The crescent moon hung like a hook over the devastated earth.
The cracked ground was crisscrossed with ravines, and dark crimson-black human corpses lay strewn everywhere. Infected by the aura of the Abyss, the bodies had even undergone some bizarre mutations.
Twisted, mutated trees lay toppled in the shadows, while shattered robot wreckage soaked in the flames.
This was a brutal battlefield beyond words, and also North Mang's final elegy.
Later generations called it... Judgment Day!
"Welcome to Judgment Day."
Beneath the crescent moon, Adolf was completely shrouded in shadow, with only his deeply lined face exposed.
At this moment, he was high-spirited, wearing a triumphant smile. None of his previous caution remained.
Because this was his home ground!!
The surroundings were still somewhat blurry, as if they were loading, or perhaps covered by a layer of mosaic.
The only clear figures in the entire area were Adolf, Bai Ye, and the others. Amid the blurred imagery, their distinct silhouettes looked exceptionally abrupt and out of place.
Bai Ye surveyed his surroundings. He could tell that they had not traveled into the past; Adolf had merely extracted a fragment of real history.
The reason everything was blurred was because time had yet to fully synchronize.
They belonged to the present, so the timeline they occupied naturally differed from this historical spacetime. In other words, they had yet to fully integrate into this history.
But that was only a matter of time. The scenery around them was gradually becoming clearer, and they could even smell the blood and feel the wind blowing in from the Abyss.
A hint of fanaticism appeared in Adolf's expression. "Because of me, you have the privilege of reliving the glorious history of Judgment Day!
"This was a moment written in bold strokes across human history—a Divine