I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Gu Yan suddenly remembered when she first came into this world.

He was only a teenager at the time, raised by his grandfather. He was so sick that he would get out of breath after walking just a few steps, and he still had to work for those rich girls to get medical treatment.

At that time, he felt that the biggest thing in the world was curing a young lady's hidden illness.

Now he stands here, the number one in the global combat power rankings, the last hope of three billion people.

His fingers slowly tightened on the crenellations of the city wall.

He thought of his grandfather.

He had inquired about it.

Grandpa is still alive.

The three hospitals are keeping him alive with a secret project, just waiting for his return.

Grandpa will wake up in the next few days.

Thinking of this, Gu Yan felt a warmth in her chest.

At least there are still people waiting for him to come home.

Preparations are intensifying.

Every day new troops arrive, and every day new defenses are reinforced.

Gu Yan's cultivation did not stop.

He spent increasingly more time with the women, each time in preparation for that final breakthrough.

He could sense that his mental strength had reached a bottleneck; beyond that was a realm that no one had ever reached before.

But time waits for no one.

The final battle has finally arrived.

That morning, before dawn, a deep rumble came from the sea.

The sound seemed to come from deep within the earth's crust, muffled and continuous, causing every stone to tremble slightly.

When Gu Yan rushed up the city wall, he saw the most terrifying scene of his life.

On the sea, the Kuroshio Current spread out.

It's not a tide, it's an ocean.

A sea of ​​calamities stretches from the eastern horizon to the very edge of sight, with no visible boundary.

Bone-eating worms, worms, skeleton knights, steel colossus, skeletal dragons, Titan-class, liquid metal calamity, parasitic bee swarms, steel stitched monsters.

It contained all the calamities he had seen and those he had not.

Their numbers are beyond counting in the tens of thousands.

That's tens of millions, even hundreds of millions.

They huddled together, churning and hissing, like a black continent crushing into the land.

The sky was completely obscured by the flying calamity, and not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate it.

The world darkened, as if someone had pushed the sun into the sea.

At the very front of that vast black ocean stood five figures.

They are humanoid.

Each one was much taller than an ordinary human, and their bodies were shrouded in an almost tangible black mist.

The one in the very center is over three meters tall, covered in dark gold scales, with two curved horns on its head, and pure black eyes without any whites, like two black holes that can suck people in.

It held a scepter formed from pure black mist in its hand, with a slowly rotating black sphere floating at the top of the scepter.

That is destruction itself.

To its left stood a woman in a blood-red dress, with an extremely beautiful face and long hair that reached her ankles, but her lower body was a snake's tail with scales as red as blood.

Her eyes were vertical pupils, and a lazy yet cruel smile played on her lips.

Further to the left was an old man wearing a tattered black robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, with only a withered hand showing.

That hand held a cane made of countless human finger bones.

To its right is a humanoid creature covered in ice crystals, its body seemingly sculpted from millennia-old ice, with the surrounding seawater constantly freezing and cracking beneath its feet.

Further to the right is a giant engulfed in eerie green flames. It has no facial features, only a mouth that opens and closes constantly, spewing flames that can ignite even the air.

Five Kings of Calamity.

They stood at the forefront of the Kuroshio Current, like five nails driven into the sky and earth.

They didn't speak, but the oppressive aura they exuded made the soldiers on the city wall weak in the knees.

Gu Yan stood at the highest point of the city wall, gripping the Demon-Slaying Blade tightly.

His palms were sweating, but his gaze remained steady.

He glanced back.

The women were all in position below the city wall.

Lin Jinyu's golden flames ignited on the left wing, Pei Yuran's ice crystals condensed on the right wing, Chiyomiya Yusheng's pheasant sword was held horizontally in front of him, Shen Youyao's mental energy field spread out, and Fu Wanqing and Fu Shiwei stood side by side in the middle.

Further away, more than twenty candidates for the God-Making Project were in their positions.

Further away, there was a steel defense line consisting of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and thousands of tanks.

Gu Yan turned around and faced the boundless black sea.

He took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the demon-slaying sword.

The blade flashed a cold light in the dim light.

"bring it on."

He said softly.

It was as if he was speaking to Kuroshio, and also as if he was speaking to himself.

The Kuroshio Current came from the north.

It came not from the sea, but from the inland.

It was a black plain made up of calamities, stretching from the horizon to the horizon.

All the land north of Jinghai has fallen; the cities, villages, farmlands, and forests have all been turned into black wastelands.

And now, that wasteland has come back to life.

It stood up and began to move south.

Northern suburbs of Beijing, along the Yangtze River.

This is humanity's last line of defense.

The Yangtze River is the mother river of the Great Xia Dynasty. It is wide and has a rapid current.

The dikes along the river have been transformed into defensive fortifications, and all the bridges on the river are covered with rune bombs, ready to be blown up at any time.

On the other side of the river, tens of millions of disasters are gathering.

Their numbers were so great that the earth trembled.

The swarms of bone-eating worms surged along the ground like a black torrent, while the worms burrowed in and out of the riverbed, stirring up the water into a murky mess.

The skeletal knights formed a neat array, their horses' hooves thundering in the air.

The steel colossus stood behind the swarm of insects, like a moving black forest.

The sky was completely obscured by skeletal dragons and flying calamities, not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate.

"Fire!"

Xuan Yuancheng's voice rang out simultaneously on all communication channels.

This is humanity's last command, humanity's last roar.

Thousands of tanks fired simultaneously.

The flames spewed from the cannons formed an endless golden ribbon of fire along the riverbank. Rune-infused shells, trailing fiery tails, crashed into the black tide on the opposite bank, and the shockwaves from the explosions hurled the front-line bone-eating worms into the air.

Rocket launchers fired in unison, tens of thousands of rockets weaving a fiery net in the sky, like a reverse meteor shower, crashing into that black ocean.

With all missile silos open, all types of missiles—intercontinental ballistic missiles, cruise missiles, and short-range tactical missiles—were launched.

They trailed white trails across the obscured sky, landing in the densest area of ​​the Kuroshio Current.

The explosions lit up the land as if it were daytime.

The armed helicopter flew close to the river surface, and the spent shell casings from its machine guns poured into the river like a waterfall.

Fighter jets swooped down from the clouds, and aerial bombs and air-to-ground missiles blasted the opposite bank into chaos.

Humanity has fired every single bullet it could.

But the Kuroshio Current continues to advance.

They trudged forward, stepping over the fragments of their fallen comrades, filling craters with corpses, and paving roads with wreckage.

That black wasteland was like a piece of coal that could never be burned out; the flames would blast a crater on its surface, only to be filled with new blackness a few seconds later.