It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

At this moment, Ni Lu's form shifted again. His cloak expanded, morphing into the same shape as his body, as if he were a manta ray. Simultaneously, an eye sprouted from his chest and on each hand. These eyes rapidly condensed immense magical power, ready to unleash powerful lasers, completely annihilating the kingfisher before him.

The two sickles came slowly towards him, and the next moment, the light on the hands was once again diverted from its original path by the pull of the Shar-Pei chain. The remaining eye exploded with the blow of the axe, and the flames spread out again.

Ni Lu took two steps back, a bloody hole blasted in front of him. He circled back, swung his scorpion tail, brimming with bone needles, with all his might. A shower of needles transformed into a series of strange, flying shapes, scattering outward. But the giant gate had already descended from the sky, and he swung his chain hammer, smashing them all to pieces.

Nilu raised a massive platinum shield, imbued with the breath of a mountain spirit. Its immensely solid surface collided with the humanoid tank. But Ivan, following closely behind, pierced through the shield, emerging from the water, and thrust two serrated blades into Nilu's chest.

Now, Ni Lu lost his composure. He shouted loudly and stomped his foot on the ground. A wave of solemn light emanated from within, shocking everyone's actions. He held aloft a treaty of unknown origin. Its presence, like a decree, was clearly more absolute than any previous force.

But the next second, it was shattered by another blow. The poet gently pinched a piece of paper and picked it away from his sword.

His strength was indeed formidable, with sufficient magical power and output. Even if only one person could unleash these abilities, Ni Lu would have already achieved perfection.

But this was still a one-versus-many situation. In group fights, the larger group sometimes didn't utilize their numerical advantage, easily resulting in a one-on-one situation. They were then hit by the opponent's individual advantages, resulting in them being defeated piecemeal. Bai Lin, for example, often employed this tactic.

However, don't forget, this time the outnumbered team includes the poet. This teamfight, having been rehearsed countless times, naturally had no dull moments. Those abilities were optimally planned and deployed, allowing the knights to launch a non-stop attack, leading to the current scene.

The Dark Knights would carry out the poet's orders without hesitation, no matter what. With such a relentless force, through constant exchange of wounds, they would eventually completely defeat their opponents.

Planned by the most visionary leaders and executed by warriors capable of crushing the enemy to dust, this is their winning formula.

Under siege, Ni Lu could no longer accept the prospect of being annihilated in such a collision. With a majestic figure, he leaped high, completely shaking the aura within the palace. Platinum magic surged, and in an instant, the palace was completely filled with a viscous, brown-red liquid. The intense heat began to corrode the people's bodies. The sunlight in the distance seemed to completely ignite the entire space.

Ni Lu's body, with spider legs sprouting from its back, remained able to move freely in this viscous space. He raised his hand and flicked it, and the serene, burning light, reflecting the blazing sun, transformed into a small ball, dancing at his fingertips. It instantly raised the temperature within the hall to over a million degrees Celsius. If thrown downward, it would instantly annihilate everything, like an unreasonable divine punishment, bringing down annihilation.

But how could the story end so casually? Another poem flew through the air, the sky turned upside down, the dark knights became like night, completely condensing the overpowering sunlight. They brandished their swords once more, striking directly at Nilu.

Where there is day, there is night. If the light is too strong to fade, at least there is dawn and dusk to balance it out.

Knowing his spell was broken, Ni Lu gritted his teeth in anger and eliminated his spider legs. A torrent of steel resonated with his form, carrying away the sticky brown-red in the blink of an eye. Guns and blades filled the iron jungle, crushing the attackers without a single blind spot. His own eyes flashed red as a massive whale-killing lance ripped from his back. He yanked it up and unleashed a devastating blow, hurling it directly at the dark knights, utterly annihilating them.

The strength of steel does not depend on its brilliance, but on its indestructible will in eternal time.

The blow that threatened to completely destroy this space crumbled beneath this poem. The steel jungle rotted away, but the dark knights, clinging to the everlasting obsidian light, remained invincible.

Ni Lu couldn't believe this scene, and he wouldn't accept it. The world around him collapsed. Suddenly, the world turned upside down, a chaotic storm filled the air, leaving no place for anyone to stand. Only a few stone platforms with intricate patterns appeared, seemingly inviting people to stand on them.

