The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the metal dome of the Xuanwu City, reflecting a brilliant golden light.

Song Shuanglong stood on the highest point in the capital city - the observation deck of the Tianzhu Tower, overlooking this huge capital city that spans the earth and the moon.

His gaze passed through the stacked buildings and fell on the curvature spaceship that had just landed in the distance.

The door of the spaceship slowly opened, and a team of soldiers in silver uniforms lined up neatly, escorting a batch of rare minerals shipped from Jupiter.

"Report, the seventh batch of resources has arrived safely." A steady voice came from the communicator.

Song Shuanglong nodded slightly, his eyes still staring into the distance.

His thoughts went back to a hundred years ago, when his father Song Lanpu stood here, looking at the barren land, and made a vow:

"China's flag will surely fill the solar system."

Today, this vow has become a reality.

The streets were crowded with people.

An SS-class psychic easily lifted a floating vehicle and placed it steadily in front of the maintenance station.

There was a faint blue light flashing on his arm, which was the sign of a superpower.

Not far away, a group of children gathered around a holographic projector, excitedly watching the real-time images of the Martian agricultural base.

In the picture, in a huge greenhouse, wheat and golden rice ears are swaying in the artificial sunlight.

"Mars' food production has reached a new high."

A scientist in a white research coat walked up to Song Shuanglong with pride in his tone.

Song Shuanglong smiled and said, "This is the result of the efforts of all of us."

The scientist nodded and looked up to the sky:

"I heard that Master Gu Man sent back new 'returnees', and they brought technology from another world."

Song Shuanglong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered:

"Yes, their arrival has brought about a breakthrough in our weapons research and development."

Suddenly, sirens blared across the sky.

"A wave of alien beasts approaching! Repeat, a wave of alien beasts approaching!"

Song Shuanglong's expression suddenly turned stern.

He pressed the communicator, his voice steady and powerful:

"All psychics, head to the defense wall immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of figures rose into the air from every corner of the city and rushed towards the city wall.

Song Shuanglong's figure also disappeared from the spot, and the next second, he was standing on a hundred-meter-high city wall.

On the distant horizon, a dark tide of monsters surged in like a flood.

Their eyes glowed scarlet, their fangs were bared, and they let out low growls.

"Get ready for battle!" Song Shuanglong's voice echoed in the air.

SS-level psychics displayed their abilities one after another, some controlled fire, some summoned lightning, and some condensed a huge wall of ice.

A young psychic stood beside Song Shuanglong and asked nervously:

"Captain, can we win?"

Song Shuanglong glanced at him and said calmly:

"My descendant Song Lufeng has never asked such a question."

His eyes were firm and deep:

"But since you asked, I will answer you. As long as the Chinese spirit survives, we will never lose."

The battle has begun.

Flames and lightning intertwined, and the ice wall collided with the sharp claws of the alien beast, making a deafening roar.

Song Shuanglong stood in the middle of the city wall and slowly raised his hands.

Countless golden spots of light appeared around his body and quickly condensed into a huge lightsaber.

"Cut!" He shouted, and the lightsaber swept out, instantly turning hundreds of monsters into ashes.

The battle lasted a full three hours.

When the last alien beast fell, the sunset had completely sunk into the horizon.

The superpowers on the city wall were tired but excited. They high-fived each other and celebrated yet another victory.

Song Shuanglong put away his lightsaber and turned to look inside the city.

The brightly lit Xuanwu City is like a shining pearl inlaid in the dark night sky.

He walked down the city wall and people on the street saluted him.

An old man stepped forward and said excitedly: "Chief, thanks to you and the superpowers, we can live and work in peace."

Song Shuanglong shook his head: "This is all thanks to everyone."

He looked up at the starry sky and silently said in his heart:

"Father, do you see this? The Chinese flag has filled the entire solar system."

Thinking of Song Lufeng, he hummed.

Knowing that this descendant existed, he never slacked off in the past hundred years.

Back at the Tudor Tower, Song Shuanglong walked into a secret laboratory.

In the center of the laboratory, there was a long gun emitting a faint blue light.

This is the prototype of the weapon that Gu Man sent back from another world, named "Spear of Time and Space".

Song Shuanglong gently stroked the gun and whispered, "With this, we can completely put an end to the threat of the alien beasts."

Suddenly, the communicator rang again.

"Reporting, a new ice planet has been discovered, only three light years from Earth."

