The Gods Have Come, and I Am the Lord of the Old Ones

Above the night sky, the entire city hangs upside down in the clouds. The tall buildings were like tombstones thrust into the earth, and liquid the color of molten iron flowed in the streets. Countless unimaginably huge figures were kneeling in the upside-down city, their heads lowered, as if they were worshiping something. And at the end of their worship, there stood an empty chair. The man in the coffin raised his hand and took off the bloody crown of thorns. He handed the crown to Chen Xu. "Go ahead and kill them all."