The Human Race, having accumulated strength for decades, amazed Jiang Ping. The alchemical cannons they now produced had reached the level of nineteenth-century Earth, and their Divine Dragon Cannons possessed supernatural properties, containing threads of mysterious, unfathomable energy.
Paired with powerful Supernatural Demonic Beasts, Jiang Ping believed that if the primordial humans were brought into the present world, they might truly be able to contend with a modern army in conventional warfare. If nuclear weapons and missiles joined the battlefield, though, that would be another matter.
No matter who won the war between the two sides, Jiang Ping, as the Creation God, would certainly not lose out. He had no intention of interfering. He even deliberately lay down on the sofa, picked up some Happy Water, and prepared to enjoy this epoch-defining war.
"This feeling of getting stronger just by lying around is absolutely incredible."
Jiang Ping gulped down a large mouthful of Happy Water and spoke with feeling.
In the Primordial World, the war had already lasted three years. During those three years, the Myriad Races had suffered catastrophic casualties. If the bodies of Devouring Ants were lined up, they could circle the world a hundred times. Even the boundless seas had been dyed red.
For thousands of miles, the land was devoid of life. Everywhere lay devastation and scars. Both sides had slaughtered until their eyes turned red, while the Divine Dragon Cannons underwent constant improvements over just a few years.
Often, the cannons had barely been forged before workers in the rear pushed them straight onto the battlefield. Forget testing them—they simply aimed at the ocean of ant soldiers ahead and opened fire.
The younger generation of the Myriad Races Alliance had nearly all died. Every corner of the battlefield was strewn with severed limbs and corpses, and every place where fighting erupted became a meat grinder.
Watching this scene, Jiang Ping suddenly found the Happy Water in his arms no longer appealing. "I simply can't find a word more fitting than 'hell' to describe this battlefield!"
Jiang Ping sighed and lamented thusly. The Creation Diary floated before him and began automatically recording the final battle of the epoch.
Hundreds of billions of creatures had died or been injured. Even the origin of the Primordial World had been infected by endless resentment and killing intent, growing ever more frenzied. And as the world origin became polluted, every living being wanted to kill its enemies and destroy everything!
"Alas, is this epoch entering its twilight years as well?" Sacred Tree Lahil swayed her branches. As the world origin became polluted, she too began to yellow and wither.
Whoosh.
The recently slain Elven King, Niya, suddenly appeared. Lahil knew that she had perished together with an Ant Tribe Hero not long ago.
After dying and reviving so many times, the self-awareness of the previous six Human Kings had long since been lost. As the Elven King's past lives, they merely allowed her to know those past memories as though watching a movie. Yet even so, she continued fighting for the Human Race, continued dying for them!
Perhaps this was the deepest and strongest obsession in her heart!
Lahil sighed. "I have existed in this world since the Beginning of Creation. I have witnessed the changing of seas and lands, and I have also witnessed the Creation God's descent. After countless rebirths, all I wanted was to see you once more and return to the divine realm, the homeland of my earliest consciousness."
Ten thousand meters underground, Queen Bersha stared blankly into the void. Then she let out a silvery laugh. "Heh, is this epoch about to end? And I was the one who personally drew back its curtain. Hehehe!"
The Ant Queen gazed lovingly at her enormous abdomen and gently stroked it. "My children, it is time for you to Appear. End this epoch, wipe out the Myriad Races, and devour the earth!"
Then the Ant Queen let out a piercing cry, and nine enormous insect eggs gradually emerged from her abdomen. Before long, nine strange Ant Race creatures crawled out of the eggs.
Though they had only just been born, their auras were fully comparable to the strongest Human King of the current age. And they had only just been born!
These were the super Devouring Ants that the Ant Queen had barely managed to create after fifty years of cultivation. These nine Devouring Ants combined the genes of countless races, including those of the Human Race. Together with all kinds of special materials, each one was utterly unique.
It could be said that these nine super Devouring Ants had already surpassed the bounds of a race. They could even be considered another super race, as powerful as an interstellar insectoid swarm!
"From now on, you shall be called the Nine Divine Guards. Immediately take command of the entire army and launch the final charge against the Human Race!" Bersha roared.
Bearing the name of gods was enough to show the Ant Queen's expectations for them, and even more so, their terror!
The Nine Divine Guards exchanged glances and grinned, answering with killing intent. At the same time, they sped toward the battlefield to take command of the army. Their speed left streaks of afterimages through the city, so fast that even the Ant Queen could not see clearly!
