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

Gawain led his army to intervene, deposed the incompetent old royal family, and personally ended the Kingdom of Ansu, sweeping the corrupt old order into the dustbin of history.

[But the crisis is not over. The Demise of All Things will secretly wreak havoc, using the out-of-control power of the gods to create catastrophe. Aberrant creatures and divine monsters will run rampant across the continent, causing immense suffering to all living beings.]

Gawain led his magic legion to aid Saint Sunil, fighting valiantly to quell the divine calamity, consolidate the forces of the dream realm, and protect countless civilians.

What truly shook the continent was the winter hunt for the gods.

The scene on the sky suddenly darkened.

A blizzard swept across the continent of Typhon, leaving only a blinding white expanse between heaven and earth.

The God of War has completely lost control; he no longer protects his people but instead seeks to destroy the entire world.

The continent of Typhon is in grave danger. The Emperor sets aside all differences and personally seeks peace and an alliance with Gawain.

The mortal alliance has assembled, with the Cecil Magic Legion, Typhon's elite knights, and the sane ancient god Amon and the goddess of magic Mirmina providing their full support.

[The group joined forces, focusing their fire on the out-of-control war god. After a bloody battle, they finally slew him.]

"Godslayer... A mortal actually killed a god!"

"Aren't gods invincible? Grand Duke Gawain and his comrades did it!"

Some are happy, some are sad.

But overall, I was mostly happy.

The battle to slay the god has come to an end, but Gawain has not stopped.

With the Duchy of Cecil at its core, he issued a call to the entire continent, urging people to set aside racial barriers, abandon old grudges and disputes, and spearhead the formation of a cross-ethnic alliance for life and death.

Humanity is no longer content to remain isolated; many nations are joining forces to march towards the final, overwhelming end.

【The sea monsters, extraterrestrial visitors who dwell and lurk in the deep sea, though their styles differ, unite because they yearn to return home】

The Silver Empire, cruising through the skies, is technologically stagnant and its future uncertain. In a desperate quest for hope, the stars ultimately fall into the dust.

The dragon clan, who have been hiding in Peach Garden for millions of years, have restarted the Holy Dragon Palace Kingdom twenty-nine times, continuing their unfinished rebellion. To forge a future, they join forces once again.

All living beings across the continent who yearn to survive and refuse to be consumed by reincarnation have united closely and formally established the Loren Civilization Community.

Everyone is united in their hatred of the enemy, and they are giving their all to prepare for the inevitable final demonic tide.

Just as everyone was preparing for war, the ultimate truth that had been sealed away for millions of years was finally revealed to all living beings without reservation.

The continent of Loren, where they have lived for generations, has never been an ordinary planet.

It is a planet-sized interstellar ark left behind by the founders of an ancient super-civilization, carrying the last hope for the survival of civilization.

The terrifying demonic tide, feared by all, is essentially a cosmic selection mechanism for civilizations. Only those races that withstand the demonic tide, master magical technology, and establish a barrier to civilization can survive.

Whenever civilization's development hits a bottleneck, or when deities lose control and cause turmoil, the system will activate, using destruction as a pretext to cleanse the entire civilization before starting the next cycle.

The gods who are worshipped and revered by the world are not inherently supreme.

They were merely system administrators pre-programmed into the Ark, their duty being to maintain this endless cycle. Over time, they were molded into gods by faith, but ultimately, they could not escape the fate of distorted power, loss of control, and destruction.

The sky suddenly darkened, and an endless, ultimate demonic tide surged down from the horizon like a world-destroying black wave, instantly engulfing the entire continent.

Mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and living beings scattered and fled. Every civilization was on the verge of destruction, and the slightest carelessness would lead to annihilation.

[Life or death hangs in the balance; the survival of civilization hinges on this moment.]

[Gawain remained calm in the face of danger, activating a global planetary shield as the leader of the civilization community, providing the final barrier for all living beings.]

He then activated the Celestial Broadcast, channeling the millennia-long will to resist, the yearning for survival, and the pursuit of freedom of mortals into the Ark System.

