Chapter 210: Chapter 37 Ants_3


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    A giant light gate, brilliant with color, stood amidst the vast vacuum.


    Above the base of the light gate, as broad as a expansive za, there were more than four hundred bubbles of light.


    Each light bubble housed a defeated apprentice, some crestfallen, others with missing limbs, or with gaping holes through their chests and abdomens.


    The circumstances varied greatly from one to another.


    The one thing they all shared inmon was that they retained their consciousness, and were currently viewing everything happening inside the “World” through a giant screen.


    Hundreds of beams of white light projected from the screen.


    Hundreds of light bubbles instantaneously appeared on the base of the light gate.


    Brushing off his difort, Link immediately surveyed his surroundings, verifying whether the environment was safe or not.


    Then he looked carefully at thetest notification on his wristwatch.


    Following that, he shifted his attention to the giant screen, observing the changes in the “World”.


    The “World’s” pace of time appeared to have elerated.


    Link felt as though he was watching a video on fast-forward, as the “plot” rapidly yed out.


    He saw,


    The impact of a sudden rise in temperature beginning to spread throughout the entire world.


    Water sources were visibly drying up at an rming rate.


    Vegetation was wilting, utterly listless.


    Large carnivores, unable to bear the water loss caused by the high temperature, rushed en masse towards the rivers andkes, franticallypping up water in a desperate attempt to quench their thirst and cool down.


    Quite a number of Giant Beasts died on their way.


    Some died of dehydration, others fought among themselves to the death.


    The situation with the water shortage was bing more dire.


    Vast swaths of nts withered and died.


    Herbivorous animals, starved of food, started copsing en masse.


    Smaller carnivores, who had lost their food source, became a source of food for medium-sized carnivores.


    Large carnivores began hunting medium-sized carnivores regardless of the loss and damage they suffered.


    Thergest carnivores, starved and parched nearly to the point of immobility, were left with nothing but to await their deaths.


    The “World’s” demise was imminent, right before his eyes.


    Link’s emotions suddenly turned overwhelminglyplex.


    Even though he always felt a sense of estrangement, and had never fully integrated into the Wizard World.


    The shock from killing people seemed no different from killing characters in a game’s storyline in his previous life.


    But to witness a “World”, even one teetering on the brink of destruction, elerate towards its own end due to his own n—


    This feeling was hard to put into words.


    In Link’s heart, the joy from having consecutivelypleted two mainline tasks had now vanished.


    The origin of the World.


    The ce that the giant screen was not broadcasting.


    The jade-like color of the God yer’s skeleton gradually faded away, close to reverting back to the state of aged bones prior to his awakening.


    Calling upon the God Killer Sword as a furnace to roast the World’s Origin ced a significant burden on the God yer.


    Especially with an Insect God, profoundly linked with the World’s Origin, sparing no efforts in converting the remnant divine power, the vitality transformed from the Origin Power umted over more than a thousand years, in a struggle against the furnace’s zing heat.


    This undoubtedly intensified the God yer’s expenditures.


    However, the God yer never really cared for these expenses.


    Power was something he had never actively sought after.


    Not until hundreds of beams of white light descended from the sky, carrying away all the strangers from different worlds.


    The two flickering mes in the eye sockets of the God yer paused abruptly.


    After a moment, the mes resumed their flicker.


    The God yer slowly looked up at the sky.


    It was as if he saw two golden eyes, roughly asrge as this world in its prime.


    Eyes that were detached and devoid of emotion.


    Only at this moment, did the God yer truly awaken.


    With his character, how could he have easily believed in a stranger from a different world, and have enforced the so-called “Destructive Rescue” n?


    It seemed he had been subjected to a suggestion that as long as the logic was consistent, it could be entirely epted.


    It turns out that his thoughts were being manipted.


    The God yer locked gazes with the tremendouslyrge golden eyes, feeling as if he had returned to being an insignificant ant.


    An ant that could be trifled with, and easily crushed to death.


    The “being” trifling with him was no different from the gods he once faced.


    Indifferent and emotionless, they watched as countless living beings perished.


    “Hahaha…”


    The Insect God broke free from its constraints, letting out a piercing mockingughter, “You and I are both mere ants.”


    The God yer waved his hand, the God Killer Sword, previously taking the form of the furnace, morphed automatically into Pure ck Wings, carrying the God yer upwards towards the sky.


    An ant could be deceived and could be crushed to death.


    But it would let out a noise before its death.