Chapter 1153
[Day 2 of Judgment: The Day of the Fall of the Great Mu Kingdom]
Chapter 1153 [The Second Day of Judgment: The Day of the Fall of the Great Mu Kingdom]
极鲨历2012年，12月22日，03:25.
The water pressure suddenly surged, and hundreds of millions of tons of seawater sank simultaneously, the remnants of civilization emitting a low, long groan in the darkness. The ancient palaces, altars, and skeletal cities built upon the ruins of the Mu continent fell into a deathly silence at that moment.
boom--------!!!!!!
The world seemed to have been punched hard by an invisible hand.
The entire sea area where Mu Continent is located collapsed inwards after this attack.
The seawater was instantly compressed and evaporated, and then pulled back in the next instant, forming a destructive shock wave that spread outward.
The seabed, stretching for tens of kilometers, was flattened, and the ancient city structure was completely crushed into a cloud of swirling debris and dust before it could even collapse.
Above the waters of the Great Mu Kingdom, the controlled Hornet hovered silently. The sea in the distance was still churning violently, and the aftershocks that had not yet subsided gave the water an unnatural undulating pattern.
On the bridge deck, four swordsmen stood side by side, their gazes passing over the churning seawater and landing on the newly smoothed deep-sea area.
Above the sky, five space-based weapons, like five indifferent stars, hung steadily in their synchronous orbits, casting shadows that enveloped the ruins of the entire underwater kingdom.
The First Swordsman of Heaven – [The Spear of Adun].
The second sword-bearers of the Kingdom of Heaven—Sodom and Gomorrah.
The third swordsman of the Kingdom of Heaven—Canaan.
The fourth swordsman of the Kingdom of Heaven—the Sword of Damocles.
Not long ago, Saint Valentine, the first swordsman, completed his final positioning with the Spear of Adun.
Target locked.
Track calibration.
Throwing permission revoked.
In that instant, the space-based platform where the Spear of Adun was located opened its outer armor, and the internal throwing pod slowly unfolded, like an ancient and calm instrument of torture.
When the [Throwing Object - Spear of Adun], which shares the same name as the platform, was released, it simply fell quietly, yet it carried with it an inescapable inevitability.
It shares the same striking characteristic as the Sword of Damocles—absolute accuracy.
Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes.
His great spirituality had already pierced through the churning seawater and fallen into the slowly cooling deep-sea ruins.
The royal court that originally belonged to the Great Mu Kingdom has disappeared, leaving only a huge, indented crater. And at the deepest part of that crater, something is still moving.
He saw it.
The enormous figure was crushed beneath the collapsed ruins. It was the leader of the Great Mu Kingdom, who had grown to a gigantic size. His outer shell was shattered in large areas, and his blood, under high pressure, turned into a dark cloud that slowly spread.
Several bone-like structures supporting the body had broken, and the ancient aura of faith that once enveloped the entire body had been forcibly torn apart, leaving only a discontinuous and chaotic fluctuation struggling in the ruins.
“He’s not dead,” Xia Xiu said calmly.
Saint Valentine's gaze did not waver; he merely nodded slightly, his tone as indifferent as if discussing an unfinished process.
"Then let's do two more."
The moment the words fell, the Spear of Adun in the sky began to move again.
The loading structure inside the platform recloses and rotates, and the spare projectile is quickly pushed into the launch track.
The energy lock was released, the orbital correction was completed, and all parameters were synchronized in less than a second.
When the second throw began, the sky did not emit any further unusual phenomena.
The space-based platform where the Spear of Adun was located made a barely perceptible adjustment to its posture, like an executioner so skilled that he no longer needed to regulate his breathing, raising the instrument of torture in his hand once again.
This time, however, what slid out from the belly of the platform was not a single projectile, but two elongated structures that were completely synchronized yet intertwined.
This is a conceptual entity permeated by the great spirituality of the First Swordholder.
The moment the two Spears of Adun detached from the platform, the physical contours of their outer shells began to change. The originally cold and hard alloy structure was stretched and reshaped, gradually revealing the shape of longswords.
Even more terrifying is that they did not fall individually, but were forcibly bound together by some higher order, intertwined and resonating with each other.
The great spirituality of Saint Valentine, like an invisible spine, runs through both weapons.
[High Orbit World Cannon Loading - Spear of Adun -]
Deep beneath the sea, the leader of the Great Mu Kingdom is attempting to reconstruct his body.
His tattered body writhed in the seawater, its broken structure forcibly pieced back together. Ancient faith and fanaticism still sustained him, preventing him from collapsing. He sensed the approaching second blow, yet he couldn't discern the direction, nor could he comprehend whether the act of "escape" still held any meaning.
Because the moment these two Spears of Adun were released, the target was already "pinned" to the end.
When they passed through the seawater, they did not cause the same violent disturbance as before.
The moment the high-pressure water layer came into contact with the sword's edge, it seemed to be deliberately pushed aside by some invisible rule, causing the seawater to separate and solidify, forming two brief vacuum channels.
next moment.