All living beings across the continent unite as one, using their mortal bodies and the combined power of all races, to purify the world-destroying demonic tide and reset the divine control system.

[It shattered the shackles of reincarnation that had bound the Loren civilization for millions of years, ending the endless cycle of destruction and restart.]

The catastrophe finally ended, the war subsided, and the continent returned to peace.

With the support of the people, Gawain established the Cecil Empire.

He completely abolished the old order of divine supremacy, broke the shackles of bloodline and class, and allowed every mortal to take control of their own destiny.

Under his guidance, the Loren civilization completely broke free from the shackles of reincarnation, relying on magical technology to leave its home planet and venture into the vast and boundless interstellar sea.

After enduring millions of years of hardship, the creatures of this continent have finally ushered in their true rebirth.

Chapter 69 Why draw lots?

The content of the Sky Curtain has basically come to an end, and the entire continent of Loren has become thoroughly lively.

Cecil Territory.

Gao Wen stood on the edge of the field, looking up at the sky, motionless for a long time, his brows furrowed.

The sky had given him a lot of information; he needed to take a break.

First, the first point.

He is not a sun spirit.

Secondly, he knew Gao Wen from before.

Why don't I have any recollection of this?

third.

Did I really think I was this awesome?

Amber's eyes were incredibly bright, and she couldn't suppress the smirk of her lips.

"Grandpa! Tianmu said I'm your sharpest shadow blade! The most indispensable one! He even said we're closer than family!"

Gao Wen glanced at her: "That's all you remember."

"Of course!"

Amber puffed out its chest, its tail almost pointing skyward.

"I am the most renowned Shadow Scout in Loren! From now on, when those noble spies come, won't they have to pay their respects to me first?"

She circled around Gao Wen once, but Gao Wen ignored her, though the corner of his mouth twitched very slightly.

Not far away, Hattie clutched half a draft of runes, her gaze shifting from the sky to Gawain, then back to the paper, her eyes slightly red.

Magic network, magic energy engine, rune circuits... things she never even dared to dream of, Tianmu said she could make.

What? Gawain isn't his real ancestor?

It's harmless.

Anyway, that's our ancestors' business. They made it up themselves. We, their descendants, can just call them whatever we want. It doesn't really matter.

She took a deep breath, gripped the paper tighter, and turned to walk towards the research shed.

Rebecca's eyes shone like two flames.

"Ancestor! Tianmu said that I personally assembled the Magic Legion and will lead the charge! I will do everything in my power to fulfill your orders!"

"By the way, when are we going to conduct training?"

Gao Wen pressed his temples: "Let's plant the land first."

"But--"

"If the land isn't cultivated well, people will starve to death. What will we use to train soldiers?"

Rebecca paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"You're right! I'll finish the work today! Then we'll continue clearing the land tomorrow!"

"...Let's finish today's work first."

"Yes!"

southern border.

Other noble castles

The old nobleman smashed his wine glass on the ground, shards flying everywhere.

"A magic legion? Sweeping across the southern border? With those peasants?"

His voice trembled, his anger tinged with fear.

The staff member was pale and cautious.

"My lord, the sky represents the future...we are now—"

"Should we kneel down now and beg that resurrected dead man?"

The old nobleman turned his head sharply, his eyes fierce: "Where do you think you're putting the face of the Southern nobles?"

The staff dared not speak further, but their hands quietly reached for the map of the southern border on the table.

Skyveil said that the old nobles' army was wiped out, and Cecil unified the southern territory.

He was already planning his escape route.

Those who eat meat are base and incapable of long-term planning!

These nobles are still calculating gains and losses.

According to what was shown on the sky, Gawain was the one they truly deserved to follow.

Or perhaps Tiffany.

It's not because these two companies can lead them to kill gods.

Moreover, the lifestyles of both sides are more in line with their interests.

Having enough to eat and wear, and access to education...

This is something that many countries have been unable to do for many years.

Ansu Palace

Augustine XIII sat on the throne, his face more ashen than that of a dead man.

Every word Tianmu uttered felt like a knife stabbing into his heart.

The Kingdom of Ansu is gone.