Chapter 136: The Gift from the Three Great Wizard Kingdoms

"You must come back alive."

The tall, beautiful blonde girl screamed desperately, then turned and ran, disappearing into the crowd.

With a thud!

The book fell to the ground.

Its pages quickly flapped open in the wind, each page standing upright like an octopus's tentacle. It seemed to stare blankly at the retreating figure, taking a long time to register what had happened.

He paused for a moment, then instinctively posted a screenshot online.

"It's beginning," he murmured, his expression growing resolute as he looked up.

In the sky above, the colossal Cthulhuian evil god was enveloped in surging mist, forming a vast, thick, blood-red cloud ring. It resembled a massive steam engine, or even a nuclear mushroom cloud encircling its body.

"That's the manifestation of the wizards' spiritual energy from its outer skin, converging into a terrifying sight," he thought, his throat dry. He could barely suppress his fear, his eyes widening. "Over these past hundred years, every one of its body parts has reached the level of a Second-Tier Wizard."

As a part of the evil god, he was naturally immune to its "unspeakable dread"; merely seeing its physical form would not lead to his death.

However, he was gradually sensing an invisible suction force, pulling him, tugging him, calling to him, as if beckoning him back to a mother's warm embrace.

This Cthulhuian evil god was too powerful.

It had already begun, instinctively, to draw its scattered body parts back to itself.

And perhaps, once it grew even stronger, it would sense even its hidden organs, leaving them with nowhere to hide, as they were, after all, originally parts of its body.

"What a creature of terrifying potential we have created," the black book murmured, its metaphorical heart heavy with an unspeakable weight.

At the edge of the shattered mountain-seat.

The Cthulhuian evil god was trembling violently. It finally stood up completely, its full combat power restored, and its body was enveloped in swirling black mist.

Only when most people had fled did the Cthulhuian evil god's voice reverberate—a terrifying, overlapping sound, majestic, chaotic, and furious: "Too many of our subservient subjects have been lost."

"Charlotte, is this your final struggle? Where are the others? Armin, Cersei?" The Cthulhuian evil god's gaze was calm as it stared at Charlotte in the air before it. It did not believe Charlotte would come offering herself up for death without reason.

The Cthulhuian evil god's mere voice and gaze caused the demigod Charlotte, who was on the same level, to turn somewhat pale.

However, Charlotte suddenly became calm, raising the ink-black longsword in her hand. "Do you know what this is in my hand?"

"Pandora?"

"Yes," Charlotte replied, a sudden, mirthless laugh escaping her. "Someone once told me that Pandora's Box, from ancient legends, contained disaster, misfortune, deceit, plague, twisted fear, and the ultimate evil of the world. Once opened, Pandora's Box would unleash the power to destroy the world."

"Ridiculous," the Cthulhuian evil god scoffed, shaking its head.

"But it's not ridiculous now."

Charlotte raised her longsword high, and the spatial magic box slowly opened a minuscule gap.

Instantly, the spatial gap emitted an incredibly dense, terrifying energy—the spirits and grievances of the dead. It was thick and concentrated, carrying an inexplicable decay and a spine-chilling tremor.

Boom!

The moment the magic box opened, it seemed as if the minds of all living beings across the land were jolted.

"Has something terrifying appeared?"

"No, it's like something has been opened!"

On the ground, everyone in a fleeing refugee group sensed something.

It was an instinctive feeling of dread, as if at that instant, all the blood in their bodies rushed back to their hearts, almost causing their hearts to burst from suffocation as they were overwhelmed by the surging blood.

This was the surging, heart-pounding sensation of a high-energy, transcendent world invading a barren, low-energy world—a massive influx of power.

"What is that in the sky? A black even more terrifying than night?"

Someone looked up. The night sky seemed to be covered by an even deeper black light.

"My god!"

"Don't look back! The evil god cannot be gazed upon directly!"

"But the sky, how can this be? What's happening behind us!"

"Is our world coming to an end?"

Large numbers of people in the fleeing group were consumed by extreme panic.

Humanity's oldest and strongest emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown.

In their eyes, the world's common sense and understanding were utterly overturned at that moment.

Ordinary people on the ground could not discern that this was not actual light, but merely a mental illusion caused by an extremely concentrated death energy.

"The wizards of the Three Kingdoms transformed death into a treasure, bestowing it upon this world's last hope," Linda sighed, unable to suppress a choked sob, among the fleeing crowd.

She dared not turn her head to look at the Cthulhuian evil god behind her, instead striding firmly forward. "To exchange death for the only truth—that is the final dignity of the wizards of our era."

Whoosh!

The spatial magic box had opened only a fingernail-sized gap, yet it emitted a suffocating energy.

The resentment and spiritual energy within that space were so incredibly dense that even the chaotic Cthulhuian evil god felt a strong, vague unease.

Deep within the space was a black altar.

A hazy, spectral figure sat cross-legged, seemingly embodying endless truth, like the most terrifying entity in the world.

"Dense to this extent!" The Cthulhuian evil god was instantly horrified.

How many had died, exactly?

No, how many *powerful* individuals had died?

All the elites of the Three Kingdoms—countless legends, epics, and even demigods, all the top wizards accumulated over a thousand years of civilization—had perished in this small space.

Pandora's Box, created by a Level Six Legendary Wizard, had an internal space of only two hundred cubic meters. Yet, it gave the impression of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with countless energies seemingly solidifying into liquid.

The two individuals within the Cthulhuian evil god felt an irrepressible shock.

"This is a small world saturated with energy. Could it be that they intend to break through to the legendary mythical tier within this small space?"

"So, are you afraid now?" Charlotte smiled.

The Cthulhuian evil god paused for a few seconds, regaining its composure from the shock, and then it, too, began to laugh. "Yes! Armin, in that concentrated environment, now possesses power comparable to mine. But is the energy concentration truly enough? The deaths of two demigods, Cersei and Emery, combined with a few Level Seven Epics, countless Level Six Legends, and countless Level Four and Five beings, are still far from sufficient... The energy required to reach the Level Eight Mythical realm is simply too immense."

Its voice, as it laughed, seemed to contain countless creatures, furious and chaotic. "If it were enough, she would have already ascended to godhood within there. Why open a small gap, allowing energy to spill out? And why come here to show us?"

"What if you add me?" Charlotte asked.

The Cthulhuian evil god's expression hardened intensely, but then it reconsidered, shook its head, and laughed again. "The energy of one demigod, while bringing it closer, is still not enough."

Charlotte looked down at Pandora's Box, laughing foolishly, and whispered, "What if... what if the entire world is sacrificed?"

"You..."

The Cthulhuian evil god's voice froze completely.