But the poet tore off another page of poetry.

Chapter 1009 Rules

Sailing on the endless ocean, I had no idea where the harbor on the other side would be. I couldn't even determine the direction, I just kept moving forward.

But continuing to sail is better than dying on the rocks. Miracles and coincidences will eventually allow the Shipbreakers to transcend Chaos.

The knights formed a line around Sharpe's chain, finally separating day and night. They settled, taking their positions, and charged towards Nilu, who had reappeared before them. Nilu, undeterred, roared, his body completely engulfed by the metal.

The heavy mecha gleamed with mechanical light, its bulk towering into the clouds. The surroundings were also drowned out by the neon lights of the night market. The fifty-meter-long heavy sword fell heavily from the mecha Ni Lu was in, slamming down to the ground. The poet stood lightly at the front, produced a piece of paper, and with a humming sound, completed the collision with the giant sword.

Dawn will eventually come.

The false night was completely ripped apart. No matter how powerful it was, it was only a human-made limitation. Under the poet's sword, the mecha fell apart in an instant.

Nilu, falling from the depths, clenched his hands. Suddenly, his form transformed into a spirit, rising like a dark evil spirit against the wind, laughing heartily. A deep black ocean rose from beneath the crowd's feet, a swamplike existence that completely submerged them, devouring the resolve within their bodies and minds. The sirens' song echoed, and the endless abyss lured them in.

The poet simply thrust the blade through the paper and stuck it into the ground. Her whispers were the clearest sound in this world where no one could understand each other—the voice of her heart.

Be determined, focused, and never waver. Think clearly about the direction you want to go, and grasp the light that is worth giving up your life for, and worth keeping alive for.

The blade, resting on the ground, reflected the figure of the demon. Kingfisher forcibly broke free from the swamp and slashed forward with his axe. "Don't care if it's human or demon, just chop it down!" Ni Lu felt pain and instantly revealed his true form, rolling slightly on the ground. Everything around him vanished into thin air.

The knights surrounded him, ready for battle. Both sides suffered numerous casualties. Although Ni Lu was still absolutely certain that his opponent was far inferior to him, he now looked even more distraught. If this continued, he would surely die... No, fighting these ants, even the slightest possibility of defeat was unacceptable.

At this thought, the palace dimmed instantly. That was because all connections to the outside world—doors, windows, even the mere cracks that allowed air to circulate—were completely severed. Ni Lu's figure once again landed on the throne, her golden eyes the only light in this dim space.

The next moment, the Dark Knights felt a tremendous pressure. They felt Nilu's figure gradually rise, like the rising sun... No, it was they themselves who were being pressed to their knees by the powerful force, leaving them no room for resistance.

The knights who realized all this did not resist, or rather, could not resist. And Nilu laughed loudly and declared,

"Well done, poet, you are indeed amazing. You can take such a childish joke to this extent. However, this is the end of it!"

"When I rule the city, I am a king like the sun. Within this small space, everything follows my will, completely under my control. It is another world of my creation. Overlaid with mystery and obsession, the laws of nature, such as sunrise and sunset, are controlled by me alone. I will become the law."

"I'm sure even you can't see what's happening here, right? Hahahahaha, this long-cherished wish of the ages falls on me alone. Just existing as a mighty god in this space is more than enough."

The poet remained silent, watching the man's laughter. She was the only one standing, yet she did nothing. The others around her seemed to be unable to move, seemingly under the oppressive force emanating from her. Ni Lu, on the other hand, waved her hands high, rising into the air.

"Look carefully, proud astrologer. This birth ceremony of a perfect creature, gathering millions of living things into one single point, has been completely completed by me! All genetic programming will be collapsed and collected by magic from this city composed entirely of platinum, and finally bestowed upon me."

His words grew increasingly passionate, as if everything was already under his control. Countless streaks of golden light appeared on the platinum wall behind him. They resembled ancient, mighty trees, spreading their branches and leaves, supporting the entire world. The radiance of the World Tree, nurturing all life from a single point, echoed with the light in his eyes.

"Today, I will ascend to become a god!"

