Heaven's Collapse

The Empire declared them to have "slipped through the net," having sneaked in through gaps in the defenses.

However, the Survivors ' own experiments have proven that a weak monster could not possibly enter an extremely long defensive line guarded by millions of soldiers, overseen by dozens of bishops, and illuminated by Holy Light day and night.

Theoretically feasible, but practically it depends on the situation. The two decided to first explore the [Calamity Nest]. Moreover, if there were any social connections there, Fu Li could also relearn some skills, depending on whether he was willing to lower himself to do so.

Anyway, ever since Song Shige learned about Fu Li's main cultivation path, he stopped letting him get too close to him.

With Fu Li tucked under their shoulders, the two trekked for an hour before arriving at a spot in the magnificent building that resembled a dermatitis lesion.

It was a fleshy fold with dark red edges, and viscous liquid seeped from the folds. The folds expanded and contracted, as if breathing and swallowing.

The surrounding fleshy walls were covered with dark blue veins that bulged out of the surface, rising and falling with the contraction of the folds, looking utterly disgusting.

"I'll go in first to scout ahead; you wait outside."

"Wait my ass! If any random monster comes along and farts, I'll be dead." Fu Li lowered his voice slightly.

"Alright, but I can't guarantee I can protect you. The Mutated Calamity monster is quite powerful."

"It's alright, I'll take responsibility if you die." Fu Li patted his chest.

Thirty minutes after entering the [Calamity Nest], Fu Li died.

Died at the hands of other Survivors.

Meanwhile, the [Calamity Nest] rioted, and countless calamities were awakened from their slumber. The Survivors in and around it finally understood why the Empire had never paid attention to this thing.

A part of the world is convulsing wildly, and a wave of flesh and blood is sweeping across the world.

Ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times more [calamities] than ever before appeared in this icy and snowy land.

Many commanders at the front lines, upon seeing the overwhelming tide, trembled with fear and finally uttered:

"All troops, heed my command! Commit suicide and die!"

There was a Fairy Tale book that, in just half a day, was spread to the Elfa Province and its neighboring provinces through methods such as transport by Awakened, aerial drop, and hacking into neighboring radio stations.

An ordinary cover, ordinary content—only someone with nothing better to do would read it.

Long, long ago, there was a Scholar in the Empire Academy of Sciences named Luosu. After being expelled from the Academy, he harbored deep resentment.

He hid where no one could find him and built a machine capable of tearing through space. He aimed that machine at the heart of the empire, ripping open black rifts in the sky. On the other side of those rifts lay endless calamity. Calamity poured out from the cracks like a flood overflowing a dam. The empire's army could not stop him, the Knights of the Church could not stop him, and even the Holy Light was blinded by darkness.

The people of the empire cried out in despair, the nobles fled to faraway places for refuge, and the Saintess of the Church knelt on the ruins to pray.

Just as the claws of evil were about to tear her apart, a traveler stepped forward. He wore no armor, held no weapon, and possessed only a heart illuminated by kindness. With each shout he uttered, evil took a step back; with each wave of his hand, Holy Light emanated from his palm.

People recognized him— Ansen, the one who traveled throughout the empire, spoke for the poor, and persuaded nobles to hand over Ansen keys.

It turns out he was the Saint Son the Church had lost for many years.

Holy Light flowed within him, and divine favor spread beneath his feet. He repelled the calamity, closed the rift, and, hand in hand with the Saintess, stood on the ruins of the empire's center.

From then on, the Saint Son and Saintess lived happily ever after. The empire entered a new Order. The Church had a new Saint Son.

"Isn't Luosu dead? Why are you writing about him again?" Mu Hongyuan flipped through the Fairy Tales, saw the familiar name, and asked Ansen.

"Reality Luosu, what does that have to do with the villains in my Fairy Tales? This ensures the continuity of the Fairy Tales and reduces unnecessary complexity."

Ansen stood beside her, his eyes fixed on the handkerchief Mu Hongyuan had used. There was a faint red lipstick mark on the corner of the handkerchief. His gaze lingered on the handkerchief for two seconds before he looked away.

"Only the outcome is predetermined; the process is unimportant. As long as there's a general outline, the actual development will roughly follow it."

Mu Hongyuan nodded slightly, noting this point, and then asked:

"So, how long do you have left, you [Heaven's Collapse]?"

Ansen held up three fingers.

"Three days?" Mu Hongyuan frowned.

According to Scholars, this era is coming to an end, and it's highly unlikely that we'll succeed.

Blood spilled from Ansen's mouth, and even blood-streaked brain matter oozed from his nose. He withdrew one finger. "Two." Then the last one. "One."

"The Heaven's Collapse!"

Something changed on the distant horizon; the clouds changed from grayish-white to a color never seen before, the smell of coal smoke in the air dissipated, and even the flames of the gas lamps shrank, as if in fear of something.

On that day, the people of the empire recalled the fear of being dominated by Giants.

Most of the calamities are over three meters tall, and some Mutated Calamities can even exceed twenty meters in height, surpassing the height of most residential buildings in the empire.

The rift suddenly burst open, the white light being the color of the rift itself, and the scarlet light being the color of the other side of the rift. The two lights mingled together and poured down from the highest point of the sky, dyeing the entire city a dirty, bloody color.

Gazing at the silvery-white and scarlet cracks in the sky, the empire's high command widened their eyes, recalling the prehistoric instructions passed down through generations.

Bloodshed may not change, but its Immortality for eternity.

Holy Light reigns supreme, and His power endures forever.

The noble Pope of the [Church] held a mangled corpse in his hand, looked up at the sky above the empire, his usual composure and steadiness gone, his mouth slightly open.

"World destruction...[Calamity Disaster]!"

After tidying up briefly, the Pope took to the air without hesitation and flew away into the sky.

At the same time, more than a dozen other bishop-level Awakened knew the severity of the Calamity Disaster and had lived for many years, did the same thing.

Their movements were so fast that people could only see a dozen or so white lights rising from all directions, like a flock of startled birds shooting into the depths of the sky.

They wanted to escape into that endless, cold Ethereal, waiting for everything to calm down before returning to accept the world after its destruction, just like a hidden Legendary.

Deep in their memories, in the oral instructions passed down from their ancestors and their ancestors' ancestors, the same method was written on the parchment scrolls: Calamity Disaster strikes, escape to the heavens beyond.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

The concubine, who was nervously accepting the emperor's favor, saw the emperor suddenly shift into a manual transmission and start the car. She stood there, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was looking at. She drew her sword and looked around, feeling lost.