Click—!
Click—!
Two longswords, imbued with great spirituality, pierced the massive body simultaneously from different angles. One pierced straight down, penetrating the head and core; the other cut in from the side, completely tearing apart the still-reconstructing torso.
The power of the [Miracle Worker] was fully unleashed at this moment; wherever the sword's edge reached, any defense, regeneration, or blessing of faith became meaningless.
Before the Spear of Adun fell, the leader of the Great Mu Kingdom was not idle; beneath this torn deep sea dome, he burned with all his might.
Before the [Spear of Adun] descended, he thought of the billions upon billions of his fellow Sealings, a magnificent prayer that was the overlapping of countless Sealings' prayers in the abyss, transforming into layer upon layer of defense that was almost tangible; it was the last will of civilization, a magnificent bulwark built in the name of the continuation of the race.
The patriarch of the Sea Lineage launched a final assault on the Spear of Adun.
Before his consciousness completely collapsed, he even made a final declaration to the void, attempting to transform his death into the spark for his successors.
But all of this seems far too... ridiculous in the face of a real natural disaster.
The moment the Spear of Adun fell, there was no confrontation, no stalemate, and no process worthy of being called a "great battle".
That defense, built from sacrifice, vows, and fanaticism, was wiped away like graffiti the moment the swords touched, leaving not even a trace of resistance.
His deadly strike didn't even earn a second glance from the swordsman of Heaven.
The deep sea fell completely silent at that moment.
All the water flow stopped, and all the vibrations returned to zero.
The body of the leader of the Great Mu Kingdom was fixed to the seabed by two crossed spears of Adun, like a specimen nailed to the bottom of the world.
The remaining consciousness didn't even have time to utter a complete wail before it was crushed by the great spirituality, leaving only a wisp of energy that quickly faded away.
【极鲨历2012年，12月22日，03:30】
[Target: Great Mu Kingdom]
The four sword-wielding warriors of Heaven have arrived above their target area.
[The First Swordsman of Heaven, the Spear of Adun - Throw Completed]
[Target Core: Leader of the Great Mu Kingdom – Confirmed Execution]
……
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Above the underwater ruins, the two long swords still stood there, like tombstones erected for this ancient kingdom.
On the bridge deck, Xia Xiu withdrew his gaze, his tone casually almost indifferent: "This time we're dead."
Meanwhile, Mu, the third swordsman of the Heavenly Kingdom, looked beyond the still-cooling sea surface and down to the deeper, still vast, seabed.
That was the true territory of the Great Mu Kingdom, a unified civilization composed of countless colonies, city-states, and deep-sea structures. The attack just now was merely a decapitation.
“Let me handle this,” Mu said, his voice steady and restrained. “This is an underwater kingdom; relying solely on pinpoint kills and physical attacks isn’t very efficient.”
He raised his hand, and the projection of great spirituality began to unfold in the space.
“My calamities are stored in Canaan; it is perfectly suited for extinction of this scale.”
Above the sky, the celestial platform belonging to the third swordsman began to slowly adjust its orbit.
The colossal structure slightly deflected at the boundary between near-Earth and higher dimensions, like an altar suspended in the heavens, aligning itself with the location of the offering. The flowing light patterns on the platform's surface lit up one by one, each light like a symbol being ignited, silent and cold.
Immediately afterwards, system feedback from [Canaan] appeared line by line in the void.
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[Heavenly Arsenal - Third Swordholder Authorization Confirmed] [Platform Name: Canaan]
[Type of attack: Third Swordholder's Private Armory - Ten Calamities Sequence]
[Target Type: Deep-sea Civilization/Underwater Kingdom/High-Density Life Cluster]
[Currently accessing: Natural Disaster Catalog]
Should a phased extinction program be implemented?
【no--】
[Activate a single natural disaster]
[Catalogue search complete—]
[Selected Natural Disaster: The Sixth]
Natural disasters and scourges—
[Coverage Area: The entire deep sea area of the Mu Continent]
[Method of propagation: Water synchronicity/spiritual resonance]
Should we proceed?
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Mu didn't pause at all and said directly:
"implement."
The moment the command was given, the core structure of [Canaan] emitted an extremely faint hum.
The sound wasn't loud, and it couldn't even be detected by normal hearing, yet it was like an irreversible judgment, directly written into the underlying rules of this world.
Immediately afterwards, the projection device beneath the space-based platform slowly activated, releasing a layer of gray mist-like substance.
Xia Xiu looked at Canaan with curiosity, and saw the platform begin to scatter furnace ash into the sea.
Yes, it's furnace ash.
—After high-dimensional calibration, the grayish-white particles are precisely dispersed into the circulation system of the entire ocean.
The entire body of water seemed to have been injected with a new pathological law.
"The third swordsman of Heaven took out the ashes from the Cataclysmic Furnace and threw them into the sky, where they became sores on the bodies of the sea creatures and the livestock—"
"Those who practice sorcery cannot stand before Mu, for this sore is present on all those who practice sorcery and on all the sea creatures—"
The ashes scattered by Mu caused a massive crisis of civilization extinction for the Great Mu Kingdom.
