Five days later,
[Ultimate Physique]
[Level 20]
[Life Essence 0/1 M]
[Gene Strength: 20x]
He was staring at them without blinking.
He had done everything that he could have done within his reach. Planetary beasts had fallen beneath his fists. Forests had trembled from the shockwaves of his battles. Mountains had collapsed like sandcastles when he had pushed his strength beyond its limits.
Still, it was feeling insufficient.
Wu Cong was standing at the peak of the Level 6 Planetary Realm. Six planets’ worth of raw force were contained inside a single existence. Alex had witnessed a fraction of it once before.
Ten percent feedback from that vast ocean of power would be granting him 0.6 planetary force.
Even that fraction was beyond imagination.
Yet taking it too early could have been fracturing his cultivation path, but he didn’t have ti to wait either.
"Rafael, what is Earth’s condition?" Alex was asking quietly.
The reply was coming without hesitation.
[The situation was grim. Apocalypse Protocol had been initiated. Over one thousand newly awakened individuals had been relocated with enough resources to survive for decades. They were hidden in deep secure zones.]
Alex’s eyes were darkening.
"So it has reached that stage," he said.
His heart started beating wildly. He needed to leave fast. Wu Cong alone would provide a trendous help in the upcoming battle and he would be the ultimate trump card of humanity.
"We are going to build a stronghold," he said.
He turned to Wu Cong.
"Clear the Martial Emperor zone. We will be establishing our base there. It does not need to be perfect. It only needs to be stable enough for to leave the sanctuary."
Wu Cong nodded and was vanishing, each step shaking the earth.
Three hours later, the forest was becoming silent.
"Master, the area has been cleared," Wu Cong said slwoly.
"Good. Bring the strongest ancient trees. We will be building a wall first."
For two days they had been working without pause.
Wu Cong had been uprooting trees that were thousands of years old. Their trunks were thicker than skyscrapers. Alex and Embar had been embedding them deep into the ground, interlocking roots like a woven fortress.
By the end, a colossal ring of living wood had been surrounding their base.
Even Emperor level beasts would be shattering their claws before breaching it.
Alex was standing atop the wall, scanning the horizon.
It was temporary but it should be enough.
It had to be enough.
"System. Contact the world system. Request permission for departure," he said.
....
Far away,
Earth was holding its breath.
In the Light Domain, the sky was pale and strained.
The barrier was stretching across the northern continent like a transparent ocean frozen in midair. Hairline fractures were pulsing across its surface.
Julius was standing before it, unmoving.
His red battle suit was reflecting the fractured light. A long spear was resting in his hand, its edge humming with condensed energy.
Behind him, rows of Martial Emperors and Martial Saints were standing. Thousands of them. Their armor was gleaming. Their faces were pale from fear. They could literally see death outside, yet they would have to fight.
Across the world, identical formations were standing ready.
Arthur was commanding the west.
Elyndros was guarding the south.
Nolan was preparing in the east.
Every battlefield was being ard with high-energy laser cannons. Fighter jets were circling overhead like tallic birds of prey.
Fifty billion civilians had been transported to the central continent. The rest of the continents were being emptied of ordinary life.
Massive drone projectors were displaying all four battlefronts to the population gathered in fortified shelters.
People were watching in silence.
So were praying. So were crying.
So were simply staring.
Two days ago, the Martial Alliance had declared the truth. Humanity was facing extinction. Survival probability was near zero percent.
The world had been told how it might end.
Inside a reinforced bunker, a child was clutching his mother’s sleeve.
"Mom, will we really die? Can’t the supre ones protect us?"
The mother was hugging him tightly. Her shoulders were trembling. But she said nothing. She couldn’t say anything either.
The Apocalypse Protocol had hidden the most talented seedlings. Anna. Darion. Rey. Aren. Selena and like so.
Their locations were being known only to Julius, Arthur, Nolan, and Elyndros.
Humanity’s final hope was buried deep.
...
Elyndros was watching the barrier.
A monstrous silhouette was looming beyond it.
