
Doomsday: I Kill the Gods with Poetry
by Jiangnan Leather Factory Ziv
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When silicon-based natural disasters strike, when ancient civilizations are wiped out, when loved ones disappear in the torrent of data... Jiang Nan, an archaeological intern, held half of the broken jade cong handed down from his ancestors. He didn't expect that this was the last key to Chinese civilization. When the blood soaked the bronze, the tragic songs of his ancestors exploded in his mind - in the desperate situation of civilization, only poetry can kill the gods! "National Tragedy" turns into a war, and one hundred thousand heroic spirits fight against silicon armor! "Man Jiang Hong" burns the soul, and the beacon fire burns the sky! "Kagura" purifies the world, Japanese witches dance with life! But this is just the beginning. The seven "civilization keys" scattered around the world are the only hope for salvation and a beacon that attracts the gaze of destruction. The "Illuminati" that has been dormant for thousands of years has revealed its fangs, and its controller is actually a "lizard man" creation left behind by the silicon-based civilization. The "Chosen One" of yesteryear has become the hunting dog of today. From then on, Jiangnan embarked on a journey of burning poems into fire and using literature to carry the road. At the foot of Mount Fuji, hundreds of ghosts walk at night, "Tianwen" destroys evil spirits! In the pyramid, the Pharaoh whispered, "righteousness" suppresses the evil atmosphere! The star map of the two rivers, the oracle is like a lock, "Xiaoyao" travels to Taixu! He rekindled the scattered fires of civilization one by one, and reawakened the annihilated soul of poetry. Teammates fell one by one, turning into indelible words in his poem. When he finally used the power of the Six Keys to kill all the "lizards" and forced out the real world-destroying god behind the scenes - the silicon-based civilization "3I Atlas" hanging above the sea of stars, what he responded to was the instantaneous evaporation of the entire Australian continent. The end has come and there is no way out. There is only one poem, one person, and a passionate blood that refuses to cool down, uttering the final roar: "Your body and name will be destroyed, and the eternal flow of the river will not be destroyed!"
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