svetikya Chapter 290 The Final Trial Begins
Chapter 290 The Final Trial Begins
Chapter 290 The Final Trial Begins
Before Skran told him the secrets of the Dragon Slayer Apostle, the old man made another suggestion.
He wanted Mordy to join their grand plan.
"A big plan? Is it something like waaagh?" Mordy was very interested in this.
"What does that mean?" Scran paused, taken aback. "The council's plan is to create a god," but this god is not the kind you'd imagine; it's a genuine immortal being of the path of light."
"Part of the Second Dawn Project? You're still thinking about recreating the God of Light?"
"This is the long-cherished wish of the Darklight Council, and we cannot give up on it," he said with a smile.
After pondering for a moment, Modi decided it wouldn't hurt to get involved, since his mastery of the Path of Light was not insignificant.
If you can get a free opportunity to advance through the Path of Light, then it's not a loss. You won't lose anything either way, so just go for it.
"It's settled then." Skran's smile deepened. "I'll go and inform the rest of the council."
He felt he had chosen the right person to follow. By attaching himself to this powerful figure, even if he couldn't become the executor of the plan, his treatment wouldn't be bad once the powerful figure did.
This is the wisdom of elders.
Skran left hastily; he needed to regroup his troops.
Modi had no intention of lingering and was about to enter the Beach to continue exploring when a figure emerged from a corner—it was Pandora, who had just condensed her body.
"Pandora, what's wrong?"
Pandora nodded slightly, and a 3D projection unfolded around her.
Modi squinted and looked over. It was a war sand table, seemingly depicting the war against the Stranded.
Unlike the stranded beings he had seen before, the stranded beings shown in the projection were dressed in military uniforms, wielding weapons similar to those from World War II, and charging fearlessly at the mechanical hunters.
Occasionally, one or two stranded whales would leap out and crush swarms of drones into the black tar.
"As you've probably noticed, these stranded beings are different from those we've seen before," Pandora said gently.
"These are not isolated cases. Similar stranded individuals have appeared all over the world at the same time, including soldiers from ancient times and legions from the post-atomic era that are closer to the present."
The projection kept changing, and with Modi's sharp eyesight, he could clearly capture every detail.
Much like what Pandora had described, or even more so, Mordy saw several warships covered in black tar, as well as a large number of similar drones.
Damn it, how can inorganic matter become stranded?
"Is this the first time?" Mordy asked.
"No, similar situations have occurred before, but the number was not as large, and there has never been a precedent of warships and tanks becoming stranded."
Pandora was also troubled, but fortunately these things were much easier to deal with than the Death Curse's familiars. With her massive army, she could keep the enemy out of her home.
"It is worth mentioning that the locations where these special stranded individuals appeared were all former battlefields, and they seemed to be repeating wars that had long ended."
"Could it be that the Beach of the Dead and the Rain of Time can record fragments of events that have resulted in numerous deaths?"
Modi guessed that this situation involved the power of time, which happened to be an area he was not good at, but had some knowledge of.
The path of light itself contains the concept of time, and it is through this that the God of Light softens the scales of ancient dragons, causing the stagnant time on their bodies to flow again.
"Perhaps," Pandora said. "I suspect it might be that the things you did on the Beach earlier triggered them, causing this situation to increase."
Is this also my fault? Mordi wondered.
"So, are you going to stop me? Let me make this clear beforehand, I have an operation related to the Beach."
"Stop them? No, why should I stop them?" Pandora shook her head. "There's no need. They can't cause any trouble."
""
More importantly, I can't beat you.
Very good, very pragmatic. Modi nodded in satisfaction; he admired such outstanding individuals.
However, he still left behind a group of undead army and divine seals to assist Pandora in eliminating the stranded ones.
Upon receiving Skarn's message, the high-ranking members of the Paiguang Council, who were still at headquarters, immediately gathered their forces and used rare items to intervene in the instance world where Skarn was located.
Upon arriving in the instance world, following the information provided by Skran, they successively sought out Paradise and were received by Pandora.
"Strong artificial intelligence that dominates civilization?"
Within the mental network, the higher-ups could not hide their astonishment at Pandora.
"Rare, this is extremely rare. It's a pity that the Speaker ordered that we not to do anything to her, otherwise I would have liked to try implanting a Trojan horse."
"Your thinking is a bit dangerous."
"How dare you talk to me like that? If I hadn't stopped you, you probably would have already resorted to violence."
