Time and space, torn apart.
Despite the decline of more than 9,000 years, despite a loss in the process of splitting the planet, the power of the true god is still terrifying. It has been dormant in this world made up of fragmented historical fragments and has never really solidified. , and when the divine power from the same source resonates with it, all the energy it has accumulated will scatter in the blink of an eye.
The pale crack that stretched across the space-time structure suddenly expanded and twisted into various terrifying shapes. The tiny cracks around the crack began to spread in all directions as if they were alive. Wherever the crack went, no matter it was material It is still energy, and even the space itself is immediately annihilated and smashed, turning into the most basic information element. This already chaotic space became even more chaotic under the ravages of divine power storms. Storms tens of kilometers high rolled up in the endless sea of clouds, and the little aftermath of divine power created in these storms Hundreds of millions of thunder and lightning came out, and in the face of such terrifying power, the ever-spreading and rising space-time structure finally stopped growing for the first time.
Hao Ren could observe a large area of "collapse" on the edge of the battlefield with the naked eye. There seemed to be countless sources of super-gravity in the space out of thin air. In the place swept by the divine storm, the light bent and stacked unnaturally. Standing up, all kinds of bizarre curtains are formed, and in the curtain, a large number of Gorgon starships polluted by the power of madness and spaceships, soldiers, and buildings from other eras can be seen disintegrating one after another.
"The space-time structure stopped growing and entered the stage of disintegration..." The auxiliary AI has no emotion, and only knows to report the information it has collected bluntly, "The strength of the divine storm is declining at a high speed, and it is expected to cross the equilibrium point in three minutes..."
Of course, it is impossible to destroy everything here once and for all with the aftermath of Lia's divine power left in this space-time, but for Hao Ren, this level of boom is enough.
The raging divine power wiped out everything on the edge of the battlefield, not only preventing the space-time structure from continuing to grow, but also suppressing the "floating" speed of those corrupted ancient fleets.
"The time to attack has come!" Salaman's voice roared in the command system of the Guardian Fleet, "For the mother! For all sentient beings!"
"For mother, for all sentient beings!"
The Guardian Fleet, which had been suppressed and retreated continuously, burst out with all its fury. Countless high-energy light beams and missiles sprinkled on those corrupt reverberations that survived the shock wave of divine power, and the chaotic sea of red clouds was suddenly ignited by the flames of war.
The UAV Legion also completed a new round of charging of the Annihilation Spear. With the command to fire, hundreds of dazzling white light beams burst out from the Legion's position, piercing through the endless sea of chaotic clouds, and slowly moving in the Lines of space cracks were cut on the battlefield.
The space above the battlefield curled up, showing a false starry sky. Those mutated, huge, and crazy stars were the nightmare memories of the universe's demise. Under the subsequent influence of the shock wave of divine power, they shook, trembled, and then fell one after another.
And below the battlefield, the endless sea of clouds was finally broken open one after another: when the stability of the space-time structure was reduced to the extreme, and the divine power resonance was extremely strong, the barrier separating the world was no longer stable, and the deep world and A small and short passage appeared in the surface world. Hao Ren looked at the screen from the external monitor. He saw the clouds and mountains of Laherien, the land covered by the flames of war, and a black city. army.
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The torrential rain has subsided slightly, but has never stopped.
It is not wise to fight in a rainstorm. If it is on a normal battlefield, facing a normal enemy, a normal commander would never choose to attack a strong city in a rainstorm.
But Constance knew that she had no choice, and the world had no choice.
The torrential rain will never stop. It is not a natural phenomenon, but a manifestation of the world going crazy. There is only one chance to stand in front of the "annihilation" power's lair and launch a direct attack on it. once.
This is the only chance from the beginning of the first era until today in the countless time annihilation, era alternation, annihilation reincarnation.
A dying, corrupted monster rushed out of the rain roaring. Its hideous and ugly face had no human features at all, and there was not even a trace of human limbs on its body, only a scarf hanging from its skin. A little bit of metal fragments showed that it might have been a Black Sword Knight, or a member of the Imperial Corps.
Constance raised her hand and swung the sword. The powerful magic power focused on the blade, bursting out with a power stronger than the light blade of the Broken Sword Knight. Turned into a cloud of smoke and dust.
"Keep going! Watch out for the flanks! Raze all obstructions—including every dwelling you see!"
"Monsters can come from anywhere!"
The roar of the team commander was heard in the distance, their voices pierced through the rain curtain, while the bursts of gunfire and explosions from time to time oscillated shock ripples in the air that were visible to the naked eye, and the ancient houses of the imperial capital were burnt to the ground. The cannons were destroyed, and the city sculptures and towers full of history and glory also collapsed under the bombardment of battlefield magic, and all those that fell were things that Constance had grown up watching since she was a child.
Today, in one day, they will all be gone.
Those giants were just outside the city, watching the battlefield from a distance with the "little girl" they were loyal to - as if they were adhering to some ancient creed and watching the battle with a ritual-like solemnity.
The soldiers had no doubts or complaints about this.
Another monster was cut in half by Constance, and a bolt of lightning from her other hand rescued a northern soldier who fell to the ground because of unsteady footing.
She stared at the city in front of her that was slowly being destroyed in the flames of war, as if the words Leah said to herself appeared in her mind again.
"Do you know the truth of this world? The truth about those reincarnations...
"They are not curses, nor are they the malice of this world, but the only legacy left to you by the civilization of your ancestors, and the only hope they snatched from the doomsday and disaster after paying a huge price.
