Cheer, cheer, shout, roar.

In the broken hall of disorder, murderous intent and blessings, anger and joy, death and rebirth...

In the entire field closed by the gate of the extant courtyard, countless elements and materials were poured into the chaotic cauldron one by one, gradually boiling.

When the last wisp of blood flew, fell from the air, and fell on the smiling face of the flute-player who gradually lost his temperature, it dissolved and began.

Everything is rapidly dissipating and turning into nothingness.

Everything that is tangible turns into mud, everything that is invisible is unsustainable.

Taking the most top presence in the world as a catalyst, this overture is endlessly circulated until the atmosphere is set to the climax.

Now, the final sacrifice has finally arrived!

With the assistance of the present situation, the flute-player walked up to the altar step by step, and welcoming the final arrival in tears.

Hysterical laughter echoed in this locked cage, driving destruction and collapse, but ignored those irrelevant people who lost their value.

Just accelerated wildly until, swallowing everything!

Four hundred and eleven times of reincarnation, four hundred and eleven times of death, four hundred and eleven times of complete destruction... It is like a spring compressed to the limit, and a chemical reaction that is on the verge of limits causes unprecedented disasters.

From reality, an unprecedented crack was carved out!

A wound like a black hole.

Expand slowly.

Outside the Cube of Stone...!

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"What's going on!"

Yegor roared in angrily and asked the Insurance Academy: "What happened? Why did this happen?!"

Since the continuous blows, the new director of the governing bureau, who is famous for his amazing temperament, has been furious. But at this moment, how could he not be angry?

The battle of survival and death in the current situation actually occurred at such a critical moment.

When the survival of the entire world, the life and death of more than 6 billion people, the achievements of the entire present situation, and even the efforts of the astronomical associations of all generations are about to be destroyed, who can remain indifferent?

"To confirm unknown changes, large-scale events and disasters are caused by real bending..."

The electronic sound of the dean 002 came: "To put it bluntly, above the 'reality' including space, time, and everything that happened, the flute-player deliberately created a hole with the knot of his own death and destiny.

This is a sacrifice, Director Yegor, we got the point wrong.”

"Can't the gate of the surviving courtyard block the interior?" Yegor was incredulous.

"The gate of the Insurvival Court has never failed its mission. We have indeed blocked everything that happened within. It is precisely because of this that more than 400 reincarnations have accumulated and overlapped more than 400 times, and indirectly become accomplices of the flute-player."

Even until now, the Dean 002's voice has not changed at all: "From the beginning, what he wanted was this result.

We are guests who were guided by him, dancing on his stage, as his pawns, helping him complete the prelude to the sacrifice.

Now, the sacrifice has begun, Director Yegor. The ‘sacrifice’ is no longer important. What is really important is the [god] who received the ‘sacrifice’——”

Now, with words, between the present and the mother of stone, the endless scarlet silk threads, the shackles created by fate, suddenly danced between depth.

It is weaving and reorganizing again, extending along the established changes in the past, and is entangled in the reality crack that looks like a black hole.

It looks like a gorgeous and solemn altar.

Hold up the throne of the gods!

"It's too late."

Above the Tianzhu Fortress, Xuanniao closed his eyes tiredly and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

In the dark depth of the void, the stars of countless destiny are changing orbits, just like the waves of destiny gathering, and finally reveal the final direction...

——That broken sun wheel that gradually fades away!

Darkness dripped from the sun wheel, pouring fertilely on the earth. It rose again, and disappeared into the gradually unfolding crack of reality.

It's like a giant eye standing between heaven and earth.

This is the real point!

The core of maintaining the infinite shackles of destiny between the present realm and the Mother of Stone is not the flute player.

He is just an agent standing in front of the stage, a guise to attract attention. The true core of destruction is under the nose of the present situation from beginning to end.

Lotus poem!

"From the beginning, the starting point of the combat plan was wrong, Mr. Yegor."

Dean 002 said: "The premise for the establishment of all struggles is that both sides fight for victory together. When one side does not care about the final result, the remaining side will no longer have the possibility of reaching the end."

He said: "The flute player does not care about his life and death, nor does he care about what he will lose.

He doesn't even want to win."

Now, there is no way to interfere with everything that is about to happen.

First, the military power of the abyss forced the present situation to mobilize every point of the force that can be mobilized, and to do all its strength to isolate the vast majority of interference.

He then used himself as bait to attract most of the high-level combat forces in the current situation, and shackled them with him within the Stone Cube.

Finally, through the destruction of events, we guide the present situation to use the rainbow bridge to lock our own time and isolate all interference. Whether internal or external, we can no longer transmit time.

Now, when the crack of reality appears, the stone cube that was frozen from the outside can no longer be opened in any way.

No one can stop the plan from running...

Yegor closed his eyes and restrained his anger and anxiety.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

"Whatever we want to do, we'll find out soon."

Dean 002 replied: "If there is still time to save it..."

With his words, the reality crack like a black hole expanded again, and with scarlet shackles all over the sky, it enveloped the entire battlefield!

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Bang!

In the stone marrow hall, a colander fell to the ground.

At the door of the kitchen, Uncle Fang looked down at the ground-to-ceiling spoon, trying to pick it up, but no matter how many times he tried it, his palms were like phantoms, passing through the matter.

Then, he realized that his body was gradually becoming transparent.

Just around him, the gorgeous and huge stone marrow museum seemed to usher in an invisible storm, cracking and cracking, countless cracks spread from the walls, the windows broke, the luster was dim, and it quickly fell into dust.

It's like he has returned to his appearance as a ghost house...

Unsustainable.

"Miss Tongji, if this continues, I'm afraid I can't hold on." Uncle Fang sighed helplessly and looked at the living room: "Can't you think of some solutions?"

"As the first victim, I can't do anything about it, old house."

On the sofa, Tong Ji, who was the first to become transparent, spread her hands helplessly and wanted to pick up the potato chips on the table, but even the final interference could not be maintained.

"Fate has been replaced," she said.

To be precise, what is being replaced at this moment is ‘everything that happened in the past’.

Since the day when the phantom of Baidizi appeared, she has already foresawed it, and as the phantom gradually became real, everything that was originally real became gradually illusory...

The premise for the existence of events has been changed.

Two completely different possibilities are undergoing gradual replacement.

As she once said to Bader on Helios—when two completely different fates conflict, there will be only one consequence.

A weaker fate will be covered by a stronger fate.

The existence named Tongji gradually turned into nothingness, including everything she brought and changed...

"Is there no way to stop it?" Uncle Fang asked nervously.

"It's too late."

Tongji shook her head: "When the 'characterization' appears, the lesions have penetrated into the bone marrow. Even if I do something, there is no way to recover it, and it will only expose more weaknesses in vain.

Besides, strictly speaking, I am the one who tampers with the plot…”

She thought for a moment and nodded clearly: "I'm afraid from the beginning, the guy was targeting me, right?

Even if I don’t know who I am, it doesn’t matter. I will completely erase the foundation of my existence, and I will not be able to interfere with him at all.”

For this reason, even if you are willing to do a large-scale destruction of things at all costs, you will forcibly distort reality and revise your destiny, so as to carry out global cutting and coverage.

It's like a plot that has been written in the beginning of a book suddenly and roughly cut it down and replace it with another look that has never happened before.

In the end, the evil consequences you desire will be born.

The desperate believers worship at all costs and will not respond to their own endings. They made unrealistic wishes so enthusiastically and ignorantly to welcome the destruction that had long been broken.
To be continued...