The gloomy, heavy clouds were stained a bizarre blue, and even the setting sun in the distance emitted an unsettling pink.
If it were any other time, Luo Ji wouldn't mind ordering a cup of coffee and finding a spot with an excellent view to slowly enjoy this breathtaking scenery.
But now, he wasn't in the mood.
Luo Ji, leaning on his sword, looked around blankly, his heart feeling as if it had been squeezed, in unbearable pain!
At that moment, the Holy Terra Alliance Senate, which once symbolized human civilization, represented the most supreme will of all humanity, and unified billions of people, had, in the satellite holographic image, become a terrifying human purgatory.
A massive sacrificial ritual had caused more than half of the nearly one million people in the entire city to evaporate. Thick, muddy blood covered every street as far as his eyes could see, and the air was filled with a rotten, nauseating stench!
If hell truly existed in the world, then—he believed this scene was the most authentic hell!
Hundreds of thousands of humans were sacrificed to that damned Loki, replaced by twisted and blasphemous monsters and Daemons that crawled out of human corpses and flesh!
Frederick Taylor, at the cost of hundreds of thousands of people's psychic energy, forcibly tore open the barrier between reality and the Warp, allowing the most terrifying Daemons he had ever seen in his dreams to descend upon this real world.
They were Tzeentch's Daemon legions!
And their numbers were rapidly increasing, with blue and pink Daemons being the first to arrive. As the 'cannon fodder' of Tzeentch's Daemon legions, they swarmed out from the ground, roads, sky, and even corpses, laughing maniacally, performing frenzied dances, and randomly spewing out ever-changing sorcerous flames, as if celebrating—another world had fallen into the hands of the great Lord of Change!
As the veil of reality was torn, an even more terrifying rift, like a 'scar of reality,' stretched across the sky!
Rotating Tzeentchian discs, carrying the Lord of Change, cut across the fragile veil of reality like streaks of rainbow, while the Lord of Change on them released chaotic sorcery, twisting the physical rules of reality, making the entire space appear in bizarre, superimposed, and cyclical non-logical forms.
The power of 'Tzeentch' was, step by step, devouring, twisting, and altering the rules of this world.
"At this point, do you still think you can turn the tide?"
Frederick Taylor, standing among the Daemons and controlling Tzeentch's Daemon legions, turned his gaze towards Luo Ji, who was barely standing in the ruins, leaning on his greatsword. The blue, constantly rotating geometric pupil in his forehead was full of mockery.
"No matter what you did just now, it's already too late. lord's glory has already descended, and no one can stop me now—not even Emrys!"
Luo Ji said nothing, gripping the huge sword hilt, barely lifting it, his gaze unwavering.
"Even if I'm the only one, I will stop you!"
At this moment, he seemed to understand.
What he wanted to protect was not humanity, nor the entire world. He was a selfish person, and didn't have such grand ideals or responsibilities.
He only wanted to protect—Zhuang Yan's world.
And Li Ye's daughter, her world!
For some reason, Frederick Taylor found the current Luo Ji very irritating, as if he had—stolen the glory that should have belonged to him.
He should be the one to save humanity!
It was he, Frederick Taylor, who saved humanity from the hands of the dark tyrant. What was wrong with believing in 'Tzeentch'?!
Was he supposed to just watch as humanity stepped into a dark and despairing future, losing their free will and living worse than beasts under the rule of that 'corpse-like thing'?
No!
Humanity must not be like this!
Only 'Tzeentch' could save humanity!
He had received 'revelation,' he was the 'savior,' but now Luo Ji—had stolen his light!
Intense and twisted jealousy made his already ugly face even more terrifying.
"You—are truly in the way. I originally wanted you to witness the future of humanity with your own eyes, but since you insist on seeking death, I will grant your wish!"
As a spellcaster, blessed by 'Tzeentch,' Frederick Taylor unhesitatingly waved his bone staff, letting out a silent roar.
Tzeentch's 'legions' summoned by him, as if receiving a command, all cast their malevolent gazes towards that unyielding figure in the ruins.
"Kill him."
Frederick Taylor's tone was indifferent.
He wanted to crush Luo Ji, as easily and effortlessly as crushing an ant!
This was simply the most desperate scene!
The protagonist in a movie, alone, facing a Daemon legion as vast as mountains and seas, each Daemon's ferocious roar and terrifying Warp power twisted every inch of land and sky!
Luo Ji gripped his lion sword and took a deep breath.
He didn't know how long it would be until Emrys' 'reinforcements' arrived, but he knew—he had to hold his ground here!
Humanity would never retreat a single step!
He liked to escape, but don't forget—in his bones flowed the blood and will of the Heroes of the ancient Eastern kingdom!
Rather die than yield!
This was probably the last time—Luo Ji's mind involuntarily conjured the faces of Zhuang Yan, Shi Qiang, and Li Ye. He couldn't help but lick his lips, his eyes like a bloodthirsty beast.
"Ha, wait, I'm coming for you all soon!"
Kill one, break even; kill two—profit!
Luo Ji took a deep breath of the air, thick with smoke and despair, preparing for a desperate fight. The remaining psychic power was injected into his 'lion sword.' Just as he was about to step towards death—
Zzzzzzz—
Suddenly, all the surrounding broadcasts emitted a sharp, hoarse static sound.
But the static was very faint.
Luo Ji even thought it was his imagination.
But then, more and more broadcast devices in the ruins and crumbling walls, as if by prior agreement, emitted piercing static sounds, as if something was trying to break through this battlefield affected by Tzeentch's magic!
No, it wasn't an illusion!
Luo Ji was stunned, seemingly forgetting what kind of battlefield he was on. A faint, tiny hope surged from the depths of his heart.
Time, at this moment, was long and viscous!
Zzzzt, crack!
There were a few more intermittent crackles, but this time, in the gaps and intervals of the static, it seemed to carry something else—
A voice!
Finally, a deep, low voice struggled, breaking through the thick curtain of interference, severely distorted yet incredibly clear, piercing Luo Ji's eardrums!
"Mount Tai—calling Luo Ji—"
"This is—Asia-Pacific Combined Legion Command. Please do not give up hope. We—are with you!"
"Received, please respond!"
"We need your coordinates!"
It was, it was, it was them—at this moment, the grievances in Luo Ji's heart found an outlet, as if he had returned home.
"I, I am at—where are you? Repeat, where are you? How—how do I report my coordinate position?!"
"No need."
"Coordinates confirmed!"
"Fighter sequence in position!"
"Naval artillery forces in position!"
"Ground armored legions in position!"
"Comrade Luo Ji, we—have arrived—!"
We, have arrived!
These simple four words were like a violent lightning bolt, tearing through the dense darkness, and like a heavy hammer, smashing the solidified despair!
Almost at the same moment the voice on the broadcast fell—!
Boom—!!!
The sky to the northeast, that expanse covered by dust and low-hanging dark clouds, was suddenly ripped open!
Several shadowy, elongated silhouettes, flashing navigation lights, with their unique ginkgo leaf shape, like legendary sharp swords cutting through chaos, fiercely pierced through the clouds, with a resolute, unyielding posture, breaking through Tzeentch's mist.