Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

1817 The Global Reboot

Meng Chao and Lu Siya exchanged looks.

The two of them could not understand. Since the Holy Light faction had already suffered such a devastating blow, how did the end of Dragon City come?

“Just as we were winning one victory after another and were about to occupy the enemy’s most important Holy Light Temple, a terrifying prophecy quietly spread both inside and outside Dragon City,” Su Mulian said in a trembling voice.

“It’s said that the Holy Light faction had an ultimate weapon.

“As long as they sacrificed enough lives, they could make a request to their supreme god in the sky, asking their god to completely destroy this world.

“When that happened, ten thousand suns would fall from the sky, dry up the oceans, turn mountains and rivers into surging magma, and burn all the living creatures in the world into scorching ashes.

“The Holy Light faction never used their ultimate weapon because they couldn’t control such a weapon’s range of attack and level of destruction.

“Once their supreme god believed that this land was too corrupted, the scope of destruction would likely be the entire Other World, even the entire planet.

“From Monster Mountain Range to Picturesque Orchid Lake, from the Land of Holy Light to the Eternal Night Abyss, from the atmosphere to a hundred meters underground, whether it was a Ninth-circle sorcerer, a Deity Realm master, or an Apocalyptic Beast, they couldn’t escape the heavenly fire’s attack.

“By the time the heavenly fire, which would burn for eighty-one days, was finally extinguished, both the Holy Light faction and their enemies would be history. The birth of the next civilization would begin from the evolution of bacteria in billions of years.

“You should be able to imagine that at that time, the people of Dragon City, from the leaders to the ordinary people, held such an absurd ‘prophecy’ with contempt and scorn.

“Even a Ninth-circle sorcerer could burn up his life force and not stop our flood of steel.

“Yet, they wanted to deceive us into stopping the war with such whimsical rumors? How was that possible?

“Dragon City’s war machines had been running at maximum capacity. No one, not even the leader Lu Siya, could easily stop them.

“Therefore, the Dragon City civilization and the Chaos faction’s allies launched a general attack on the Holy Light faction’s last fortress, which was also their headquarters, the legendary Holy Light Temple that was connected to the Ocean of Light. It was all according to their established plan.

“The Holy Light Temple was bombarded by hundreds of railway guns, as well as thousands of armored airships, and it collapsed in the rumbling artillery fire. However, the people later realized in despair that the absurd prophecy had become a cruel reality when they stared at the sky, which lit up abruptly.

“In an instant, the sky became ten times brighter. The dusky dawn suddenly turned into a summer noon, and the sunlight was blinding.

“Then, orange flames burned up the sky like it was a fragile piece of paper, creating thousands of cracks and holes.

“The high-temperature sunlight measured at more than ten thousand degrees. It was comparable to a sticky liquid, flowing down through the cracks and holes before falling on the cities, fields, mountains, oceans, as well as the humans, orcs, dwarfs, elves, skeletons, ogres, and mages who lived between the urban and rural areas.

“The destructive flames from the sky instantly turned the intelligent carbon-based creatures that were fighting each other into black, fuzzy, and three-dimensional shadows.

“The people who lived among the skyscrapers only left behind vivid silhouettes on the surrounding walls before they disappeared without a trace.

“However, in less than half a second, the walls with the mottled silhouettes, together with the magnificent skyscrapers they belonged to, were obliterated into nothingness, just like fragile human beings.

“That was the scene I saw before my final destruction.”

Su Mulian ended her recollection.

She looked at Meng Chao and Lu Siya in a daze like an ancient ghost.

Meng Chao gulped with great difficulty. His palms were sweaty and cold.

He could totally imagine the tragic and desperate scene based on Su Mulian’s description.

This was because the same scene had also appeared before his eyes during countless long nights.

Lu Siya had never experienced an apocalyptic nightmare like Meng Chao.

Nevertheless, she narrowed her eyes and observed Su Mulian for a long time. She realized that this was no simple matter too. At least, Su Mulian was not lying.

“So, are you trying to change the future?”

Meng Chao heard himself say each word in a mechanical voice. “You want to change Dragon City’s fate of being destroyed at all costs, even if you have to pay with your reputation and even your life?”

“Yes.”

Su Mulian had the expression of a martyr, appearing both fanatical and calm. “I believe that anyone who has the same experience as me would make the same choice.”

“But have you ever thought that even if the future you see in your dream of us being destroyed by the flames of the apocalypse is real to a certain extent, we have better ways of changing it?”

Meng Chao frowned a little. As he thought about it, he said, “What I mean is, you could have told us about these things earlier. For example, when we first met.

“Instead of waiting for things to get out of hand and then using such a radical method as ‘assassinating Lu Siya?'”

“Would you have believed it when you first met me?” Su Mulian asked.

Meng Chao really wanted to say that he would have definitely believed her.

Then again, without similar experience, it would be difficult for anyone to believe and accept such a thing.

“It would’ve been useless even if you believed me. I didn’t remember such details when we first met in the depths of the Lair.

Su Mulian went on. “In fact, what I just described is the ‘future timeline’ that I managed to sort out and piece together after years of thinking and combing through the connections.

“A lot of information and clues have only surfaced in my head in the past three to five months, or even the past three to five days, and they are becoming increasingly clear.

“Before that, the nightmares about the future were like colorful, twisted oil paintings produced by mental patients. The oil paintings were given life by evil sorcerers, and they kept wriggling and rolling in my head.

“It was as if I could only receive random, broken, upside-down, and mottled ‘future memory fragments.’ There would only be an ear-splitting scream, a burning picture, a grand celebration, or excruciating pain from the future.

“Back then, except for the fact that the apocalypse was about to happen, I knew nothing about its cause and course, just like you. How could I have been honest with you?”