"How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?!"
Skran, who had just connected to the mental network, turned pale and coughed heavily.
"You guys, get serious! This time we're going to execute a big plan!"
As the person holding the highest power in parliament, his orders were very effective.
The mental network fell silent instantly. The high-ranking members who had just spoken exchanged glances and honestly replied, "Yes, Speaker."
Hearing the word "Speaker," Skran felt much better. He remembered that he was originally the head of the Loss Council, not a nobody following someone else.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see that person."
"That sir?" The high-ranking officials looked at him strangely, not expecting that their chairman had been so impressed so quickly, addressing him with such respect.
Skran realized he had misspoke, his face flushed, and he walked at the front so that no one else could see his expression.
Passing through the specially constructed Eternal Beach passage, the Darklight Council arrived at the boundary between reality and death.
"This is the Beach of the Dead? The aura of death is indeed very strong."
A senior councilor with considerable knowledge of death said that several stranded creatures in the distance sensed the presence of the living and immediately rushed over, howling.
Fortunately, the people in the council were not ordinary people and did not take these little guys seriously at all.
"You're asking for death! You can't beat the Forgotten Monarch, but you can beat me?" A cold glint flashed in Skran's eyes as he waved his hand and unleashed a beam of light, instantly obliterating the stranded creatures.
That sir can call me a scoundrel, but what should you call me?
His murderous eyes swept over the councilors, causing them to all take a step back in fright.
"Hmm, why does the old man...the Speaker's temper seem much more volatile?"
"I don't know. Maybe they're used to being treated like slaves here and are planning to bully us and get their revenge."
"I hereby solemnly declare that I have no connection whatsoever with this spiritual network, and I am willing to cooperate with the Speaker in all his/her work..."
""
Within the newly established mental network, the members of parliament were filled with a multitude of ideas.
Fortunately, Skran's attention was completely drawn to other things, and he didn't notice them at all.
"Lord Styx, we can begin to lay out our plan."
Skran lowered his head and addressed the young man standing at the edge of the Beach with utmost respect, showing none of the indifference and arrogance he had displayed just moments before.
Hearing the voice, Modi turned around and nodded slightly to him: "Go ahead and do it."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Skran instinctively straightened his back, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
When he turned around, he found that his subordinates all had straight faces, their eyes fixed straight ahead, each one more serious than the last, giving him the impression that they were trying not to laugh.
Why did the speaker initially act arrogantly but later become obsequious?
They were pleased to see the usually aloof speaker adopt this posture.
He glared at them, and Skran's lips moved, uttering a few cold words: "Aren't you going to get to work?"
"Eh...yes, yes!"
The senior councilors dispersed and, according to the plan they had discussed earlier, first observed and investigated the beach, and then selected suitable coordinates to build an altar and hold a ceremony.
After everyone had dispersed, Skran walked up to Mordy again.
"Your Excellency, I have shown you the latest version of the God-Making Project. Are you satisfied?" He was a little nervous, afraid that Modi would ask him to change it back to the first version.
Modi replied, "This version is fine. I'm not a client who's difficult to work for. Besides, I helped produce it, so I can't find any fault with it."
According to the plan he discussed with Skran, he would use the amplification effect of the Dark Light Ritual to summon the Death Ray.
"In theory, our plan is foolproof. As long as you ascend into the shadow left by the Great God of Light, you can simulate a trace of the apostle's aura. At that time... um!"
Skran spoke with great enthusiasm, completely oblivious to Mordy's increasingly dark expression.
As he continued, Modi simply smeared a clump of nanobots into his mouth to shut him up.
"Shut up, Lao Deng. Don't you know you shouldn't make promises you can't keep when you're about to do something big?"
"Mmm-hmm!" Skran held up two fingers to indicate that he would never say another word.
"Go ahead and do your thing, I need to get ready here too."
Modi waved his hand, and his consciousness instantly plunged into a sea of blood.
Beneath the Tree of the Soul, the young man, who had been sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes. His face was expressionless, yet he exuded an extremely strong sense of presence.
On this sea of blood, he is the center of the world, naturally attracting the attention of other living beings.
"Tch, back again."
Salota glanced in Modi's direction, pursed her lips, forcibly controlled her gaze, and buried her head below the water's surface to avoid looking at him.
Countless monstrous creatures from the sea of blood rose to the surface, bowed their heads, and paid homage to the Lord of the Sea of Blood.
