All Heavens and All Realms·Depth 5.

Rumble~~~~~

In the vast and vast ocean of the Aether, a huge sky-based weapon platform is suspended above the earthly courtyard, like a giant temple woven by metal and glory.

The projection of [Dharmocles' Sword] is over the courtyard.

Its sword is thousands of meters long and covered with a silver-blue nanocoating. Under the refraction of the rainbow light of the deep world, it flows out a luster like liquid metal.

The overall shape of this platform is like a huge blade of judgment. The front end is narrow, long and sharp, extending dozens of antenna arrays. Each antenna points to the void at a precise angle, like a tentacle that is ready to receive commands at any time.

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The main body of the platform is a three-layer structure, and the bottom layer is a huge propulsion module, with hundreds of ether propulsion engines arranged on it, emitting a slight blue light.

The metal bridge connecting each module is like a precise spine, covered with interlaced energy pipes and slender sensing cables, emitting faint fluorescence.

Boom~Boom~Boom~Boom~~~~

Meanwhile, a train galloping on the Heavenly Kingdom [Rainbow Bridge] is approaching the earthly courtyard.

The surface of the train is covered with a flowing rainbow halo. This train is the [infinite train] that travels to and from the Earthly Courtyard and the Gate of Purgatory.

The students on the train were all dumbfounded and stared at this shocking and extraordinary creature.

"Oh my God...this is..."

A student held his breath, with uncovered awe in his words.

"The Sword of Damocles..." Another student's voice trembled slightly.

"The sword of Damocles, the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven...we can actually see it with our own eyes!?!"

Inside the train, some students even stuck to the windows with excitement, staring at every detail of the platform without blinking.

From the huge rail gun to the propulsion module that emits blue light, to the towering beacon and the central crystal ball command module, everything is fascinating.

However, only a very small number of students in the train noticed it;

——Above the heavenly-based weapon platform, a god-like existence is floating.

Alaz Trinkas, a curly-haired young man with automatic recording ability, is one of the few students who saw the vision.

He saw the holy one of God's appearance.

The holy man wore a crown of thorns on his head, white hair and white eyes, and his white robe was close to his body without any wrinkles.

His feet were naked, standing in the void of the ether, three halos like white jade floating behind his head, each of which slowly rotated, emitting a warm but unaware of light.

He held a long silver stick in his hand, and the stick was engraved with irrecognizable ancient runes, and the surface emitted a soft but intimidating silver glow.

Thirty-six pairs of light-grained wings unfolded behind this angel, and the pure white wings emitted subtle light spots, as if they were projections of stars.

His face was as dazzling as the sun, unable to look directly, but he could not look away. It seemed that every inch of his skin exuded endless sacredness and majesty.

The angel with divine appearance floated above the void, quietly overlooking the space-based platform, as if the entire world of depth 5 was just a piece of dust under his feet.

The moment the curly-haired young men and the few students touched the angel's eyes, and emotions of fear and reverence poured into their hearts like a tide.

Their bodies were instantly stiff, as if their souls were pressed into the abyss and could not move.

An indescribable force penetrated their consciousness, and crazy murmurs came to their ears:

"Sacred!

Holy!!

Holy!!!”

"ah--!"

A student suddenly covered his ears, and bright red blood flowed out of his ear holes.

His pupils contracted due to violent fear, his whole body trembled like a sieve, his eyes were covered with blood, and even bleeding beads began to ooze.

He tried to look away, but found that he could not control his gaze at all, so he could only stare at the sacred figure.

Another student fell to the ground, pointing his fingers tremblingly out the window, his lips opening and closing, but he couldn't make any sound.

His breathing became rapid, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock. Every breath seemed to be trying hard to grab the air.

Other students in the carriage had not yet noticed the center of this vision, and they were still shocked by the grandeur of the space-based weapon platform.

And these very few "lucky people" seemed to have been forced into an indescribable memory. The consciousness gradually blurred under the impact of the holy light, and only the crazy murmurs of the three words echoed in the depths of their minds:

"Saint! Saint! Saint!!!"

