Chapter 1152
The Tragic Hero of the Great Mu Kingdom
Chapter 1152 The Tragic Hero of the Great Mu Kingdom
At 11:59 PM, Heaven completed its extermination order against Atlantos.
Above the sky, the lingering flames resembled a belated dusk, casting a dark red glow on the sea. The air was thick with the scorching smell of high temperatures followed by cooling, a mixture of salt, ash, and water vapor that had been evaporated and then condensed again.
Xia Xiu stood on the open ground where ruins met the coastline, his silver cane hanging at his side. His great spirituality naturally subsided on his body. He simply raised his hand, and the [Möbius strip] silently unfolded in the space.
Survivors scattered among the wreckage of various states and cities were transported here in batches.
Encouraged by Xia Xiu, the survivors who were suddenly teleported here took off their hoods. They stood close together and looked like a flock of lambs.
The survivors looked up at the still-burning horizon, watching the outlines of the once-belonging Atlantos slowly cool, collapse, and disappear.
The survivors, watching all this, did not show jubilation or relief, but rather a blank, distorted expression—as if they were witnessing Judgment Day but found themselves unsure whether to feel fear or relief.
Some people instinctively hugged their children tighter, some hunched their shoulders as if worried that the sky would crack open again in the next second; most people just stood silently, everything happened so suddenly, they hadn't even reacted yet.
The four sword-wielding men stood a short distance away. Mu spoke first:
"While you are carrying out the extermination order, I have already notified the Ethics Committee and established a stable channel through the Etita Parallel Connector. The receiving window is being generated, and the committee members will arrive soon. These poor children will be taken away from this world line and put into the subsequent resettlement process."
Saint Valentine looked up at the sky, his gaze passing over the lingering remnants of the low-synchronous orbit, landing in a deeper and more distant place.
"The destruction of Atlantos, coupled with the successive deaths of two anomalous historical kings, has already triggered a significant backlash within this timeline."
"Malice is gathering, not against any one person, but against the external interference itself. The world here is beginning to curse us."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, all four people present clearly felt the change.
A sense of repulsion emanated from the environment itself—the air became stagnant, the undercurrents beneath the sea surface began to churn, and the still-warm earth's crust in the distance emitted subtle but persistent tremors.
The entire planet is re-evaluating the boundaries between friend and foe.
This is a feedback mechanism akin to the will of a planet, lacking personality yet carrying a clear direction—rejection, expulsion, and curse!?
The second swordsman, Qasim, remained silent for a moment, feeling the malice and rejection surging from the depths of the world, before slowly exhaling.
"...This backlash will not dissipate on its own."
He turned to look at Mu, his voice lowering, "If we continue to delay, the malice of the world line will only focus on itself, forming new anomalous anchor points."
Mu stood at the very front, his gaze calm and profound, and slowly nodded, saying:
"Indeed, the planet's will is trying to drive us away. It has placed several curses on us; contact with seawater will cause corrosion, breathing air will cause viral infections, and standing on the earth will be hated by all living things..."
Xia Xiu shrugged indifferently and said, "But it's useless against us. The curse of the Beast of Error looks like it's just being coquettish."
Faced with the curse of the planet's will, the great spirituality of the four sword-wielders instantly annihilated it. Therefore, in their eyes, His curse was indeed like a childish joke, which is laughable.
At this point, the second swordsman, Qasim, took over the conversation, saying, "Since the Beast of Error has already reacted, there is no need to give it time to reorganize its narrative authority."
He looked at Saint Valentine and nodded slightly, as if asking for a suggestion rather than giving a command:
“Soren, next you need to release the Spear of Adun, and use it to directly target the extraordinary individuals with high strategic value, and directly kill all the high-ranking members of the Sea Siege.”
Saint Valentine: "Yes."
He then turned his gaze back to Mu, his tone becoming serious: "As for Lord Mu... I hope you can activate the biological annihilation device on [Canaan]."
"The five space-based weapons will be put into operation simultaneously under the mass extermination order—but the premise remains the same: all operations must be carried out while protecting, searching for and transferring survivors."
After listening to Mu Jingjing's words, his gaze swept over the gathering crowd, then looked at the still-burning embers in the sky, before finally nodding slowly.
"can."
Then, the second swordsman turned his gaze to Xia Xiu and said to him:
“Abraham, the weapon of civilization suppression of Armand is in your hands. After the Ethics Committee completes the search for survivors and the main Sealing nation structure of this timeline is destroyed, you will activate it to carry out the final purification—leaving no possibility for the Sealings to be resurrected, lie dormant, or retell themselves.”
Xia Xiu didn't say much, only nodded briefly.
"clear."
Just as the four completed their final confirmation, a deep and steady tremor echoed from the depths of space.