Most of them are creations of Modi, while some are modified alien species. They have all sorts of strange appearances and abilities, but their loyalty to their creator remains constant.
Modi looked down at these monstrous creatures, his gaze then drifting deeper into the sea of blood, meeting the eyes of each of the Blood God's children.
Without exception, all the Blood God's children put down their work and entered standby mode.
This also means that the entire Blood Sea is being utilized, focusing on only one thing.
The combined power is extremely formidable.
The sea of blood trembled, and Salotar, as a prisoner, clearly felt the change; the entire dragon trembled in sync with it.
It had no doubt that if it had faced this force back then, it would have suffered ten times the beating.
Thinking of this, it trembled uncontrollably, wishing it could grow a shell on its back and shrink its head inside.
On the other side of the Blood Sea, Modi unleashed his senses, his spiritual tentacles spreading throughout the entire Blood Sea, feeling the long-lost power of the fully formed Blood Sea, and his mood was one of great comfort.
Sure enough, the release after a long period of suppression can make people feel happy, even at his level.
"Let's greet the approaching Ancient Dragon with this attitude." Mordy smiled, glancing back at the Tree of Souls.
A vast number of spirits gathered in the tree, making his mouth water; he almost couldn't resist climbing up to feast on them.
Flesh and soul are food for the sea of blood, and so is spirituality. This is very similar to his Bloodstained Book, no, it can be said to be almost exactly the same.
After all, many of his abilities were developed based on the Bloodstained Book, and he could replicate most of the Bloodstained Book's functions.
"Tsk, putting aside the order of events, the Bloodstained Book really does look like a creation of a sea of blood, which suits my style perfectly..."
Although it might sound a bit like saying the father is like the son.
Modi was certain that his own style had been developed long ago and should not have been influenced by the Bloodstained Book.
"There are too many coincidences, it's making me a little paranoid."
Unless absolutely necessary, he should not increase his physical form. His immediate priority is to ascend to immortality.
Without power, he doesn't even have the right to investigate.
The sea of blood began to circulate and accumulate power, silently waiting for the right moment.
On the Beach of the Dead, the council members, led by Skran, have determined the coordinates and are busy setting up the altar.
In Paradise, Pandora advanced the transformation process while directing her mechanical forces to eliminate the stranded creatures that approached Paradise.
All of this was observed by a creation without self-awareness.
It sees, it judges, it makes decisions.
[A chosen one has been detected attempting to cross the barrier. This has been approved, and the final trial for the current version is now open ahead of schedule.]
The moment the judgment was made, the creation sent a signal into the depths of the void, according to a predetermined procedure, to several worlds within it.
Therefore, all chosen ones, regardless of which world they are located in, receive a notification from the Evolution Game as long as their power reaches a certain standard.
[The Final Trial has begun ahead of schedule. All A-rank and above chosen ones will be teleported to the Final Trial world in three days.]
For a moment, countless people stopped what they were doing, their expressions ranging from bewilderment to surprise.
The weak chosen ones were at a loss, while the strong ones, who knew the inside story, quickly began to prepare.
The director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs had a somber expression, and an old man sat opposite him.
With an air of otherworldly grace, white hair and a youthful face, his temperament is more like the eternal, unchanging heavens than humans.
Yet, even this indifferent person couldn't help but frown and show a change in emotion upon learning of the final trial.
"It's too early," the old man said. "The final trial of this generation's evolution game has come far too soon."
"Indeed," the director nodded, "I suspect that someone touched that barrier, which caused the trial to be brought forward."
"But how is that possible? Even we old folks have to unlock our power step by step, focusing only on quantity, unable to undergo further transformation. How could someone possibly reach that stage ahead of time?"
The old man said in a low voice.
The bureau chief remained silent. Rationally speaking, he also felt it was impossible, but he had just subconsciously thought of a certain person, or rather, a certain deity.
"Could He do it?" he couldn't help but wonder.
The old man said, "Now that things have come to this, you should think about how to deal with the final trial. If you fail, then your world will face that."
As the sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect, he has survived more than one evolution game and has witnessed the world sinking into crisis of trials.
What happens to Xuanxing is not of much concern to him; at worst, he can simply move on again and set up a new world.
But the bureau chief on the other side was different. He was determined to continue his own world, and even if he died, he would not leave his hometown like the old man and the others.
This is the difference between two types of people, and also the difference in their beliefs.