What is this... what's going on?

Roland tried to make a sound or move his body, but he could not get any feedback. The light and dark images kept flashing in front of his eyes, looking like a slide.

Countless black dots travel back and forth by the sinkhole, like ants building nests. Gradually, a high platform rose from the ground. However, compared to the huge sinkhole, the huge platform was only equivalent to a slight bump on the surface.

But he was surprised to find that he had seen this building made of rough stone.

On the mural of the temple of Cursed.

With his thoughts, the scenes covered with snowflakes also brought much closer to the "hiss" sound... The black dots turned into wriggling creatures, and their appearance was exactly the same as the "subject" and the radiation clan in the mural.

Soon, the scene in front of me seemed to overlap with the content of the mural.

More than ten subjects held the relics of the gods and climbed up to the high platform and surrounded them in a circle, with their bodies swelling and contracting, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

Under the high platform, tens of thousands of stickman were taken around the sinkhole, and then pushed into the bottomless pit in the radial tribe's wild dance...

In this fanatical atmosphere, the last piece of relics was put on, and the clear crystal became a complete and smooth prism. It burst out with dazzling light, drifted towards the sinkhole, then fell straight down, and soon disappeared from view.

He suddenly realized that this might be the "bottomless realm" mentioned by Lan.

However, this is just the beginning.

The following scene made Roland's eyes widen.

An orange light beam rose from the pit and went straight into the sky. This scene seemed like a strange phenomenon when the dream world was opened in the mouth of an ancient witch, but it was much more magnificent. The position in the sky happened to face the "Red Moon", which was where the erosion was. For a moment, the heaven and the earth seemed to be connected together. The so-called bottomless realm and the erosion mouth were only the two ends of the light beam.

The radial tribes rushed to the sinkholes, like moths flying into flames.

But they did not fall into the abyss, but floated up lightly, as if they were held by something, rising towards the end of the sky.

For a time, countless black dots appeared in the light column.

Is this...the upgrade of civilization...

Looking at the black dots hidden into the clouds in the soft light column, Roland couldn't help but think, breaking away from the shackles of the earth and entering the new world... Such a magnificent scene, I'm afraid anyone will feel turbulent when they see it.

But in this scene, he heard a strong sigh, and the sound seemed to echo directly in his mind, so clear that it could not be an illusion.

After sighing, the flow rate of time has obviously increased a lot faster, and the snowflake-like noise has become increasingly dense.

The ever-changing picture makes the earth look like a world of change.

There were scattered towns next to the patio. Perhaps not all the radial races chose to throw themselves into the pillar of light, but a small part of them stayed there. Is it out of nostalgia for this world, or fear of the sky and the unknown? Roland didn't know. He only saw that occasionally there were still black spots walking into the passage connecting the world, just like those adventurers in the legendary stories who pursued the deeds of the sages and embarked on the unknown road, but compared to the scene where the clans gathered at the beginning, they seemed much lonely.

And the light of the column of light became dimmer and dimming.

Until at some point, it flashed twice and disappeared completely without a trace.

The dense snowflakes have covered every corner of the field of view, as if a sign that the story is coming to an end. According to this situation, the world will return to peace, and the legend of the road to heaven will be left in the biography of the radiology clan for future generations to pass on. Perhaps there will be unwilling latecomers going deep into the courtyard, trying to find the road to upgrading and regain the glory of the gods, but that will be a long time later.

Just when Roland thought the picture would end like this, a "high wall" suddenly appeared at the end of the earth.

At first he thought it was just an illusion. After all, the dense snowflakes had seriously hindered the vision, but when the wall approached the patio bit by bit, he finally saw clearly what it was.

The huge waves higher than the desperate mountains were pressing towards the earth with an unstoppable momentum, instantly swallowing up those towns like building blocks. The height of the waves was even flush with the clouds, reflecting a new skyline under the sunlight.

Roland could imagine how desperate the Radiation Clan witnessed all this.

But this is far from the end of disaster.

Just after the tsunami, the volcanoes bulged in the distance. The violent eruption overshadowed the sun, and the volcanic ash rushed into the sky, forming a special discharge phenomenon. Then heavy rain and cold winter came one after another, as if the movement of the earth's crust suddenly entered the most active period. In the face of this doomsday scene, the original appearance of the world no longer exists.

"Hiss...hiss..."

The picture gradually distorted, and the noise had almost filled everything he saw tightly at this moment.

Before all the scenes disappeared, the last scene he saw was the melting of the glacier, a tenacious plant poked its head out of the soil and spreading its new buds.

"His Majesty……"

"Your Majesty... are you okay?"

Roland felt gently shaken, his tone full of worry.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the ubiquitous snowflakes disappeared, and everything in his eyes returned to a clear appearance, and it was still the inland dock.

"It's over?" Roland looked at his palm and said to himself.

Phyllis thought he was asking her, "Yes, all the enemies were solved, and no one escaped. Those magic cores also dissipated together, and the process lasted for several minutes. Only you stood there motionless, as if... asleep. Your Majesty, are you really okay?"

Roland didn't know whether he was a good thing or not. The things he had experienced before were not an illusion. Now, after a moment of thinking, he could reproduce all the scenes he saw, just as if there was a sudden memory of unknown origin in his mind. It would be fine if it was just like this, but he could even feel the fatigue and fatigue brought to him by the passage of time, as if he had completed the journey of thousands of years in just a few minutes.

That sigh also became an expression of his empathy.

What Lan said suddenly appeared in Roland's mind.

"What I told you, what you have learned in person is the real answer."

Is this the end of the battle of divine will?

"I'm fine," he took a deep breath, "but seeing some strange sight."

"A strange scene?" Phyllis blinked, then skipped the sentence, "It's not the time to say this now. Your Majesty. The light just now almost shines half of the sky. Many people should have noticed this area. If they don't leave as soon as possible, they will probably be noticed by the association."

"I understand, just return in groups when I came." He nodded.

Roland cannot tell whether it is the memory of the messenger or something else for the time being, but he believes that these unknown questions will one day find the answer.
Chapter completed!