My Apocalypse Territory

Duke Morton was a Senior Transcendent that had condensed three Source Power Cores, considered one of the strongest among the Transcendants in the Royal Capital.

He was just a breath away from reaching the Second Tier of Transcendence... despite the fact that this gap could be as vast as an entire universe.

No one could deny Duke Morton's strength.

Inherited from the deeply established Duke Mansion, he excelled in spirit, physique, and Source Power among his peers.

Once at the Second Tier of Transcendence, where Essence, Qi, and Spirit unite, the Heart Demon Clan's memory manipulation would not take effect, and although the First Tier was far from comparable to the Second Tier, this resistance was not weak.

Therefore, the Heart Demon Clan's alteration of memories was not a crude modification but a subtle and opportunistic distortion, just as the blood feud between the Human Race and the Dark Creatures could not be erased, only the memories of the battles that took place in the Royal Capital were tampered with.

The Alien Race was adept at this; before the continent of Aino, they had used memory manipulation many times, and under normal circumstances, there would be no accidents.

At this moment, however,

the sky cracked open, and Transcendent Tier Dark Creatures appeared, which made Duke Morton involuntarily recall contents that he had subconsciously ignored.

The contradiction in logic of memories flashed rapidly through his mind.

Unfamiliar memories emerged from the depths of his mind.

"No, no, this isn't right, I am not the true Duke Morton, the true Duke was my father, he... he died in battle over thirty years ago in that great war!"

Duke Morton muttered to himself, his head throbbing.

Beside him, a noble showed confusion, "Hasn't your noble title been inherited for hundreds of years? What great war took place thirty years ago—"

Wait a moment,

this noble was slightly less powerful, seeing the spatial rift and Dark Creatures caused only panic without further thoughts.

The true memories were still deeply sealed in his mind, until... a keyword appeared.

The great war from over thirty years ago.

"Hiss—"

"How come I faintly feel that there really was a tremendous war over thirty years ago, earth-shattering?"

"I too... seem to... remember now, it seems the Royal Capital was nearly destroyed?"

"The puppet masters behind the Black Tide, that's right, it was those Werewolves, Bearmen, Tiger-men!"

"Wait, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all?"

A few seasoned Senior Transcendents suddenly recalled shattered memories, but more Transcendents were utterly confused; even when they heard terms like 'the great war thirty years ago,' 'Royal Capital,' 'fallen'... they still looked utterly bewildered.

Could the Duke and the distinguished personages be under some kind of Illusion Technique?

No, that can't be right.

If the Duke and those dignitaries had been affected by an illusion, it would make no sense for us to be unharmed. Thus, there can only be one truth, the ones truly affected by the Illusion Technique are us!

It's very possible,

the shattered Heavenly Dome, the Dark Creatures falling ceaselessly, the catastrophic disaster that seemed like doomsday, all could be the work of an Illusion Technique.

Yes, it must be so!

A Transcendent raised a hand and slapped another on the face twice, drawing an angry glare.

Left with no choice, he gave an embarrassed smile and then slapped his own face twice, painfully.

If he were to really hit hard, it was very possible that without breaking the illusion, he'd lose his life.

Duke Morton had already snapped out of his contemplation, his expression indescribably complex.

He looked at the Transcendents who appeared either bewildered, withdrawn or as if they had seen through it all, and slowly began to speak.

"That year..."

His voice, imbued with spiritual power, spread like a great bell, reaching the ears of every Transcendent nearby.

The memories of the warfare from those years were narrated gradually by Duke Morton.

The Kingdom retreated, staunchly defending the Royal Capital.

The Black Tide advanced, culminating in the final battle.

Countless masters fell, the Royal Capital was reduced to ruins.

More and more Transcendents looked startled, raising their heads to the sky.

"The other side is where we used to live, the Royal Capital, then, what is this land beneath our feet?"

"I always felt that something was off, it turns out our memories were altered."

