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It was born from the absolute crushing of physical matter by spatial turbulence!
Red, green, and blue!
The destructive wind pressure of the three attributes is not clearly distinct. Instead, under the stirring of spatial turbulence, it is like three violent paints being thrown into the same vortex, frantically intertwining, clashing, and merging!
Together they constitute an indiscriminate, physical extinction storm that swept across the entire blood-soaked battlefield!
Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Where the wind pressure passes:
The already fragile crimson charred rock was instantly reduced to the finest dust, like a cookie being thrown into a shredder!
The glassy ground was uprooted, cut, and eroded! Huge ravines, tens of meters deep, appeared out of thin air as the storm plowed through them, only to be filled and twisted by the subsequent turbulent currents in an instant!
The oppressive, lead-gray sky, stained with the blood of the gods, was now being torn apart like rags!
The thick clouds were instantly blown away and evaporated! The distortion of light caused by the distortion of space itself made the sky display bizarre and grotesque colors, as if painted with hellish oil paint!
Countless spatial rifts, torn apart, appeared and disappeared like black lightning bolts in the storm!
The lingering divine lightning, magical currents, and embers of karmic fire from the previous battle...
All the raging energy has now become fuel and accomplice to this annihilation storm! It is swept up, accelerated, and mixed by wind pressure, forming an even more dangerous and unpredictable composite torrent of destruction!
The howling wind, the tearing apart of the atmosphere, the shattering of matter, the annihilation of energy...
A multitude of destructive sounds mingled together, forming a terrifying sonic boom that surpassed the limits of human hearing and was powerful enough to shatter the soul! This was the world's own lament!
The extinction wind pressure generated by the space storm caused by the triple spiral has a destructive range that has long exceeded the battlefield itself!
It was like an ever-expanding ring of destruction, centered on the battlefield, bombarding in all directions, towards the entire Netherworld Scorched Plains, and even towards the outermost spatial barriers!
The earth sank in mournful cries!
The sky is shattering in distortion! The fundamental element that constitutes this world, the "atmosphere," is being brutally and relentlessly torn apart by this violence originating from the very source of space!
Iskandar's destructive divine radiance has now become the core of the storm and wind pressure that are strangling it!
The divine lightning surrounding Him flickered like a candle in the wind, torn apart by the spatial turbulence and the annihilating wind pressure.
The golden and silver demonic eyes reflected the dual catastrophe of physics and law sweeping across the world, and finally, a trace of genuine anger—being offended—emerged on the cold face of the god!
Matouchi stood at the eye of the storm (or rather, he was the source of the storm), and the Garan Demon Eye was bearing a tremendous burden. The blood in his left eye socket dried and congealed instantly under the violent wind pressure.
He ignored his own near-limit state, his eyes fixed only on the divine light swaying in the storm.
"Feel it, gods..." His voice was drowned out by the roar of the wind.
.........
The faint glow of the communication spell coiled around Mayastia's fingertips faded completely, like a firefly extinguished. Yvette's brief message, tinged with a hint of weariness and triumph—
“Rat hole, location complete”—like a pebble thrown into calm water, it rippled coldly across his meticulously crafted mental image.
"Heh, finally..." he murmured to himself, his eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and playfulness, now sharp as a hawk's.
A dangerous smile curved at the corner of his lips, not with joy, but with the cold anticipation of a hunter finally waiting for his prey to step into the trap.
Without the slightest hesitation, he moved.
The movements were so fluid, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.
With a wave of his wide magician's robe sleeves, materials and spells exuding an ancient aura and containing immense magic or strange laws were lifted up as if by an invisible hand and flew out, landing one by one in specific locations on the ground.
These treasures, enough to make any magician envious, were now placed on specific nodes of the active earth by Mayastia without hesitation, just like the most ordinary bricks.
The land beneath his feet was no ordinary soil.
It is a very special "living knot" of earth veins deep within the Albion Great Tomb, like the pulsating heart valves of a giant creature, containing exceptionally active spiritual energy.
The earth itself seemed to be pulsating slightly, responding to Meastia's every move.
