Warm reminder: (Contained objects start from the second volume.)
We are worms rejected by God——
The left hand holds the blood-stained files of the Foundation, and the right hand tears out the gluttonous fangs from Penglai Island.
We are the "night watchmen" chosen by civilization. Only we know the truth, and only we wield our swords against the truth.
Every time the bell of Lingshu Academy rings, more people are reduced to ashes in the holy light.
Those existences called legends in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" are awakening;
Those entities listed as Keter-level in the Foundation's files began to revive.
And my lover became the last urban legend.
Under the night sky, the torches will eventually burn out. But as long as there is still a breath left, the ants dare to swing their swords towards the sky.
When the shadow of the giant Kun in the East China Sea covers the city, we will finally understand:
How vast the sky is, how cruel the truth is, and how insignificant human beings are.
This is the best of times, this is the worst of times, we have nothing, but we stand tall.
I want this night sky to remember: There was once a group of madmen who killed the gods with their insect bodies!
This cover is great