Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1267 - 127: Commanding the Mortal World’s Demonic Flames, Surging to the Heavens (Part 3)

But now she is no longer the Dawn Knight of those years, apart from knowledge and intellect, she can no longer offer much help, the once brilliant starlight dimmed like fireflies. She guarded in front of Gongsun Ce, softly saying: "Ce, don’t..."

"Do not give up hope, do not degenerate willingly, do not indulge in the power of silence and hatred!"

A sharp laugh sounded from behind, Situ Yi sitting on a chair mocking: "Go on, Dawn Knight, I was just about to ask you to do a mental safeguard for him, having witnessed the arrival of silence four years ago, I never want to deal with It a second time! But after all, the human heart is hard to predict, who dares guarantee your conscience still intact, who dares be sure his sanity remains?

I refuse to believe! In four years, I have devised an ideal method, to keep the world’s creatures stable, to ensure the Faceless God’s life is peaceful!"

The small script in his hand vanished, replaced by a massive and heavy book, the cover of the script firmly inscribed with three Imperial Language characters: "The Faces of All Beings."

Alandia immediately clenched the hilt of her sword; upon seeing the script, she understood the Faceless God’s plan. Situ Yi lifted the script with both hands, smiling with smug arrogance: "The fiasco four years ago taught me a profound lesson, some people’s minds I cannot control, some people’s actions I cannot predict, those mediocre lives I disdain can also become a force to slay dragons!

Therefore, I learned from the lessons and changed my style. Precise plans frequently err, so use simple, grand ones; unpredictable minds are hard to calculate, so calculate simple, controllable lives. Sands gather to form towers, unity is strength, let’s see how your few individuals’ conspiracy can compare to the resolve of 2.2 billion humans!"

He raised the large script high, countless pages fluttered in the fierce wind, countless threads from the high heavens descended, connecting to every person’s head in the northern continent!

The Faceless God’s Chaos Theater is about predicting and controlling humans using the Impermanence Skill, predicting ordinary people’s actions is as easy for him as flicking a finger. This is the preparation he made for this action, he predicted the actions of all 2.2 billion humans, turning the whole union into his stage, his puppets.

Countless voices drifted from all directions, the babbling of children, the cries of adults, the prayers of elders, blending into a chaotic, uncomprehensible echo, the sound seemingly wanting to pierce the heavens, enveloping the entire world. All voices repeating the same words, those people with their life’s only devotion intoned:

"The creator directing the play, the Faceless God ruling the theater, the Chaos God transcending the Mortal World!"

Such numerous intentions surged with the prayers, toward the Faceless God, toward countless wooden puppets within the capital, toward the gray pillar in the middle of the theater city. Those serving as audience puppets drew in gray mist and transformed into exaggeratedly dressed bizarre humanoids, playing sinister songs with accordions, hand drums, and flutes. They tread with high boots, donned pointed caps, wore oil-painted masks of either sorrow or joy, towering over three adults stacked together, humans before these puppets were akin to dwarfs.

"Chaos Theater Actors · Dreadful Puppet Demons."

The aura and power of the Chaos Theater Actors almost rival that of ordinary giant dragons, they are the sorrow, despair, wild joy, and fear of 2.2 billion people. The experiment performed by Horror Demon in Rain Curtain City finally realized by Faceless God when the theater descended. Yet these intentions are merely "redundancies" to be discarded, the true power aimed at the theater city itself, absorbed into the pillar housing mechanical arms.

"Mortal tumult is but a play, past dust is all void. People, gods, ghosts, beasts are all pawns, belonging in the double palms of gods." Situ Yi laughed aloud, reciting a chant to summon the gods, "Chaos Director God · Master Creator!"

The mechanical hand broke through the pillar suddenly erupted, tearing at cocoon-like threads with force, another hand emerged from a crack, completely shattering the gray pillar, revealing its entire form.

A monster twisted beyond recognition of human shape appeared, having only hands, head, and torso forming the "upper body," its waist and below merged with the entire theater city. Its existence seemed born from theater, yet surpassed theater, the exquisitely crafted mechanical hands encircling the theater city like a child embracing its beloved doll.

Its skin was a chilling iron-gray, seams of connected rivets and threads omnipresent, indicating its "artificial" nature, yet its countenance was noble, gracious, similar to the supreme presence of a monarch, the beauty of its face belonged to the former Queen Grey Morton of the Country. A veil draped over its face like a curtain, the blind and mechanical god slowly raised its head, emitting an irrational roar.

Even a child without knowledge could comprehend its power, compared to the enigmatic "Director God," even the recently descending dragon seemed like a child’s plaything. And Situ Yi still sat on the vulgar chair, fingers tapping on his tall hat, the final part of the intention stream surged into his robes, his bloodless lips opening and closing, delivering the ultimate despair to humanity. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Naturally, at this moment, I am the northern continent’s totem. Any harm will certainly reflect upon the civilians."

"The play is done." Situ Yi clasped his hands together, "Continue acting."