I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 1490: 800: This Is the Epoch Disaster

Capítulo 1490: Chapter 800: This Is the Epoch Disaster

Ti seed to freeze at this mont; the light from the antimatter explosion was slightly different from that of a hydrogen bomb.

The entire city didn’t erupt with a thunderous explosion but was engulfed by a creeping absolute silence. Then ca the pure energy of the white light from the annihilation of matter and antimatter.

The streets vanished, the parks vanished, the crisscrossing viaducts vanished.

Millions of lives, their fears, loves, mories, unfinished words, unrealized dreams, in that white light, not a ripple arose before they completely dissipated.

No screams, no struggles, not even a trace of ash was left!

The white light, like an infinitely large, absolutely clean eraser, indisputably and precisely wiped away the city from the earth’s map bit by bit.

It steadily and uniformly advanced outward, leaving behind only a pool of magma lted by high temperatures.

“No… don’t!” Several leaders of the Deep Blue Civilization wailed in mourning, aging hundreds of years in an instant.

They watched helplessly as a bright spot appeared on the satellite images in a corner of the Pangu Continent.

Whether those Gods were killed in the explosion is temporarily unknown.

But the Deep Blue Civilization was thus erased from history.

No, it can’t exactly be said to be erased from history.

The long river of history has undergone a subtle twist; the original Deep Blue Civilization will be a blemish in history books, as they attempted to flee with so secretive maneuvers because of their weak combat belief, which led to the exacerbation of “Soul Withering Disease.”

But now, having beco martyrs, all blemishes are aningless.

History will forever rember this civilization.

They fired the first shot, bravely resisted the enemy, and this first shot is of historical significance.

All the leaders of civilizations, senior officers, captains of large spacecraft, felt that overwhelming atmosphere of sorrow, turning their hearts to anger.

“If our civilization encountered such a disaster…”

“No, the future is long, we will definitely encounter it.”

In any case, in the war, anger is always better than fear.

“No… don’t leave us… you’ve all died, then what aning is there for us to live?!” Several survivors of the Deep Blue Civilization sobbed loudly within the Era Fortress, their cries as desolate as the wail of a Wailing Bird.

“Rather than struggling to survive, it’s better to die alongside!” The leading leader, an Acquired Myth, with disheveled hair, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit dissipated at once, even spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood from his chest.

Nothing is more mournful than a dead heart; nothing else matters.

He suddenly struck his own chest, wind roaring from his fist, aiming to punch through his heart.

Nearby aides hurried to embrace him, crying and saying, “Pri Minister, there are still people alive… We still have over ten thousand diplomats, and more than forty thousand soldiers on the spacecraft… We still have people alive!”

The leader’s eyes slightly brightened, halting his suicidal impulse.

Yes, there was still that sliver of concern.

Fifty thousand… Deep Blue Civilization still has fifty thousand.

In the past, fifty thousand might still have the chance to rise again, but in such chaos, they can only live under soone else’s shelter, never regaining past splendour.

The entire Epoch Disaster, they rely experienced an opening ceremony, and it was over.

He shouted with all his might, “My Deep Blue Civilization will not be soone’s lapdog!”

The leader’s roar was resonant, shaking the entire Ethereal Spirit Particle Network, so much so that certain weak civilizations in distant areas vaguely heard a voice in their minds.

Those Turtle-man of Turtle Civilization, and several elders of Iron Key Civilization, couldn’t help but feel sympathy, having witnessed too many similar scenarios.

But understand this: this is just the first victim in the tide of the epoch; in the future, there will be more civilizations perishing, not even knowing when they died.

This is the Epoch Disaster!

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Lu Yuan witnessed this scene firsthand, sighing deeply.

His experience is unlike that of Old Abnormal People who have lived through so many epochs; he has Green Grass City behind him, as well as the human holand, and seeing the other’s roar, he felt a profound sense of empathetic sorrow.

But now, even if his mind were to overheat, he couldn’t possibly travel billions of miles to avenge the Deep Blue Civilization.

He must return to his own city and let ordinary citizens seek refuge in the Northern Territory!

The Northern Territory’s importance is far greater than other places.

“So matters are urgent or of greater significance; I must focus on the more important tasks.”

“The Epoch Disaster can only be resisted collectively, not by one person alone.”

[Mirror Brain] flashed slightly, bringing him from that emotionally overheated state back to calm.

Moreover, it simulated the true motives of the Deep Blue Civilization officer who initiated the self-destruction.

“If the entire civilization were to convert to the Gods, its future would be uncertain, nobody knowing if what they say is true.”

“And Deep Blue Civilization would imdiately fall into disrepute, erased from history.”

A civilization has its own cultural essence; otherwise, it wouldn’t have developed into a Level 5 Civilization.

Being a lapdog of the Gods, can it still be considered one’s own civilization?

Perhaps so people believe it’s better to die gloriously than to live begging; but others think culture is everything, that spiritual strength can remain immortal, and once surrendered, it’s like a cuckoo taking over a magpie’s nest, no longer oneself…