Om-!
Meastia's fingertips lit up, no longer the ghostly blue of a communication spell, but a more condensed and ancient magical glow, like flowing liquid moonlight. His movements were too fast for the naked eye to perceive; his fingertips swept across the void, yet left crystal-clear, luminous magical marks on the ground.
One, two, ten, a hundred...
Countless intricate and dazzling magic circles, geometric arrays, divine runes, and energy pathways incorporating modern magic principles flowed from his fingertips as if they were alive, precisely imprinting themselves onto the vibrant earth!
They are nested, connected, and resonate with each other, forming a miniature ritual that, although it occupies a small area (less than one ten-thousandth of the entire Albion Great Tomb), is so intricate and complex that it would make any professor of the Clock Tower Department dizzy at a glance!
The air was filled with the buzzing of highly concentrated magic, and the fine crackling sounds of countless tiny laws being activated and linked.
“Link, communicate, anchor, penetrate…” Meastia murmured the core steps of the ritual, yet her movements were fluid and seamless.
Even amidst his busy schedule, he had the leisure to turn his head and give his assistant Tica, who was nervously watching everything with tightly pursed lips, a signature smile tinged with a hint of smugness:
"Tika, look at the ritual I've carved with this 'little thing.' Aren't the lines smooth enough? Isn't the structure elegant enough? And doesn't the design of the energy circuit have my unique artistic beauty?"
"Lady Meastia!" Tica nearly jumped up, her voice filled with disbelief and madness. "Is this the time to discuss artistic beauty?!"
She didn't finish her sentence, but the anxiety in her eyes was almost overflowing.
"Tsk, young people, they just can't keep their composure."
Meastia pursed her lips, but her fingertips continued moving without stopping, even faster, as the last few key runes fell into the core node of the ritual track like shooting stars.
"The greater the pressure, the more you need to appreciate the beauty of the process. This is... well, the art of stress relief."
Even so, when Tica's gaze returned to the miniature ritual inscribed by Meastia, the turmoil in her heart was impossible to suppress.
That's far more than just a "little thing" or "art"!
Is this... the true power of the Clock Tower Monarch?
Although this ritual is small, the profound magical principles it contains, the exquisite structure, and the high energy utilization efficiency far exceed her imagination!
The width of each energy pathway is calculated with the utmost precision to ensure that magical energy flows through key nodes with minimal loss and maximum power.
It is like a miniature work of art crafted by the most skilled watchmakers, with perfectly balanced internal gears, yet it contains a terrifying power capable of shaking the world!
What made Tika even more uneasy was the nature of this ritual—it was not an independent entity!
It is a parasitic ritual!
Its core purpose is not to unleash any earth-shattering power.
Its existence is like a meticulously designed, extremely tiny "seed," a "virus"!
Its target is the vast network of nodes that are part of the Grand Order ritual, which is built at a cost of astronomical resources and is spread throughout the depths of the Albion Great Tomb!
Once... just once—the Grand Order decision ceremony is successfully initiated, the vast, galaxy-like flow of energy begins to surge and circulate within the immense node network...
At this moment, the seemingly insignificant miniature ritual beneath Meastia's feet will be activated instantly, like a shark smelling blood!
It will use the "living knot" of the earth's veins on the active land beneath its feet, like the most greedy parasite, to precisely pierce its "roots" into the nearest main node's energy flow!
Next comes its most terrifying and ingenious design feature: self-evolution! Self-replication!
It will no longer require manual control by Meastia.
It will be like an intelligent life form, using the immense energy drawn from the main node that belongs to the coronal resolution itself, to carry out frantic self-replication and evolution along the natural pathways of the earth's veins, like a virus spreading in blood vessels, at all the nodes of the coronal resolution ritual!
One node, ten nodes, a hundred nodes... until the entire network is covered!
At that time, this tiny "seed," initially carved by Meastia herself, will grow into a parasitic plant at the core of the entire Grand Decree Ceremony, absorbing its nutrients, altering its instructions, and possibly even ultimately replacing it.
