Chapter 72: The Armageddon begins
Five days later,
[Ultimate Physique]
[Level 20]
[Life Essence 0/1 M]
[Gene Strength: 20x]
He was staring at them without blinking.
He had done everything that he could have done within his reach. Planetary beasts had fallen beneath his fists. Forests had trembled from the shockwaves of his battles. Mountains had collapsed like sandcastles when he had pushed his strength beyond its limits.
Still, it was feeling insufficient.
Wu Cong was standing at the peak of the Level 6 Planetary Realm. Six planets’ worth of raw force were contained inside a single existence. Alex had witnessed a fraction of it once before.
Ten percent feedback from that vast ocean of power would be granting him 0.6 planetary force.
Even that fraction was beyond imagination.
Yet taking it too early could have been fracturing his cultivation path, but he didn’t have ti to wait either.
"Rafael, what is Earth’s condition?" Alex was asking quietly.
The reply was coming without hesitation.
[The situation was grim. Apocalypse Protocol had been initiated. Over one thousand newly awakened individuals had been relocated with enough resources to survive for decades. They were hidden in deep secure zones.]
Alex’s eyes were darkening.
"So it has reached that stage," he said.
His heart started beating wildly. He needed to leave fast. Wu Cong alone would provide a trendous help in the upcoming battle and he would be the ultimate trump card of humanity.
"We are going to build a stronghold," he said.
He turned to Wu Cong.
"Clear the Martial Emperor zone. We will be establishing our base there. It does not need to be perfect. It only needs to be stable enough for
to leave the sanctuary."
Wu Cong nodded and was vanishing, each step shaking the earth.
Three hours later, the forest was becoming silent.
"Master, the area has been cleared," Wu Cong said slwoly.
"Good. Bring the strongest ancient trees. We will be building a wall first."
For two days they had been working without pause.
Wu Cong had been uprooting trees that were thousands of years old. Their trunks were thicker than skyscrapers. Alex and Embar had been embedding them deep into the ground, interlocking roots like a woven fortress.
By the end, a colossal ring of living wood had been surrounding their base.
Even Emperor level beasts would be shattering their claws before breaching it.
Alex was standing atop the wall, scanning the horizon.
It was temporary but it should be enough.
It had to be enough.
"System. Contact the world system. Request permission for departure," he said.
....
Far away,
Earth was holding its breath.
In the Light Domain, the sky was pale and strained.
The barrier was stretching across the northern continent like a transparent ocean frozen in midair. Hairline fractures were pulsing across its surface.
Julius was standing before it, unmoving.
His red battle suit was reflecting the fractured light. A long spear was resting in his hand, its edge humming with condensed energy.
Behind him, rows of Martial Emperors and Martial Saints were standing. Thousands of them. Their armor was gleaming. Their faces were pale from fear. They could literally see death outside, yet they would have to fight.
Across the world, identical formations were standing ready.
Arthur was commanding the west.
Elyndros was guarding the south.
Nolan was preparing in the east.
Every battlefield was being ard with high-energy laser cannons. Fighter jets were circling overhead like tallic birds of prey.
Fifty billion civilians had been transported to the central continent. The rest of the continents were being emptied of ordinary life.
Massive drone projectors were displaying all four battlefronts to the population gathered in fortified shelters.
People were watching in silence.
So were praying. So were crying.
So were simply staring.
Two days ago, the Martial Alliance had declared the truth. Humanity was facing extinction. Survival probability was near zero percent.
The world had been told how it might end.
Inside a reinforced bunker, a child was clutching his mother’s sleeve.
"Mom, will we really die? Can’t the supre ones protect us?"
The mother was hugging him tightly. Her shoulders were trembling. But she said nothing. She couldn’t say anything either.
The Apocalypse Protocol had hidden the most talented seedlings. Anna. Darion. Rey. Aren. Selena and like so.
Their locations were being known only to Julius, Arthur, Nolan, and Elyndros.
Humanity’s final hope was buried deep.
...
Elyndros was watching the barrier.
A monstrous silhouette was looming beyond it.
A chira was slamming against the surface again.
It had three heads, one belong to lion, one was a wolf and one was a tiger. The tail was a snake.
It looked hideous to the core.
Behind it, thousands of lesser monsters were surging forward.
Each impact was deepening the cracks.
The martial artists were all frozen in their places. They felt their existence was screaming at them to run away.
But where could they go?
"The universe is cruel," Elyndros was whispering. "It gives hope, then tears it away before we can breathe."
Far from the light domain, high above the atmosphere, other beings were observing.
Dragon generals were hovering in silence. Vampire royalty was floating with cold eyes. Phoenix warriors were glowing faintly. Werewolf leaders were watching with grim expressions.
They had co to compete.
they could enslave a race which was going through a trial, they could get generous cosmic rewards.
Now they were watching humanity collapse.
"This trial is over," Ao Long of the dragons was muttering. "They will be perishing."
The vampire prince was frowning. "Strange variables are at play. That island should not exist here. It must be the Devils.
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