Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

If civilization is not cleansed, the gods will lose control.

The backlash from God is not moral depravity, nor greed, nor selfishness.

Rather, it is an inevitable suicide caused by underlying code conflicts under the influence of cosmic mechanisms.

The gods want to protect civilization.

[Divinity desires to rule civilization]

[God's two mindsets are fighting each other]

The initial will desired love, while the inflated divinity desired annihilation.

There is no solution to the conflict between the two.

This is a deadlock.

Therefore, in this universe, deities cannot be "protectors" forever.

They will become alienated and then go mad, ultimately becoming a hindrance to civilization.

They are not evil, but merely victims of the rules.

"That god-slaying...is salvation?"

A creature in an ordinary world murmured.

They were confused.

According to what was said on the celestial screen, the gods are self-contradictory individuals.

How come it's fighting with itself?

Left and right brain fighting each other?

In this world, for civilization to truly gain freedom, the gods must be liberated.

It's not as simple as destroying the gods.

Instead, it's about breaking the divine bond with civilization.

[Release divinity from the shackles of civilization, free people from dependence on faith, liberate magic from the control of gods, and free civilization from the rule of theocracy.]

Civilization no longer needs to rely on gods; it can truly advance through science and reason.

Ultimately, civilization must advance on its own, not through the creation of gods.

[Popularize scientific knowledge, shed the worship of deities, and view all things with a scientific eye]

All that is unknown is temporary; it can all be transformed into the known in the future.

When the development of civilization is no longer tied to the gods, and the power of the gods is weakened and suppressed to the lowest point, they will face the end of everything.

Break free from the shackles of faith and the chains of thought.

That is, the day the gods are liberated.

Chapter 63 Detonating the Deep Blue Well

However, how easy is it for the gods to attain liberation?

Because the first step they need is for their civilization to produce rational individuals, those who dare to deny the divine, and those who dare to raise a sword against the divine!

In fact, some people on this continent have already started doing this.

The camera zooms in from an aerial view that only shows the ocean and land, bringing us to a country.

[The Typhon Empire, ruled by the hereditary Augustan royal family in the eastern part of the continent of Loren]

For seven hundred years, it has consistently faced the threats of the Gondor Wastes and the demonic tides, serving as the core of humanity's eastern defense line.

The world of Dawn of the Sword.

Gawain Cecil was standing by a simple wooden table, holding a newly drawn planning sketch in his hand, muttering to himself.

“We need to build another irrigation canal here, the resettlement area for displaced people needs to be expanded fifty meters to the east, and the logging camp over there is too inefficient…”

He looked up and glanced at Amber, who was squatting on the ground counting ants not far away.

This half-elf had been in a state of "looking like he was helping but actually slacking off" since morning. Right now, he was poking the ground with a twig, looking as focused as if he were doing something great.

A sound suddenly came from the sky.

Gao Wen's hand paused.

The new territory is in dire need of rebuilding. Although some time has passed, it will still take a lot of effort to build it up, not to mention the occasional influx of refugees from other places.

Then, after hearing a familiar name spoken on the sky, he paused, then turned to look at Amber, who was also stunned.

"Is the continent beneath our feet called Loren?"

Amber turned around blankly, met his eyes, and nodded.

After pausing for two seconds, Gao Wen continued to ask.

"If my memory serves me right, there is a country to the east called Typhon, right?"

"yes……"

Amber's eyelids were twitching too.

"Grandpa, you're not talking about our area, are you?"

Gao Wen did not answer.

But his gaze was already firmly fixed on the sky.

Aside from them, everyone on Loren was astonished.

So many worlds appeared in the sky ahead—the Madness of Warhammer, the Star God of Collapse Iron, the Void Realm of Stars, the Land of Light of Ultraman—none of them had anything to do with them, not even a little bit.

So I just stayed bystander, doing my work, praying, and counting ants as I pleased.

Now, looking at the results...

Oh wow.

It's my own world!

Wait, if that's the case...

The entire continent instantly erupted in chaos.

The villagers dropped their farming tools, the knights forgot their drills, the priests stared blankly at the sky, and even the nobles and mages in the kingdom's court stopped what they were doing.

The relaxed atmosphere vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of tension and shock.

The sky was indeed revealing the secrets of the land beneath their feet.

Typhon was founded by the remnants of the ancient Gondorian Empire in the east.

After the explosion of the Blue Well and the outbreak of demonic tides, Gondor was destroyed. The survivors in the East gathered their forces in the ruins and established a highly centralized empire to resist the Aberrations and the power of the Elder Gods.

Upon hearing the word "Gondor," countless people gasped in shock.

That was a golden civilization that existed only in legends, a lost empire that even history books only dared to record in fragments.

[Oh, just a heads-up for viewers who haven't seen it yet]

The Deep Blue Well is the largest magical core in the Gondor Empire, located in the center of the continent of Loren. It is the most powerful source of magic in the history of human civilization.

It is a naturally occurring, artificially enhanced super magic focus with terrifying energy output, capable of supporting all the magical technology, floating cities, and war machines of the Gondor Empire.

At the time, Gondor used the Blue Well as its core, employing giant arcane conduits, four reaction towers, and arcane recirculation chambers to transmit ultra-high purity magic throughout the Empire, essentially creating a "planetary-scale power grid."

[At the same time, a magic energy focusing array was created to instantly focus the massive amount of deep blue magic power to "ignite" the super-large equipment.]

Furthermore, it can industrially mass-produce high-strength building materials that will not collapse for thousands of years, supporting the base of fortresses, cities, and floating cities.

On the sky, a series of breathtaking images began to flash by.

The floating city moved slowly above the clouds, and beneath its massive base, a complex array of magical energy shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

Countless aircraft shuttled between the city, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest.

Arcane conduits stretched across the land like giant silver dragons, carrying deep blue magical energy from the center of the continent to all directions.

The conduits were so thick that a horse-drawn carriage could run through them, and their surfaces were covered with densely packed runes. At regular intervals, there was a huge regulating tower.

A steel city rises from the ground, with towering towers reaching into the clouds, wide and straight streets, and uniform building complexes.

Everything exudes the coldness and order characteristic of industrialization.

Exclamations of surprise echoed across the mainland.

"That...that's the legendary Gondor?"

"A floating city... Is this really something that mortals could build?"

The mages were ashen-faced; the magic they had studied their entire lives seemed like mere child's toys to Gondor.

"Did our ancestors once possess such a civilization?"

An old farmer squatted on the edge of the field, his cloudy eyes reflecting the floating miracles.

His biggest dream in life is to save up money to buy a better cow.

But now he sees that his ancestors once flew in the sky.

Why are we getting worse as we get older?

And their military capabilities are even more terrifying.

[A Mass-Produced Legion of Extraordinary Armed Forces]

[Everyone is equipped with magic-powered armor, melting-cutting swords, thermal ray guns, and crystal grenades; these things are mass-produced in the millions.]

An endless army stood in formation. Every soldier wore full silver armor, the surface of which shimmered with magical light.

They carried molten steel-slicing swords at their waists, held rifles that could fire high-temperature rays, and their backpacks were filled with crystal grenades capable of shattering city walls.

…………

Million-unit production?

The entire room fell silent.