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These "seeds" carry the absolute command to transform: reshape the earth's veins, solidify space, define rules, and suppress otherworldly gods...
Like invisible sacs, they were forcibly extracted and pressurized by the observatory's star orbit with every pulse of magic, and then, like a deadly virus, were pumped frantically to every corner of the entire Albion Great Tomb through countless nodes of that vast ritual network!
The immense power of the Grand Order Ceremony, like a galaxy bursting its banks, carried the absolute command to transform, frantically pouring into every inch of the earth's veins and every strand of spiritual essence in the Great Tomb of Albion through that vast and intricate ritual network.
However, this magnificent transformation driven by human hands, the immense energy it infused, the new rules it defined, and the vast spiritual energy it mobilized from the entire British Isles…
The Albion Great Tomb had long been secretly transformed into a massive, dynamic "temple".
Its deepest and darkest rock layers, its winding and flowing spiritual veins, and every inch of its ancient rocks, like giant sponges, silently absorb, settle, and transform the faith, prayers, fears, and legends that emanate from the conqueror king.
now!
The immense energy from the spiritual veins of the entire British Isles, triggered by the Grand Order Ceremony, flowed through the foundation of this "temple" like a high-voltage current!
boom--! ! ! !
It wasn't an explosion, but a deeper, more magnificent, and seemingly originating from the heart of the planet itself—a pulsation!
The first "heartbeat" resounded from the deepest, darkest part of the Great Spirit Tomb!
The entire Albion Mausoleum—no, the entire London underground, and even the entire crust of Britain—trembled violently at that heartbeat!
The cold, lifeless walls, passages, and abysses, made of the skeletons of ancient beasts and ancient rock layers, were instantly covered with countless fine, dark blue light patterns, like the veins of a living organism!
The light patterns pulsated, emitting a deep hum, giving the original inorganic structure a heart-stopping, flesh-like texture!
The surging spiritual energy flow was no longer a gentle river, but transformed into a violent, golden blood exuding a scorching life force!
They surged and roared through the vast network of blood vessels pre-designed by the "temple," each surge making those bronze-colored "veins" brighter and thicker!
Where the spiritual vein flows, the cold rocks wriggle and multiply as if they have come to life, and fine, metallic-looking crystals, like the beginnings of scales, begin to condense on their surfaces!
The air permeating the spirit tomb has completely changed! It is no longer the deathly cold or the dullness of magic, but is filled with an indescribable, scorching life force, like the core of a newborn star!
Each breath felt like inhaling scalding liquid metal, carrying the scent of sulfur and ozone, and even more so, an ancient, majestic, predator-like exhalation!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The heartbeat grew faster and stronger! With each beat, the structure of the entire spirit tomb underwent even more drastic changes!
Bronze veins spread and twisted wildly like the roots of a giant tree! The golden blood of the earth's veins surged like a raging torrent! A torrent of light from faith and divinity converged into a dazzling core!
Then--
Deep within that spirit tomb, in that core temple—a colossal womb constructed of endless bones and divine crystals—
Something... moved.
It wasn't a rock rolling down, nor was it an explosion of energy.
Rather, it was some unimaginably vast being whose limbs, dormant for countless millennia, were, for the first time, slightly curled up under the infusion of divinity and life energy.
The thick layers of rock covering it, formed by time and dust, were like a fragile eggshell. Under the pressure of internal forces, they emitted a tooth-grinding, enormous cracking sound that permeated the entire space! Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across every inch of the temple's walls and dome!
Through those cracked fissures, what leaked out was no longer the gray-white of the rock or the glow of energy, but... skin!
A type of "skin" that cannot be described by any known substance!
It presents a deep, heavy bronze color, as if it carries the memory of the earth, yet inside it flows with a divine radiance like liquid gold!
The skin surface is not smooth, but covered with nascent, massive, metallic-looking scales!
The patterns on each scale seem to be naturally engraved with ancient runes, exuding a wild and majestic aura!
recovery!
The Child of the Planet, the last dragon surviving the Age of Gods, a colossus bearing the name of Britain, carrying two thousand years of accumulated faith and divinity, bathed in the spiritual energy of the entire island, was "born" under the "catalysis" of the Human Grand Order Ceremony—
Albion!
Its dormant eyelids, deep within the crumbling rock layers and boiling divine radiance, slowly opened a crack in the void!
Albion's "resurrection" has far-reaching effects that extend far beyond the depths of the Great Tomb!
That terrifying presence, originating from the children of the planet, the awakening of the divine behemoth, and transcending mortal comprehension, was like an invisible tsunami, instantly piercing through the thick rock layers, the complex spatial barriers, and the observatory's own powerful protective barrier!
Boom!
When the first "heartbeat," originating from the depths of the earth and like the pulse of a planet, was heard, the entire Calion Observatory—this temple constructed of star-track crystals, suspended deep within the spirit tomb, and theoretically impregnable—suddenly sank downwards!
It's not an illusion!
The crystal structure that forms the base of the observatory emitted a tooth-grinding groan, as if it were about to collapse at any moment!
The light from the star trails flickered violently and erratically! The monarch projections around the round table, composed of pure magic, instantly distorted and fluctuated violently, like holographic images with poor signals. Several peripheral, weaker agent projections even collapsed into stray magic light spots before they could react!
"Ugh!"
"what?!"
"Earthquake?! No...that's not right!"
A muffled groan of surprise and pain instantly replaced the previous anger and confusion.
The immense pressure, stemming from the very instinct for survival, crushed mercilessly upon the soul!
That wasn't physical weight, but an absolute crushing of status!
Boom!Boom!
The second and third heartbeats followed in quick succession! Each one heavier than the last! Each one closer than the last!
