Emperor Atabia heard the words, and his first reaction the next second was to immediately stop the meaningless pounding on the Crystal Wall.
He immediately made the best choice, resolutely opening more cans, consuming more food, and directly unscrewing the bottles of mineral water one by one, gulping down the water.
A lot of flesh was growing, and nutrition was being replenished.
Li Qing glanced at the small opening on the door, with no guard soldiers watching, there was no need to use the blowtorch to heat the entrance to a thousand degrees; he directly opened his welded, submarine hatch-like rotating sealed entrance.
He took out a box of matches from his pocket and dropped a match from the small opening.
Boom!
One match ignited the entire world.
Yes.
The ocean was burning.
All the cities residing in the ocean quickly fell under the shroud of flames.
After the first alcohol civilization extinction, they only managed to break down alcohol for one day before being quickly met with five to six consecutive days of ultraviolet lights.
Now they faced the Church's attack and the construction of the Tower of Babel—there was simply no time to delve into alcohol decomposition; living in an ocean of alcohol, they didn't even realize how dangerous it was.
Today's medical alcohol was only reduced to about 40 to 50 degrees.
After each day of the ultraviolet apocalypse, Li Qing had been taking the opportunity to open the small opening, sampling bodies in the seawater, and taking the chance to check the alcohol concentration.
Therefore.
Destruction required only one match.
Alcohol combustion is more convenient than gasoline.
First of all, the temperature is not high.
There is no possibility of shattering tempered glass, and at the same time, the combustion temperature is enough to kill all flesh cells—forget cells—it can even roast you at around six hundred degrees.
Secondly, sourcing is on the spot.
This has always been the backup plan for a mass extinction—convenient and hard to guard against.
"It's over."
Li Qing looked slightly complicated, glancing once more at the city burning inside and the giant skeleton turning into a man of fire, frowned slightly, and directly turned to leave.
"Another instant activation, no pre-cast! Just a moment!"
In the midst of countless flames, Emperor Atabia watched as the flames steamed up from his feet, and his whole body revealed the unbelievable.
Golden and orange heat burned on the ground, stunningly beautiful.
At this moment, Atabians, having left the microscopic cellular world, recognized for the first time in the laboratory how wonderful a thing "flame" really was.
The aroma of roast meat permeated the entire civilization.
Burning in the sea of fire, Emperor Atabia suddenly laughed aloud, "Ha ha ha! So that's how it is! Becoming gods, we challenge gods, and that's merely a joke! But the process itself is quite interesting!"
He felt the giant's body burning, slouching back onto the neuronal throne of the giant's skull, "Is this world going to end? Well, ending is fine, ending is indeed fine!"
"Your Majesty, don't give up," someone cried out, "I don't want to die! Pull yourself together! Even though the Tower of Babel's plan excites us, but...."
"Indeed, we evolve again to protect the earthly people!" In the Tower of Babel, numerous ministers became excited, frantically analyzing the current data and information.
"On Judgment Day, we will surely endure through this!" Countless wise men in the Tower of Babel also trembled with excitement, shouting madly, "Hold on! We can surely hold on!"
"Then shall we do it again?" Amid the endless flames, Emperor Atabia suddenly shouted, "Since we're doomed anyway, then we'll insist on protecting those subjects! Heaven demands I personally end seventy percent of the world as punishment, but I refuse!"
Below.
Outside the Tower of Babel, within the ocean of endless flames, everything within countless cities was burning, including themselves—madness, shouts, awakenings, shrills, maniacal laughter, as if there were ten thousand kinds of voices from ten thousand different people.
"Judgment Day!" Someone collapsed to the ground, heart like dead ashes.
"Ha, deserved! They all deserved it! The Tyrant's arrogance evokes God's wrath, ha ha ha!!! This is the ultimate judgment!" Someone crazed, not fleeing, but rather stumbling towards the sea of flames, seemingly ending their sin in pain.
"Quickly climb the wall, climb up to higher ground!"
Yes, the ocean of alcohol ultimately lay below, burning only the lower layer of life, the flames reaching only five or six centimeters high, not even touching the large glass window on the wall.
They quickly escaped the ocean, climbing higher.
But the destruction of Judgment Day couldn't be that simple.
After climbing high, they found they couldn't breathe, gradually falling into hypoxia, fainting, and falling back into the sea of fire below.
Brutal beyond compare.
Whether high or low, it was all destruction.
At this moment, a Cardinal responsible for records in the Holy See, watching the sky-high sea of fire covering the entire world, couldn't help but cry out, praying to the Lord:
"Holy Light in Heaven, all men on earth have sinned, we cannot save others from the original sin, your devoted followers implore your forgiveness at the last moment!"
They recorded this last moment of the Apocalypse, documenting the madness of this day:
"Among the lost, there were arrogant mortals who had exalted themselves above God, even declaring themselves gods, arbitrarily altering God's law, and hypocritical Fathers and Bishops who once ruled God's people with evil doctrine—all must ultimately account to God."
The Bishop laughed maniacally, however, his face displayed a dissonant expression of pious and peaceful sanctity, abandoning everything else, he was only fervently writing:
"After the pronouncement, fire and brimstone will rain from above, the earth will crack open, and scalding flames will surge from beneath."
Rumble!!
Flames spread, air currents rolled as if the world turned upside down.
The Light Church's record of it exists in the distant future in the "Day of the End of the World".
[Swirling heat currents, flame waves crashing as vortices, heaven and earth spinning, sun and moon eclipsed, dreadful and fearsome, yet the supreme Holy Light God's glory and majesty covers the celestial vaulting.]
Throughout the history of the God's creation, this event was known as the Third Age of Fire Lake's biological mass extinction.
This mass extinction bore profound significance in historical civilization; it marked the final transition in humankind's history of wild primitive resistance, a grand Forest Elf Dynasty led by the Creator God was about to begin.
...
In the distant future.
Under a pavilion, looking at the starry night sky, a tall and handsome man turned the next page of this Bible.
"Father, was Judgment Day really that terrifying?"
"Didn't you listen properly? The entire world fell into a sea of fire."
"Impossible, in the ancient times of the Creation Gods, they rebelled against the Creator, but how could Judgment Day be so exaggerated? The myths inside are deceiving; how could they cover to that extent?
According to this description, the ocean water was decomposed and burned into hydrogen and oxygen, the sky's atmosphere turned into swirling vortices, turning into abstract starry sky paintings; the extinction scenes described inside are too exaggerated!"
The man closed the book, his face full of nostalgia and vastness: "Child, what boiled in that fiery hell lake was not fire, but the mournful cries and the complex humanity."