Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1262: Chapter 966: Surprise Attack!

At this moment, right now.

As the world’s attention was drawn to that wilderness, the Heaven Ladder from Nowhere quietly opened the path to the Ivory Tower.

”Compared to flashy exhibitions, I still prefer a one-hit kill.”

The phantom of Woodman strolled across the cracked plaza, hands in the pockets of his breeches, whistling: ”What a beautiful place, flowers are blooming, birds are singing...

Even the happy children will soon fall into the flames of Hell.”

Heretic King stepped forward silently, towards the void ahead.

With a mighty punch!

The Heaven Drum resounded, the entire border trembled violently once again, countless cracks spread out in front of the fist, and the framework of the Creator wailed as it shattered.

In the vice principal’s office, Isaac’s figure flashed momentarily, quickly disappearing, then reappearing in the same spot.

As he looked around at the identical scenes, his expression became extremely grim.

Time jump failed!

He raised his right hand, clenched it suddenly, his figure flickered, and then six identical figures walked out from the void.

Time axis folded.

Allowing six of himself to appear simultaneously at the same time, without interference, but as the six figures of Isaac dissipated simultaneously, they reappeared simultaneously in six identical offices!

No matter what, it was impossible to cross this short distance to reach the outside world!

When Isaac clasped his hands, the blinding light of a thousand suns burst forth simultaneously.

The terrifying power of six nuclear fissions swept, but was confined by his power within a hundred meters, resulting in the rapidly expanding and contracting turbulent light of destruction.

The entire office was engulfed in high temperature, evaporating into dust in an instant.

But behind the cracked walls, no matter above or below, all around, it was the same identical office... Suddenly, the shattered office began to rapidly grow, contract, returning to its original state.

”Mirror Cage...”

Isaac muttered gloomily: ”It seems my face is really valuable, having Mr. Bennett grace us with his presence.”

In front of him, an elderly man slowly appeared.

Emerald eyes, lush white beard hanging down, draped in a pitch-black long frock coat, but on his wrist was a string of Buddha Beads, distinctly different from the Stigma Genealogy.

”The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and you will find the shore.”

Like an enlightened monk, the old man clasped his hands together, a divine light shining in his eyes: ”Accept enlightenment, and return to the righteous path, Isaac!”

”Boundless sea of suffering?”

Isaac sneered: ”You are the sea of suffering itself, Bennett!”

The pinnacle of the Path of the Primitive, an embodiment of Original Chaos and Hell Essence — the miracle he harnessed was the Fifth Stage summit of the Path of the Primitive: Abyss of Nothingness·Abzu.

But at this moment, the Solidifier inheriting Hell Essence showed an exceptionally gentle expression.

With a smile of enlightenment.

It was undoubtedly the serene demeanor belonging to the ’Awakeners’.

Having comprehended mercy and truth, after seeing through the realm of desire, form, and formlessness, achieving supreme enlightenment, nearly akin to a monk like Buddha.

Yet the unmistakable Hellish Breath on his body made him appear as if a demon!

”Don’t be anxious, Isaac, we have plenty of time...”

Bennett said calmly: ”Then today, here, let’s follow the example of sages and awakened ones, and hold a debate of no holds barred. What we’ll discuss is...”

”—Put down the butcher’s knife, and instantly become a demon!”

Behind him, the Phantom of Chaos had already engulfed the entire office, transforming it into an isolated hell completely cut off from time and space.

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”Looks like things are going smoothly on Bennett’s end.”

Woodman whistled, looking towards another place: ”And you, Matthes? Push a little harder, don’t always capsize in strange places.”

Matthes ignored him completely.

Tense all over.

He was just focusing intently on the front of the auditorium, on the small square, where a stylish old lady in a fur coat stood — underneath were garishly classic red and blue patterns.

The carefully permed hairstyle exuded a strong sense of being outdated, like a classic outfit from the century before last.

Like an aunty in a tourist group.

”Why do I, at such an old age, have to be kidnapped to this lousy school to work overtime?”

The elderly woman complained unhappily, picking up a bag of chips and crunching them into her mouth: ”Hey, Matthes, I remember we never fought back in the day, right?”

”Miss Yangzi, long time no see.” Matthes sighed lightly: ”I didn’t expect to see you here, even after so many years, you are still as beautiful as ever.”

”Right off the bat, you sound like an old scumbag, worthy of being one of the five great scumbags alongside that Old Turtle Luo Su.”

Caogene Yang Zi dissatisfiedly lifted the bag of chips, dumping the remaining pieces into her mouth, then wiped her mouth and tossed the bag aside.

”Alright, let’s not waste words: Gomes, Tegon, Bemula, Jetton, Godzilla, Baraba...”

She suddenly asked: ”Which one do you like?”

Matthes’s expression froze, but without giving him a chance to choose, countless booming roars erupted from behind that tourist group auntie.

Huge shadows rose slowly.

