After the dissipating torrential rain, iron light filled the sky, hanging high above the Sky Dome like stars.
Naglfar below was not the only one who felt suffocated.
Behind the viewing mirrors, every pupil trembled involuntarily before that inconceivable scale. When the observation program displayed its calculations before every face, no one could resist gasping sharply.
Some were even a little oxygen-deprived...
A total of sixty-four thousand, six hundred and sixty-four!
And it was still increasing, increasing, increasing!
A quantity that even a massive Alchemy Workshop, a Grandmaster, over a hundred alchemists, and thousands of apprentices might struggle to complete in a year... now loomed over the skies.
Under the merciless magnification of the viewing mirrors, they revealed flawless outlines.
Every single one brimmed with pure killing intent.
Perfect and immaculate!
Was this some fucking promotional advertisement for a massive Alchemy Workshop?
Even Yegor forgot about his heart pain for a moment. Pressed against the screen, eyes wide, he clenched his fists and nearly started cursing.
Damn it, just how much did the Stone Kiln Society spend? My Unified Bureau will pay double... Wait, why the hell are we paying?!
The stabbing pain welled up in his chest again.
Doubled!
My blood pressure, my blood pressure...
Now, accompanied by the most agonizing rise in blood pressure in the world, the endless, limitlessly vast rainstorm of iron descended upon the mortal world.
What they heard was the shrill howl of iron rain tearing through the air.
All they could see was a curtain of rain formed by countless mercury-like flashes as they fell—so heavy, yet so sharp. It was as though the entire world had been stuffed into a paper shredder, and with the rotation of its bearings and the ravaging of its blades, everything was sliced into the finest strips.