Worlds' Apocalypse Online Chapter 373
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Chapter 373: The end of the world
Aside from the Prayers Trial Machine, Suffering Sea Rescuer Machine and Anger Appeasing Machine, there was also a machine painted with the number 47, the Sinner Atonement Machine.
It was a red selfie booth.
Humans can take a selfie, and then use blood to erase the sins that show up in their photos.
Different sins call for different amounts of blood.
Those who are too sinful can’t wash it away even with all the blood in their body.
But those who committed small sins can use this machine to save their own lives.
This was the only method to counteract the Prayers Trial Machine that a normal person has.
After all, regardless of how heavy their crimes are, once they’re on the Prayers Trial Machine, a single drop of blood is all it takes for others to vote for them to die.
There have already been a few who didn’t deserve to die that were put on trial and killed by the sheer amount of votes.
Because of that, the red selfie machine is always full of customers.
Thanks to these ridiculous Huang Quan machines, the people’s anxiety and heavy thoughts in the Apocalypse were soothed to a certain degree.
Especially the Prayers Trial Machine.
Since its appearance, human relations have gotten much better almost instantly.
“Just a question but what did you get from the Prayers Trial Machine as payment?” Zhang Ying Hao asked Ye Fei Li.
“My GC Skill was improved, I can now choose to listen to what I want” Ye Fei Li smiled and replied.
“Ah, good for you. Now you can talk to your girlfriend whenever you want”
“Yeah”
…
Nighttime.
A certain empty Square.
All unrelated people have been chased away.
Armed and uniform personnel surrounded the area, complete quarantine.
They were also standing at very specific spots in order to spot if anything unexpected happens.
In the middle of the armed group, a place without anything.
All four arcade machines were placed here side by side.
A group of mysterious people dressed in black with hoods to cover their identity stood next to the arcade machines.
“Begin?” one of them asked.
“Let’s begin” an old voice replied.
Immediately, some of the armed personnel stood out and went up to the claw machine.
He placed his hand on the machine.
The claw machine then lit up as a catchy tune played.
[One drop of blood for one play]
Ping pong!
“I want to catch sir President of the Confederate, can you do it?”
[Please state his name and age]
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The man then told it.
After a while of silence, the claw machine replied: [I can’t catch this person]
“Why not, isn’t he just a normal person?” the man asked.
The claw machine replied: [Because you hold malice in your hearts]
The man turned to look behind himself.
“Use a different one” the old voice ordered.
The man then came in front of the Prayers Trial Machine, saying: “I want to put someone on Trial”
The Prayers Trial Machine rumbled.
[Honorable customer, please state the name of the sinner you wish to Trial and his identity]
The man replied in a low voice: “I want to put the Confederate President on Trial”
[I cannot Trial this person] the Prayers Trial Machine responded.
“Why? When the Supreme Judge of the Confederate committed a crime, you also put him on Trial, why can’t you put the President on Trial as well?” he asked.
The Prayers Trial Machine answered: [Although he was a schemer, his actions are for the sake of the people, so he isn’t sinful]
Everyone exchanged looks.
“Detestable” the old voice cursed.
“It truly is strange, no matter how many times we try, we can’t kill him” another old voice commented, “and now even these weird things protect him”
“We’ve used the same method to change countless Presidents in the past, why do we keep failing this time?” another old voice asked.
“The main thing is, more and more people support him every day”
“Both the Zhang family’s Martial Saint and the young generation’s hitman protects him”
“Not to mention that detestable Confederate scientist”
“If this goes on, whatever bill he wants to pass will definitely pass” a voice expressed its worry.
“Let’s go, arrange the next assassination, I heard even a cat only has nine lives, if he doesn’t die, we’ll just keep trying until he does”
“That’s right, let’s go”
Saying so, the group went their own way out of this secluded Square.
…
“You mean that’s all you can do?” Gu Qing Shan asked in disbelief.
[That is correct] the Prayers Trial Machine said.
“Then what about hell?”
The Prayers Trial Machine replied: [Please pay attention to our serial number]
“I can see, they’re the numbers 1, 12, 23 and 47”
[There are a total of 88 machines that manage every aspect of Huang Quan, numbered from 1 to 88]
[As daily general management machines, not only can we manage all official business, but also carry certain functions for entertainment]
[This is to ease the stress of the demonic gods in charge of Huang Quan, as well as improve the quality of life]
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Gu Qing Shan asked: “What about the machines that are specifically made for dealing with the hells and suppressing the dead people?”
