Within the Lostbelt, Morgan and Artoria sighed endlessly, even beginning to discuss what posture would make their suicides look more pitiful.
Inside Chaldeas, Marisbury had practically pressed his face against the screen, his features twisted with wild joy as he waited to hear the system notification announcing Chen Li's elimination.
Closer!
Even closer!
According to Marisbury's surveillance, even when the Imaginary Tree and the massive Lostbelt attached to it were about to crash into Chen Li's face, only a few meters from his head, no one had appeared to save him.
It was in the bag! Everything was in the bag!
If I can lose this, I'll twist off my own head on the spot and let that Chen Li use it as a Holy Grail!
"Hian~ Hian~ Hian~"
Marisbury could not help letting out an extremely villainous laugh.
But one second before the shadow capable of destroying the surface completely swallowed the surveillance feed—
Marisbury saw Chen Li casually pull out a... book?
"Heh!"
Marisbury sneered.
Forget pulling out a book. Even if you pulled out a plate-gu axe right now, it would be useless!
This strike carried the weight of two thousand full years of the Age of Gods! Could you stop it?
But... a scene like a miracle appeared.
The Sixth Lostbelt, about to strike the ground, made neither an earth-shaking impact nor a world-shattering explosion.
The world became "flat."
It was an indescribably horrifying sight that made every Observer's scalp tingle.
The enormous Lostbelt continent containing countless mountains, rivers, cities, fairies, and even Morgan and Artoria was forcibly "reduced in dimension" by some higher-dimensional force the instant it touched that book.
The once three-dimensional mountains became ink marks on paper.
The once rushing rivers became blue lines.
"Rustle!"
The sound of pages turning was so clear