"While you are fighting, fighting is also breaking out on another battlefield..."
A loud rumbling sound came from the sky, and even the never-ending rainstorm seemed to have weakened a bit at that moment. The soldiers exclaimed, and Constance couldn't help but look up.
She saw the clouds split open, and a chaotic, filthy space-time appeared in the sky, where countless warships were fighting in that space-time.
This time, she didn't see the scene of another world through the resonance of divine power, but the interaction between the two worlds due to the tearing of time and space, so not only she can see the vision of the sky, but ordinary soldiers can also.
"Don't care about the sky!" She roared loudly, the voice under the blessing of magic resounded throughout the battlefield, "Go on!"
"Keep going!" "Keep going!"
Commanders at all levels quickly maintained order, but Liya's slightly pitiful face seemed to appear in front of Constance.
She heard Leah's voice ringing in her mind again: "... But, Constance, do you know? You are not a real inheritor, or rather, you are not a normal inheritor..."
Almost instinctively, she raised her hand and swung her sword, blocking the attack of a pitch-black claw.
"I became a little interested in you after knowing that you can jump between a dozen clones in a way similar to the way Black Sword Knight transfers consciousness, and we know about your unusual birth method-you were in two More than a hundred years ago, you were brought out of a lava lake by Emperor Brentin. You don't have normal parents like the short-lived inheritors, nor do you come from ancient times like the long-lived inheritors... "
The monster with pitch-black sharp claws fell down. In the heavy rain, his body quickly rose and dissipated, and his face returned to the appearance of a human at the last moment. It was an ordinary-looking man, a nameless Imperial soldier.
He even smiled admiringly at Constance.
Just like the expressions of many imperial soldiers and knights when they met the princess—although they always try to hide it, Constance can always find it immediately.
Constance raised her head and saw that the palace had appeared in front of her eyes. It was the place where she was born and raised. Looking at the familiar high walls and spiers, she found that her mood was calmer than expected.
The soldiers around him were all wounded, and less than half of the Broken Sword Knights who rushed into the city with him were left. A large number of soldiers formed a defensive line in the rear, resisting the monsters that kept counterattacking. In the water curtain, those figures seemed very far away.
Most of the soldiers who fell along the way killed themselves—after being injured by annihilating minions, or falling behind due to exhaustion, almost all soldiers would kill themselves. They would activate the rune stones they carried and blow themselves to pieces.
In this way, the number of enemies will not increase.
The gate of the imperial palace was open, and it was strangely quiet inside. Mutated monsters could be seen everywhere in the city, but in the place where the source of annihilation was entrenched, everything was as quiet as a pure land.
Constance took a deep breath, and the voice, although slightly immature, was inexplicably trustworthy and reassuring again in her mind: "Constance, I checked your soul—when you didn't realize it Check. Do you know how you can teleport consciousness between a dozen clones so easily without the slightest bit of discomfort or lag
"Because your soul is artificial."
Charlemagne walked over through the rain curtain, with steaming heat on his body, holding the world-famous Ysu holy sword "Scorching Sun" in his hand, he looked at Constance, his face was more calm than before: "There seems to be something weird in it, we can first..."
Constance interrupted the other party with a wave: "I will go first, and the others will follow me."
Without any doubt or hesitation, Charlemagne immediately began to rectify his soldiers. The Knights of the Broken Sword and the soldiers of the Northern Territory also gathered one after another, forming a marching defensive array behind Constance and the two wings.
"Constance, your soul is made up of a large number of fragments and memories. Those memories are what you know as 'inherited knowledge', and the fragments that make up your soul should come from those true inheritors.
The palace is surprisingly quiet. When you walk through the gate, you feel as if you have entered another world. There are no monsters here, and you can't see any traces of blood or battles, but everyone can feel the terrifying power of darkness. Just entrenched here.
In every corridor, behind every door, under every lamp, ominous shadows floated.
"If our guess is correct, Constance, the person who created your soul should be your father, and the lava lake where you were born was probably done by Berentin to erase the traces, and he did it The purpose... probably because he is the only real inheritor left.
"He created you, gave you the knowledge that the inheritor should have, and told you the mission of the inheritor, but your reincarnation memories are actually false. The time you were really born was two hundred years ago. The time you really experienced The life I lived... was only two hundred years.
Stepping into the main hall unimpeded all the way, Constance saw the figure sitting on the throne, just as she remembered, he was sitting on the throne, but he was still wearing a full set of armor, even his face was hidden behind the thick under the visor.
Other than that, there are no guards or officials in the hall.
The Dragon Soul Emperor Brentin just sat there alone. Before Constance and her warriors arrived, he was the only one in the entire palace, just like his identity in this world—the only and the last inheritance By.
He is also the loneliest emperor in this era.
As the carrier of the power of annihilation in this era, and the root of all mutant monsters, Berentin does not seem to have any mutations visible to the naked eye. At least his armor makes him look like a human. .
But everyone still couldn't help but clenched their weapons—because from the dark and deep armor, there was an aura of extreme madness and depression that was more terrifying than any monster before.
Constance stared at the throne quietly, she knew that her father was no longer there, and the armor contained only emptiness and frenzy.
Under her gaze, the armored figure stood up slowly, and "it" walked down the throne step by step. There was a hoarse and unpleasant sound from the friction of the steel, and the sound coming from the armor was louder than that. The sound of steel rubbing was even more ear-piercing and terrifying: "Ah, you are here, my dearest daughter... why are you here?"
Constance slightly raised her long sword and walked towards the monster: "Crowned as king."