At the same time, traveling through time, starting from subverting the war at the top

Chapter 298 The End of "God"
The crimson horizon stretched to the horizon, and Lin Mo's figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star.

The red soil piled up to form towering peaks that reach into the clouds, with overlapping cliffs and a vast expanse of land.

And on that red earth continent, thousands of meters high, lies the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, the abode of the gods, and the residence of the Celestial Dragons!
As the distance closed, the magnificent red earth continent gradually magnified before our eyes.

Lin Mo hovered above the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, looking down at everything below, his dark pupils reflecting everything below.

As night fell, the Holy Land of Mary Geoise was brightly lit.

Brilliant lights adorn the city in the clouds, making it resemble a celestial palace. However, behind this light—

It is the Celestial Dragons' oppression and bloodshed over the entire world for eight hundred years!
This was precisely the time when the Celestial Dragons had just finished enjoying the rare delicacies they had collected from all over the world and were beginning to look for "entertainment activities."

Charmac Saint Theseus, like most Celestial Dragons, is dressed like an astronaut, wearing a bubble hood, in order to avoid breathing the same air as those they consider lowly.

Even in Mary Geoise, there are guards, and the air they breathe is naturally considered "dirty" by the Celestial Dragons.

Not to mention the large number of slaves captured from all over the world.

"Boring. So incredibly boring!" Saint Charmark roared at his guards, slamming his jeweled cane on the ground. "Is the 'Whack-a-Mole' game ready?!"

Soon, a dozen slaves wearing explosive collars were driven to the specially designed mechanical floor. Above their heads were a dozen or so round holes, each just large enough for a head to pass through.

“Let’s begin~” Saint Charmark licked his thick lips and raised his specially made golden hammer. “Today I will definitely be able to break Chamos’ record.”

As the mechanism was activated, the slaves were forced to stick their heads out of the round hole every few seconds—otherwise the flames beneath their feet would immediately ignite!

"boom!"

The first slave who poked his head out didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed hard by the golden hammer, blood and brains splattering all over the ground, making him tremble with excitement.

"Hahaha! The first one!" Charmac, with snot bubbles running down his face, shouted excitedly, "I, the God, am indeed the strongest!"

The smug laughter of the Celestial Dragons echoed within the palace, while beneath the floor—

They were a dozen or so slaves whose feet were scorched by flames, yet they were forced to continue this deadly game.

Not participating in the game means certain death, but participating in the game offers a chance to survive.

They could only pray, in their fear of death, that the golden hammer wouldn't fall on their heads.

"I'm exhausted!" Charmack Saint slammed his golden hammer, stained with blood and brains, his obese body heaving. The heads of the seven slaves exploded like watermelons, their blood staining the entire arena red.

The surviving slaves saw this and a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes—as was customary, the demon would end the massacre when he got tired of playing.

"Huh?" Saint Charmark looked up and saw the relieved smile on the face of one of the slaves. His face twisted instantly, and he roared, "You lowly wretch! Who gave you permission to smile?! Stand still!"

With that, he picked up the golden hammer again and walked toward the slave.

The slave stood frozen in place, too afraid to move, his whole body trembling.

Saint Charmark walked up to the slave, raised his golden hammer high, and was about to kill the slave who had offended him with one blow.

boom--! ! !
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed in the distance, the earth shook, and the entire palace trembled violently. The golden hammer in his hand slipped and crashed to the ground with a thud. "Which bastard dares to disturb this god!" Saint Charmark staggered, angrily shoving aside the guards beside him, and stormed out the door.

He paused, looked up, and met the eyes of a giant tortoise-shaped puppet. A red glow gradually rose on his face.

"Wow! Whose new toy is this? Lend it to me! I can trade you my favorite slave!" Charmark Saint cheered.

His response was a cannon of thunder and fire spewed from the giant tortoise puppet's mouth!
"My Lord!" The guards who came out were shocked to see this, but it was too late to stop it. Then there was a loud explosion!
The thunder and fire cannons instantly engulfed them!

In the shockwave, the ground was instantly plowed open, creating a trench tens of meters wide that stretched for hundreds of meters, crushing a building into ruins!
Charmak Saint, who was just cheering, was blasted into dust by the Thunder Cannon.

This scene is happening all over Mary Geoise.

The puppet army that took action was led by Lin Mo.

Having mastered puppetry, Lin Mo can now command an army all by himself.

The puppets they created were not humanoid demon puppets from the Doupo world, but beast-shaped puppets recorded in the Dayuan Jue of the mortal world.

There are two types of main puppets.

One type is a giant tortoise-shaped puppet with thick hide and flesh, capable of withstanding three to five blows from a Nascent Soul cultivator's ordinary attacks. It can also spew balls of lightning and fire from its mouth, comparable to a full-force attack from a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator. Its only weakness is its clumsy size and slow movement. Once attacked at close range by a cultivator, it immediately becomes a ready-made target, utterly powerless to resist.

The puppet that just blasted Saint Charmark and his guards to smithereens was this very puppet.

Another type of puppet, in the form of a tiger demon, is the complete opposite. This puppet lacks ranged attacks and its defense is only average, but it excels in its lightness and agility. Its pair of tiger claws can unleash crystalline claw beams half a foot long, easily tearing through the ordinary protective shields of a Core Formation cultivator. It is a purely melee-oriented puppet, with extremely cruel and bloody attack methods.

Each of these puppets possesses strength comparable to a Core Formation stage cultivator; placed on this vast ocean, only a Grandmaster-level expert could contend with them.

And at this moment——

Hundreds of these killing machines fell like meteors to every corner of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise!
The guards the World Government stationed in Mary Geoise to protect the Celestial Dragons were no match for this terrifying army.

The naval admiral guarding the sacred site is a "forest man" who is "Green Bull" Aramaki after eating the Forest Fruit.

Looking at the apocalyptic scene before him, Huang Mu's face showed despair. His abilities were useless against this army of puppets.

Because the puppets are not living beings, he cannot absorb the moisture and nutrients from them. When he released vines to try to stop the puppets from advancing, they were instantly torn apart by the tiger demon puppet's sharp claws.

He could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

"ah--!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky.

Those Celestial Dragons who once treated human lives as toys are now finally tasting the bitterness of being crushed like ants.

The fire illuminated the night in Mary Geoise!

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(End of this chapter)