I'm not a drama god

The sandstorm destroyed it.

The steaming mushroom cloud was like a black god of death, rising slowly from the devastated ruins. Endless light and heat filled the sky. This devastating scene could be seen from any angle in the mortal world.

The aftermath of the shock that was visible to the naked eye spread wildly around, shocking the residents who were still fleeing or had already fled to the main city of Hongchen and making them unable to stand steadily. They looked in the direction of the nuclear explosion in horror, and their breathing stopped for a moment.

The last time the Red Dust Realm suffered a nuclear attack was more than 300 years ago. After generations of changes, the residents of the Red Dust Realm have long forgotten the horror of nuclear attacks. They have never seen such a shocking scene. Even the area of ​​casualties caused by the witchcraft association before was not as large as the nuclear attack detonated by Wuji Jun.

The surging black god of death slowly floated up to the clouds, overlooking all living beings. The prelude to the "Realm Extinction War" was truly opened at this moment.

"Who can deal with that kind of monster..."

A figure hid in the shadow of the wall of the Red Dust main city, muttering to himself.

His name is Mu Changdong, an architect of Fu Sheng Hui. His daily job is to maintain the "scroll" of an area in the main city of Hong Chen. Now he is responsible for guarding the city gate to prevent people from the Witchcraft Association from massacring the residents.

Originally, Mu Changdong was quite confident in Fu Sheng Hui. With those extremely powerful palace masters around, he couldn't think of how Wuji Realm could fight. But now he found out that he was wrong...

After witnessing this nuclear explosion, he couldn't think of how the Mortal Realm could win.

At this time, at the gate of Hongchen main city, many town residents who had fled there were looking at the direction where the mushroom cloud was rising with pale faces. That wasteland, which was now reduced to nothingness, was once their home for generations.

If they hadn't fled to the Red Dust City in time, they would have...

"Mom, I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The mother covered her child's eyes and spoke with trembling lips, not knowing whether she was comforting her or comforting herself, "It's okay... We will be fine..."

"Will we turn into mushrooms too?"

"No... Isn't it said that the mortal world is protected by gods?" A refugee who also fled to the main city gate suddenly spoke up.

The mother opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment, and could only comfort her daughter, "Yes, the mortal world is protected by the gods... We will not turn into mushrooms."

The girl's eyes were covered and her body was trembling slightly with fear. After hearing these words, she finally seemed to have regained some courage and clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly:

"I hope God can come and save me... I don't want to turn into a mushroom."

Hearing this, Mu Changdong felt helpless.

As a member of Ukiyo-e, he certainly knew what the so-called "God" legend was.

It was just something made secretly by a group of bored members of Fu Sheng Hui who couldn't suppress their desire to show off and be admired. They used the power of the "scroll" to arbitrarily control the weather and tamper with the environment, and in the eyes of some residents they became omnipotent "gods"... Mu Changdong had played like this before when he was in the mood. Who doesn't like showing off in front of others?

But in the final analysis, they are just a group of irresponsible second- or third-level architects. Wuji Jun can kill hundreds of them with a single slap...

It is ironic that the "gods" played by these guys have now become the life-saving straw in the hearts of the people.

"If there really is a God...it would be great."

Mu Changdong looked in the direction where the nuclear explosion disappeared and sighed.

……

Nuclear ruins.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

A weak cough sounded from the broken earth. Lu Liangren, whose body was charred, staggered to his feet, with scarlet blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

This battlefield had experienced his great battle with Brand, the joint bombing of several palaces, and then the earth incarnation and nuclear explosion of Wuji Jun. Now it has turned into a huge pit deep under the horizon.

The burning embers flew in the air, and the charred earth was dead and desolate, as if one was in a crater on the surface of the moon, and there was no trace of the earthly world anymore.

"Damn..."

Lu Liangren's eyes swept across Xi Zhou, as if he had locked onto something. His pupils shrank slightly, and he walked towards there with a staggering gait.

The originally neat white clothes were now tattered. He dug through a piece of charred wasteland with his hands, and a half-broken picture frame gradually appeared in front of him, and the abstract face inside also disappeared.

Lu Liangren was stunned.

“…Hey! Hey!!” Lu Liangren picked up the broken pieces of the picture frame, his eyes full of bloodshot, “Wanxiang! Wanxiang!!”

"It seems that his body is not as strong as yours."

A calm voice came from behind him.

Lu Liangren looked back suddenly, and saw that the earth giant that towered into the sky was still standing on the charred wasteland. But now the head of the giant no longer had the light of the Philosopher's Stone, and it did not move, standing quietly in the same place like a sculpture.

At this moment, in front of the giant wreckage, a figure wearing a scientific research robe was walking slowly towards here.

He threw something casually, and it fell to the ground.

That was the other half of the picture frame, but now it had been transformed into glass. As it fell to the ground, it shattered into pieces with a bang. Half of a dead, gray, abstract face slowly floated in front of Lu Liangren.

The second hall, death.

Lu Liangren stared at the scene blankly, his hand holding the other half of the picture frame trembling with anger!

"Wuji!!"

He roared angrily, clenched the eight-foot ink brush with all his strength, and charged here at all costs like a general wielding a Fang Tian Hua Ji!

The overwhelming murderous intent turned into a substantial ink army, which rolled out from beside him. In the blink of an eye, an iron cavalry of tens of thousands of people surrounded Lu Liangren and slammed into Wuji Jun, submerging him!

But the next moment, Wuji Jun's body turned into flowing mercury. Even though the golden weapons and iron horses painted in ink smashed his body, they could not cause any harm to him...

The body, surging with mercury, shook lightly in the army of ink and water, and when it reappeared, it had already arrived in front of Lu Liangren.

Lu Liangren's pupils suddenly contracted!

He wielded his ink brush very quickly, and the tip of the brush instantly intertwined the sharp blade of the Fang Tian Hua Ji. However, when it touched Wu Ji Jun, it suddenly shattered and flew away, lightly dissipating in the air...

Instead, there was a piece of cotton flying like a dandelion, brushing across Wujijun's calm cheek.

At the same time, Lu Liangren's right hand, which was originally holding an eight-foot ink brush, also turned into cotton wool. A breeze blew by, and it was empty.

Lu Liangren's eyes were full of disbelief!

"If I kill you, the Ukiyoe will be extinct."

Wuji Jun spoke lightly, raised his slender hand, and gently touched Lu Liangren's cheek...

at this time,

A red embroidery thread emerged from the empty void and instantly wrapped around Wuji Jun's wrist!