A chira was slamming against the surface again.
It had three heads, one belong to lion, one was a wolf and one was a tiger. The tail was a snake.
It looked hideous to the core.
Behind it, thousands of lesser monsters were surging forward.
Each impact was deepening the cracks.
The martial artists were all frozen in their places. They felt their existence was screaming at them to run away.
But where could they go?
"The universe is cruel," Elyndros was whispering. "It gives hope, then tears it away before we can breathe."
Far from the light domain, high above the atmosphere, other beings were observing.
Dragon generals were hovering in silence. Vampire royalty was floating with cold eyes. Phoenix warriors were glowing faintly. Werewolf leaders were watching with grim expressions.
They had co to compete.
they could enslave a race which was going through a trial, they could get generous cosmic rewards.
Now they were watching humanity collapse.
"This trial is over," Ao Long of the dragons was muttering. "They will be perishing."
The vampire prince was frowning. "Strange variables are at play. That island should not exist here. It must be the Devils.", he said with frustration.
It was his chance to show his worth to his clan but he failed.
....
On the battlefield, Elizabeth was standing among the martial artists.
She was holding a photograph close to her chest.
Her husband’s smile was staring back at her from the image.
"I will see you soon," she was whispering. "You and Alex. Will you be happy to see ? Will you hug ?"
A tear was slipping down her cheek.
Then the sound ca.
Kacha.
A deep fracture was tearing across the barrier.
Another was following.
Energy was leaking through the widening cracks like bleeding light.
Julius stepped forward.
His projection was flaring across all battlefields and into every shelter.
His voice was echoing across continents.
"Listen to ."
"This is the edge of our existence."
"One step back and we will disappear."
"One fracture in our line and everything we love will be consud."
"Behind us stand our parents. Our children. Every promise we made. Every mory worth protecting."
"In front of us waits death."
"We are the shield."
"The final wall between darkness and our blood."
Across four continents, weapons were tightening in hands.
"If we fall, they will fall."
His voice was hardening.
"Today, I, Julius Caesar, swear before you all. I will not retreat. I will not kneel. I will fight until my lungs burn and my heart stops in my chest."
The barrier was screaming. Another impact struck. Energy cascaded through widening fractures like blood from a wound.
Julius stood before it all, spear raised, voice cutting through the chaos.
"Not for glory!"
The chira slamd against the light again. Cracks spread like lightning across a dying sky.
"Not for history!"
Behind him, thousands of warriors gripped their weapons. Fathers. Mothers. Sons. Daughters. All waiting for the end.
"For them!"
The words thundered across four continents, into every bunker, every shelter, every hiding place where children clutched their parents and prayed.
Silence fell heavy. Even the monsters seed to pause.
Julius drew a breath. When he spoke again, his voice rose like rolling thunder, shaking the very air.
"So I ask you! Will you stand with ?"
A roar answered him. Not from beasts. From humanity. From every throat on every battlefield, the sound erupted like a volcanic dawn.
"Will you show these monsters what humanity is made of?"
Weapons ignited with power. Swords blazed. Spears humd. Cannons charged. The air itself grew hot with gathered energy.
"Then let your fear beco fury!"
The barrier split from top to bottom. Light bled through the wound. The Godzilla’s face pressed against the opening.
"Tonight we do not beg for survival!"
The final crack exploded outward. Shards of light rained down like dying stars.
"Tonight our blood becos the ocean in which they drown!"
The barrier shattered.
"Charge"
For one heartbeat, everything was silent. The kind of silence that exists between heartbeats, between breaths, between life and whatever cos after.
Then the world erupted.
The Godzilla burst through the debris like a teor descending from the heavens. Its roar flattened trees for miles. Its claws dug trenches into the earth. Behind it, thousands of monsters flooded through the breach.
Wolf-things with too many eyes. Serpents with wings. Beasts of fang and claw and hunger that had crossed the universe to feed.
Fighter jets scread across the sky, releasing torrents of missiles. Explosions painted the air white. Shockwaves rippled across the battlefield.
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