Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 883 - 249: Ants Gaze at the Moon, Fire of Civilization

In response to the inquiries from the other seven thrones, the explanation he provided was that the memories obtained during the fusion with this body proved that the area was relatively safe.

The other seven thrones did not doubt him.

They could sense the Memory Bag within the Little Mage's body, confirming that he was one of their own.

"Begin, attempt to strip away the world rules." The voice of the Fungus King echoed from above, cold and resolute.

His voice spread rapidly across the Spirit Breath World through the communication spores.

The team under the War Sacrifice began to take action.

Scarlet chains rose from various regions of the world, piercing the sky and land.

Behind them, the resources stacked like mountains decayed visibly.

These were treasures plundered from hundreds of worlds, but now they burned like cheap fuel, providing endless energy for the scarlet chains.

This was a gamble on the future.

The process of disassembling the world, extracting its Origin, was destined to shatter the entire homeland world.

As the extraction began, the far north of the world was the first to change.

A glacier, unmelted for millennia, suddenly halted, then bursts of spiderweb-like cracks appeared as if it were fragile glass.

Residents of the Ice and Snow City swarmed outdoors, their expressions horrified as they gazed at the cracks in the sky.

By the time the glacier shattered, it was too late to run.

A torrent of Extreme Cold swept down instantly, covering the entire city, burying all traces of civilization.

Subsequently, a lava lake on an island in the West Sea began to churn violently.

The crimson magma thickened, with gigantic bubbles forming on its surface, and exploding to reveal the pitch-black void beneath.

In the southern Jade Rainforest, the leaves of towering ancient trees suddenly took on a metallic sheen, then twisted and deformed like tinfoil crumpled by an invisible hand.

The animals dwelling in the canopy were shattered along with the cradle of Life that nurtured them, tumbling into the chasms of the cracked earth.

The sky over the Eastern Plains began to melt.

The entire sky, like molten wax, dripped dark blue gel-like substances.

Upon hitting the ground, any Spirit Breath World residents they touched became immobilized, sealed like in amber, then erased like pencil marks, disappearing from the edges.

A young boy still held a running posture, but his left foot had already vanished into the void.

The sea surged violently, a thousand-meter-high water wall rose, but upon contacting the scarlet chains, crystallized into a colossal purple crystal.

Thousands of cities tilted and toppled like drunken men.

The collapse of the world spread everywhere.

The earth convulsed, the ground rose with menacing jutting angles, as if countless giant beasts were struggling and roaring beneath the rock layers.

During this process, the world's Origin particles continuously aggregated towards Tianqi City.

The sky over Tianqi City instantly turned into a shattered kaleidoscope.

Countless scarlet chains interwove in the sky forming a dark red giant net, each chain pulled taut, forcibly extracting the essence of the entire world.

The cries of countless citizens seemed to echo in the ears of the Seven Great Thrones.

Watching the still-operating Teleportation Array, a crystal drop fell on the Iron King's faceplate:

"From primitive tribes struggling for survival in the swamp, to harnessing Super Beasts for cross-realm Conquest as cataclysmic natural disaster, the Spirit Breath Clan's development journey has been tumultuous, but our ancestors led the Spirit Breath Clan across extinction crises with their wisdom...Now, we once again stand at a survival turning point, hoping we can succeed too."

Upon hearing these words, the hearts of the other six thrones trembled.

In the Spirit Breath Clan's history, faced with subjugation by local strong clans, there was once a migration within the world.

Back then, the Spirit Breath Clan was still the hegemon of this world.

The ancestors left this message in the history books: We will eventually return.

Yet similar words could not escape any of their lips.

This time, the Spirit Breath Clan can no longer find the way home.

The Little Mage's feelings at this moment were also incredibly complex.

Though this was just a game, the emotions of these NPCs were too real, making him empathize involuntarily.

Looking up at the sky, it now appeared as torn cloth, with a rift spanning the horizon.

Through the fissure, a chaotic stream in multi-colors could be seen, hastening the world's collapse.

Tianqi City became the tombstone of this world before its fall.

Countless scarlet chains trembled violently, forcibly constraining the scattered Origin of the world.

Amber light streams converged like rivers converging at sea, forming a boiling energy vortex at the city center.

The foundation of the entire city began to glow.

The method of crafting rules, the Spirit Breath Clan had yet to master; what could be done is take the world Origin after extraction.

Two days later.

When the final Origin Power was injected, the land of Tianqi City contracted into a world Origin Land with a diameter of a hundred miles.

The Eight Kings fused with the Super Beast, hovering in the air, gazing at the scintillating land beneath and the nebula-like energy flowing in certain areas.

The land of Tianqi City had transformed into a world seed.

The future of the Spirit Breath Clan would also take this as the foundation, embarking on a new journey.

"Go!"

With the word from the Shadow King, the massive Teleportation Array suddenly activated.

Space began to twist.

In the last moment, they saw the entire Spirit Breath World collapse like a shattered eggshell.

The Origin Land carrying the seeds of civilization, along with them, shot as streams of light into the space rift.

At the instant of entering the Space Channel, the Eight Kings all sensed an ancient gaze, a feeling that chilled to the bone.

As if in the next second, they would meet their demise under this gaze.

But the feeling vanished instantly, a false alarm.

Their gaze rested upon the land beneath, emitting crystalline light points.

This was the Spirit Breath Clan's final Ark, also carrying the memory of the entire Spirit Breath Civilization, a message in a bottle adrift.

The space rift behind them narrowed further during the teleportation process.

The Eight Kings in succession turned to gaze at the fissure's end, their last glance back at their homeland.

The Spirit Breath World had completely disintegrated, its remnants gently sinking into the eternal void of darkness.

Accompanying them in teleportation, the Origin Land at this moment burst into unprecedented brilliance.

Carrying the seeds of civilization, like a blazing star, it flew toward the distant unknown.