Accompanied by countless piercing sounds of steel grinding, sparks flew, iron frames, metal organs, Ether blood, mimicry armor... culminating in the final menacing forms.

Numerous mechanized giants, towering and immense, descended into this narrow border.

Shadows enveloped Matthes’s face.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the back of his neck.

Even though he had long been prepared... this scale is just... too exaggerated!

Amidst the successive explosions, Caogene Yang Zi bowed her head, lit a cigarette, and sighed happily: ”Indeed, the aesthetics of Yingzhou’s art is all about special effects!”

At this moment, in the sky, the glorious light of the Bhagavad Gita reappeared, enveloping countless students, deeply concealed within the illusion.

Once Krishna had protected all the students, the counterattack from the Ivory Tower began. The White Pigeons urgently summoned from the Abyss began to deploy the legion, heedless of the appearance of victims, to engage in battle with full force!

The entire city continually erupted with collapsing booms amidst the turmoil.

Yet the glow of resistance never ceased.

Illuminating the darkness.

It’s been a minute since the attack began.

There are two minutes left until the Astronomical Society breaks through the blockade of Nowhere.

Ignoring the urgency of time, Woodman reached out and took the ancient book from his subordinate’s hand, reanimating the Event Spirit to form a robust man smoking a pipe.

Wearing a high felt hat, clutching a cane.

His face was haggard and pale, his aquiline nose long and his gray eyes so sharp, they seemed to penetrate all falsehood and lies.

”It’s your turn, Mr. Holmes.” Woodman smiled and handed over the parchment in his hand.

Thus, the spirit displayed a look of disgust, as if he had eaten dung.

”Honestly, compared to your side, I prefer the opposite...”

The man with the pipe shook his head.

Despite saying this, he still put on his monocle and unfurled the parchment in his hand, causing the complex and intricate diagram of the entire city to rapidly surface on the empty parchment.

From top to bottom, not even missing those rooms hidden within Mystic Ritual.

Countless diagrams continuously flickered, rolling,

Yet behind his monocle, the gray eyes quickly moved about, not letting any detail or oversight escape, finally freezing on a huge building.

”What you want is here.”

The man with the pipe irritably tossed the parchment over, ”According to our previous agreement, you have one last opportunity to use my services.”

With that, he dissipated on his own and returned to the book.

Woodman smiled and closed the scroll in his hand.

”Let’s go, my dear friend.” He hummed a song, beckoning to the Heretic King beside him with a light step, ”Our time is limited, surprises await ahead.”

A giant door opened before them.

Beyond the door was a stormy, dim world, seemingly devoid of all light, only countless gray buildings submerged in the surging tide.

Beneath the deep water is Hell!

—The sunken old campus!

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”It’s useless, Woodman.”

On the snowy plains, before the gates of Hell, Huai Shi coldly watched the scene in the light curtain, shaking his head dismissively: ”If you think that Luo Su’s lair is without any defenses, then that’s truly laughable...

Even if you flatten the whole border, what would it change?

Others than adding a bit of homework to the engineering department, it’s useless.”

”Is it so?”

Woodman’s smile remained: ”Seems you’re unaware... you, no, your biggest weakness, Huai Shi, you bunch of homeless pathetic souls, thinking Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy is your sanctuary, embracing a seemingly glorious aspiration, warming one another, as if you’ve found the meaning of life.

But you’ve never even considered this one point...”

Woodman asked with a cold laugh: ”Does the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy truly belong to you?”

Amidst the projection of the light curtain.

The Heretic King smashed down like stars, cutting straight through countless abnormal phenomena and eerie occurrences!

Opening up the sea of Hell, tearing through layers of obstruction, striding forward, annihilating all the tentacles and bizarre limbs extending from the dark clouds above!

And so, along the clear path, attackers from the Golden Dawn descended straight down.

In the end, before them stood a massive door...

At that moment, Luo Su’s face changed drastically, almost rising from his seat.

And Huai Shi also felt struck by lightning.

In front of Woodman’s other projection, countless preset defenses came into contact, ultimately, the enormous and heavy door opened with a boom.

Revealing behind it a complex tree-like alchemy matrix.

And countless ancient books flying through the air.

At the very center... amidst innumerable guarded Event Records, stood a solemn and majestic outline.

Woodman laughed mischievously: ”That fellow Luo Su actually left it in the old campus, hidden in this submerged Hell... Did he think this would be foolproof?”

”Long time no see!”

He zealously spread his arms, gazing at the final remnants of the Heavenly Kingdom before him, the most noble credential of Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy:

”—”Book of Fate”!”

”...”

Silence, long silence.

Huai Shi stared at him blankly, taking quite some time to ascertain if he was serious?

But scrutinizing that menacing yet joyful face, his expression twitched a bit, awkwardly averting his gaze, for a long while, he couldn’t help but cover his mouth.

Pfft.

Laughed aloud.