Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 1181 - 527: The Arrival of the Main God! _2

"Hmm?"

The man in sunglasses suddenly had an idea.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly in the air.

Someone suddenly appeared.

—It was a man wearing a black top hat and holding a scepter.

Augustus!

He is the master of the Withering Scepter!

"What major event happened that made you call me over?" Augustus asked.

"This world retains too many traces of the Eternal World civilization... It’s not very convenient for us to manage. I’m here to change everyone, you are responsible for erasing all traces of technology."

The man in sunglasses said.

"Interesting, are you planning to make the civilization regress?" Augustus asked.

The man in sunglasses squatted down, pressed his hand on the ground, and said in a low voice:

—Let humanity be in the primitive era—no, in the Middle Ages, so they are easier to manage and cannot stir up any waves."

Threads of light lines emanated from his hand and swiftly spread across the earth.

In an instant.

On Earth.

All humans turned into indistinct shadows.

One breath.

Two breaths.

The third breath.

The girl walking across the parking lot appeared again.

This time.

She wore an ancient long dress, her expression natural, as if she belonged to that era.

As for her cellphone—

Augustus raised the Withering Scepter and said:

"The curtain falls on humanity’s civilization."

"All of you will wither here, helplessly returning to the backward and ignorant past era."

Bang.

The cellphone disappeared, transformed into a small round fan.

The girl, wearing an ancient long dress, holding the round fan, turned and walked away gracefully.

Las Vegas.

Xiao Mengyu watched the skyscrapers outside turning into low-rise houses and castles, picked up the cellphone, and quickly typed:

"This strength is too terrifying, don’t come back..."

Before finishing the line, the cellphone turned into parchment, and a quill appeared in her hand.

—She looked down and saw herself wearing a robe, veiled, surrounded by burning candles.

All modern things had vanished.

As for her memory—

Many things began to blur.

Who am I...

This city of exile in the desert, I’m in charge of part of it.

So—

I am the ruler here.

Those indistinct figures in my mind, who are they?

I can’t remember.

Xiao Mengyu stood there bewildered, unable to recall past events no matter how hard she tried.

At that moment.

From Eurasia to the Sahara, and from the depths of Antarctica to the Arctic glaciers—

All humanity lost the features of the era.

Guns, cars, airplanes, and computers.

All disappeared.

Replaced by swords, carriages, carrier pigeons, and abacuses.

Satellites beyond the sky all turned into meteors, splendidly withering like flowing fire in the midst of their fall.

Humans, in a state of ignorance, forgot everything, and together with their civilization, returned to the Medieval era.

"How did you think of doing this?" Augustus asked with interest.

"—There were some matters to investigate originally, but I’m too lazy for such trouble." The man in sunglasses said in a bored tone.

Augustus nodded.

Too lazy to bother.

So he simply changed the entire civilization.

This way, everything was equivalent to starting anew and firmly under control.

There’s no need to investigate anything further.

Because humanity has forgotten the past.

They have to live again.

—In a foolish and backward era, living as slaves to Truth Creation, in despair.

They no longer have any hope.

They can only live like this, ordinary and futile, until life reaches its end.

...

On the other side.

The Eternal World.

"This is everything that happened just now. Had I not run quickly, I would have been erased forever."

Electronic sounds kept ringing from the cellphone.

—It’s artificial intelligence.

"Too frightening." The Ship of Destruction lamented.

"Yes, without the cellphone era—how can one live?" Uncle Qi said with a worried look.

They all looked towards Shen Ye.

This situation.

The opposite side is ranked first and second among the Twenty-one Ultimate Creations.

They can’t win by fighting.

What else can be done?

There’s absolutely no way to think of!

"No need to look at me, things haven’t reached the point of despair—hmm?"

Shen Ye was speaking, when suddenly his nose felt itchy, and he involuntarily reached out to touch it.

He found his hand covered in blood.

Nosebleed?

Me?

—With my current strength, I’m actually having a nosebleed?

Shen Ye felt a bit dizzy.

The world spun.

A power quietly emerged from within the Dharma Aspect, slowly spreading out, immersing into Shen Ye’s limbs and bones.

This made him feel a bit better.

The voice of the Ship of Destruction rang out:

"You only have the strength of the twenty-sixth layer of the Dharma Realm, yet you forced yourself to use Truth-level Blade Technique, and performed it so many times."

"Your body is already overdrawn."

"Don’t you provide strength? I’m still overdrawn?" Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask.

"Nonsense, this is the Truth Twenty-first Rank Sword Techniques. Honestly, it’s like a child wielding a big sword, ultimately exhausting yourself." The Ship of Destruction said.

Shen Ye took a deep breath and began to internally examine his body.

The muscles of his limbs were nearly torn.

The blood vessels were hard and devoid of flexibility.

The internal organs were in a state of extreme exhaustion.

Surely, the exertion was too severe.

"Do we still have hope to create a path to freedom?"

"Tell me the truth, Shen Ye—"

"If there’s truly no hope, our best refuge is to surrender to destruction together."

The Ship of Destruction said with a buzzing voice.

Shen Ye pondered briefly, then murmured to himself:

"The most timely information is intelligence—"

"While all envoys are trapped on Earth, quickly contact Galian’s Main God to report what happened on Earth."