As the Nine Divine Guards entered the battle, the balance of the battlefield was instantly shattered. Their strength and speed were simply too great! Every one of them was stronger than even the mightiest God-created creatures. Their bodies were indestructible, fused with many kinds of alloys. Even a direct blast from a Divine Dragon Cannon could only leave a mark!
With every casual gesture, the Divine Guards could shatter mountains and split the earth. A single hand chop cut off a Divine Dragon Cannon. One had to know that the Divine Dragon Cannons were forged from half-meter-thick alloy!
The Myriad Races Alliance retreated again and again. Eight or nine parts out of ten of the world had fallen into the Ant Race's hands. The Elves were effortlessly killed in an instant by the Divine Guards, and even reviving was useless.
At last, the Human Race led the Myriad Races to the point where there was nowhere left to retreat. Behind them lay the center of the world, the birthplace of the Human Race, Where Sacred Tree Lahil stood.
The Ninth Human King, holding the Spear of Destiny, walked onto the high platform covered in wounds. He was known as the strongest Human King in history, his Combat Power surpassing even that of the First Human King, Wuma. Yet against the Divine Guards, he was still unable to prevail.
Human King Qi solemnly said to the Myriad Races, "Everyone, the Devouring Ants are advancing with unstoppable force. This time, I fear we will not escape this calamity!"
An uproar erupted below. The kings of every race were all shocked. The Human King had actually spoken such dispiriting words. Did he intend to surrender?
Yet with the nature of the Devouring Ants, even if they surrendered, they would still be killed. That was precisely why the Myriad Races had become their enemies!
Human King Qi looked around and shouted, "My Human Race possesses a supreme forbidden art. This is our only chance of victory."
He turned back to look at Sacred Tree Lahil and continued through clenched teeth, "Sacred Tree Lahil has agreed to my request!"
The experts of every race discussed fervently, unable to understand what the Human King intended. Why had the central Sacred Tree become involved?
Only the various kings Frowned. If there truly had been a good solution, why wait until their race was on the verge of extinction to reveal it?
What happened next shocked the entire world. Countless races stared at the Sacred Tree in disbelief.
Crack!
Outside, Jiang Ping's Happy Water accidentally fell and spilled. He had no time to pick it up, staring fixedly at the Sacred Tree. "Self-sacrifice? She is actually sacrificing herself to fulfill others."
Even Jiang Ping, the Creation God, was saddened. The little tree he had planted with his own hands was now radiating five-colored light. Countless branches and leaves danced within that radiance before finally sweeping toward the kings below.
In a daze, Jiang Ping seemed to see once again that little sapling swaying toward him back then. Comparing it with the Sacred Tree now sacrificing herself, Jiang Ping felt as though ages had passed—though this had only happened the day before yesterday.
The Myriad Races watched in Shock as the world-limit body, nine thousand meters tall, slowly broke apart and transformed into the purest origin energy that flowed into other living beings.
At this moment, Sacred Tree Lahil's radiance was beautiful. So beautiful that the Myriad Races wept. So beautiful that even Jiang Ping was deeply shocked.
One companion elf after another flew from the disintegrating Sacred Tree. They danced around her with longing and attachment. At last, after taking one final look at the world, they resolutely merged into the disintegrating Sacred Tree, becoming five-colored light and offering themselves as sacrifices as well.
"Wuwu."
The living beings of the Myriad Races wept uncontrollably. This was the Sacred Tree born alongside heaven and earth! Yet she was actually sacrificing herself to save the world and its living beings!
Countless Human Race warriors would not Frown even if they were crushed to pieces, yet now they wept until they could not speak. The Sacred Tree was their mother tree. She had protected the Human Race since ancient times, and now she was dying for them!
Tears flashed in the Human King's eyes, and his voice choked with emotion. "This unworthy descendant has failed the ancestors of every generation and has actually caused the Sacred Tree to sacrifice herself. If I am fortunate enough to survive this battle, I vow to guard the Sacred Tree's peace for all eternity!"
The five-colored light radiated by the Sacred Tree warmed the Myriad Races, like the tender touch of the kindest mother caressing her child. It gave them an unprecedented tranquility, and the terror of their impending extermination vanished without a trace.
Five-colored omens appeared in the sky. The entire world seemed to be weeping for her departure.
"Wuu."
A faint, almost imperceptible sob rose from the earth. This was the world origin grieving over the Sacred Tree's sacrifice!
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