This seemingly uninterruptible ritual made the world stand still for a moment.

But this tranquility is just the gentle ebb tide before the tsunami arrives.

All the living things in the city, the withered husks of their souls, and the vast majority of perfect people, instantly collapsed and sank beneath the ground. Their blood flowed to the deeper tree roots, the complete magic circle that had been prepared long ago.

His laughter grew louder, and the branches of the golden tree grew ever more luxuriantly. By the time everyone regained consciousness, the palace had returned to its original state. The vast city beyond the palace could be clearly seen, but the brilliant platinum had lost the sun's light and had become dim. Just like before, the sealed palace.

The energy of the Golden Tree has expanded to its limit, a weight the original world could not bear. Therefore, the power of law and the power of the Lord have already reigned supreme in another realm.

Everyone can clearly realize that this is a completely different world.

The Golden Tree of the World still stands, becoming the new sun of this Platinum City. In this world, the light no longer shines a thousand feet, but is concentrated on a single point. And this most sublime point—

It is you.

His figure remained the same as before, yet in the eyes of the crowd, it seemed to have grown infinitely taller. In this dim new world, having gained the capacity to accommodate the World Tree, his body already exuded an aura of even greater power.

The roots of the Golden Tree drooped, a drop of golden morning dew bending the branches. They carried the essence of the World Tree, its guidance, and the final step of the ritual.

Chapter 1010 W Backstab

Once it drips down, the god of the new world will inevitably descend. You desire this to happen, and you also foresee its inevitable occurrence. You personally ensure and guide it with your own will. The world is about to undergo another transformation.

However, what "change" can one talk about when one has been on the throne for so long?

Ni Lu felt his body enveloped in a radiance. It seemed the rhythm and foreshadowing of ascension, a moment of morning radiance that captivated him. But the next moment, the light vanished, flowing behind him. Everything came to an abrupt halt, without prediction or foreshadowing. Even he, the one who controlled the world, was unaware. It was the "unexpected" of fate, a fish that slipped through the net of the gods.

When he came to, blood gushed from his chest. A crimson hand, stained with the light of dawn, pierced Nilu's chest. He suddenly felt limp, as if all his strength had been drained away, and collapsed. He turned around in disbelief, looking behind him.

The golden tree remained as glorious as ever, but a shadowy figure stood between him and that splendor.

"...Foolish, truly foolish and ridiculous. Killing people out of greed alone, thinking you can touch the dignity of God? Weak, pitiful, lowly, maggots."

It was Xiao Nuo, who had appeared there without anyone noticing, soaring into the air. She recounted all this indifferently, then tossed Ni Lu to the ground like a torn sack.

She shook the blood from her hands, but the crimson hue didn't fade. She looked at the light dancing between her fingers, and the flash of confusion in her eyes was completely wiped away by indifference.

"Although this power is very weak, without it, I wouldn't be able to accomplish this. It comes from within...? Although you humans are weak and pitiful, this is truly interesting. It can be considered a small dessert on this path to godhood."

Xiao Nuo exuded the same aura as when she was in Bai Lin's presence. Proud and awe-inspiring, she seemed to view everything objectively. She seemed completely unconcerned with the entire situation, even the impending godhood and the recent devastation she had inflicted. It was as if this was all meant to be.

Her cape fell, revealing a mottled golden hair that spread out, seemingly more in tune with the afterglow of the golden tree. Everyone thought she was more suited to this position—except one person.

Ni Lu, who had completely lost his former glory and was reduced to an ant, was lying on the ground, pressing his wound awkwardly. He looked at Xiao Nuo who had replaced him, and he could not help but use all his remaining strength to struggle and ask,

"God of Dusk, why did you betray me?! I have given you so much help and promised to help you revive the world, and you actually, you actually!"

Hearing such a scream, Xiao Nuo tilted her ears slightly, and seemed to finally be a little interested. She looked down at Ni Lu and couldn't help laughing twice, tilting her mouth and said,

"What a joke. Seeking the skin of a tiger, being torn apart alive is the natural outcome, isn't it? Besides, do you really think I can't see through your despicable thoughts? After ascending to godhood, devour me. That way, you can even expand your power, glimpse a glimpse of my long life, and compile the power beyond this world..."