Song Shuanglong's eyes flashed with joy: "Immediately send a curvature spaceship to investigate."

He walked out of the laboratory, stood on the observation deck, and looked at the endless starry sky.

"China's footsteps will not stop in the solar system."

He whispered, his tone full of determination and expectation.

The night is deep, but the lights in the Xuanwu City are still bright.

Song Shuanglong's figure was stretched out under the light, as if he had merged into one with the capital.

He knew that the road ahead was still long, but as long as the Chinese spirit was not extinguished, they would be able to go further.

In the distance, a warp spaceship slowly took off and headed towards the new ice star.

The spaceship's tail flame drew a bright streak of light in the night sky, like a shooting star, illuminating the road ahead.

Song Shuanglong looked at the streak of light, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"A hundred years from now, China's flags will surely fill the galaxy."

Outside the nuclear shield of the Xuanwu City, blizzards wrapped in ice crystal particles whizzed past, cutting the dome like billions of blades.

The ice layer spread across the surface at a speed visible to the naked eye. The frozen metal ruins and collapsed monster skeletons were all wrapped in the pale silence.

Inside the shield, however, there was a completely different scene—

Artificial daylight pours down from the dome, cherry trees sway in the warm breeze, vines climb all over the tall alloy pillars, and greenery flows along the holographic advertising screen to the end of the street.

Song Shuanglong stood in the circular cabin of the central control tower, his fingertips moving across the coordinates on the suspended screen.

"Apocalypse coordinates locked, 800,000th material transfer activated." The mechanical voice echoed coldly.

Behind him, a 100,000-ton curvature cargo cabin was being swallowed by blue light. Boxes of genetic drugs, antimatter batteries, and SS-level supernatural awakening crystals turned into data streams and penetrated the space-time membrane.

"Captain, the signal of the end of the world has weakened again."

The elder scientist pushed open the hatch, and the holographic projection trembled in his palm.

In the picture, the apocalyptic human base is covered in snow and wind, and a young man is wrapped in a worn-out protective suit.

It is the glory of the Song family a hundred years later, when Song Lufeng was a teenager.

"It's been 100 years here, and only 5 years there... The two timelines are overlapping."

The elder's voice was hoarse.

"The next time the evil pulse erupts, the space-time channel will completely collapse."

"They are destroying our connection with the end of the world in this way and preventing City Lord Song from being born."

Song Shuanglong stared at the projection in silence.

Over the past hundred years, he has seen countless warriors in the apocalypse:

Some died in the first zombie wave, some were frozen into ice sculptures during the Martian colonization era, and some rushed into the alien mother nest with the Chinese flag and blew themselves up...

There is no such thing as peace. Our current life is carried forward by someone else.

But, someone always has to carry the burden and move forward.

At this moment, the young man in the picture is injecting the last tube of genetic medicine into his heart, and the blue veins on his arms are gradually showing supernatural patterns - that is the sign of Song Lufeng's awakening.

"Close the passage." he suddenly said.

The scientist looked up in astonishment:

"But the savior said that we must ensure that City Lord Song survives in the apocalyptic timeline, otherwise the basis for the existence of our worldline..."

“So a more radical approach is needed.”

Song Shuanglong turned around and pressed the gene bank key. The three-hundred-meter-high underground door burst open, and the blue light of the freezing chamber spread out like a galaxy.

In each capsule, there is a clone sleeping with exactly the same DNA as him.

"From today on, all descendants must leave blood before the age of 18."

He touched the nearest freezing chamber with his fingertips, and a young man's face that was 70% similar to his own emerged in the icy mist.

"Not to keep me alive, but to ensure—"

The control tower suddenly shook violently, and a sharp sound of ice pressure came from outside the shield.

The apocalyptic scene on the holographic screen began to distort, and the figure of the young Song Lufeng gradually became transparent.

Only the lightsaber in his hand suddenly burst out with a fierce golden light - that was the family emblem engraved by Song Lanpu himself a hundred years ago.

Song Shuanglong pressed the communicator hard: "Activate shield overload mode!"

The SS-class psychics on the street all raised their heads at the same time and pressed their palms to the ground.

The vines grew wildly into a giant web. The fire mutant injected energy into the core pipeline. The green plants of the entire Xuanwu City suddenly glowed, dyeing the nuclear energy shield emerald green.

The moment the icy disaster from the outside world hit the shield, a circle of magnificent aurora appeared.

"Have you predicted this day?" the elder said as he looked at the energy readings that had stabilized.

