The gods are silent and the earth is sinking.
The ancient world is dying. Disasters from outside the territory continue to invade, local forces fall apart, and despair covers every inch of the land like black mist. The prophesied savior has never appeared, and all living creatures can only wait for the end to come.
Until the cracks opened, consciousness projections from the high-dimensional world poured into this continent on the verge of destruction.
They can be resurrected indefinitely, ignore the etiquette of the world, and stir up the situation of all parties at will. Burning, killing, looting, attacking cities and expanding soil, turning the whole world upside down. The indigenous people feared and hated it, and regarded it as the fourth catastrophe of world destruction, calling it the fourth natural disaster.
Everyone believed that this group of madmen would completely crush everything that was left.
But fate played a huge trick.
The so-called savior does not come from the oracle of the temple, nor is he the chosen one. It is precisely the fourth natural disaster that the world turns pale upon hearing.
Use the posture of destruction to perform redemption.
In the desperate situation where the gods are looking on coldly and disaster is approaching step by step. This group of outsiders, regarded as a disaster, will travel across the broken mountains and rivers to fight against the evil gods and the decadent old order, and shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world atop the ruins.
The road to salvation is extremely absurd, and the game of life and death never stops. Will the world assimilate to natural disasters, or will natural disasters reshape the world?
