Old Song placed his hand on the suit of armor.

This armor is different from Xia's armor which is full of retro flavor, decorations and patterns. It is more like the product of modern technology. As soon as it comes into contact with someone, the armor immediately cracks and turns into countless tiny crystals like sand, spreading to Lao Song's body.

Lu Ban originally thought that this was a nano armor like in science fiction movies, but he soon found out that he was wrong.

The crystals tore through Lao Song's protective suit, revealing his gray skin.

Dark blue blood vessels burst out from the skin.

The crystals penetrated his skin and reached into his body like tentacles.

As the crystal entered, Lao Song's blood vessels gradually turned red.

The next moment, those blood vessels burst.

Red blood splattered, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, it quickly covered Lao Song's body.

His skin cracked, his muscles swelled and knotted, and his bones began to proliferate, together with the blood that wrapped around them, forming a red and white armor.

This armor possesses both mechanical and biological beauty. On Lao Song's face, the twisted flesh formed a hideous mask with only one huge eye that was slightly turning. Several tentacles extended from the back of the head and were wriggling in the air. If an ordinary person saw it, he would probably be scared to death and faint.

Lu Ban thought of an alien-like monster, while Lao Song had already taken out a gun from the weapon rack.

The entire body of this gun seemed to be made up of the spine of some unknown creature, with the tiny ribs serving as the barrel, and the tail vertebrae and hip bones at the end serving as the buttstock and trigger.

Without any pause, Lao Song raised the muzzle of his gun, and without pulling the trigger, several beams of light shot out from the rifle-like weapon.

These light beams suddenly exploded when they came into contact with the monsters in front, and mushroom clouds rose from the ground. In an instant, not even a trace of the monsters was left, only a large patch of thick fog remained.

However, in the blink of an eye, the thick fog gathered again and turned into those hideous and terrifying monsters.

This is just like the filth that Lu Ban saw. It cannot be destroyed, and even if killed, it will be resurrected immediately. Even the pollution from the Old Ones cannot stop these monsters.

unless……

"Pure fire."

Lu Ban thought of the pale flame.

Things that are called ash fire in the Glorious Realm can only be fully controlled by the chosen priestesses in Hedao. This flame is nurtured by the extreme hatred and resentment of those poor girls.

At least in Lu Ban's understanding, this thing can burn filth and resist these monsters.

The giants in the Glorious Realm were still fighting, and all kinds of strange weapons burst out with light, sweeping away those ugly monsters, but the next moment, all the monsters would return to their original state again, or even become more terrifying. The defense line kept retreating, and even the bombardment of heavy artillery released from their ships only made the monsters in a larger range dissipate and reorganize.

Pale wings made of bones have grown on Lao Song's back. The wings have no wing membranes, only sharp bone spurs. Those bone spurs are deeply embedded in the ground, as if supporting him standing, or as if they are absorbing nutrients from the earth, or discharging their own internal heat and pollution to the ground.

There were several artillery batteries floating around him. The power unleashed by these artillery batteries was enough to plow the island flat thousands of times, but hitting those monsters was like punching into the air. He had already retreated to the edge of the beach, with nowhere to retreat.

Further back is the Tavel Time Anchor.

If those filth destroyed the Tavel time anchor, then the time anchor here would definitely disappear, and the pollution would leak out directly, spreading rapidly, and engulfing the entire planet in a short period of time.

A giant was submerged in filth. In an instant, a storm arose around his armor, trying to drive away the monsters. However, the storm could not withstand the endless monsters. Soon, accompanied by a few gunshots, there was no sound anymore.

The sun was obscured by the black tide and the entire island was in danger.

Leopard stood on the beach, watching this scene with great anticipation.

Lu Ban knew that he had no choice now.

Only by creating pure fire here can we save the world.

For the next thousands of years, Kazushima will survive because of the pure fire brought by Lu Ban, and Amber and Momiji will die tragically because of the method of continuing the world that Lu Ban brought.

He must witness the budding of the divine cherry.

He suddenly understood why Leopard had followed him here, and why he had helped him send the Outer God who was about to awaken back but left behind this mess.

Because of Leopard, the incarnation of the Outer God wanted to see with his own eyes how Lu Ban pushed this foreign land into the abyss of struggle.

She wanted to witness the process of Lu Ban destroying all the beautiful things with his own hands and closing the loop of fate.

What could be more appealing than this to an Outer God whose delicacy is the most ardent of emotions?

The giants of the Glorious Realm were overwhelmed by the filth. These pioneers of the most advanced civilization were devoured and torn apart one by one, turning into food for the filth.

Lao Song is still fighting, but he also knows that this is a losing battle.

At this moment, he finally realized that civilization would never be able to resist the erosion of pollution, and everything his world had done, just like what he was doing now, was futile.

"ah!!!"

Old Song roared, and all the weapons around him opened fire at once. The filth that was like a torrential rain gathered more and more, like a torrent that could destroy everything in its path.

In an instant, Lao Song was submerged in the torrent, and even his roar was obscured.

In the chaotic scene, Lao Song saw a flame.

The flame was pale, yet seemed to have condensed countless colors. It was brighter than the starry sky, yet as silent as the abyss.

The flames touched the filth without any trace, and then the twisted monster was ignited.

The monsters that were on fire did not disappear, but instead froze in place, turning into firewood and burning quietly.

The flames continued to spread and diffuse, like a grand finale. The overwhelming filth was purified by the clear flames and turned into a pale ocean.

Not only filth, but also the earth, sea water, air, and sunlight were ignited by this flame and became its firewood.

In the flames, a figure fell from the filth in mid-air. His body was incomplete and his armor was tattered. He fell on the beach, leaving a huge hole.

The beeping of the Tavier time anchor stopped, the sky began to tear apart, the frozen stars began to turn, and the dawn light peeked in from the cracks.

The dim sun was eclipsed by the pale firelight.

From now on, nothing will exist here anymore, only the flames will burn quietly.