The space inside the observatory seemed to have been filled with an invisible gel, becoming sticky and distorted!
The magical energy in the air, which had been regulated by the Grand Order, now became as violent and chaotic as a frightened herd of beasts, emitting piercing screams! The light and shadow projected by the star trails swayed, stretched, and deformed wildly on the crystal wall, like a dying spasm!
The most direct and breathtaking impact comes from the center of the round table—the enormous magical projection representing the Great Tomb of Albion!
The projection itself is undergoing a chilling "alienation"!
Deep within those dazzling spots of light projected onto the screens, which were being intently watched by all the monarchs…
A faint, yet deadly, color—like sedimented garland—is quietly spreading!
The "strain" of Meastia!
That miniature ritual, parasitic on the core network of the Grand Rank Resolution, is now like a deep-sea behemoth that has smelled blood, greedily sucking up the surging, boundless energy of the main node!
It no longer hides!
Using those four "agree" votes as keys and the surging ritual energy as nourishment, it began a frenzied process of self-replication and evolution!
On the "living earth" deep within the Albion Great Tomb, beyond the reach of the Calion Observatory, the miniature ritual objects carved by Meastia emit an eerie hum.
At its core, the Garan Radiance, representing the origin of the strain, is pulsating and expanding in sync with every pulse of the energy flow of the crown position resolution!
Countless tiny, almost imperceptible "roots" made of pure Garan magic are piercing the energy flow of the nearest main node along the earth's veins, like the most greedy blood vessels.
Next, the next node... and the next one...
The network of the strain, fueled by the energy of its own crown position determination, is spreading like wildfire in the ritual network that the Department of Law and Politics is so proud of—quietly yet incredibly rapidly!
"roar………………"
A deep, resonant breath, so deep it transcended the limits of hearing and could only be "felt" through the groan of space itself and the resonance of the soul's foundation, seemed to emanate directly from the core pupil of the projection, filling the entire observatory!
"Ugh——!"
This time, it wasn't just the projection fluctuations! Everyone inside the observatory felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible giant hammer! A violent dizziness and tearing sensation came from the depths of their souls!
This is merely the unconscious breathing of that being!
The cold, vertical pupils, reflecting the phantom of the Inner Sea of Stars, pierced through the barrier of flesh, their gaze sweeping coldly across every horrified face in the Great Tomb of Albion, like a tangible vision!
This...super-sized concept costume, made from the legacy of the last dragon...was activated the moment it was created, or rather, the instant Mayastia completed the parasitic ritual and gained authority and energy!
What exactly is Meastia trying to do?!
This question, like an icicle piercing everyone's heart, instantly triggered a chill deeper than Albion's resurrection itself, a chill that could freeze the soul!
Only a very few individuals standing at the pinnacle of power and knowledge within the Clock Tower have a vague understanding of even the tip of the iceberg of this ceremonial project.
It was considered the most taboo of taboos, the Clock Tower's most treasured and theoretically never to be used as a final measure.
It is an ultimate creation that attempts to simulate, or even surpass, the power of life, using the "death" remains of a colossal beast that fell from the Age of Gods! Its original design purpose was to serve as the last hope, equivalent to a "Savior," in the face of an irresistible "End"-level catastrophe that could overturn human reason!
"salvation"……
These two words, like the last straw, offered a glimmer of hope to those who knew them.
But at this moment, looking at the fragment of a divine body projected onto the screen—entangled by Garan roots, corroded by a complex, inhumanly inhumanly intricate core of the ritual attire, and emanating an increasingly terrifying aura—and at Meastia's face, hidden behind a conspiracy, her true intentions unknown to anyone…
A deeper, more fundamental fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around the hearts of all who witnessed it.
Salvation... In a sense, its scale also carries the potential to "destroy the world"!
Chapter 643 Reverse Intrusion (4k)
On the crimson scorched earth, the destructive vortex formed by the triple spiral spatial storm ignited by Matouchi and the divine lightning unleashed by Iskandar, with its violent energy turbulence, its shrill screams tearing through space, and its scorching heat that vaporizes everything...
Faced with this sudden and dramatic change originating from the planet's very core, all its "momentum" was instantly stripped away!
Boom-! ! !
The first sound originates from the depths of the earth, like the last heartbeat of a dying star. It does not travel through the air, but acts directly on the structure of space itself, like an invisible hammer slamming down on the foundation that supports all things!
The blood-stained earth trembled!
It wasn't the kind of localized, directional shaking that you experience in an earthquake!
The whole "world" is convulsing!
The scorched earth at the foot of Matou Pond, which had been repeatedly melted, crystallized, and pulverized, was like a piece of inferior glass thrown into a mixer, instantly turning into billions of thick, blood-like "mud" with a scorching red light!
Huge, bottomless cracks, like scars on the earth, spread wildly with a teeth-grinding tearing sound!
His footing vanished instantly, and a violent feeling of weightlessness gripped him!
"Well!"
Matou Ike let out a muffled groan, and his body, which was taut like a bow due to the activation of the Garan Mystic Eye and the Triple Spiral, suddenly swayed like a leaf in a storm in the face of this "world spasm" that was so sudden and defied the laws of physics!
With nowhere to put his footing and the violent spatial turbulence tearing at his body, he stumbled, and his left leg below the knee instantly sank into the boiling, scarlet "swamp" that reeked of sulfur and blood!
The excruciating pain and burning sensation spread up his calf! If he hadn't reacted with lightning speed and forcibly used magic to create a temporary repulsive field under his feet to stabilize his center of gravity, he would probably have been instantly swallowed up by this churning "blood mud earth"!