The deep-sea city clusters were still functioning.
Ancient stone temples and domes woven from biological structures undulated slowly in the ocean currents, priests were still offering their final prayers, and the kingdom's broadcast network continued to repeat reassuring messages.
But then they were unable to speak, because... the water had changed.
It's not a change in color, but a change in texture.
It was a foreign sensation that couldn't be filtered or rejected, like extremely fine dust slipping in between the gills, seeping through the skin, and awakening in the blood.
Initially, there was no pain, only an untimely itching, like an illusion, or a hallucination brought on by the pressure of deep sea water.
Minor errors began to appear in the city's operation.
The patrolling individuals slowed their swimming speed, the resonant frequency of the ritual node deviated, and the larvae in the nest suddenly stopped developing.
Then, different individuals within the civilization began to realize that something was wrong.
An ordinary sea lord of the Great Mu Kingdom; he was on duty at the edge of the Coral District, his only responsibility being to guide the lower-ranking clansmen through.
Suddenly, he felt a slight throbbing pain under his scales, as if something was pushing against him from the inside.
He instinctively raised his hand, but froze the moment he touched it.
His skin was cracked, not in the way of tearing, but rather like the peel of a ripe fruit, splitting open on its own.
The warm liquid spread in the water, and he tried to call for help, only to find that his vocal structures had begun to spasm uncontrollably.
The pain truly arrived at this moment, clear and direct, without any buffer.
He tried to swim, but found that his body no longer obeyed his commands.
More similar reactions came from around them: some people crashed into buildings, some lost their bearings, and some simply stood still, looking down at their disintegrating bodies, as if trying to confirm whether it was an illusion.
he died.
A priestess; she is deep within the temple, maintaining the connection with the core of the lineage.
She was among the first to feel the loss of contact when disaster struck.
Her prayers were not rejected, but they were not heard.
Immediately afterwards, ulcers appeared on her arms.
She attempted to invoke the healing spell, but the spell failed to land on its target. Finally realizing this, she knelt in the hall, her forehead pressed against the cold ground, and began to pray to the great beast of error.
Unfortunately, all that awaited her was... death.
Then there are the juveniles, not yet fully grown; they hide in a corner of the nest, and the world suddenly becomes unusually quiet in their eyes.
One by one, the lights went out, the water became murky, and he saw the elderly person in charge of care collapse, but he couldn't understand the true meaning of the word "death."
His skin began to feel hot.
He wanted to cry, but found that even his instinctive survival response had been weakened.
His vision gradually blurred, and his last sensation was a kind of emptiness spreading from within. He was lucky because the natural disaster did not cause him too much pain.
This is the angel's "mercy" towards him.
Finally, there is the entire kingdom.
The communication network was completely paralyzed within minutes, with no surviving nodes able to continue relaying signals.
The deep sea has returned to silence.
Those lives that once thought they belonged to an ancient lineage and were protected by history and faith have stopped moving one by one.
Their deaths were neither spectacular nor dramatic, but utterly thorough.
It was as if an entire civilization had been gently pressed down by an unseen hand—the end.
On this gradually cooling deep-sea ruin, no response came.
Only the calamity itself accomplished what it was meant to accomplish.
The entire ocean entered a state of almost unreal tranquility.
All the fluctuations, signals, and life rhythms belonging to the Great Mu Kingdom seemed to have their frequencies uniformly lowered after the Third Swordholder's calamity struck, slowly and orderly sinking into a state akin to slumber.
Xia Xiu stood at the edge of the deck, looking down at the sea below.
The furnace ash continued to float, settle, and spread in the water, turning the originally deep blue sea into a sickly and solemn grayish-white.
In that instant, his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
“…All things decay, but life is immortal.” He spoke in a low voice, “This is the domain of the Ether Lord Nag.”
Mu, who was standing to the side, did not answer immediately.
The elderly swordsman merely raised his right index finger. The ring reflected a subtle luster in the dim light, not the brilliance of a gemstone, but more like the wear and tear of something repeatedly touched. His gaze fell on the ring, his expression calm to the point of gentleness.
“I have been to Neg’s Garden.”
Mu's voice was calm and unhurried, without any exaggeration, "This is a gift I received from Him...".
Xia Xiu paused for a moment, then his gaze swept over the ash-covered sea once more, watching everything come to an end in silence.
He couldn't help but click his tongue slightly, as if he were quickly piecing together a scene in his mind that didn't need to be confirmed.
"You probably didn't burn down His garden, did you..."
Mu did not refute. He remained standing there, like an old tree that had weathered countless storms yet still stood upright, letting the ashes slowly fall from the other side of the world.
Thus the elder angel said:
"I only asked Him to stop spreading the Black Death on Terra... The Four Lords' antics always bring all sorts of disasters to our comrades on Terra, and all I can do is stop their antics when necessary."