Godslayer: You get two at the start, Supreme Divine Ruins.

"Don't be too optimistic." Lin Qiye shook his head with a wry smile, his voice sounding particularly heavy in the trembling void, "Although I have broken through to a higher dimension, I can only restrain the chaos. Azathoth's true form has already..." Before he could finish speaking, the entire space suddenly twisted violently, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing the curtain of the world.

An Qingyu suddenly stepped forward, countless data streams flashing in her gray pupils behind her glasses.

He stared intently at the four supreme treasures revolving around Lin Xiao, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Brother Xiao, since a single Chaos Supreme Treasure cannot contend with it, why not try... fusion and sublimation?"

These words resounded like thunder from the heavens in Lin Xiao's mind. He shuddered, his gaze shifting back and forth between the Chaos Green Lotus, the Pangu Axe, the Creation Jade Disc, and the Primordial Pearl.

The four supreme treasures seemed to sense something, and at the same time emitted a resounding hum that shook the heavens and the earth, and the Daoist rhymes between them began to generate mysterious resonance ripples.

"Merge...chaos..." Lin Xiao murmured to himself, the light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if countless stars were being born and annihilated within them.

Without hesitation, Lin Xiao raised his arms, and the four Chaos Treasures instantly formed a perfect circular trajectory around him.

The clear light scattered by the Chaos Green Lotus was like an inverted Milky Way; the sharp edge of Pangu's Axe cleaved through the void; the three thousand Great Daos evolved from the Jade Disc of Creation intertwined into a net; and the endless nebula contained within the Primordial Pearl collapsed and expanded.

He took a deep breath, formed an ancient chaotic hand seal with his hands, and the boiling chaotic power around him caused the space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to begin to distort.

"The four treasures unite as one, and chaos is reforged!"

With this roar, the four supreme treasures simultaneously unleashed a light that pierced the universe.

The sharpness of Pangu's Axe and the time-bound river of the Creation Jade Disc intertwined, while the nebula of the Primordial Pearl was imbued with the clear light of the Chaos Green Lotus. However, at this crucial moment of fusion—

"boom--!"

A surge of energy, ten thousand times more powerful than a solar flare, suddenly erupted!

The sharpness of Pangu's axe uncontrollably slashed at the Jade Disc of Creation, cutting countless tributaries into the river of time;

The nebula within the Primordial Pearl was torn apart by the clear light of the Chaos Green Lotus, unleashing a devastating dimensional storm.

The entire Zixiao Palace was instantly reduced to dust by this force, the space shattered layer by layer like fragile glass, and the chains of law that held the world together snapped one after another!

"Pfft—" Lin Xiao spat out a mouthful of essence blood containing his origin, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He stared intently at the four out-of-control treasures, his eyes filled with resentment and shock: "How could... we fail..."

An Qingyu stood at the edge of the energy storm, data pouring down like a waterfall from her gray pupils: "Law repulsion rate 89.7%, dimensional resonance frequency deviation 0.47%, energy turbulence forming the eighth singularity..."

He suddenly looked up, his glasses reflecting the shattered sky: "Brother Xiao, the fundamental laws of the Four Great Treasures are incompatible; forcibly fusing them will only lead to dimensional collapse!"

Lin Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse: "Then what should we do? Azathoth could..." Before he could finish speaking, a deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, came from afar, and the entire "Source" world began to tremble violently.

An Qingyu suddenly turned to look at Lin Wan'er and Michael not far away, a resolute glint in her eyes: "Perhaps... we can try a different approach."

He adjusted his glasses, and the data stream solidified into a clear model in his pupils: "Constructing a temporary dimension using Wan'er's creation laws, and using Michael's miraculous power as the law adhesive!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan'er's eyes flashed, and with a gentle wave of her hand, countless starlight gathered in her palm, slowly forming a crystal-clear miniature world.

Michael's twelve wings of light fully unfurled, and golden miraculous power wrapped around the four supreme treasures like silk: "My miraculous power can only last for three hours at most."

"That's enough!" Lin Xiao took a deep breath and looked at everyone: "Once the fusion begins, the Chaos Green Lotus will no longer be able to protect the world..."

His words were interrupted by the sudden tearing of the sky. Above, countless black cracks spread like a spiderweb, and Azathoth's maddening whispers once more echoed through the heavens and earth:

"Foolish ants...you think this will stop me?"

"No time!" Lin Qiye drew his straight sword, and the Night Kingdom unfolded behind him. "We must hold the line!"

The ensuing battle can only be described as brutal.

In the Eastern Theater, Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye was already shedding tears of blood, and his three-pointed double-edged sword was covered with cracks.

Behind him, the corpses of 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals piled up like mountains, and their blood flowed like rivers.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel broke into three pieces, and his golden fur was corroded and peeled off by black blood, yet he still roared and charged into the enemy formation.

Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels went out, and his Fire-Tipped Spear broke, so he used his teeth to tear apart the monsters that pounced on him.

In the Western Theater, Nyx's dark spear pierced through three Great Old Ones, but more tentacles knocked her away.

Gilgamesh's royal treasury was nearly depleted, and the blade of the King's Sword was covered in cracks.

He knelt on one knee, a tentacle of a certain Croesus creature piercing his chest, yet he clung to it tightly: "Scum... how dare you lay a finger on me?!"

On the human defense line, the interstellar fleet created with code, which had broken through the barrier to godhood, had already lost 80%.

A Xuanhuang-class starship plummeted to the earth, trailing raging flames. At the last moment, the captain activated the self-destruct program: "For the Emperor!" The blue light of the antimatter annihilation bomb engulfed the monsters within a hundred miles.

The wreckage of psionic mechs from the ground forces piled up like mountains, and the surviving soldiers built the last line of defense with their own flesh and blood.

"Squad leader...can we hold out?" a young soldier with a blood-stained face asked, trembling.

The old soldier grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth: "Kid, remember this—behind us are the elderly, women, and children of Great Xia, the last spark of human civilization!"

In the Eastern Theater, the Heavenly Court's defenses have completely collapsed.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye was forcibly torn apart, his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword shattered inch by inch, and his body was pierced by countless Ke-type tentacles, his blood staining the ruins of the shattered Heavenly Court.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel shattered completely, his golden fur corroded away, and he knelt on one knee, coughing up black blood, yet still clutching the last broken piece of the cudgel, roaring as he smashed it down at the charging monster: "Come on! I'm not quite dead yet!"

Nezha's lotus incarnation was corrupted; he was covered in blood, propped up by a broken spear, and glared at the overwhelming horde of creatures that countered his element: "You bastards... come at me again if you dare!"

However, no one responded.

In the Western Theater, almost all the Olympian gods were wiped out.

Nyx's dark domain was completely torn apart, her body pierced by tentacles, pinned to the ruins of the shattered temple, barely alive.

Gilgamesh knelt on the ground, his chest pierced, blood staining his royal robes.

"Scum..." He coughed up blood, yet still clung tightly to the tentacle piercing his chest, "I...haven't lost yet!"

—But the tide of the Krish gods has completely engulfed the western defenses.