Chapter 647
A Loyal Heart Will Ultimately Lead to Victory
In August of the 5934th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, through the endless calculations and deductions of the eleventh generation of the Crimson Heart, the ancient framework of divine military power finally burst forth with a revolutionary spark.
That wasn't a simple iteration, but a complete reconstruction of everything from energy conduction paths to the way rules were integrated.
The core of military technology, like a hungry star, has begun to actively absorb and weave the laws governed by the true god.
[Following the breakthrough was the forced restriction brought about by the leap in divine power military capabilities.]
Only the divine thought of the true god of rules can enter that control unit, which is filled with nerve-like pathways.
[Anyone who is not a true god will be absorbed and assimilated upon entering!]
[For a true god to enter, their divine essence must act as a catalyst, and divine power as a medium, in order to initiate that ultra-long-range attack that transcends endless dimensions.]
What's even more subtle is that rules of different natures produce vastly different effects.
When a second-tier rule master fully immerses themselves in it, the array within the military system vibrates wildly, purifying, amplifying, and qualitatively transforming the power they input.
The final, devastating torrent was comparable to a full-force attack from a top-tier true god.
This is no longer a tool, but a terrifying amplifier of the true God's authority.
When the core members of the Red Heart Society witnessed the test launch results, their long-standing fatigue was instantly ignited, transforming into a burning ecstasy.
But this ecstasy was short-lived; the cold reality washed back like a tidal wave.
The founder they revered as a god, the towering being who was burning everything on the distant front with himself as fuel, remained trapped in a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness.
No matter how powerful the military force, it cannot be delivered to his side, nor can it relieve his burning pain.
In the long run, this technology undoubtedly illuminates the dawn of the next era.
But right now, in this bleeding, burning world, it's like a divine weapon that can't be delivered, leaving one feeling utterly anxious and powerless.
After a brief silence, the light in the researchers' eyes once again settled into a cold, obsessive flame. A larger laboratory rose from the dead silence, and more complex blueprints covered the walls.
An arms race against time has swept through every corner of the Red Heart Society with even greater frenzy.
In May of the 6039th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the final battle reached its brutal climax.
The vast and boundless hellish land was cleaved in two by an extremely dazzling flame, amidst a deafening roar that surpassed the hearing threshold of all living beings!
That flame was no ordinary fire; it was the manifestation of will and law burning to their utmost, carrying an aura of resolute annihilation.
The solid walls of Hell crumbled like fragile glass, turning into countless burning fragments and shattered continental plates, which were tossed from their original positions in a fierce spatial storm.
[Then it was swallowed up by the countless spatial rifts you deliberately created in the darkness, and then randomly tossed into whichever desolate or dangerous corner of the universe.]
However, even as Hell endured this catastrophic catastrophe, its instinctive, all-consuming aggression did not diminish in the slightest.
Instead, fueled by despair, he grew increasingly mad, unleashing even more fury and power upon the neighboring abyssal territories.
The abyss's territory is constantly melting under the relentless erosion of malice, and the sea of black mud, a symbol of corruption and depravity, is drying up and evaporating at a visible rate.
[While the seemingly most peaceful spirit world is rife with an even more deadly descent.]
The power of the Abyss's authority, like invisible spores, has long since permeated the very foundations of its world, and is now quietly fermenting and growing in the deepest recesses of the River of Souls.
All of this caused the Spirit Realm's control over its boundless soul power and dream realm to become sluggish and filled with unwanted noise. The three worlds groaned and twisted in agony.
Neither side is happy.
[And at the eye of this storm, you, who ignited yourself and transformed into that initial, hell-tearing flame, are enduring endless torment far exceeding the sum of all others.]
[Spontaneous combustion of divine essence, divine soul, divine body...]
All concepts constituting existence have been transformed into fuel, thrown into this eternally burning inferno.
Without the seductive whispers of the abyss to fuel your fire, and without the pure soul power of the spirit realm to temper it, your burning has long since exceeded the limits of safety.
Right now, every inch of your existence is screaming, evaporating, and irreversibly heading towards nothingness.
But your will, like starlight refined countless times, grows ever colder and harder in the flames.
You clearly calculate the ticking timeline of your existence, resolutely choosing to compress it in exchange for a more intense and extreme outburst in every moment.
Rather than slowly fading away, let it burst into the brightest light in the shortest time, burning away the final act of violence.
The rational weighing of options is crystal clear in your mind.
The most cost-effective approach at this moment would be to coordinate with Hell's offensive to jointly suppress the Abyss and the Spirit Realm, maintaining that cruel balance and weakening all three together.
But your gaze has already pierced through the pervasive smoke and destruction before you, firmly locking onto that still hazy next time and space.
You know that with your next awakening and your next journey, you will return with a more complete status and greater power.
At that time, the so-called immortal world will not be something that cannot be overthrown.
Among all realms, Hell has the shallowest foundation and the relatively weakest strength, making it undoubtedly the most suitable target as the first specimen and testing ground for the future.
Therefore, you must seize every moment of this opportunity—gained through self-immolation and placing yourself on the front lines of war—and observe and collect information like the most meticulous anatomist.
[The subtle patterns of the collapse of the Hellish boundary under extreme violence, and the rhythmic flow of its primordial power in the process of being injured and retaliating.]
[This even includes the ripples of rules that arise when its world will experiences pain, ripples that are imperceptible to ordinary people.]
Everything, big and small, becomes data, transforming into a cold torrent of information, frantically recorded and analyzed by your burning will.
This pain is no longer just a simple drain; it becomes the most brutal yet most precious exploration, laying the foundation for your future.
Every tremor of hell, every mournful cry from the boundary walls, every fragment of law scattered as a demon god falls.
All the struggles add bloody footnotes to your grand blueprint for how to utterly destroy hell.
You firmly believe that your future self in the next timeline will definitely not be like this!
The brilliance of a loyal heart will shine through the ages!
When the final battle comes, no force can stop the rise of the loyal.
[With unwavering loyalty, victory will ultimately be yours!] (End of Chapter)