"Wait, the 'Eternal Wall' was built under the leadership of the Royal Family, then... is King Lord's memory altered as well, or..."

"Across the rift, that towering ancient tree reaching into the clouds must be the World Tree, right? I remember that in the last war, the World Tree revealed its true form."

These nobles were originally unaware of the existence of the World Tree, knowing only about the Royal Treasures.

However, that earth-shattering war from those years could not keep the World Tree hidden, and it eventually revealed itself.

As the Transcendents recalled various events from those years, they started to understand the puppet masters behind the Black Tide and the enemy's purpose.

They looked towards the World Tree on the other side of the rift.

In the midst of revival, its young branches and fresh leaves grew rapidly.

Yet it could not conceal the nearly withered state it originally was in.

Duke Morton looked around at the World Tree, his expression complex as he watched the black-robed people desperately resisting the Black Tide.

"Perhaps, we misjudged them!"

"They weren't after wealth, they were just trying to save the World Tree, for the sake of our kingdom."

"They laid down their lives to fight the enemy, while we blindly became their accomplices."

Utterly ashamed!

They had thought the "Black Robe Organization" was just a bunch of bumpkins from other kingdoms, but now it seemed they were a secret resistance organization operating in the shadows!

The kingdom was already under the control of a puppet master, the Royal Family had fallen, and only they had not given up the last thread of hope.

Those people were likely the secret strong beings who had narrowly survived the war back then.

Only that would explain their possession of such formidable strength.

Duke Morton felt as if he had unearthed the truth, the memory block he had torn away long ago reignited a fiery passion within him. With a roar, he charged into the swarm of Dark Creatures and blasted open a clearing!

...

After arranging for the Xing Ling sisters Xing Yue to organize the defense in the Royal Capital through the Contract, Tang Yu no longer paid attention to that front.

The main battlefield was the old Royal Capital.

The core battlefield was at Nancy's location.

At this moment,

it had gone from "Nancy fights against three clans" to "Nancy decisively crushes the Transcendents of the Doomsday Cult."

In just a few minutes, three bishops of the Divine Sect had suffered severe losses.

The Second Bishop's face was filled with terror.

He had lost the confidence he'd had in capturing the mightiest weapon.

He was foolish.

He had known it was the mightiest weapon ordained by the Pope, with far greater combat power and potential than ordinary people, yet he thought that three against one would suffice to take her down?

Lucky not to be killed!

At a distance,

the clan leaders of the Werewolves, Bearmen, and Tiger-men saw this and relaxed considerably.

Of course,

having undergone transformation, their combat power had more than doubled, and it was impossible for them to be mediocre at their tier.

Previously, Nancy's beating had made them question their lives, but now looking at it... hey, those three humans lasted even shorter than us, that brought our confidence right back.

Nancy struck with her sword, one hit after another.

The Fourth Bishop had suffered too much damage, and his combat power was already in decline.

At a distance,

Tang Yu's expression was solemn, streams of data flashing across his eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

The Doomsday Cult, in its current state, only had the Second Bishop as its highest-ranking member.

A faint feeling of crisis lingered in his mind.

Finally,

as the Fourth Bishop's injuries grew increasingly severe, a huge void opened up in the distant sky.

In the center of the void, two figures stood.

The leading figure held a scepter, wore a crown, but his face was not clear.

"You've done well, step back."

The Pope spoke,

his gaze locked on Nancy.

He took a step that felt like traversing from Near and Far, instantly crossing dozens of kilometers, and appeared not far away.

With an outstretched hand, a vast power surged from all directions, enveloping Nancy.

The air grew thick; this space seemed to be under his control, trying to completely imprison Nancy.

The next moment,

the Pope's hands crossed over, quickly forming seals, uttering spells.

A terrifying momentum rose from him.

Tang Yu glanced at this and was somewhat speechless.

That posture was all too familiar.

Wasn't it the prelude to casting a "curse seal"?

Did he have to be so serious?