World's End

Upon hearing this, Great Emperor of Atabia's first reaction the next second was to stop his meaningless bombardment of the Crystal Wall at once.

He immediately made the optimal choice. Without the slightest hesitation, he opened more cans and gulped down more food, twisting open the mineral water bottles one by one and pouring the water down in great mouthfuls.

Large amounts of flesh began to grow, and nutrients were replenished.

Li Qing glanced at the small opening on the door. There were no guards stationed there, so there was no need to use a blowtorch to burn the entrance at over a thousand degrees. He directly opened the rotating airtight hatch resembling a submarine hatch that he had welded himself.

He took a box of matches from his pocket and dropped one through the small opening.

Boom!

A single match ignited the entire world.

Yes.

The ocean was burning.

All the cities that lived in the sea were swiftly engulfed in flames.

After the first great extinction of the Alcohol Civilization, they had only managed to break down alcohol for one day before rapidly facing five or six consecutive days of UV Lamps.

Now they had also suffered an attack by the Church. With the construction of the Tower of Babel and everything else, they simply had no time to continue painstakingly breaking down alcohol. Having lived in the Alcohol Ocean all this time, they had no idea how dangerous it was.

The Medical Alcohol had now merely fallen to around forty or fifty percent.

Previously, each day after the UV Lamp's world-ending destruction, Li Qing had taken the opportunity to open the small opening, collect samples from corpses in the seawater, and test the alcohol concentration.

Therefore.

Ending the world only required a single match.

Burning alcohol was more convenient than gasoline.

First, its temperature was not high.

There was no possibility of it cracking the Tempered Glass, while its burning temperature was still sufficient to kill all flesh cells. Forget cells—even six hundred degrees or so was enough to roast you thoroughly.

Second, the materials were available right where they were.

This was a great extinction that had always kept a hidden card in reserve: convenient, and not easy to guard against.

"It's over."

Li Qing's expression was tinged with complexity as he looked at the cities burning inside and the enormous skeleton transformed into a man of fire. He frowned slightly, then turned and left directly.

"It was instantaneous again—no casting wind-up! It only took an instant!"

Amid countless flames, Great Emperor of Atabia watched the fire surge upward from his feet, his entire body revealing an expression of disbelief.

Golden and orange heat burned across the ground, dazzlingly beautiful.

At this moment, after leaving the microscopic world of cells, the Atabians, within their laboratory, came to understand for the first time what a marvelous thing "fire" truly was.

The aroma of roasted meat spread throughout the entire civilization.

Burning in the sea of fire, Great Emperor of Atabia suddenly laughed aloud. "Hahaha! I see, I see! Becoming gods and challenging gods was nothing but a joke! But this process is quite interesting!"

He felt the giant's body burning as he slumped down onto the Neuron Throne in the giant's skull. "Is this world going to end? Good if it does, good if it does!"

"Your Majesty, we can't give up!" someone cried. "I don't want to die yet! Pull yourself together! Although the Tower of Babel's plan has made us excited too! But..."

"That's right! We'll evolve again and shelter the people on the ground!" Within the Tower of Babel, a group of ministers grew agitated and began rushing about, frantically analyzing the data and information before them.

"On Judgment Day, we will definitely endure it!" The countless wise men throughout the Tower of Babel also began trembling with excitement, shouting frantically, "Hold on! We can definitely hold on!"

"Then shall we do it one more time?" Facing the boundless firelight, Great Emperor of Atabia suddenly shouted, "We're doomed to die anyway, so we'll insist on protecting those people! The god in the heavens wants me to personally destroy seventy percent of the world—that is the punishment he gave me. But I refuse!"

Below.

Outside the Tower of Babel, amid the boundless ocean of fire, everything in the countless cities was burning, including the people themselves. Madness, screams, enlightenment, shrieks, and wild laughter—ten thousand people seemed to have ten thousand different voices.

"Judgment Day!" someone collapsed to the ground, their heart reduced to ashes.

"Ha, serves you right! You all deserve it! It's all because those tyrants were arrogant and conceited!! You provoked the gods—hahahahaha!!! This is the final judgment!" Some went mad. Instead of fleeing, they stumbled toward the sea of fire, as if ending their sins through pain.

"Quick, climb the walls! Get up high!"

Indeed, the Alcohol Ocean was ultimately below them. It could only burn the layer of life beneath, and the flames were merely five or six centimeters high—so low that they could not even reach the enormous glass windows on the walls.

They quickly escaped the ocean and climbed to higher ground.

But how could the destruction of Judgment Day be so simple?

After climbing to a high place, they discovered that they could no longer breathe. They gradually became oxygen-deprived, fainted, and collapsed, falling back into the sea of fire below.

The devastation was beyond description.

Whether high or low, everywhere was destruction.

At that moment, a red-robed cardinal of the Church of Light who was responsible for recording events watched the fire reaching the heavens and covering the entire world. Unable to stop himself from crying out, he prayed to the Lord:

"Holy God in Heaven, all people on earth are guilty. We cannot save them from their other original sins. Your devout children, at this final moment, plead for your forgiveness!"

They recorded the final moment of the world's final day, recording the madness that unfolded on this day:

"Among the lost were arrogant mortals who once exalted themselves above God, even claiming to be gods, and who altered God's laws without permission. There were also hypocritical fathers and bishops who once ruled God's people with wicked doctrines. In the end, they would all answer to God."

The bishop burst into loud, wild laughter, yet his face incongruously revealed a devout, peaceful, and holy expression, as though he had abandoned all else and was focused only on writing rapidly:

"When the judgment was concluded, fire and brimstone descended from the heavens. The ground split open, and blazing flames surged from beneath the earth."

Rumble—rumble!!

The flames spread, and the rolling air currents made the world seem to hang upside down.

The Church of Light recorded this in the distant future in the Revelation of the End Day.

[The hot air hung upside down in whirlpools, waves of fire crashed into vortices, heaven and earth spun, the sun and moon grew dim—terrifying and dreadful. Meanwhile, the glory and majesty of the Supreme Holy God of Light spread across the entire firmament.]

In the history of the gods' creation of all things, this was known as the third biological mass extinction of the Fire Lake Era.

This great extinction held immeasurably far-reaching significance in the history of civilization. It marked the final transition from the savage, primitive era of resistance in the history of human sinners. A great forest Elf King dynasty guided by the Creator God was about to draw back the curtain on its reign.

In the distant future.

Beneath a pavilion, gazing at the brilliant starry night sky, a tall and handsome man turned to the next page of this Bible.

"Father, was Judgment Day really that terrifying?"

"Weren't you listening carefully again? The entire world was engulfed in a sea of fire."

"Impossible. In the ancient era, the Creator Gods rebelled against the Creator, but how could Judgment Day have been so exaggerated? The myths in it were all lies. How could it have spread to that extent?

"According to this description, the water in the ocean decomposed into hydrogen and oxygen and burned, while even the atmosphere in the sky hung upside down in whirlpools, becoming an abstract starry-sky painting. The described scene of the world's destruction was far too exaggerated!"

The man closed the book, his face filled with remembrance and the vicissitudes of age. "Child, what boiled in that hell of the Fire Lake was not fire, but mournful cries and the tangled complexity of human nature."

Whether it was the ark that saved the world from the Great Flood, the Suffering God who brought the sparks of civilization, or certain sinners claiming to be gods and altering God's laws, leading God to bring down Judgment Day, settle accounts with the world, and cast it into the fire lake—all these storylines drew upon certain mythological records.