Song Shuanglong walked towards the observation deck. The ice crystals outside the shield reflected billions of timelines in the aurora:

In some worlds, the Xuanwu City has already collapsed, and in some worlds, Song Lufeng has become the king of alien beasts.

And on the brightest line, Gu Man's figure was throwing a spear out from the chaos of time and space.

The confused timeline was thus corrected.

This is a battle with the evil god, and it never ends.

It will only get worse.

Until the final battle.

Before that.

He wanted to ensure that all measures would strive to gain the greatest capital for the Savior and Song Lufeng.

"It's not an expectation, it's a bet."

He unbuttoned the collar of his military uniform, revealing the golden lines dancing below his collarbone - that was the anchor of time and space that resonated with the music of the last days.

That night, Song Shuanglong walked into the Gene Temple alone.

Thousands of newborns are sleeping in incubators, with double insurance embedded in their genetic chains:

One will trigger the reproductive instinct at the age of eighteen, and the other will start the cloning process when Song Lufeng's genes are detected to be extinct.

On the black stone tablet in the center of the temple, all the coordinates of the apocalypse that had been teleported were engraved, and the 800,000th record was slowly solidifying:

[New Era 5, Song Lufeng awakens in the ruins of the Great Wall and kills the first SSS-class monster]

Song Shuanglong placed his hand on the stone tablet.

The last time the apocalypse scene appeared, the young man stood on top of the beast's corpse, covered in blood, and suddenly looked up at the sky as if he had realized something.

The two people's eyes collided through a hundred years of time.

Song Lufeng raised the lightsaber, and where the blade pointed, a golden crack appeared in the frozen clouds - that was the passage torn open by the Spear of Time and Space in another timeline.

At dawn the next day, the last batch of clones took off on a curvature spaceship.

They carry no weapons or technology, only a time-space anchor branded on their collarbones.

When the fleet of spaceships broke through the icy clouds, the cherry trees in the shield suddenly withered at the same time, and the petals turned into data streams before hitting the ground and merged into the huge gene bank underground.

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Song Shuanglong stood in the sky full of fluorescent light, looking at the last line of warning on the holographic screen:

[The space-time channel has been closed, and the apocalyptic timeline has entered an independent evolution stage]

A hundred years later, when his great-grandson pressed the first clone awakening button, the sun just rose outside the ice shield.

The newborn baby opened his eyes, and golden light flowed deep in his pupils.

The stone tablet of the Gene Temple roared, and the 800,001st record automatically emerged:

[In 102 AD, Song Lufeng received the anchor signal and started the "Spark" project on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean]

At this moment in the Xuanwu City, the nuclear shield is slowly opening.

People saw a sprout piercing through the remains of the mecha on the melting ice.

At the end of the world, a streak of blazing white light appeared in the sky.

It's like splitting the haze of the old world and revealing the dawn of a new world.

On the ruined walls of Xuanwu City, one hundred thousand searchlights simultaneously turned toward the sky.

The 800,000th flood of materials, spanning a hundred years, rushed in at the junction of dawn and dusk between the two time and space.

Tears welled up in General Shi Hai's handsome eyes.

The huge metal box was covered with frost and fell from the light trail, and was reflected in his pupils.

The Chinese flag is affixed to the surface of the box, revealing the brand-new curvature engine core.

That was the last missing link in the original drawing he designed a hundred years ago.

"Grandpa, the energy matrix has been successfully integrated!"

A young voice came from behind.

Shi Yan was suspended in mid-air, with a mechanical wingspan of over twenty meters.

Tens of thousands of nanorobots poured out from the mechanical ball condensed by his SS-level mechanical energy.

In the underground command post, Professor Chen Huayuan's white coat swept across the holographic sandbox.

The scarlet spot of light on the sandbox representing the tide of the gods suddenly stopped.

Cheng Fang's daughter Cheng Lin is using her SS-level fantasy ability to reconstruct the battlefield model, and the sandbox is filled with ever-changing tactical deductions.

Thousands of changes flow through her fingertips and are reflected on the sand table.

"It is exactly the same as predicted a hundred years ago."

Chen Hua stroked the scratches on the edge of the sand table.

That is the formula left by Chief Engineer Zhao Shuang.

"Even Lao Zhao's crazy ideas have become the benchmark."

A roar erupted from the center of the material flood.

General Xu Xiang's dark black armor was the first to break through the icy mist.

The chain saw sword cuts through the frozen space-time membrane.