"What a pity, what a pity! Not to mention your lifespan, or the long-cherished wish of your race. Even the time since the birth of this world and its evolution to the present day is but a blink of an eye for me. I have long seen through everything about you, a lowly creature, a despicable maggot!"

Ni Lu collapsed to the ground in a state of extreme misery, staring intently at the humiliating Twilight God. Intense emotions surged within him. It wasn't just hatred for the man's backstabbing, but also the thought that his long-cherished wish, so easily interrupted and snatched away just as it was about to be fulfilled, that he was powerless to resist.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but blood gushed out of his body, rushing to his mouth, forcing him to choke awkwardly. Xiao Nuo, too lazy to bother with this insignificant ant, gently stepped forward and activated the ritual again. Then, she stretched out her arms in the air.

"Come on, let me take the first step back to the top. Starting with the abilities of the creatures in this world, I will drag this entire world into annihilation, and then control it in my hands! Hahahahahahaha..."

Amidst her almost manic laughter, her expression gradually distorted, and the golden dewdrops finally fell. The golden light completely engulfed her body, and the World Tree quickly transformed into a continuous stream of energy, pouring its power towards the outlet. The extremely powerful light shook the knights on the ground and gradually pushed them back, wave after wave, making it impossible for them to even stand up. Even the poet who was still standing was knocked to the ground. She compressed her body, resisting the shock and the wind.

"Poet, what's going on with Xiao Nuo?!"

Sphia, struggling to speak, questioned the poet. Clearly, she had already accepted the facts before her, but she was still bewildered and filled with doubts. She also completely disbelieved that Xiao Nuo could truly be a "Dusk God."

Not only that, almost all the knights stared at the poet, expecting her reply. But the poet said nothing in the end. When she was completely silent, the answer was already given.

But Siphia, seeing that she would not give up, immediately turned to the other side.

"Ju Men, she's already ascending. It's not that kind of forced suppression. Can you rush over?"

"No... Even for me, it's extremely difficult to stand up. And—"

Before Ju Men could say anything, screams of astonishment and terror spread in all directions. Xiao Nuo was still in his original body, and while a human body had a certain strength, it couldn't withstand such a powerful force. Ni Lu had only dared to test this power after repeated attempts.

How could this be some weak Twilight Goddess whose power could be taken away at will? If she exploded and died, he would still have a chance.

Chapter 1011: Zero

The golden light surged wildly, its pure gold gradually emitting a crimson mist. It was the destruction of flesh that stained the light with a tinge of death. And the screams of agony emanating from within gradually died down.

Ni Lu's expression was even more excited. He felt that his chance was about to come, and he would still be the king. But the next scene completely wiped out his last glimmer of hope.

The golden grace actually began to shrink, disappearing into the blood mist. Rather, it was being devoured and swallowed by the blood. At the same time, it gradually became unobservable, unpredictable, and extremely unstable. Under extreme contraction, it reached "zero point," a point beyond the boundaries of the world.

If you shrink a circle, no matter how much you try, in the end, it will always leave a smallest point, not disappear. This is the zero point. It can simply hold a pool of ink used to draw a circle, or it can encompass the entire world. It is the ultimate destination, the final point of end, that can accommodate everything.

The moment the blood-red dot reached zero, the final drastic change occurred. In an instant, a powerful explosion filled everyone's vision. A blood-red light that obscured the sky and sun completely engulfed and corrupted the world. And in the distant sky, a glimmer of dawn finally emerged. However, it was a blood-red dawn punctuated by a crimson hue.

A new day, a new beginning. This light symbolizes the beginning of hope, but the gift bestowed upon the world now is annihilation.

A platinum-colored body slowly emerged from the sky. It fit seamlessly together, seamlessly integrated, yet thick and heavy, like armor. The strange form, composed almost entirely of six pairs of wings, completely occupied most of the sky.

Thick, inverted roots connected them together, like a cross standing in the center of a church, connecting the entire vast space to a single point. It was a symbolic, constant spirit. However, the platinum that looked like wings did not possess a single trace of divine aura.

In other words, it is not the "God" that people are close to and familiar with.

