Divine Calamity Descends: A Decade Ahead of Global Dominance

Chapter 20 The Ultimate Scheme! Let the gods tear the gods apart!

The wind howled on the precipice.

The countdown ticked wildly before finally freezing.

【00:59:59】

This number is burning the retinas of everyone.

The last line of the blood-red warning—"Michael the Blasphemer"—carried a judgment from the clouds, making the air thick with tension.

"It's over..."

The stewed goose in the iron pot felt weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.

LV45, Epic Boss.

The despair evoked by this string of characters far surpassed that of ten thousand sacrificial souls.

Su Zihan's body trembled slightly, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright, as if countless streams of data were burning deep within her pupils.

"The model... has completely collapsed." Her voice was hoarse. "Actively calling out, forcibly compressing time... it has the authority to modify the underlying rules... This isn't a sacrifice, it's a forced 'fusion'! It wants to use the Inquisitor's divine core to complete its own form of existence!"

"Boss, we..." Zhuang Bugui gripped his twin swords tightly, looked at Wang Yan, and awaited instructions.

Even if it means death, he wants to die on the front lines.

However, no one could understand Wang Yan's reaction.

He casually turned off the glaring system warning.

He looked down at the bottomless black staircase, his eyes filled with scrutiny, not fear.

"Su Zihan".

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"You just said we were sacrifices?"

Su Zihan suddenly looked up at him.

"No." Wang Yan slowly shook his head, his dark eyes reflecting the gloom of the earth. "You're wrong, and I'm wrong too."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Su Zihan, then over Zhuang Bugui, and finally landing on his own hand.

"We are not sacrifices."

"We are... players."

Contestant?

These two words instantly brought Su Zihan's high-speed thinking to a standstill.

Wang Yan didn't give her time to think; his speech suddenly quickened, as if he were stating a given fact.

"Just now, I read a piece of information from those fragments of remnant souls."

"A trial, a throne."

"A cold and vast will, called the qualifier for the 'Throne of the Void'."

"The ultimate victor will ascend the throne and become the new 'One'."

boom!

These words exploded in Su Zihan's mind!

Her entire worldview model, built upon public test data, was shattered to pieces at that moment!

Trials? Throne of Gods?

This is not a game!

This is an election for... the new gods!

"You mean..." Su Zihan's voice was dry, trembling uncontrollably, "that thing underground, Judge Michael, and even...we, are all participants in this qualifying round?"

"Not entirely," Wang Yan corrected. "It and Michael were losers in the previous round or even earlier. We, on the other hand, are newcomers to this era, just stepping onto the field."

"It wants to merge with Michael, not for completion, but for... cheating!"

"It wants to devour the legacy of another loser, fake the posture of a 'winner,' and regain its eligibility to participate!"

Every word Wang Yan uttered precisely dissected the deepest logic of the event.

The light in Su Zihan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, her fear replaced by an intense thirst for knowledge and excitement.

She got it.

Wang Yan was not talking nonsense.

He possesses intelligence from a higher dimension that is completely beyond my reach!

"So," Su Zihan said, her breathing quickening, "your plan is..."

"It's very simple." Wang Yan's lips curled into a smile.

"Since it's a qualifying round, let's play with style and skill."

He held up three fingers.

"First, I need you to use the divine energy that dissipated before Michael's descent to rebuild the analytical model within one hour and calculate the 'mouth' of that thing underground—the point where the energy is most concentrated, accurate to the meter."

"Second, Zhuang Bugui, use your life to be the 'tetherer.' After Michael descends, you don't have to do anything except lead him to the location I designate, so that it precisely matches the 'mouth' underground."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhuang Bugui nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

"Three," Wang Yan's gaze fell back on himself, and he slowly raised the "Godslayer Aberration" in his hand, "I will go to the side of that 'mouth' and wait for them."

"Wait until they're locked in combat, at their weakest and most unable to move..."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"I'll go clear the field for this qualifier."

Su Zihan's heart pounded.

madman!

This plan is more insane, more precise, and more feasible than the previous "disembowelment" plan!

This is no longer gambling, but a precise arbitrage based on higher-level rules!

"I need permission!" Su Zhahan said immediately. "Your 'divine perception' can capture the most subtle energy flows; share it with me!"