The channel of the Etita Parallel Connector was reopened, and a pure white ship slowly entered the near orbit of this world line.
The ship's lines were simple yet dignified, devoid of any overt weaponry, yet it possessed an inherent sense of order that compelled one to slow down. Its hull was covered with multiple layers of optical and spiritual composite armor, and its sides were engraved with a clear and solemn number—[Ethics Committee Direct Ship: Noah's Ark].
As space detection signals unfolded layer by layer, and the ark's hatch opened after confirming that the environment was safe.
A gentle beam of light descended upon the ground, and the members of the Ethics Committee swiftly and methodically began guiding the survivors onto the ship. There were no shouts, no frantic commands; everything proceeded in a restrained and precise rhythm.
On the other side, the four swordsmen had already dispersed again.
A new round of extermination orders has begun to be implemented.
Their next target, simultaneously marked in the celestial dome and genealogical network, is the Great Mu Kingdom.
It was a true maritime kingdom, built on vast ocean currents and fractured continents. Cities were connected by floating structures, and its civilization was highly maritime. Temples and royal courts were suspended on deep-sea ridges.
There were no traces of human habitation there, nor any signals of survivors. Only a pure marine civilization thrived and grew amidst the waves and undercurrents, proclaiming itself the order of the deep sea in the name of a kingdom.
That was a deep-sea kingdom entirely established by the Fish-Flesh Cult, and the second country they wanted to exterminate.
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The Great Mu Kingdom, an ancient throne above the deep sea.
This is one of the earliest lineages of the Fish Meat Cult, and also its most fanatical and stubborn core nation.
In the deepest part of the kingdom, in the central council chamber composed of ancient bones and a black temple, the leader of the Great Mu Kingdom sat upon the Throne of the Tides. His body no longer maintained a single form; scales and tentacles intertwined, his back undulating like a mountain range, and when his head was lowered, several layers of compound eyes slowly opened and closed in the shadows, as if listening to echoes from the depths of the world.
At this moment, the echo is becoming noisy.
Above the council chamber, several communication projections constructed from deep-sea spirituality lit up in succession. These were not light screens, but rather compressed water bubbles, with symbolic emblems of different countries appearing on their walls.
The royal court of the Sargasso Sea, the Echoing Hall of the Kingdom of Lemuria, the Kingdom of Varuna, the Great Lakes Confederation of the Inner Temple, and the Kingdom of Pannonia Salmonari all joined this hasty and chaotic communication almost simultaneously.
Fear flowed between the bubbles, making no attempt to conceal it.
"Los Santos has been confirmed to have disappeared."
"The Old Silver Mountain... Norton, the King of the Abnormal, has been executed."
"Platinum Palace is out of contact, and Theodore Roosevelt's lifeline has been reset to zero."
After a brief silence, the bubbles vibrated violently, and some projections even showed unstable tears, as if the transmission itself was bearing the weight of panic.
"That wasn't war, but the legendary... natural disaster."
Someone uttered the word in an almost aphoniac tone, and the word was quickly repeated, amplified, and confirmed in the courtroom.
——【Unusual Natural Disasters: Heaven】
Four sword-wielding angels from a legendary catastrophe, four beings who need no reason and refuse to negotiate, are slaughtering the Sealings, settling accounts with the nation, and eradicating the lineage in a completely undisguised manner.
They did not come to conquer the world, but to end it all and bring destruction to this world.
"It's been confirmed." "It's not a misjudgment, and it's not a localized conflict."
"Atlantos... has been erased."
Each piece of intelligence read aloud was like a nail, making the air in the chamber even more deathly silent.
Those names that were once considered unshakeable, miracle workers who could not be challenged, and irreversible historical turning points were uprooted in just one day.
"They are advancing. Their calamity weapons have begun to move, and the number of weapons has increased from three to five. The next marked area... Mu Continent."
The voice in the communication bubble sounded like it had been crushed by seawater. When the last few words fell, the sound of the tide in the council chamber paused for a moment, and all the Sea Heirs turned their gazes toward the leader of the Great Mu Kingdom.
The leader of the Great Mu Kingdom finally raised his head.
"Natural disaster has struck."
As he spoke, the seabed patterns below the council chamber glowed faintly, and the tides, as if they had heard the king's command, began to swirl at an abnormal frequency.
"Heaven... is destroying all civilizations on this earth."
"It's too late for reinforcements."
Instead of avoiding the facts, he used them as a knife, first cutting open his own throat so that everyone could smell the blood.
"The location of Mu Continent has become the bullseye in their eyes. Five calamity weapons are hanging in the sky, and it's only a matter of time before they fall."
"I no longer hope to evacuate, much less to negotiate—natural disasters don't bargain with their prey."