The feeling brought about by all this was beyond words. In just a moment, everyone realized that an absolutely irresistible will had completely descended.

And from the end of that body, a pair of scarlet claws, etched with history, perhaps even an eternal epic, transformed the obsession bred by time and experience into a baptism of the world. Solemnity, awe, fear, everything was fully presented before everyone.

The gods have arrived. Their original bodies have certainly crumbled, but why would a god care about his appearance?

Sandstorms stained with a bloody glow carelessly swept across the world. With a mere touch, most of the city was reduced to ruins in an invisible moment. The dome above the great hall also completely collapsed. They fell to the street, vanishing like all other creatures.

Under Nü Lu's incredulous gaze, a blood-red light completely engulfed his body. The next moment, this noble being, once known as a king, underwent countless drastic changes. Most of his body swelled into a disgusting mass of flesh that didn't fit him.

Then, his entire body instantly exploded, transforming into a pool of blood. Beneath the sandstorm of the crimson dawn, every trace of his existence was completely obliterated. To put it simply, he was like an ant. Even more completely destroyed than this city itself.

"Although it's still a little weak, this level has completely exceeded my imagination! As the first step to destroying this world, it's more than enough. My power, my control over all things, and the accompanying abilities of all things themselves, are quite impressive! It's truly pleasing, satisfying, and... "

The extremely excited voice that belonged to the gods, then slid into an extremely low point. She only heard her say in her heart,

"It makes people want to embrace the end."

In her eyes, everything was filled with dullness and boredom. Hiding herself and gaining such power was merely a continuation of her own responsibilities. She had personally wiped out her last remaining support in this world, and now all she had gained was a desire to hasten the destruction of this world.

But for the Dark Knights, the meaning of all this is completely different.

After Xiao Nuo had completely mastered everything, the suppression on the knights disappeared. They naturally couldn't suppress their emotions. They saw Shapi take the lead and shouted at the other party,

"Xiao Nuo...are you still Xiao Nuo? You, this is..."

"Hahaha, Xiao Nuo, that's such a stupid question. Haven't you realized yet? That's just an identity I use while operating in this world with a weak human body."

Mu Shen, however, did not hesitate to speak. She talked with everyone generously. Finally, she said,

"It can be said that the Xiao Nuo you know has never existed from the beginning."

At this time, Sifia, who had always seemed quite emotional, took a step forward and asked the other party very sincerely,

"Are you trying to say that the time we spent together was all fake? We watched you grow, fought alongside you, laughed together, and cried together..."

"That was just a play. To you, it was indeed a long time. But to me, it felt like a fleeting moment. From the very beginning, I stood on a different side from you."

"You are acting to make this world a better place, right? But the so-called world turmoil is only happening because of my existence. What I will bring to this world is destruction. All along, you and I have been enemies. There is no love at all!"

The body of the god clenched her own blood claws. The turbid air in this space made her senses more reminiscent of the bloody determination.

"I am the God of Dusk! I am the enemy of the world, and I will single-handedly destroy all that you cherish and cherish. Even now, do you still not recognize this truth? You are truly pathetic, weak, and foolish... Well, I will soon bestow upon you eternal death."

Ju Men stepped forward at this moment. As the sturdy and careful man in the team, he resisted the emotions that surged in his heart and questioned the other party,

"It doesn't matter what your unknown identity is. You said you wanted to destroy the world, but why? Speak out, just like before. Is there anything that can't be spoken of? Even if you don't value us, that relationship is real to us."

Chapter 1012 Why It’s You

"You are still our companion. Even killing the King of Perfect Men is our shared goal, isn't it? Stop suppressing yourself with that tone. We are willing to listen to your words."

A sharp laugh came out of the god's mouth, allowing everyone present to imagine what Xiao Nuo's face would look like when he showed a wild smile.

"Talk? Hahahahahahahaha, this is so funny! I didn't expect you to be so stupid. It seems you don't understand the importance of this matter at all. If there was such room, don't you think the poet wouldn't be the first to speak? Come on, fortune teller, tell me. What kind of existence is the God of Dusk to you?"

Everyone's attention turned to the silent poet again. The poet slowly raised his head and said in a clear voice,