Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 537 The War of the Gods

The City of Glory, once a colossal behemoth embodying the last vestiges of humanity's ambition for order in the wasteland, now trembles like a fragile sandcastle in the aftershocks of a clash between two terrifying beings beyond the comprehension of all. The epicenter of the collision between the Mirror Gate and the torrent of formatting.

The deep shadows and the cold, logical purple light clashed like two colossal cosmic pythons, locked in a frenzied struggle of mutual destruction in mid-air. Each collision tore open massive, flickering spatial rifts, radiating deadly suction and violent repulsion. These rifts, like ugly scars, spread rampantly across the gray sky of the City of Glory, distorting light and devouring the clouds. Rumble!

The deadly aftershocks finally spread out in physical form, centered on the point of impact, and violently hammered the entire city in a fan shape.

In the inner city, the Tower of Glory, its towering spire like a fragile glass artifact, silently began to crumble under the sweep of spatial shockwaves. The steel frame twisted and broke, and reinforced glass fell like raindrops, turning into billions of glittering fragments that resembled dying snowflakes against the gray sky.

The ground trembled violently, the hard alloy pavement of the street arched like waves, and huge cracks opened like ferocious mouths, swallowing up vehicles and fleeing crowds who couldn't escape in time. "Divine punishment! Divine punishment has descended!"

"The end of the era! The apocalypse! It's all real!!"

"Run! Run faster—!!!"

Panic erupted instantly, like a plague.

The people who had previously appeared numb and compliant under the church's rule had now transformed into the most primal beasts driven by their survival instincts. Those hiding in their homes huddled in corners, listening to the groans of the cracking walls, trembling while clutching their children, and whispering prayers for it all to end quickly. The crowds in the streets were even more desperate; some collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the crack in the sky that resembled the eye of a demon, their minds shattered.

Regardless of status or position, merchants, workers, scavengers... everyone screamed, pushed and shoved, fleeing like headless flies. The chaos erupted instantly, filled with cries and the deafening roar of collapsing buildings. In the church hall, the magnificent yet cold spire was swept away by the edge of a sudden spatial fold, instantly obliterating a corner. Countless colorful stained-glass windows crumbled to dust with a "crash." Inside the church, the priests and guards who were organizing and preparing to deal with the unrest were violently thrown to the ground by the tremor.

The once arrogant and orderly guards of the faith were also thrown into panic. Some dropped their weapons and fled in panic, while others fired shots into the sky in vain, and even fired wildly at the spatial rift, but the bullets were like pebbles thrown into the deep sea, unable to even create a ripple.

"My lord! We..." A high-ranking deacon scrambled to the priest's feet.

"Silence!" The bishop snapped back to reality, his voice sharp and distorted, filled with a fear he himself was unaware of. "Hold the line! The divine is fighting the enemy; we cannot stand idly by!" His command was interrupted by an even greater tremor, dust cascading from the cracks in the dome. Though unspoken, everyone knew this was a battle they could not intervene in. The entrance to a relatively sturdy underground bunker.

Several heads peeked out furtively. One of the men, his face pale beneath his visor, clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. "Hawk... is this... is this something we can still fight?"

Through remote monitoring and the tremors of the ground, she felt the devastating power. Her communicator was filled with desperate calls from various squads and chaotic background noise. The short-haired female warrior clutched the wound under her ribs; the pain was overshadowed by the scene before her, leaving only a profound sense of powerlessness. "The plan...all our plans...in the face of it..." She shook her head, unable to utter the rest of her words.

Hawke himself stood at the very front, his back to the crowd. His tall frame swayed slightly from the violent tremors, his hands clenched into fists and hanging limply at his sides. His eyes were fixed on the apocalyptic scene on the screen, his pupils reflecting the purple light and demonic shadows tearing through the sky. His face showed no anger, no fear, only a sense of powerlessness utterly overwhelmed by the cold reality. The sewage churned violently, the pipes groaning as if they were about to collapse, terrifying roars and faint screams, filtering through the thick layers of soil and the flowing water, becoming a dull yet chilling background sound.

"Damn it! Is everything in chaos up there? The omnics have broken in?!" Old Chimney huddled behind a trusted aide, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Leisen pressed himself against the slippery, cold pipe wall, his eyes flashing with a fierce and tense light.

