The earth is like sand, and the day is like night.

The believers of the Transcendental Sect were washed away by the invisible torrent of fate. Even the Transcendental Building underground could not stop their flow. The barren and scorched earth seemed to be washed away as well, being ground into fine and dense sand. Some young Transcendental believers were paddling excitedly on the sand.

Faced with the sudden disaster, most of the Transcendental believers were neither sad nor happy. Although they were no longer connected to the computing center in the Transcendental Building, the long years of consciousness trusteeship had completely made them lose their sensitivity to reality. To them, the only real thing was the heartbeat, which sounded like the countdown to the bomb of death.

Compared to the believers of transcendence, the believers of other directions seemed much more embarrassing. Most of them were making a lot of noise. One-wing magicians cast spells to save themselves, two-wing magicians spread their virtual wings to try to fly, and holy domain magicians spread their holy domains... Occasionally, two sects collided with each other, and even a life-and-death fight would occur. Perhaps compared to an unknown fate, dying in a war of faith could make people feel more at ease.

Soon, they saw their end.

Above the vast wasteland, a huge green spear pierced the sky from the silent spiral. The green spear was entangled in a spiral crystal storm. The flying green crystals covered the sky and dyed the afternoon forest into a desolate area of ​​night.

Seeing this scene, the magicians trembled all over. They had a vague guess, but they didn't want to think about it, and there was no time for them to think about it.

"Ah!" The scream of a magician suddenly stopped, he pierced his own heart, and died with a smile of fear and relief.

In the dark green storm of ghosts and wolves howling, hysterical screams were heard. Facing the sudden natural disaster, death seemed to be the only comfort.

But amidst the roar of heaven and earth and despair, a clear prayer sounded throughout the surroundings:

"Beyond consciousness, fade away the ego."

The transcendent believers stood up, the one-wing magician summoned his magic spirit, the two-wing magician spread his virtual wings, the sanctuary magician spread his sanctuary, the ordinary believers held their heads high, and the children grabbed the hands of the adults, trying hard not to sit down.

Zizizizi. Countless thunderbolts gathered in the hands of the Transcendental believers. The Transcendental sect almost only practiced thunder magic. This was almost the first time in the past fifty years that they had cast a spell in the outside world. The might was like thunderbolts leaking out of the ground, and a thunderstorm marched!

"Perfect twins, a spiral of destiny. The path to salvation lies within."

On the other side, the Dark Snake Twins of the Gemini Cult also chanted loudly, completing the God-sending Ritual in an instant. The other Gemini magicians followed closely behind, and the double miracle was ready!

"To cast bronze instruments, to establish laws for all living things, to carry on the lost arts for the gods, and to bring peace to the universe."

The Bronze Law believers chanted in unison, each holding their bronze weapons tightly and aiming at the domineering dark green storm!

"The sun is a furry monster that licks away all misfortune with its rays..."

"For the blue and clear world!"

"The fire of catastrophe will never be extinguished!"

The closer they were to the dark green storm, the louder the believers' slogans became! Not all believers had Dafa, and some were even nonbelievers who had defected to the Four Pillars of God. But at this moment, without exception, they were chanting the prayers they had heard thousands of times. These could not give them any strength, nor could they help them escape from their predicament. The prayers that had even annoyed them in the past became their backbone and their strength at this moment, allowing them to muster up the courage to launch the final charge towards the dark green storm that was sweeping the world!

Faith may not be able to produce miracles, but it can make people fearless.

Facing doomsday, mortals are not helpless.

The Senluo magician is shining his last light.

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"Could Vichy be dead?"

On the eighteenth level of the Spiral of Silence, the violent dark green fire storm occupied almost every area, except for a hint of pale yellow underground, which was slowly approaching the eye of the storm.

Hearing Ash's naive question, Weisser shook her head slightly and said calmly, "Even you can hold on for so long, Weiss only has more cards. He may have taken control of the Fire Cats and left Senluo now."

She paused and explained, "Unlike us, Weixi came here to cause the end of the world from the beginning, so he must have a way to leave the collapsed Senluo and will never be buried with this corrupt country. Although he definitely wants to take the white dove and the blue bird, under the current circumstances, unless he is willing to wait for a few months, he will have to give up."

