Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 995: Chapter 778: Dreams Are the Opposite_2

Luo Su sneered, ”Guess what ’Golden Dawn’ corresponds to as the Element of Destruction?”

Isaac said nothing.

——As the Element of Destruction, [Golden Dawn] corresponds to [Heavenly Kingdom]!

Yet the Heavenly Kingdom has already fallen into Peron’s hands.

The remnants are gone.

Isaac knew little of the events of those years; he didn’t know whether Peron destroyed the Heavenly Kingdom to eliminate Golden Dawn or for his own purposes.

But regardless of the reason, the result wouldn’t change.

As an Element of Destruction, Golden Dawn was just born, yet lost its corresponding other half, unable to achieve ultimate completion.

Everything before us is a Hell experiment from Golden Dawn taking a different path.

Using the Tanbo Inner Circle as a petri dish, fusing the power of two great Elements of Destruction on the Hybrid substrate, intending to glimpse the true results.

Breaking the hellish blockade of Yingzhou was just incidental; they intend to exchange the lives of tens of thousands for the final answer!

Now, under the call of the Healer, thunderous clouds roar.

Hell on Earth reverberates, an invisible gravity pulls the power of ’Paradise of Bliss’, opening the pathway to Hell.

”Magna Est Veritas Et Praevavebit——”

Truth Prosperity.

Above the burning Empire Building, Woodman looks up at the darkened sky dome, a detached smile stretches from his deepening gaze, erecting a framework from Hell.

Enshrouding all within Hell.

The marsh person virus rapidly germinates, undergoing metamorphosis and evolution, spreading throughout the Tanbo Inner Circle, deeply combining with the Healer’s divine nature...

”At this level, even if the Existence Institute is useless, they should have noticed the ’Damper’ added on the Doomsday Clock, right?”

He murmured softly, raising his head, gazing into the distance.

After the sky dome suddenly shatters, extinction’s light descends from the heavens. The light, sharp as a blade, slashes through the dark clouds, from south to north, then suddenly turns, perfectly encircling Tanbo District.

Light like an iron curtain, instantly isolates inside and outside.

Purification Sequence, activated!

Soon, monsters from the ’Outer Jail Test Area’ will charge in, destroying all they see, through subsequent sixteen processes, from the physical to memory to history, erasing the entire Tanbo Inner Circle from the world...

Woodman overlooks all this, a mocking smile.

Whether this place can continue to exist is irrelevant to him.

Golden Dawn desires only the final result. The data and transformations generated between [Yes] and [No] will be fully recorded in observation.

Destruction will only accelerate the deepening process, like war and slaughter.

It has always been the sole method to create Hell.

Now, as the earth roars, a colossal figure emerges at the boundary between Current Circumstances, Border, and Hell. As countless crowded buildings magically shift to the sides, a massive door begins to appear at the forefront of the Tanbo Inner Circle.

The blackened door is adorned with sculptures of agony; as its immense outline emerges from the air momentarily, its cold aura spreads in all directions, freezing everything.

It’s the final work from Creator·Rodan—Gate of Hell, the boundary thoroughly isolating all pollution and monsters within the Existence Institute from Current Circumstances.

Now, the door to Bian Jail Linbo slowly opens a crack.

A long-missed figure from earthly dust emerges, gazing at the Hell on Earth, eyes filled with compassion.

——Creator·Shah!

The man who always wore a witty smile now looks solemn, evaluating and witnessing all before him with the naked eye, completing the final procedure.

This place is indeed beyond saving.

Next is the time to activate purification...

His palms slowly raise, as his movement occurs, Hell’s door trembles violently, erupts with a roar, and the colossal figure from behind the door in the jail cries with hunger, eager to plunge into this brutal slaughter and poison.

Yet the narrow Gate of Hell doesn’t open wide.

Shah’s actions stall in place.

Slowly, he lifts his gaze, looking forward, from thin rain, a disheveled figure emerges.

Like running in a frenzy, crawling and rolling, covered in scars, staggering forward, as if a beggar stranded on the streets.

But now, he stands before Shah and the Gate of Hell, struggling to support trembling knees.

Just like that, he spreads his arms.

Facing extinction and death.

In the overlooking gaze of countless hidden mirrors, his face is clearly visible...

Matsumoto Genichiro.

”Why do this, Matsumoto.”

Shah looks at his student, eyes filled with pity, ”You know, the Purification Sequence has never been canceled; this will only sacrifice yourself.”

”Then let me be sacrificed!”

Matsumoto trembles, hoarsely replies, ”Please take my life! God City is my student, the tool used to create the marsh person disease is mine, I should die, I should die here!”

”But, teacher...”

He’s already in tears, kneeling on the ground, ”Please save my compatriots, I beg of you, I beg of you...”

In the brief silence, Shah lowers his gaze.

”I’m sorry, Matsumoto.” He says, ”I am powerless.”

”Then, I won’t give up either!”

Matsumoto’s face twitches, unable to suppress fear, yet he doesn’t depart from the front, ”I’ve given up too many times, teacher, please allow me, to die here, together with them.”