Chapter 65 This Is Not a Drill!

At the bottom of the largest supervolcano on Titan, a pitch-black altar stood silently in the hot magma, emitting a regular light that gradually brightened and dimmed, and was not moved by the surrounding high temperature that was enough to melt gold and stone.

This altar has stood in the magma for far longer than the history of the Human Federation. Time and high temperature have left no traces on it. This is a creation that completely surpasses the current level of mankind. Even the top material scientists in the Federation can only be dumbfounded when they see it.

This altar has always been breathing quietly, just as it did thousands of years ago, there is no difference. But at a certain moment, without any warning, the strange runes all over the altar suddenly lit up with orange-red light, which swayed in the magma, as if someone raised a fire in the dark night.

It is calling, it is calling.

And something was indeed called by it.

The orange-red light became stronger and stronger. Under its radiance, vague figures like ghosts appeared strangely in the hot magma. They were dressed in different clothes, but they all lowered their heads and did not move. Only the number kept increasing. Until it filled the interior of the volcano, the surroundings showed the shadow of a magnificent building like the Roman Colosseum. The orange-red light suddenly flickered, and some mysterious power was injected into these figures, making them smart and clear. They slowly raised their heads, their movements and eyes were full of confusion, as if they were recalling why they were here.

The orange-red light flickered again.

The figures were attracted, and they cast their eyes on the altar in the center of the magnificent building. When their eyes met on the altar, they suddenly realized the cause and effect, and quickly lined up to walk down the steps of the magnificent building and walked towards the altar.

Everyone walked on the steps in an orderly manner. Although they were all shadows and there was no need to be bound by the steps, they still followed the old rules of life, or they were not aware of their situation at all.

They only knew one thing:

That was to awaken the great god [Magma]!

And [Magma].

Will give them a new life!

Three old men in red robes walked to the center of the altar. In front of them was a sacrifice in the form of a phantom. The neck of the sacrifice was bleeding, and the blood mixed with the magma flowed into the groove on the altar, outlining a strange torch with a strange glow.

The old man in red robe raised his arms and shouted: "[Magma]!"

The many figures under the altar: "[Magma]!"

The fanatical atmosphere spread, and the torch pattern flew away from the altar and flew into the air to devour the surrounding magma, like a desert traveler with smoking throat encountering a kettle and drinking in revenge. The magma line in the volcano dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. Amid the increasingly enthusiastic shouts of the phantom figures, the torch pattern twisted and emitted an orange-red strong light that was impossible to look directly at, and a group of deep red shadows were bred in the strong light. As the magma line continued to descend, a strong heartbeat suddenly came from the crimson shadow. The heartbeat was not loud, but it had a magical power that made people panic. Even outside this super volcano, it could be heard clearly, as if the super volcano itself had life. When the magma line descended below the altar, the crimson shadow on the altar broke through the invisible shackles, became clear, and truly descended into the real world.

This was a red monster covered with scales and sharp horns. He was short and had the outline of a human body, but was hideous and terrifying.

The first thing he did when he appeared in reality was to look up to the sky and breathe.

"Ahhh!"

"No!"

"Help!"

Fear was everywhere, screams were piercing, and faith collapsed.

All the figures were shrouded by a strong attraction. They spun in the air, forming a huge funnel-shaped whirlwind, mixed with hot magma and poured into the monster's mouth.

A few seconds later, the inside of the volcano was calm.

The red monster patted his belly: "Burp!"

(A small flame burst out of his throat)

There is no doubt that he is [Magma].

He did not leave the super volcano immediately, but sat on the altar for a while. The orange-red light on the altar gradually dimmed and finally went out completely.

At this time, [Magma] looked up, his eyes penetrated the turbid air and the thick volcanic wall, spanning tens of thousands of kilometers, and took in the three fleets dormant in the starry sky.

The scene in the starry sky was reflected in his pupils. The center of this scene was a man with medals on his chest and a cup in his hand. He did not feel any trace of divine power from this man. He blinked, and the starry sky scene in his eyes disappeared, and turned back to sulfur yellow turbidity.

[Magma] did not feel the presence of other ancient gods nearby, but a strong warning arose in his heart, which made him feel very uneasy and irritable.

Just as humans could not understand why the ancient gods could wake up after such a long sleep, He could not understand why humans could enter space without divine power and even acted as if they were surrounding Him.

A string of strange syllables rolled out of His throat: "Damn guy, you'd better pray that we don't find you."

Then came a long string of ancient god curses.

However, even though He cursed, His voice was very low, and He kept looking around, obviously afraid of something, and didn't even dare to mention the other party's name.

After a while, He was tired of cursing.

He stood up and opened his arms: "Great [Shield], I offer my secrets, hoping to redeem the power I deposited with you."

Before he finished speaking, an indescribable atmosphere descended on the altar. A certain existence in the dark established a connection with [Magma].

[Magma] said a word with a respectful look.

As soon as the words fell, a black crack less than one meter long appeared in the air, and the crack spit out a ball of orange-red air.

This ball of air circled in the air for a few circles, then flew towards [Magma] and drilled into his body. [Magma]'s body was like a blown-up balloon, expanding rapidly, and eventually reached ten times the previous size, becoming a giant nearly thirty meters tall.

The black crack disappeared.

A golden conch appeared in [Magma]'s hand.

He put the conch to his lips.

"Woo~"

Many runes lit up on the surface of the conch.

Layers of ripples dyed with orange-red light radiated to the surroundings with the ancient and melodious sound of the conch as the center.

The places covered by the ripples appeared one after another flickering shadows, including magnificent palaces, wide streets, dense shops and towering altars. Not only did they become more and more numerous, but they also existed longer and longer in each flicker, and they looked more and more real.

"Super Volcano No. 4 has a violent energy reaction!"

"It is suspected that the ancient god has revived in advance!"

"The third tactical rehearsal has been transformed into a formal action!"

"Repeat it!"

"The third tactical rehearsal has been transformed into a formal action!"

"This! Is! Not! A! Practice!"