Ash nodded in disappointment, looking up, through the pale yellow sword barrier, looking at the long night of storm with only the embers above. Every minute and every second, all the time, there are Senluo people being corroded into green beasts, being shredded into broken crystals, flying and howling in pain in the lower space. Their pain will never end, and they will be divided into different broken crystals for eternity, slowly rolling in the barren land, and embracing madness in the long night of pain.

Even if they are crushed into dust, their consciousness will not be extinguished. Their pain and resentment will become the only color of Senluo.

This is the most brutal doomsday, this is the sad despair that even the Gray Fox Warlock who perished feels, this is the curse that Silver Lamp thought he could escape.

Originally, only when Senluo Zhanzhu died, the negative energy he stirred up could overwhelm the entire Senluo. But the gods were afraid that too many Senluo people would die, so they used themselves as a wedge to pry open the law of death in Senluo.

Logically speaking, even if the gods took action themselves, they would only kill the Senluo people in advance, and the Senluo people could still return to the realm of emptiness. However, in the country of Senluo, due to the lack of the abyss, there has always been a second possibility of death - strangling green into a beast.

With the cooperation of the white dove and the blue bird, they actually succeeded in launching a dark green storm. Any creature that died in the storm was equivalent to being strangled to death and turned into a green beast!

Although the Senluo people died, their pain and resentment were still a heavy burden for the Lord Zhan. This was the purpose of the white dove and the blue bird: people could die, but they could not leave.

Even if I die, I will be tortured for eternity in the Senluo Kingdom! Even if I rot, I will rot in the wound of the Lord Zhan!

The Senluo people who were wailing in the storm now would never have thought that the culprit who made them want to die was the white dove and blue bird they had admired since childhood. Although Ash knew that the gods had long lost their humanity, he didn't know whether they needed to learn gradually or for some reason, the three gods could have launched the dark green storm at the beginning instead of plugging the loophole.

If they had not been unable to plug the Doomsday loophole and had no other options, they would not have launched the Dark Green Storm. Perhaps... as long as it did not affect the premise of killing the Lord of Zhan, the three gods were actually willing to side with the Senluo people.

If it weren't for Vichy, things would never have come to this. Ash hoped that Vichy would be killed by the dark green storm, or even better, be crushed into millions of pieces and endure millions of pains.

But he had to admit that Yin Deng's guess was the most likely one. Not only could a human-skin monster like Vichy survive, but he also had a high probability of leaving Senluo and was breathing fresh air in the new world while playing with the fire cat god.

There was no need for Vichy to stay in Senluo any longer, because this dark green storm would last for at least a few months.

When the dark green storm first started, Ash and Weisser thought it wouldn't last long, so their first reaction was to move away and wait for the storm to end. But as time went on, they gradually realized the seriousness of the situation.

Those crushed green crystals will not only continue to strengthen the power of the storm, but also reduce the energy consumption of the storm! Weisser has been using "perspective" to observe the gods, and found that at the moment of activating the miracle, the white dove and the blue bird were one year younger, but then their appearances hardly changed, and they easily maintained the operation of the storm.

This storm will not stop until all the Senluo people are dead. The Senluo people are the fuel of the storm.

That's why Ash wondered if Vichy was dead, because under the raging storm, the magician's magic power could not support the sanctuary for long. What was protecting Ash and Silver Lantern now was Ash's defense miracle 'Sword Barrier'. They walked underground to minimize the area of ​​the Sword Barrier attacked by the storm.

Some people may wonder, does it not consume mana to defend miracles? Of course it consumes mana, but it does not consume Ash's mana, but the mana of the source crystal.

Just last time when he used the Source Crystal to drive the Dream Awakening Spirit, Ash finally knew the second use of the Source Crystal, so this time he exchanged the Source Crystal and let the magic spirits directly chew the Source Crystal to cast spells.

Weisser glanced at the source crystal and said nothing.

Ash also thought about whether he could chew on the source crystal to restore his magic power, but after almost breaking his teeth, he had to admit that it was too early for the source crystal to enter the human diet, unless Lala Fei was crossbred with the source crystal.

As the energy source of the gods, the source crystal is used as an energy pool for several magic spirits. It is as easy as a big car crushing a child. So, can Ash and the other person hold on forever and rest assured?

Of course not.

