Apocalypse

The Origin Star has existed for countless years. From the birth of the first sentient being, from the first time gazing at the Starry Sky, the first time experiencing fear of the darkness, and the first time yearning to live, the Power of Faith has been accumulating in this world.

Those prayers, fears, worship, and longings; the spiritual fluctuations and emotional power when worshipping mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon; the will to survive in the face of death... all ultimately transformed into the Power of Faith, settling deep within the world.

Even if the Power of Faith contributed by each living being is negligible, it still amounts to a terrifying quantity over time.

Compared to the Power of Faith condensed by the Silver-White Book and the Mu Ri, the Book of Silver is merely a small pond compared to an entire ocean.

Under normal circumstances, these Power of Faith will remain dormant and will never be activated.

They are dead, they are asleep, they are chaotic, they are motherless.

But at this moment, they were activated.

Because a condensation nucleus appeared on [Moon II].

All kinds of unclaimed Power of Faith began to converge towards that condensation nucleus.

They poured out from every corner of the Origin Star, passed through the atmosphere, and traversed space, continuously flowing towards that trembling satellite.

Su Luo stood there and checked Mu Ri's physical condition. After confirming that he wouldn't die, she went up to the moon to conduct her research.

"The last Meteor Shower was Essence the first large-scale convergence of the Power of Faith, resulting in a massive geological event. And what was converged..."

Su Luo frowned slightly, feeling the most extreme fear and distortion.

That is humanity's most primal fear, a nightmare materialized by the Power of Faith.

"I can't think of a way to overcome this cataclysmic crisis at a low cost right now. Let's see what Tracing Light decides for himself."

He shook his head, his consciousness returning to the Pure White Space, and sat back in his armchair.

With a flick of his wrist, a card appeared in his palm.

It was a bright red card, made of some kind of special crystal, with a faint shimmer around its edges.

The front of the card features a beautiful flame design, with a white border around the flame.

This is the "White Card" he just printed.

The card Storage a blue level 35 Spell. If cast using Su Luo's methods, it can instantly incinerate a monster with a Main Attribute of 22, consuming very little energy.

Even with Su Luo's extreme compression of the Spell's essence, the energy and Spell model still require at least one cubic meter of casting space.

But now, it's compressed into this tiny card.

This is Su Luo's Purple Skill - [Storage Conversion].

It can store Spells or other attacks in a very small form, which can be released freely with minimal loss and can be preserved for a long time.

As soon as he came out of the Tower, he casually defined the format as cards and divided them into quality levels.

Cards that can be printed now but have low power are considered "White Cards ". Cards with excessive power that cannot be printed now will be considered higher quality cards in the future.

"The prospects are still very good... Print thousands upon thousands of cards, throw a stack of them out during battle, and they'll be like a powerful brick that smashes the opponent to death."

Su Luo felt that this skill was particularly useful, and it was very effective for someone like him who suffered from a fear of insufficient firepower.

"Not to mention, it can also slowly analyze this compression technology..."

Su Luo was pondering various application scenarios when her gaze suddenly sharpened.

On the Planet Model, [Moon II] moved.

Origin Star.

[Moon II] suddenly stopped on its orbit.

It no longer circled rhythmically as usual, but was frozen in place as if held by an invisible hand.

The Tides are out of control. Seawater is overflowing, flooding lowlands, causing frequent earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. The whole world is trembling.

Everyone looked up at the fixed moon, a nameless fear rising in their hearts.

Three days.

For three whole days, the moon remained motionless.

Then, it began to fall.

Terrified.

Life on Origin Star is not yet capable of withstanding a direct impact from the moon; only a few hundred people were able to escape into space and traverse it physically.

Fortunately, the moon only fell a quarter of the way to the Origin Star before stopping and then slowly shrinking.

In this scene of Heaven's Collapse, four rays of light descended from Ethereal.

Green like rot, red like a sea of blood, gray like deathly silence, black like eternal night.

The wind stopped, the clouds shattered, and the earth trembled silently.

All that had breath suffocated at that moment.

Apocalypse, the coming of the world.

Everything started to change.

The Cangyuan Continent.

Crimson light tore through the sky from the horizon.

A Knight clad in crimson heavy armor descended through the air. His armor was plain and unadorned, displaying only a striking red, and his face was devoid of features, only a bottomless abyss of darkness.

The warhorse beneath him was formed from congealed blood, its hooves Burn with crimson flames. With each step, crimson ripples spread through the air, as if an invisible war drum was beating.

He stood there, neither speaking nor moving, simply watching the world in Jingjing.

The Mu Ri rose over Changhe City and set before the Knight.

He looked at that faceless face, and a strong feeling welled up inside him—

I've met them.

Among the monsters he saw when he first made his Great Oath was this one.

War.

It is beyond our ability to defeat.

I have a strong feeling in Mu Ri heart.

One of the most primal fears of living beings.

This phenomenon has occurred repeatedly throughout the history of Origin Star, each time accompanied by the prayers, cries, and Curses of countless beings. These emotions, having been tempered by the Power of Faith for countless years, have finally coalesced into a physical form.

In the distance, a missile ascended into the sky. It was the most advanced weapon of the current Suguang Civilization, streaking across the sky with a blinding trail of flame, and crashing into that blood-red figure.

Mushroom clouds exploded one after another.

Nuclear bomb.

The Knight remained completely still.

The shockwave from the explosion swept past His sides, the flames went out in front of Him, and the radiation dissipated around Him, yet He made no move.

Weapons powerful enough to destroy a city are like a gentle breeze before Him.

Faith is immortal, and so is His.

In a sense, Mu Ri and He are of the same kind.

He stood Jingjing on this continent, looking down upon all living beings.

He doesn't wield his sword, he doesn't roar, and he doesn't personally take any life.

But whenever He appears, people's hearts crumble: peace shatters, alliances turn to ashes, relatives and friends turn against each other, and fathers and sons become enemies.

Humans will go mad and kill each other until rivers of blood flow.

He is war itself, the evil hidden in the very bones and blood of all living beings.

A world war broke out inexplicably.

Green light shimmered in the sky above the Yunmeng Continent.

First, a rotten green mist descended from the sky.

It was a clump of writhing green pus, dripping out.

It has no eyes or mouth, yet it silently spreads Curses.

Wherever it passed, the grass and trees instantly turned black and rotted, the flesh of living beings melted away, and life was severed as if by a knife.

He descended upon the Dwarf Civilization after its division.