The crazy whisper was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing into the eardrum of the curly-haired young man Alaz Trinkas, piercing through his nerves and shaking his soul.

His eyes were forced to stare at the holy and flawless angel outside the window. Even though his reason was screaming wildly and urging him to look away, his body was as if it was imprisoned by invisible chains and could not move.

That kind of fear is not a visual impact in the ordinary sense, but a tremor that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, a sense of oppression that transcends the body and reaches the depths of the soul.

He could clearly feel this fear was like a hand, tightly holding his soul, making it impossible for him to escape.

【Start automatic recording--】

【Record Target: *%&*%￥￥*&】

【mistake@!@】

【&@￥#Wrong~~Wrong!!!】

At this moment, the automatic secretary ability in his body began to be activated, but the result was not as stable as usual.

The secretary's image appeared in front of his retina. The words and symbols that should have been ordered began to twist, and various disgusting colorful colors appeared.

【——The system is crashing!!!】

Then, the pages of the book actually started to burn strangely, and silent flames swallowed every page of paper, and twisted light and shadow flashed in the fire, just like some indescribable existence was devouring his consciousness.

The murmurs continued, they had life, drilled into his ears with endless will, penetrated into his blood and bone marrow, hovering deep in his mind, igniting every nerve into a tingling iron.

Araz's fingers clutched the window ridge because of violent tremors, his knuckles turned white due to force, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, like a dying person who had just struggled to wake up from a nightmare.

Just when his spirit was almost on the verge of collapse, he suddenly felt a strange change.

The angel seemed to have glanced from a very far distance

——He felt that gaze.

It was a majestic but gentle gaze, like a ray of sacred light penetrated the abyss in his heart.

The corners of the angel's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of vague praise, as if he was agreeing to his persistence.

[——Created: The Conqueror King under the Holy Sword!]

[So I looked up and saw a saint descending from heaven. He wore a crown of thorns, his feet as naked as white jade, and his white robe.

His face is like the sun, and cannot be looked directly at. Three halos hanging behind Him, connected by one another. Thirty-six pairs of light wings are like the beginning of dawn. Their brilliant light penetrates the ether and reflects the endless glory of all worlds.

The saint stands in the rainbow light, stepping on the projection of the golden tree, He speaks but speaks without saying anything, the law of the kingdom of heaven is engraved at His steps, and the glorious conqueror sets the banner of order above the heavens—]

A line of words was quickly written from the secretary, and the picture that appeared inside the secretary was a simple watercolor picture in the style of a mural.

Araz suddenly felt his spirituality become extremely light, like a window being opened and his consciousness could extend outward.

He seemed to have touched some world that had not been noticed before, and felt a deep and indescribable connection.

He turned his head and looked at the classmates around him.

The clerk's eyes fell on the few classmates who were also pale.

Each of them had a complex emotion of fear and joy, and the trembling that had just broken out from the abyss of despair could still be seen in their pupils.

Their eyes met in the carriage, and although there was no verbal communication, they conveyed a deep resonance in each other's eyes.

At this moment, they remembered each other's faces.

The students present couldn't help but have common ideas.

——These people are their own "likes".

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[Sword of Damocles] Below the platform, the apostle-like Xia Xiu quietly hangs in the ether, and the white robe gently blew in the invisible ether fluctuations.

The pure white angel was retracting his gaze with satisfaction. He had already given the few students who had just watched him and did not immediately fall into collapse.

And now, he will perform a destructive move that is enough to shake the entire Depth 5 Raiders.

At this moment, the locking program of the entire space-based platform has been completed, and the huge virtual interface flashed in Xia Xiu's golden pupils, and various complex data flows poured into his retina like a torrent:

【Target coordinate confirmation: X:-420, Y: 75, Z: 110】

【Ether space analysis: completed】

【EVE particle charging: 80%…95%…100%】

[The Tianshen program is locked... Target capture is completed]

[Ether floating point computing efficiency requirement: 1 billion/second]
To be continued...