Ash looked at the sickly Earth Sword, Heart Sword and other magic spirits, then looked at the crawling Silver Lamp, and asked, "How far is it?"

Weisser opened her glass-like transparent eyes, looked into the depths of the storm, and said, "There are still five minutes left. Is it no use?"

"We have to do it even if we have to," Ash said softly, continuing to crawl in the tunnel.

The magic spirit is a tool, and tools will wear out.

In the past, the sword barrier would only last for a few seconds, and at most a minute. But now they had been walking in the miracle storm for more than ten minutes, and every second the sword barrier was being tested to its limit. This was no longer overtime, but a death consumption of magic spirits.

Even if the energy crystals were restored, it was impossible for a person to work hard without sleep for days on end even if they drank energy drinks every minute, and neither could a magic spirit. Perhaps after waiting for another ten minutes, or maybe five minutes, except for the four-winged magic spirit Heart Sword, the other three-winged and two-winged magic spirits would suddenly die and break down, just like Ash before.

The magic spirit is dead, and Yaxu can’t spend his active crystals.

That's why Ash and Weisser walked back and took the initiative to approach the core of the dark green storm.

They had no way to escape, and outside was endless night.

If they cannot kill the gods and stop the dark green storm, the only thing they can do is to choose a way of death they like, or to laugh and give the world a middle finger before dying, so that their optimism can be passed on to future generations through the magician's manual.

Killing gods.

Ash chewed on this phrase carefully. Unexpectedly, he did not feel fear, excitement, or joy from it. He thought he would feel sad for Igula and others, and feel sorry for Sword Lady, Witch and others, but the ten-minute long night trek was enough to calm his restless heart and calmly welcome his own destiny.

I am a legendary magician, Ash thought.

The so-called legend is that you can happily taste every dish cooked by the chef of destiny in the buffet.

If there was anything to complain about, then Ash had a lot to complain about. They were all about to leave, but they encountered the Doomsday Disaster. Going back a little further, from the moment they arrived in Senluo, they were forced to get involved in the game between the Fire Temple, the Four Pillars Cult, and the Silver Lantern, and were forced to run around.

Looking back, they seemed to have been targeted by fate throughout their entire journey to Senluo, and nothing went well for them. Even if there was no doomsday, Ash vowed never to come again.

But if you ask whether this experience is worth it, Ash thinks it is.

Not to mention that Tamashi, a close friend, is worth the price of admission. What Ash will never forget is the few days he spent with the audience in the Trial of Divine Fire.

There is also the Beyond Building, the Black Robe Town, the Dead City... and all kinds of different sects, all of which open the eyes of the cult leader.

More importantly, Ash seemed to be infected by this wasteland full of fantasy and faith, and gradually, he also had his own beliefs.

This belief does not have any great goal, and even Ash cannot say what it is. But he knows that this belief is made up of everyone he knows, whether they are alive or dead, whether they are around or not, those people in his memory have become Ash's courage to challenge fate.

Even if I travel through the long night, I will not be alone.

However, it's not like Ash didn't have something to complain about.

"In the end, I have to die with you." Ash said softly.

"Are you thinking that since we're all going to die anyway, why not die together in the Trial of the Divine Fire?" Weisser didn't look at him, but seemed to be able to see through his thoughts: "At least everything that's happening now won't happen."

"A little bit, but it's just an escape." Ash said, "As long as the Senluo people want to flee on a large scale, the three gods will definitely appear; if Senluo maintains the status quo, it will only postpone this doomsday to the future."

"But at least you can leave Senluo." Weisser said, "This matter has nothing to do with you in the first place."

"Isn't this your fault?" Yaxiu said, "If you hadn't captured us and activated the Dragon Blood Training System... maybe we wouldn't have fallen to this point."

"If you expect me to reflect or apologize, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Weisser said calmly: "I don't regret anything I've done, including how many people I've killed, how many bad things I've done, and..."

She paused: "Involve you in this."

Ash's mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly said, "Yeah, I know."

"If there were no Three Gods and Vichy, if the plan I told you could be carried out..." Ash looked at Stormy Night: "Perhaps it would not end like this."

"We still have a chance to change the outcome."

"I know, but can we really kill gods?"

"able."

Weisser looked at him with an inexplicable look in her eyes: "Because there is a third possibility of death."