I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 756: Complete Defeat in the Holy Mourning Battlefield

These trucks were custom-made by Antonio United from Schlotte Heavy Industries specifically for the transportation of rare and dangerous spiritual ores.

The body is made of high-strength alloy.
The surface is covered with light-absorbing material, so it is not affected much even by the faint blood color.

now,

They are loaded with heavy cargo, and each piece of spiritual ore contains immeasurable energy and unknown power.
But Su Wen, who had been prepared, had already made arrangements among these ores.

The wheels of heavy trucks are rolling,

It rolled over the road covered with gravel and rubble, making a deafening roar.

The huge tires mercilessly rolled up layers of dust as they moved forward, which merged with the thick blood mist around them to form twisted, spreading fog belts.

The fog not only obscured the view, but also added a sense of mystery and uneasiness. It seemed that every grain of sand carried unknown dangers, foreshadowing the upcoming challenges and tests.

now,

As the destination gets closer.

The air began to be filled with a more tense and oppressive atmosphere.

In the driver's seat of a huge bright black truck,
The handsome scholar in a black windbreaker held the steering wheel with one hand.

He looked into the distance calmly and indifferently, and through everything, the deep blue light also penetrated the blood mist and sandstorm.
With the aid of the identification vision, he did not feel any nervousness.

But compared to often staying up late to play games for more than ten hours in a row, I can stay calm.

Krosan, who was sitting in his passenger seat, was clearly unable to hold on any longer.

After changing from a white coat to a Blood Moon Sect robe, the doctor apparently treated the thick robe as a blanket.
She simply wrapped herself in it.

Then, he slept crookedly on the seat like a cute cat.

Not even wearing a seat belt.

In response, Su Wen just shrugged, and then asked Krosan in the co-pilot seat in a gentle voice:
"Didn't you get enough rest again?"

"There's no time to rest.

I don't know how many border gates I passed through this time. If I were someone with space sickness, I would have vomited a long time ago.

But it’s okay, I’m not sleepy.”

She yawned unconvincingly.
"Next, I can finally see the Galaxy Project that you have been planning for so long. I absolutely cannot miss it."

Although saying so,

But her tone afterwards became obviously unclear.

Su Wen didn't say much about this, he just smiled and shook his head:

"Thanks a lot."

As Su Wen moved towards his destination, the dusk roared.

The light of the Kliman One sky has been completely distorted by the ritual of the Crown War.

That was a sign of the arrival of a fifth-level lord.

The fifth stage represents the complete advancement of the life class towards the vast starry sky. It is the [gold] that can completely leave a mark in the sea of silver.

Unlike [Silver] which can only bring waves,
The rewriting of life classes cannot only be measured by combat effectiveness.

But traces,

It represents what kind of traces people can leave in this universe.

To put it another way,
Although there is still a gap between it and the real god-level civilization, the real sixth-order long steps to godhood, or demigods such as 'Future Hyacinth' or the former Queen of the Tides Irelandna.

But in the eyes of some people.

They can probably be called "gods".

And to be the enemy of such existence,
Perhaps this matter itself is unimaginable.

at the same time,

On the battlefield of Lawrence Riel.

The intensity of the war was also rising and had reached its highest point.

Saint Mourning Huifar was now on the brink of a dead silence and despair. The four rune stones that served as stabilizers were also shattered in the fourth-level battle. The power of the abyss turbulence began to devour everything like a raging beast.

It was no longer the obscure and slow erosion like before, but instead swept across the entire battlefield violently, dyeing the sky a deep purple, which intertwined with the distorted red light on the ground to form a hellish scene.

Those streams of light are a direct reflection of the nature of the abyss.

They are twisted wantonly, as if they can see into the deepest fear and despair in people's hearts.

Just one glance is enough to cause a person's sanity to collapse and his mind to be polluted and eroded like never before.

The Gate of the Abyss, which was originally an existence that the Night's Watchmen had always feared, had now opened to its most frightening extent.

It is no longer a simple entrance.

Instead, it became a terrifying bridge connecting two worlds and two dimensions.

The torrent of the abyss and the army of demons continued to roar from the depths of the door.
It seems as if countless indescribable things are ready to move, eager to cross the boundaries and drag the world into eternal darkness and chaos.

If it weren't for several fourth-level extraordinary people using their power to suppress the corresponding fluctuations,

Perhaps the crisis will reach a new level.

at the same time,

The defected vice-president stood on the original college tower.

His pure black coat was already completely charred, and there were even several painful scars on his body.

But there was a hideous smile on his face:

"A bunch of rubbish, is this all they have?!!"

Next to him, there was a silent man wrapped in bandages and a mass of unknown black mud twisting wildly.

now,

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick haze.

It seemed as if the air had frozen.

It's suffocating.

Every breath became extremely difficult, as if the air itself carried the pollution and despair of the abyss.

In this cursed land, the existence of life seems to have become redundant and fragile, and may be swallowed up by that invisible force at any time.

Except for the occasional low wailing and the roar of mechanical failure,
There was no other sound.

Also because the gate of the abyss has taken the opportunity to open to its maximum extent:

Streams of deep purple and twisted red light twisted wildly from the edge of the door, emitting a sanity-causing attack that would completely contaminate even a human being if they took one look at it.

Therefore, almost everyone has evacuated back to the fortress of their own academy.

And in it,
A bald monk sighed mournfully:

"Hey."

He clasped his hands together.

Low brows and pleasing eyes:

"Declare the end of the battle of Saint-Huyfar,
We don’t have any chance anymore.”

Faced with this proposal, even Director Yu remained silent:
[The Ark of the Past] also needs to suppress the remaining seawater pollution from the Carrington solar storm in the Great Library by the Sea.

not to mention,
Because of Jiang Xiuyuan, that place has always been the focus of the Chaoyong Sect, and it is impossible to shift the protection target.

now,

One after another, the wounded soldiers just stayed within the mental protection barrier, looking at the former academy with pain and reluctance.

finally,
A woman in her thirties with short hair and a cigarette in her mouth finally made the final decision:

"no way,

Announce to the outside world the end of Saint Huyfar.
We have become convinced that there is no way to reverse this horrific situation through conventional means.

(End of this chapter)