Red light flickered.
As the Metal Sigh Disaster officially began, the eerie, ghastly red moonlight seemed to breathe, its frequency growing faster and faster.
Creak.
Creak.
Without any visible change in the environment, all sorts of metal objects piled in the center of the plaza began rattling on their own.
Visible to the naked eye, countless horrifying rust spots began appearing across the silvery-white surfaces of the agricultural tools.
In less than two minutes, they had connected into a single mass of black rust.
"Damn it. This is way too scary!"
As the metal corroded, white corrosive gas also began to rise.
Under the illumination of the red light, it looked downright creepy.
This thousandfold aging speed was definitely not as simple as multiplying by a thousand. With the effects stacking together, the metal had already begun displaying a strange transformation.
It did not look like aging. It looked more like sighing!
Countless lamentations linked together, audible even from several hundred meters away, sounding like an old-fashioned tractor starting up.
Soon, the metal objects forged into various shapes aged to a critical point and began to deform.
A Great Strength Series Hoe.
The metal attached to the wooden handle began falling off. It rolled across the ground as though it had lost all tension, forming small black balls.
A Gentleman Series Rifle.
The metal gun body had twisted into a pretzel, while the barrel naturally fused shut and became an iron rod.
Rumble.
Continuous rumbling began coming from the distant horizon, shaking the earth until it trembled along with it.
Su Mo raised his head and looked up at the Starry Sky. The sky suddenly brightened.
Streak after streak of fiery-red meteors drew graceful arcs across the red night sky, constantly flying toward the horizon.
One of them fell squarely