Most of the many people on Earth had been evacuated.
Only a very small number of scattered people trapped in various regions had yet to be picked up.
Not a single person could be left behind, so David continued dispatching ships to rescue them.
Meanwhile, six thousand Apocalypse Spaceships were hovering in space, synchronized with Earth's rotation.
Like the enormous Steel Fortress before them, their surfaces had plaza-like decks, and under the protection of force fields, humans could remain on them without being affected by the conditions of space.
A vast multitude numbering in the tens of millions—the ancients—were about to witness Earth's destruction alongside the Blue White Society Members.
Who could have known that three thousand Ancient Gods would suddenly break free?
"What happened!"
"Those aren't... Ancient Gods, are they?"
David stared grimly at the place where Mo Qiong was suppressing Gaia, where countless bizarre, towering giant gods were shooting out.
They had finally been about to clean up the aftermath. Why had something gone wrong again?
For this to happen, something must have gone wrong with Mo Qiong.
"This is bad! Arbiter, there's been a nuclear explosion on Sirius..." Only now did news finally arrive from Sirius.
David took one look and was even more horrified. The region where the Apocalypse Chessboard was located had been seriously affected.
No, it could even be said that the explosion had been aimed directly at the chessboard's location.
"How's the Chess Player?" David asked anxiously.
Adams had also finished reading the message. He quickly said, "The situation won't be good, but he definitely isn't dead. If the Chess Player died, the universe would have been deleted directly!"
"Don't worry about Earth for now. Head to Sirius immediately!"
At the same time, Adams kept trying to contact Mo Qiong, but he couldn't