Hell, Earth, Heaven

"From today onward, however, the order of Heaven, Earth, and Hell would be reversed."

Under the observation of Chinese satellites, Adam sat sideways atop the Wand of Darkness in mage robes, extending a hand toward the ecological zones below.

The European Union's architectural layout, honestly, was rather like the great clans of the Tang Dynasty—it gathered the uppermost class together in an exceptionally conspicuous manner.

It was practically afraid its enemies would fail to find the right target.

"Nine Heavens Profound Temple, transform into Divine Thunder—"

The Chinese personnel who heard those words through the transmission equipment could not help but frown. Why did the pronunciation and phrasing of that English sentence sound so familiar?

Adam had deliberately added some special effects for himself, his voice carrying for miles. Accompanied by the roar of gathering thunderclouds, even ordinary people who normally showed no reaction when Mars's dust storms raged outside could not help poking their heads out for a look.

Yet that single glance made their eyes widen.

Because of its rotation and revolution, a day on Mars was slightly longer than a day on Earth, while a Martian year was equivalent to two Earth years. However, within the ecological zones, day, night, climate, and the like could be forcibly adjusted to Earth standards.

Of course, that meant little to the people living outside the outermost ecological zones.

The point of mentioning this was that, by Martian time, the surface of the European Union was already at dusk.

Yet at this moment, the sky lit up again—thunderstorms began to fall from above.

Thanks to the careless climate modification outside, the torrential rains on Mars's surface could fully be called natural disasters. Only a few people had ever been lucky enough to see a thunderstorm worth watching inside an ecological zone.