It was as though, in a moment of distraction, an eternity had already passed.
Above the Heavenly Prison Fortress, Huai Shi looked up in astonishment at the shattered sky and the hell before him—though only a blink had passed, everything had changed.
It had sunk into destruction.
When countless flames rose from the earth, crossed the many rifts above the Sky Dome, and returned to the ground, flames roared up from the hell beneath their feet.
Blinding crimson flames danced, gradually covering everything. Thick black smoke spread amid thunderous explosions and cracking ruptures, coiling through the fractures in the sky.
Everything that had once been bright lost its color, becoming scarlet and black.
Flames and blood, smoke and corpses.
The world had become so ugly.
When the Present Realm's forces began advancing layer by layer through the Rainbow Bridge's transports, waves devoured everything.
And before that, one steel seed after another had already fallen into the Abyss Realms in the exhaust trails of long-range missiles.
"One hundred seventy, one hundred eighty..."
At first, Huai Shi had tried to count, but he quickly gave up on the futile effort.
Only reactions known as fusion kept rising from the earth like bamboo shoots after rain—no, like a torrential downpour.
The Abyss Development Bureau had emptied its accumulated reserves over the years. To bring this power to fruition in hell, they had spared no expense in conscripting every alchemist in the Present Realm, achieving an unprecedentedly terrifying efficiency to unleash this unlimited free destruction the moment the war began.
It was as though they intended to pour every thermonuclear weapon in the Present Realm onto this battlefield, without holding anything back.
The only things limiting that destructive power were the Great Arcanum's radiation range and the alchemists' conversion work.
Now was the time