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded.

[System: Player "Unnamed" has shared partial vision of your talents with you. Duration: one hour.]

The world changed instantly before Su Zihan's eyes.

In the air, countless pale golden, sacred energy particles, invisible to the naked eye, were slowly descending from the sky. Meanwhile, underground, streams of dark, malevolent energy were stirring restlessly.

Her eyes were instantly filled with a massive stream of data, and she entered an "overclocking" computing state.

"Iron Pot, Qiqi." Wang Yan looked at the last two.

"Big brother!" The two immediately stood up straight.

"Your task is the simplest, and also the most important." Wang Yan pointed towards the direction of the newbie village in the distance. "Now, go down the mountain immediately and call all players above level 5 over here."

"Huh?" The man with the stewed goose in an iron pot was dumbfounded. "Call them here... to their deaths?"

"No." Wang Yan shook his head, his eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Call them over...to be the audience."

"Tell them that the first epic bosses in the entire server, 'Unnamed' and 'Sword as the Man,' are going to be killed here. Anyone who wants a piece of the action, anyone who wants to watch the show, come on over."

"Remember, stay 500 meters away from the back mountain, and don't go any closer. Just say... we're worried they might steal our equipment."

Although Tieguo and Qiqi were puzzled, they immediately carried out the order and scrambled down the mountain.

"You..." Su Zihan spared a moment of attention from the massive amount of data and looked at Wang Yan with confusion, "What are you going to do? Irrelevant people will only become variables."

"No, they are 'sacrifices'," Wang Yan's voice drifted over.

Su Zihan was taken aback.

"That thing underground needs energy. Michael also needs objects of 'judgment' to demonstrate his divine power," Wang Yan sneered. "A few thousand vibrant souls gathered together would be the best bait. They would make those two 'losers' even more eager to bite each other."

"And I need these 'audiences' to witness..."

"How a new god is born."

Su Zihan fell silent.

As she watched Wang Yan's retreating figure, she realized for the first time how pale her pride in wisdom seemed in the face of this man.

Time passed by, second by second.

【00:10:00】

【00:05:00】

【00:01:00】

The direction of the beginner village was bustling with noise. Countless players had gathered 500 meters away, craning their necks and discussing among themselves.

On the cliff, Su Zihan suddenly raised her head and pointed to a clearing thirty meters to Wang Yan's left front.

"Coordinates (733, 1589)! That's it! The most energetic singularity!"

Wang Yan's figure vanished instantly, reappearing at the coordinates, where he gently touched the ground with the tip of the "Godslayer - Aberration" sword.

Zhuang Bugui took a deep breath and stood between Wang Yan and the sky, his eyes resolute.

【00:00:10】

……

【00:00:03】

【00:00:02】

【00:00:01】

boom--!!!

The sky has cracked open.

A massive crack made entirely of light stretched across the sky.

Endless holy light poured down, illuminating the entire area as bright as day.

The sacred choir's voices resounded through the sky, yet carried a twisted and frenzied quality, like metal scraping against metal.

A colossal, three-meter-tall humanoid figure, clad in platinum armor, slowly descended from the crevice. Six wings of radiant light extended from his back, and he wielded a massive cross-shaped sword engulfed in white flames.

Beneath his mask, there were no facial features, only a pulsating, chaotic holy light.

[LV45 Second-Rank Inquisitor - Michael the Blasphemer (Epic)]

The moment he arrived, an unparalleled aura swept across the entire area.

Five hundred meters away, thousands of players instantly struggled to breathe, with the lowest-level players even being forced to their knees by the pressure!

"The blasphemer..."

A grand and cold voice resounded in everyone's minds.

Michael's head slowly turned, and the chaotic holy light "gaze" swept over Zhuang Bugui, over Su Zihan, and finally settled on Wang Yan, who was holding a black magic sword.

"...It should be purified with divine flames."

He raised the flaming greatsword in his hand.

However, Wang Yan laughed.

Facing that divine might, he raised his head and, through spiritual communication, precisely sent a sentence into the chaotic core of Michael's consciousness.

"Michael, don't rush to make a move."

"Don't you want to know...?"

"Who stole the 'crown' from your divine throne?"