Towering poisonous plant!
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“Hoo…” Meastia let out a long sigh of relief, and the light at her fingertips slowly faded.
The final rune was perfectly embedded in the core, and the entire miniature ritual instantly came to life!
Countless magical engravings flickered and flowed like breathing, emitting a deep and harmonious resonance that perfectly synchronized with the pulse of the vibrant earth beneath their feet.
He straightened up, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and looked at the intricate and dangerous work before him with a satisfied yet slightly mischievous smile.
"Alright, the little mice are in position, and the bait has been scattered..."
He muttered to himself, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick layers of earth, landing on the grand stage deep within the Spirit Tomb where the Grand Order decision was about to be launched.
At the core of the miniature ritual instrument, the humming sound of flowing magic suddenly rose, as if countless intricate gears were instantly meshed to their limit! The cynicism on Mayastia's face had vanished, replaced by a cold, almost inhuman focus. His deep eyes reflected the surging torrent of energy within the ritual instrument, like a helmsman standing at the eye of a storm.
“Now, the next thing to do—” His voice was deep and clear, each syllable like the striking of cold metal, piercing through the hum of the ritual and imprinting itself on the tense air.
Before he finished speaking, his wide robe sleeves moved without any wind!
Four radiant "gems," each imbued with a distinct ancient aura and immense magical power, rose slowly from his sleeves as if drawn by an invisible hand, hovering above the core energy vortex of the ritual!
It is the embodiment of the twelve monarchical powers of the Clock Tower—a monarchical token!
A gem that shimmers with a deep, earthy yellow luster, as if it contains the memory of the earth—the Eleventh Discipline: Archaeology—a token of the Mayastia clan!
A gem that flows with indigo light and is engraved with countless tiny runes of heritage—a token of the Brissian family of the Sixth Discipline, Heritage Department!
A gem as pure and clear as crystal, yet seemingly pulsating with countless life veins within—the Soronia Clan's token from the Second Discipline: Individual Foundations!
A gem shrouded in an ominous dark purple aura, seemingly sealing away ancient resentment—a token of the Gigumarie clan of the Tenth Department, Curses Division!
The four monarch tokens, like four miniature stars, floated and sank in the violent energy flow of the ritual core. The ancient contract power and authority keys they contained were being frantically analyzed, copied, and amplified by the ritual's sophisticated "poisonous strain" structure!
Om-! ! !
The ritual erupted with an unprecedented burst of light! It was not a simple energy burst, but a more fundamental declaration of a "link" that penetrated the barriers of space and the earth's veins!
Through the pulse of the active earth beneath their feet, through the "strain network" that had already quietly infiltrated and connected to the nearest Grand Council main node like nerve endings, these four "identity keys" representing supreme power and will were instantly transformed and encrypted. They then traveled along the earth's ley lines of the vast ritual network itself, like four precise, unstoppable "spears of light" composed of pure authority—directly reaching the core of the Grand Council ceremony that was currently being held!
Target: Calion Observatory! The round table hall suspended deep within the tomb, constructed of crystal and star trails, symbolizing the highest decision-making authority of the Clock Tower!
Meastia's voice, like a cold hammer of judgment, accompanied by the four access keys that pierced through space, resounded clearly simultaneously at the core of the ritual and on the distant Calion Round Table:
"—Eleventh Discipline: Archaeology—Measistian Clan Identity!"
"—Sixth Discipline: Heritage Studies: Brissian Clan Identity!"
"—Second Discipline: Individual Basic Science: Solonia Clan Identity!"
"—Tenth Discipline: Curses Department: Jigmalion Clan Identification!"
Four brief, powerful "Agreed!" signals, representing the monarch's will, were like four heavy bombs, emanating from this remote, dark corner of the Albion Great Tomb, reverberating with the aftershocks of the frontline divine war, ignoring all spatial barriers and energy turbulence, striking with unparalleled precision—
The light was projected onto the round table inside the Calion Observatory, the table that held the supreme authority of the clock tower and radiated a cold starlight!