Three hundred mechas were deployed in a goose-shaped formation behind him.

The same line of golden characters flashed on their helmet displays: [Reconstructed based on the data from the tactics library in the 67th year of the Song Dynasty].

"Coordinates A3 area, anti-god force field deployed!"

Liu Zui's voice came from deep within the mecha group.

The giant particle cannon she was operating was melting the tentacled god corpse lurking under the ice.

General Shu Weng broke away from the battle line and leaped alone to the top of the torrent of supplies.

His gravity halberd pierced a thawing container.

What the halberd tip held up was not a weapon, but a letter sealed in lunar alloy from the year 2099.

That was a farewell letter put in by an ancestor a hundred years ago.

The words on the letter were imprinted in the sky by ice crystals: [To the bastard who sees this letter: Don’t cry where we died in battle]

Light curtains all over the city flickered simultaneously.

Eight hundred thousand records of material transmission turned into a golden torrent, flowing rapidly along the inner wall of the protective shield.

Chief Engineer Zhao Shuang's son suddenly pointed to a piece of data and said, "Look! This is my great-grandfather!"

The scene of the year 2095 flashed across the screen.

His ancestors used the last thermal welding guns to weld into the core pipes in the constant temperature chamber in a blizzard with a temperature of minus 70 degrees Celsius.

On the ice wall behind him were the coordinates of the command center where everyone was at the moment.

"It turns out that the shelter beneath our feet..."

The torrent of materials collapsed into points of light.

The space-time channel let out a hissing sound as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

General Shi Hai caught a piece of falling snow.

The snowflakes unfolded into a holographic map in his palm.

That was the design drawing of the nuclear shield of Xuanwu City a hundred years ago.

At this moment, it is perfectly overlapping with the currently broken shield cracks.

"Xu Xiang! Take your mecha group to area B7. There will be a space-time resonance wave in thirty seconds!"

The young generals raised their heads at the same time.

The faces of their counterparts from a hundred years ago appeared on the built-in screens of their armors.

"receive."

The voices of the crowd overlapped and echoed in the command center.

The last batch of supply boxes fell into the designated location.

The sky cracked open with a strange sight.

"It's about to be closed." Cheng Fang's daughter reached out and grabbed a streak of escaping light.

She used her illusion powers to weave streams of light into bridges.

On the bridge are our ancestors from a hundred years ago.

Chen Huayuan smashed a test tube in the laboratory.

Zhao Shuang welded the cabin door in the snow.

Young Shi Hai is having a mechanical heart implanted in his chest.

All movements are frozen.

The ancestors turned their heads, as if they had sensed something.

The sound of military boots tapping the ground could be heard in the Xuanwu City.

One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians, living and dead, across time and space, raised their hands and saluted at the same time.

Xu Xiang's ancestor threw a chain saw sword before the phantom of 2098 in the armor dissipated.

Xu Xiang took it subconsciously.

Liu Zui caught the particle cannon core thrown by his ancestor a hundred years ago.

It feels cold to the touch, yet has a familiar warmth.

Shu Weng's gravity halberd collided with the halberd tip at the other end of time and space.

The inherited spark exploded.

…

The people of Xuanwu City, countless people, were doing the same, bidding farewell to their ancestors.

They may never meet.

Or they may leave behind their own images to inspire future generations.

Don't be afraid, my descendants. Even if we never meet again, we will leave you enough resources to make a comeback...

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Channel closed.

The nanorobots on the teacher's mechanical wings suddenly gathered together.

In Chen Huayuan's sandbox, the calculation formula of Zhao Shuang's ancestor a hundred years ago finally led to the deicide equation.

In the simulation in the palm of the Prime Minister's daughter's hand, a thrilling battle is about to be won...

That was the first cry of a newborn baby of the Song family in another timeline.

The frozen earth trembles.

It's not the resurrection of the gods.

It was the roar of 100,000 supply boxes being activated simultaneously.

Green vine seeds rolled out of the newly thawed boxes.

The seeds took root.

Transparent flowers bloomed from the remains of an embryo capsule buried a hundred years ago.

Xu Xiang touches the petals.

I saw myself in 2095 saluting deep in the center of the flower.

"It's not the end." General Shi Hai's eyes reflected the young generation who were ready to go.

"It's the first time we've met after eight hundred thousand reunions."

Real snow falling.

A faint golden glow floated among the snowflakes.

That was the last gift from the closed space-time channel.