He listened intently to the terrifying noises above, noises far beyond his comprehension. "No...it's not an earthquake, nor is it artillery fire."

A deep-seated unease, stemming from his very biological instincts, sent chills down his spine. He could "sense" something far more terrifying. "You're probably right." "What do you mean, right?" The old chimney's panicked expression suddenly froze. He stared blankly at Leisen. "You, you mean... up there... up there are the Epochs, the Gods of the Epochs!?" As if stripped of all strength, the old chimney slumped into the sewage, his facial muscles trembling involuntarily. "I told you to hurry up and leave, now look what happened, we can't leave at all..." Leisen didn't bother with him. He turned to look at the horrified Yedi and Suolin. "Hey, Big Head, where's the rendezvous point the Wolf Rider told me to take you to?" "What the hell, Big Head! My name is Suolin, okay!" Suolin couldn't help but retort, then quickly replied. "But do you think it's even worth going to the meeting point now?" "It's better than doing nothing, right?" Leisen forced a helpless smile; he was truly at a loss.

“That’s true…” Zolin sighed. “Originally, the Wolf Riders wanted to take advantage of the battle between the Old Chimney and the Rebels against the Church to distract us and then send us to the Tower Laboratory, but it doesn’t matter now.” “Tower Laboratory?” Leisen frowned.

During his time mingling in the lower city of Glorious City, he had learned about the situation there. The Tower Laboratory was a cutting-edge laboratory established before Glorious City was occupied by the Gods of the Epoch. Originally, this laboratory was a product of the Ark Laboratory, a research site specifically used for the Ark Knights project. After the Gods of the Epoch descended, it became the territory of the Church of the Epoch, and its defenses were extremely formidable.

But now...

Thinking of the aftermath of the battle above, Leisen curled his lip.

With a goal in mind, Leisen didn't hesitate any longer. He picked up Yedi and tied Suolin around his waist. "Hold on tight, little girl." "Shu! Where are you going!?" Old Chimney noticed Leisen's actions and hurriedly scrambled to his feet.

"Tower Laboratory".

"Are you crazy?!" Old Chimney's mouth dropped open. "Look at the state of things outside! You, you actually went to a place like that!" Leisen stopped and turned to look at Old Chimney. "This has nothing to do with you. You'd better find somewhere to hide. After this is all over, I'll need your 'ticket' to the south." "I..."

Before the old chimney could finish speaking, accompanied by the sound of rushing footsteps, Leisen's figure disappeared into the depths of the pipe.

Cold, foul-smelling sewage flowed down Leisen's neck, mixing with the blood and sweat on his face.

He gritted his teeth, his thick arms straining against the slippery sewer edge, muscles bulging, as he forcefully dragged his heavy body out of the hole leading to hell. But the scene outside had already been completely transformed.

The leaden sky was gone, replaced by a massive, spiderweb-like network of dark purple spatial rifts that had torn open the entire dome. These rifts crisscrossed, their edges flickering with unstable, chilling arcs of electricity, emanating an aura of utter emptiness that devoured everything, menacingly covering every inch of the sky as far as the eye could see. "Spatial structure collapse rate 17.6%, local gravitational anomaly field coverage radius exceeding 3.5 kilometers... Energy level... No matching record source." Zolin's mechanical eyes spun rapidly, capturing every anomalous energy point and spatial distortion in the sky. The camera's red light flashed rapidly, and the internal cooling fan noise suddenly increased, indicating that the core processor was under high load.

"Braise..." Leisen's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he uttered an extremely vulgar word.

His scarred, usually resolute and fierce face was now filled with shock and a deep-seated bewilderment.

His gaze, straining against the pale, dark purple light, pierced through the gaps in the suspended colossal debris, capturing the most chilling core of the apocalyptic scene beneath the distant sky. Above the distorted, broken skyline, a dense shadow, like a raging torrent, surged, coalesced, and crashed against the crescent moon like a living thing. The shadow was as deep as ink, yet countless eerie points of light shone through it. Its target was the massive metallic sphere, suspended in the center of the shattered crescent moon, radiating destructive pressure. "Target conflict energy level...exponential overflow...survival probability calculation."

Zolin's eyes sparkled.

"What's the point of calculating this? Let's get going, you big dummy!"