The first thing to be torn apart was the sky, which was filled with infinite darkness. The simulated sunlight and stars disappeared in the mouth of the giant beast, and patches of darkness spread like mold, dripping, and sticky juice.

In the end, it turned into a heavy rain.

Before the endless torrential rain fell, the buildings on the earth had already fallen apart under the impact of the sun's disk, silently evaporating in the storm, and the dust spread in the frenzy, falling from the sky along with the black rain, pale as a

ashes.

The entire land of nothingness is shrouded in turmoil and destruction. Everything is burning in the fiery darkness, ushering in destruction.

The essence beyond imagination has been removed, and the desperate future constructed based on Yeats's soul and possessions is covering everything inch by inch.

Even the copy of the Great Mystery, The Sayings of Suruchi, cracked and cracked in the dark frenzy.

The light of the ladder to heaven flashed fiercely, and I was overwhelmed. I wanted to be reborn, but I couldn't.

The torrent drowned Mathers in it.

At that last moment, the Creator only had time to unfold his own frame, and then he was the first to be completely evaporated.

But soon, in the deepest part of the land of nothingness, a brand new body opened its eyes again.

Reborn from the coffin.

But even Mathers' frame only blocked the spread of destruction for a moment. In that terrifying turmoil, the flames burst out.

But it was Mathers' sacrifice that gave Bennett a crucial opportunity.

The Abyss Enlightenment raised his hands.

With a soft sound, the stigmata from the peak of the primitive road unfolded, and Absu, known as the Activated Abyss, has enveloped the entire land of nothing.

And in Bennett's slowly raised right hand, the projection of the land of nothing appeared.

The other hand gently covered it.

cover.

Barriers rose up from the inside of the Nowhere Country, forming a realm-level blockade, sealing the black sun within it.

Burning red cracks continue to emerge from within the barrier.

From between Bennett's ten fingers, wisps of bright light burst out.

Correspondingly, a torrent spurted from the crack into the land of nothing, almost tearing the entire city from the middle, leaving a deep crack.

But the erupting black sun has been extinguished within those palms.

Bennett lowered his eyes and looked at the burn marks on his palms, his face expressionless and his hands clasped together.

Immediately afterwards, following Westcott's will, everything that was on the verge of collapse froze in place, and countless corpses turned into dust hovered in the wind.

Then, as if time was reversed - under Westcott's will, everything that was destroyed was quickly restored to its original state. The body of the dead chosen one grew rapidly, and the destroyed soul was restored again from the Fool's backup.

Replica.

Everything is getting better quickly.

Except for the siren that stung everyone's eardrums.

Just at their feet is a large library!

After a moment of astonishment, the Fool's face turned gloomy.

A hoarse voice came out from between the teeth:

“Sophora poetry!!!“

"It's so beautiful."

Half a minute ago, on the broken streets, in the pouring black rain, someone was holding an umbrella and looking around at the scene in all directions.

Appreciating the appearance of impending destruction, he couldn't help but smile.

"The garbage was wailing in the fire, screaming and turning into ashes..."

Behind him, the long street was enveloped in flames, and the storm destroyed everything.

The black sun rises slowly.

Blooming with violent light.

The corpses were in a mess.

Blood spread from the sealed residence to his feet.

The outline of the beast slowly rises in the shadows, overlooking the humble everything on the verge of destruction, devouring all souls in its path.

Huai Shi smiled and continued to move forward, toward the weather-beaten big library.

Stepping on the burned bones.

"Can you please stop using my appearance and making such a scary expression?" In the Book of Destiny, Holmes sighed helplessly: "It feels like the character has already collapsed and cannot be ruined anymore."

"I am a fellow villain, Mr. Holmes, so don't have such high expectations of me."

Huai Shi comforted: "Besides, the audience watching the theater in the front row should not be so picky. You see, other people, in order to watch the theater,

But they are all risking their lives..."

During the conversation, an excited snail was swept by the storm and "squeaked" past.

It hit the wall and turned into a ball of mud.

Then another one.

In contrast, it is not too easy to watch Sherlock Holmes, who can enjoy the entire play from the first-person perspective.

In addition to having his identity stolen.

But as a detective who is dying and being 'kidnapped', there is nothing he can do after all, right?

As Sherlock Holmes said, it's dark under the lamp.

The Fool had been extremely wary and suspicious of Huai Shi from the very beginning. He wished he could lift up the entire lamp and dismantle it completely.

Unfortunately, there is not only one light.

When everyone was attracted by the big light bulb named Yeats, Huai Shi, who had turned into a great detective, was lying leisurely in the prison specially prepared by Mathers, with Sherlock Holmes in the Book of Destiny.

How about exchanging violin experiences?

Just as Huai Shi expected and set it up.

The plan is advancing steadily and moving forward.

It started with the "cooperation" of everyone's tacit understanding.

If there are any flaws or flaws, it can only be said that there are specialties in the art industry, and when God gives a person too many talents, he will definitely take away some of them...

For example, there is room for improvement in playing skills.

Huai Shi never thought that one day he would not be exposed and burned to ashes because of his disguise, but would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage because he taught others to play the piano.

He could only advise Holmes, brother, forget it...

You see, as a hobbyist, you are not incapable of pulling, you will almost be able to do it.

In this way, a peaceful life is under surveillance.

In the corner of the fool's gaze.

Like everything else that is equally unobtrusive.

If you focus on Yeats, you won't find anything at all.

Because from beginning to end, even Yeats himself did not find anything wrong with him. It is this unconscious magnanimity that constitutes the biggest doubt in the spotlight.

What Huai Shi did was to insert a page from the Book of Destiny into Yeats's collection of poems.

The prophecy about the scorching sun in the abyss is written at the end of the collection of poems.

Just like this, I sat calmly on the sofa, watched quietly, stared at Yeats's story as it came to its final conclusion, applauded, and brought this surprise from the genealogy of heaven to the entire land of nothing.

"Hello, everyone."

Under the black umbrella, Huai Shi raised his face, smiled and waved towards the cracked sky.

"I understand everything else, but there is only one doubt."

In the soul, Holmes, the audience member sitting in the front row, asked curiously: "How can you predict that Elysium will start a war at this time?"

"It's very simple." Huai Shi replied calmly: "As long as there is enough understanding and bonding, we will be able to overcome disputes and hatred and reach harmony...

Then, Holmes instantly understood: "Did you throw a bomb into their temple?"

"Well, almost, to be precise, I set off a firework on top of their holy bodies." Huai Shi added: "And, there is no need to throw it away. It was already there when I visited last time."

If it's equivalent, it's almost enough to overturn half of the Holy City, and blast out a few cracks in their holy bodies.

Anyway, destructive power is not important, what is important is...people with bad tempers are always particularly irritable, aren't they? Especially the kind of gods who are not very patient."

All he needed was a little help from Huai Shi to help him make a decision.

As long as there is a small signal, the god of hell, which has already fallen into mania, will burst out unbearably and actively hit the muzzle of the current situation.
To be continued...