All the words that cannot be conveyed will be re-spoken in the new sprouts a hundred years later.

Above the ruins of Xuanwu City, the evil god's shell tore through the sky.

His bones were like inverted bronze star orbits, and his flesh and blood was filled with black mist that swallowed up the light.

With every step, a thousand-meter-high ice sheet collapsed into an abyss.

Liu Zui's giant flaming sword was stuck in the frozen soil. The blood that seeped out of the cracks on the sword was evaporated into red mist before it even hit the ground.

"The seventh wave of divine punishment hits, and the southwest city wall is completely destroyed."

Lu He's voice mixed with ice chips came through the communicator.

He stood three hundred meters to the left of Liu Zui, and the blizzard formed by the SS-level ice power was being eaten by the black mist silkworm.

Ice crystals refract light before they vanish.

That was a sign that the God-killing weapon [Eyes of the Return] that the Returner had buried for a long time was awakening in the clouds.

Liu Zui suddenly drew his sword and jumped up.

The stream of fire trailed by the sword's blade carved oracle-bone-like inscriptions in the air.

The moment the flames touched the evil god's body, they changed into thousands of red-gold birds.

This is the SS-level supernatural power [Flame Inscription] that she just broke through.

Every cluster of fire is a remnant of a century of war history.

"Four o'clock!"

Lu He roared as he froze the divine blood tentacles gushing out from under his feet.

His ice domain suddenly collapsed into pure black crystals.

This is the ultimate form of SS-rank [Eternal Echo].

All attacks that are frozen will be returned a hundredfold.

The moment the evil god's giant palm came into contact with the black ice, it was instantly damaged by the [Chain of Judgment].

The sound of gears meshing resounded between heaven and earth.

Twelve giant bronze pillars suddenly rose from the depths of the ruins.

What appeared on the column was the time and space coordinates engraved by Liu Zui's flames.

This is the first god-killing weapon [Wheel of Years] buried by the returnee sent back by Gu Man in the apocalypse.

Each copper pillar is a "causal anchor" taken from a different timeline.

The evil god let out a distorted hiss, and the orbital bones began to become misaligned.

Liu Zui's Flame Bird took the opportunity to drill into the cracks in his joints.

Lu He's black ice domain exploded simultaneously, freezing the black mist that the evil god was trying to heal his wounds into a spider web.

"Now!"

They both crushed the pendant around their necks at the same time.

That is the [Inheritance Beacon] that Shi Yan created using the SS-level mechanical power.

The fragments turned into an infinitely compressed nuclear explosion.

The twelve bronze pillars collapsed with a loud bang.

However, in the process of falling, it reassembled into a giant sword engraved with the records of killing gods.

A vague phantom appears on the hilt of the sword.

She reached out and grasped the blade.

"This blade is called [Return]."

Her voice resounds across centuries.

"What we are cutting down is not the gods, but all the stumbling blocks on the way home for the Chinese people."

Liu Zui's flames and Lu He's frost simultaneously entangled the sword.

The red flame was tempered in the ice crystals to take on a cyan color.

The cold current carved dragon scales into the fire pattern.

When the giant sword split the core of the evil god, the fighting spirit of everyone in Xuanwu City surged out.

Xu Xiang's chain saw sword tore the divine corpse apart.

Shu Weng's gravity halberd shattered the star orbit.

The transformation of the daughter of the Prime Minister becomes real and fills every wound and crack.

Countless bronze fragments flew out of the evil god's collapsed shell.

One of the frozen pieces of Lu River.

What they found were the remaining pages of Gu Man's diary in the alien world:

"In the 97th year of the New Era, the 7999th God-killing Weapon was awakened at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Liu Zui's flame will temper its blade at this moment."

Suddenly, rain mixed with ashes began to fall over the ruins.

The tip of Liu Zui's sword picked up a glowing fragment of the divine nature.

Inside is a reflection of a late night ten years ago.

The younger self and Lu He were burying the bronze box sent by Gu Man on the ice field.

It turned out that what they personally participated in was the most critical training in the Hundred Years of God-Extermination Chain.

"The 8000th weapon,"

Lu He's black ice wrapped around the godhead.

“It turns out it was us.”

In the distance came the roars of more bronze pillars awakening.

The new evil shadow has not yet taken shape.

Countless traces of light intertwined with fire and ice have pierced through the clouds.

Liu Zui wiped the divine blood off the sword.

The coordinates of the next battlefield appeared in the flames.