Amidst a sudden, mournful wail, a torrent of Source Substance swept across, pouring down from the heavens.
Within the furnace, the shattering of countless Source Crystals was incessant.
With such a bountiful sacrifice offered, and presided over by the High Priest, it finally reached the ears of the heavens.
The phantoms of the fallen gods reappeared.
From within the light, they gazed down upon Hell.
Liz raised the ritual instrument in her hands, silently intoning a chant. Soon, a sound like a roaring flood burst forth from the void. As the phantoms of the gods dispersed, a slightly more solid, imposing figure stepped out from among them.
He wore an ice-blue, ferocious mask and was entwined at the waist with four strange pottery jugs. Thunder, torrential rain, hail, and drought followed him.
His name was Traloloc.
He was the ruler of rainwater and floods, the supreme deity of drought and plague.
Now, he lifted his foot and stomped down fiercely, leaving a footprint on the ashes of the altar, then vanished silently into the air.
But the instant the footprint was branded, boundless torrents erupted from beneath the Pyramid, ravaging like an ocean—what seemed like a flood was but a spectacular transformation granted to the Source Substance by Divine Nature.
In the blink of an eye, it swept to the horizon, nearly covering half of the Town of Dusk.
From the moment he set foot here, this place became his altar; and now, wherever the light reached had already transformed into his holy land.
The fourth level of the legendary thirteen heavens, a cage inhabiting countless souls of the unjustly dead of dusk!
Using this as a wedge, it was forcibly driven into the Hell here, seizing territory, delineating boundaries, and forcefully taking control of everything within the range of the Mystic Ritual.
The light rising from the Great Pyramid enveloped the land, covering nearly a third of the Town of Dusk.
With the sweeping of the floods, countless massive machines running beneath the earth shuddered and emitted a high-pitched roar, detaching from the system of the Town of Dusk to become part of the Great Pyramid.
The Miracle Imprint—Abnormal Hell· Teralocan!
Even the angry flashes within the Central Tower were unable to restrain it. The Miracle Imprint descended here, operating between heaven and earth, as if a new soul had squeezed into this body and begun to move its arms.
The world was turned upside down. Innumerable modules rose from the ground, forming obelisks that stood like a forest, tearing apart the falling curtain of crimson rain.
The earth overturned, and countless giant cannons rose from the darkness.
These were the defense arrays left here by the Purgatory Workshop Masters of old, now completely under the control of the Ivy League.
Adjusting their directions, correcting their angles, and drawing on the vast power from beneath the Earth's crust, they aimed at the sky and ignited their fire.
The clouds trembled, torn apart by the ascending artillery fire, creating countless rifts.
Immediately after, a rain of iron light descended from the heavens. Steel ingots, brutally forged from Source Substance and steel and heated until red-hot, turned into an apocalyptic meteor shower plummeting toward the Iron Crystal Throne.
Even from a great distance, one could still feel the scorching sting.
On the bridge of the ship, the Great Grandmaster silently watched the approaching flames, unmoved.
The workers moving nearby carried on with their tasks calmly, as if they hadn't seen the terrifying scene, everything functioning as usual.
Only the endless watery ripples around the Iron Crystal Throne trembled slightly.
Twisted gravity spread through the air, enveloping the entire giant submarine. It formed an invisible deep sea that swallowed all the artillery fire from the sky.
It couldn't even breach the outermost defenses.
Amidst the barrage of cannon fire, a blazing flash suddenly emerged, as if a mighty spirit in a rage had cast its weapon forth.
The light coalesced into the sharp phantom of a Stone Tooth Sword, tearing through the deep sea of gravity, advancing layer by layer.
Electric light wrapped around it, and a thunderous roar followed.
Legend told that the thunder in the sky dome was the Rain God shattering pottery jars filled with disaster, unleashing destruction upon humanity.
The flash of lightning passed in an instant, but nothing happened.
The Stone Tooth Sword vanished into thin air.
As if it had never existed.
Only an imposing silhouette lingered faintly behind the great submarine…
It was a vague phantom, half-kneeling on the ground, as if lost in deep thought. In that brief moment, it did not reveal any aura of wisdom or scholarship but instead radiated unparalleled power and an indescribable majesty.
A massive Giant crouched beneath the Iron Crystal Throne.
Bearing the entire sea of gravity, it hoisted the massive Iron Crystal Throne upon its shoulders.
Firmly separating heaven and earth, ensuring the world's stability, keeping all things unharmed.
A Halo suddenly emerged from the sky above the Iron Crystal Throne. It expanded quickly, enshrouding a third of the Town of Dusk. It covered the heavy rain and night, enveloping all this turbulence under its protection.
"Homunculus?"
On the huge bridge of the airship, Pant Delong looked up, astonished at the faint traces left by the gigantic silhouette.
Unbelievable. How could it have been so fast?
It was the signature strategic-level weapon of the Ivory Tower.
It was a fictitious lifeform born from the alchemical cauldron, based on Artificial Human technology and refined through countless iterations—the Homunculus!
But having grown to such a size, it could no longer be called by the term 'tiny being in a bottle,' which described its juvenile phase when it couldn't even leave its container.