He raised a hand covered in scales, his five fingers slowly closing, as if he were shaping the scattered fear into a stone that could be thrown.
"I hope that all the nations, states, and dioceses that are still struggling to recover will hear what I am about to say."
His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a roar from the depths of an ocean trench, pressing down layer by layer.
"From this moment forward, all infighting based on outdated rituals ceases; all disputes over tidal taxes and sacrificial rights are frozen; all fleets, all legions, all priests, all warriors who can stand—unite!!!"
"All Haisi civilizations should unite at this moment!"
The leader of the Great Mu Kingdom spoke in a low voice, without trembling, as if this apocalypse was not sudden, but an inevitable chapter already written into his faith.
“Tell all nations, lineages, and classes of the Haisi—from this moment on, all old grudges, old debts, and old conflicts must cease.”
"There will no longer be a distinction between deep sea and shallow sea, between ancient lineage and new lineage, or debates about who is superior or inferior, who should be devoured, or who should be worshipped."
He slowly raised his head, his compound eyes contracting simultaneously, as if gazing at an invisible storm approaching.
“Let the lineage leaders step out of their respective temples, let them stop eroding and preying on each other, consolidate their authority, and make their power equal.”
"Go and awaken those two kings of extraordinary history."
When he said those words, there was no reverence or contempt, only a judgment so calm it was almost cruel.
"No matter what crowns they wear, no matter which false glory they are still indulging in, tell them—if this world is erased, history itself will no longer need the concept of kings."
"They will either stand side by side now, or be forgotten together after the natural disaster."
There was a brief moment of silence in the hall, as if everyone was processing the weight of the order.
He slowly opened his arms, as if to lift up the entire kingdom, or as if to push himself out.
"Gather all active fleets, deploy all available superhuman units to the front lines, and unite all forces still willing to fight for civilization into a defensive line."
"At this moment, the entire Haisi civilization will unite to fight against this apocalyptic catastrophe and wage this final war!!!"
The water layer above the dome was trembling slightly, as if pulled by some unseen pressure. Ancient and heavy ocean currents changed direction outside the palace, and even the unchanging deep ocean currents began to show subtle but irreversible disturbances.
What he saw in his compound eyes was not a specific scene, but an approaching, unmistakable shadow—a sign that the destruction of civilization was on track.
But there was no fear, no hysterical anger, and no frantic prayer before his death in his expression.
There was only a cold, hard calm.
"I will stay."
This statement was not lofty, nor even particularly impassioned, yet it was like an anchor sinking into the deep sea, stirring up a belated tremor in the hearts of all who heard it.
“I will stand alone on the continent of Mu to greet them.”
"I will die in my country."
“If the Great Mu Kingdom is destined to perish,” his voice was low and steady, “then it should at least fall as a fortress, rather than be silently erased.”
This is not a fantasy of victory, but a stubborn insistence on meaning.
“If we can slow down the catastrophe even a little,” he continued, the outline of destruction reflected in his compound eyes becoming increasingly clear, “if we can make the Kingdom of Heaven hesitate for even a moment, other civilizations will have a better chance of survival.”
A deathly silence fell briefly inside the hall.
The leaders of the Sea Nation, connected to this place through communication projections, deep-sea channels, and spiritual circuits, remained silent at this moment. The enmity, plunder, bloodshed, and betrayal that once stood between them seemed so insignificant and outdated in the face of this declaration, as if belonging to another era that had long since passed.
"Go and pass the order."
The leader of the Great Mu Kingdom finally issued the final instructions.
"Let all the Sea Heirs understand—this is not the end of any one kingdom."
His voice echoed in the deep sea, spreading outwards in layers.
"This is a battle for the survival of the entire civilization."
Communication was lost one by one.
In distant seas, in abyssal kingdoms, among floating city-states and sunken royal courts, one after another, the leaders of the Sea Heirs silently bowed their heads, paying tribute in their own ways to this pioneer of civilization who chose to die.
Subsequently, orders were issued, the fleet began to move, and for the first time, the Sea Siege lineages no longer viewed each other with hostility, but instead focused their forces in the same direction.
The leader of the Great Mu Kingdom no longer looked at the command network that had already begun to operate.
He turned and walked alone toward the observation dome in the very center of the deep-sea palace.
Through the thick layer of water, he looked up at the sky above, a sky that did not exist in the deep sea.
There, he could clearly feel a cold, orderly will that made no attempt to conceal its existence, slowly lowering the altitude.
Natural disaster weapons have already taken over the skies above the continent of Mu.
The deep sea trembled, civilization held its breath, and he stood still, waiting quietly.
The next second, a huge tungsten rod fell from the sky.
boom------!!!!