[Unfortunately, on the way to the human realm, aside from the 4 of us, our other comrades have all been damaged]
“Why were they damaged?”
[There is currently great danger waiting on the path to the human realm so it isn’t easy for us]
“There aren’t any other reinforcements?”
[The ancient Divine Armaments are currently thinking of ways to maintain Huang Quan. They didn’t come, so we are the only ones here]
“Which means, with just the four of you, there is no way to fight against hell, is that right?”
[The four of us certainly cannot]
Gu Qing Shan’s group exchanged looks, expressing a deep sense of loss in their eyes.
[Sir, emergency situation!]
Impartial Goddess’ voice came.
“What is it?” Gu Qing Shan asked.
A screen was projected.
On the desert, a giant fortress has been erected.
The Giants have begun to send scouts to leave the desert and attack the cities around.
They had immeasurable physical strength, a swing of their arms and feet were able to destroy a large building.
The Confederate Air Force haven’t stopped trying to attack them, but sadly their firepower was doing close to nothing.
A particularly big Giant glanced up to the sky and jumped.
With his jump, he was able to reach and grab one of the Interstellar Warships.
“Argggg! Get down here!” the Giant roared furiously.
He yanked the Warship from the sky with brute force.
Boom!
As the Interstellar Warship crashed, a thunderous explosion rang out.
The rest of the Interstellar Warships hurriedly got away.
“Ahahaha, surrender mortals! From now on, you are our food!” the giant laughed in frenzy.
The screen flashed.
The capital city of the Fuxi Empire.
Giant coffins appeared in the sky one after another.
They silently floated there in great numbers.
All sorts of cries and screams of agony could be heard coming from the coffins one after another.
Once again the screen flashed.
This time it’s the Confederate capital.
A despairing amount of giant coffins have blocked out the sky.
Two capital cities of the two largest countries in the world were being surrounded by the same hell, which seems almost like it wasn’t a coincidence.
Gu Qing Shan could only inhale deeply as he watched the scenes unfold.
Trying to calm himself down, he asked: “What about the Frozen hell?”
The scene changed.
From the satellite image, he could see over half of the Holy Empire already turned white.
The frost was slowly but silently devouring this nation’s land.
[Sir, there’s been a new situation] Impartial Goddess reported again.
“A new situation…” Gu Qing Shan repeated after her.
The screen changed again.
This time, it showed a small country.
The country was suffering from an earthquake.
Buildings were collapsing, bridges falling apart, people were screaming as they scattered and ran for their lives.
But the earthquake didn’t stop.
More and more dry-bone corpses appeared from below the ground.
These boney corpses piled on one another, forming mountains made purely from white bones.
The earthquake didn’t stop, the corpses and bones also flowed out from underground nonstop, and this has gone on for a few hours already.
[I can’t believe it, even the Bone Hell has descended on the human realm, it really is over] the Prayers Trial Machine sighed as it watched the screen.
Gu Qing Shan couldn’t take it anymore and asked the Prayers Trial Machine directly: “Just what exactly happened in Huang Quan? Is it really so bad that not even a tiny bit of information can be revealed?”
The Prayers Trial Machine remained calm and answered: [It’s better for you if I don’t tell you]
Gu Qing Shan refuted: “The world is about to end, what good could not knowing possibly do for me?”
The Prayers Trial Machine finally explained: [The matters of Divinity can only be watched, not discussed]
[Otherwise, if you happen to mention an especially vile existence, it will immediately notice you, follow your words and descend on this world]
[Trust me; there are a lot of things that can instantly wipe you out in the blink of an eye]
Gu Qing Shan went silent.
He watched the four hells on the screens.
It seems humanity will actually go extinct this time.
This world has also reached its end.
Liao Xing turned to leave.
“What are you doing?” Ye Fei Li yelled out.
“Impartial Goddess, grant me the authority, I want to build a new spacecraft for us to escape from this planet!” Liao Xing spoke as he ran.
[Sir, would you like to grant him the authority?] Impartial Goddess asked.
Impartial Goddess then went on to explain clearly: [According to current analysis, the best solution is to escape from the planet]
[Furthermore, despite the chance of meeting space monsters in space, Mr. Liao Xing has many years of experience piloting miniature spaceships, making the chance of running into monsters exceptionally low. And Mr. Liao Xing’s warp technology can ensure your survival]
“And then what? Permanently drift around space without a destination?” Gu Qing Shan asked in frustration.
Impartial Goddess fell silent.
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