Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 547 Advance

Leisen wasn't joking when he said that.

Shortly after everyone left, a deep, dense buzzing sound, like the flapping of the wings of millions of metal locusts, swept in like a tide from the western and northern horizons.

The sound approached rapidly, growing louder as it grew louder.

On the scorched, shattered horizon of the Ruins of Glory, against the gloomy backdrop of the ruins of the Temple of Harvest, countless intelligent machines, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, surged forth like a metallic tide.

They are not scattered scouts, but organized war machine.

The ground units consist of low-slender, agile quadrupedal scouts, heavy assault units as bulky as fortresses, and multi-legged flat-tops equipped with rotating turrets and energy weapons. The air units consist of disc-shaped reconnaissance aircraft, streamlined attack aircraft formations, and massive transport aircraft.

Like an army composed of the most sophisticated killing machines, they instantly encircled the still-warm graveyard, which had just been ravaged by the divine war, from the west and north sides of the ruins with unstoppable force.

The torrent of metal came to an abrupt halt at the edge of the ruins.

Instead of rushing into the ruins to sweep or rescue as expected, they slowly came to a stop.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The icy torrent of machinery and the scorching ruins of death formed the most bizarre confrontation, with tens of thousands of eerie blue electronic eyes, like the gaze of death, densely focused on the same point.

There was no firing, no advancing, no communication, only that deep, heart-pounding background noise, a cacophony of countless idling engines and the hum of energy cores.

They surrounded the ruins, but merely watched.

Looking at the remains of that "god" that once represented absolute rules and the will to reap, now broken and on the verge of complete destruction. Then...

Boom!!

A deafening roar, more muffled and heavy than any previous explosion, as if the earth itself were wailing, erupted from the center of the Ruins of Glory.

A massive gray-black mushroom cloud, several kilometers in diameter, mixed with turbulent purple-black energy, metal fragments, and thick dust, slowly rose into the air. The ruins of the Temple of the God of Harvest finally crashed heavily onto the graveyard of ruins it had created.

The violent shockwave, like a world-ending tsunami, once again swept across this ravaged land. The heavy units in the front row of the outer encircling omnipotentiary formation were slightly shaken by the impact, and their outer armor emitted a screeching sound. However, the entire formation remained as still as a rock. Only the low-flying reconnaissance aircraft swayed a few times like fallen leaves scattered by a gale.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the last glimmer of sunlight.

The few remaining screams from the ruins, those who had not yet escaped, were instantly and completely drowned out by this final, destructive roar.

Beyond the pervasive, deadly dust, the silent, boundless torrent of metal still stood still.

Countless cold electronic eyes pierced through the smoke and dust, scanning and analyzing the final scene of destruction in the core area.

Red scanning beams crisscrossed in the smoke and dust, enveloping the area, but they did nothing, seemingly merely witnessing the final act of destruction. A cold, desolate wind, carrying sand and grit, scraped against everyone's cheeks.

The land beneath their feet was no longer the scorched earth on the edge of the City of Glory, but had been completely transformed into a dry and cracked riverbed, weathered and jagged boulders, and a desolate river stubbornly covered with scattered, withered thorns.

The air here is dry and biting, carrying the scent of dust and the unknown wilderness of the distance, which washes away the suffocating smell of burnt and death behind us. The sky is a sickly gray, and the huge spatial rift still stretches across the sky like an ugly scar, but it no longer seems as suffocating as it was in the city.

At this moment

Rumble rumble rumble...

A deep, muffled echo rolled across the desolate ground from the distant direction they had just fled.

The sound wasn't sharp or piercing, but it carried a heart-pounding, incredibly heavy feeling, and the dry ground beneath our feet vibrated noticeably.

For an instant.

It was as if I was being pulled by an invisible thread.

Tang Zijun, Leisen, Yedi, Suolinlin, and even Scáthach—everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing and turned to look. Their gazes passed over the jagged rocks and landed on the distant horizon.

In the distance, the city that had borne the weight of decades of struggle and ambition, the massive city that had just become a battlefield for the gods and was then crushed by the ruins of the temple, had completely disappeared from sight. The undulating terrain of the Arakawa River and the vast distance completely obscured it.

However, at the edge of the field of vision, beneath that gray, cracked sky, a jet-black column of smoke, like a pillar of hell, was rising into the sky with an extremely violent momentum.

The column of smoke was an extremely dark black, its base seemingly connected to the core of destruction, churning with boiling energy, mixed with the faint glow of dark red embers that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

It spread rapidly upwards, with the top of the huge cloud of smoke constantly churning, forming a terrifying shape that blotted out the sky, resembling a giant mushroom cloud formed after a volcanic eruption.

Its scale is so vast that even at such a great distance, it still occupies a portion of the sky above the horizon.

On the Arakawa River, all was deathly silent.

Only the cold wind swept through the cracks in the rocks, emitting a low, mournful sound.

Leisen looked at the plume of smoke with a complicated expression, then glanced silently in Tang Zijun's direction, and sighed deeply.

Yedi's little face was also incredibly complicated. She didn't understand many profound truths, but she knew that the "home" that had once sheltered her and also filled her with immense fear had completely vanished, along with many, many others like her who were struggling to survive.

In the distance, the old chimney lay slumped on the ground. Looking at the plume of smoke, the last glimmer of light in his cloudy old eyes seemed to have been extinguished. He clutched the bag in his arms tightly, his body trembling slightly, his lips moving silently, as if mourning his lost underground kingdom, or perhaps rejoicing over something.

Tang Zijun stood quietly, her cold eyes reflecting the scene of destruction.

He saw the mixed energy spectrum within the column of smoke, the final product of the complete annihilation of the core of the Temple of Harvest, along with the annihilation of its formatted power and the remnants of Scáthach's shadow power.

Zolin's mechanical eyes slowly rotated. "The first era's gods were in the dead lands of the wasteland; this could be considered a kind of 'glory'..." The wind seemed to grow colder.

Time seemed to stand still over this desolate river.

The towering black column of smoke, symbolizing the end of destruction, became the sole focus of the world.

After a long while, Tang Zijun slowly withdrew his gaze. He turned away from the black column of smoke and his cold gaze swept over the people around him and the group of controlled bodies.

"Let's go," he said softly, breaking the heavy silence over the Arakawa River. "This... is no longer our battlefield." There was no further discussion, just a simple phrase and an instruction to continue.

Leisen took a deep breath of the cold air, picked up his weapon again, and cautiously surveyed his surroundings. The group set off again, heading deeper into the land of Arakawa.

Behind them, the black column of smoke, resembling a giant tombstone, continued to spread silently on the distant horizon, painting the gray sky with a deep, inky black.

Ahead, there was only howling wind, jagged rocks, and a desolate river that appeared even more empty and cold after being ravaged by destruction.