My Drill Is The Drill That Creates The Heavens นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The 'Pressure' generates the 'Friction,' the 'Friction' generates the 'Quintessence,' and the 'Quintessence' feeds the 'Engine.' We have built a machine that 'Grows' by the mere act of 'Functioning.' We have achieved 'Perpetual-Sovereignty'." To mark the birth of the Cycle, the Guild-Masters on Oura, the Architects in the Void-Orchards, and the Engineers at the Drain performed a "Simultaneous-Strike." Every hammer in every reality hit its anvil at the exact same moment. The result was a "Cosmic-Chord"—a sound that didn't travel through the air, but through the "Fabric-of-Being." It was a "Declaration-of-Permanence."

This brat was too arrogant! The other two had the same thought as they smirked in disdain. By now, the water-fire-poison dragon drill had reached Chase, carrying the power of heaven and earth. The impact rippled outward like waves, turning everything in its path—trees, boulders—into dust. Any wild beasts that had not escaped in time were instantly reduced to a bloody mist. Even the Nefarious Deity's Three Slaughterers, still seated in mid-air, felt the shockwave. They hurriedly channeled their energy to block it.

questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie, “Sure, you guys need to know the truth about where we all came from, honestly the whole Pack needs to know, but for now, this trusted circle will do,” explained Drake as he opened the old tome, his eyes glowed as the read the first few enochian symbols, “In the beginning there were the gods, sixteen all powerful beings that created, nurtured and preserved life,” “Wait, so now we are learning about gods?” Stacy remarked as she sent a text message to Amber and Dominic telling them to come as soon as possible,

Though Severin was a little heartbroken that two pills were unsuccessful, he knew that he had to step up his efforts. For the pills to be deemed true celestial pills, they would have to endure a heavenly tribulation. Celestial pills were unlike normal ninth-grade ones. They were created through the force of heaven and earth—a defiance of natural order which would certainly invoke a thunderbolt tribulation. Only through weathering said tribulation and embracing the power therein could those few become true celestial pills.

We have to geothermal tunnels that connect Atlantis to the core of the earth.” Nova joined us, her face was a single, hard promise. ‘This is a suicide command. We do not know how many of these worshippers there lurk down. If the drones have a nest, we are down there in a trap, out that we cannot just shoot out.” “Then we build a trap in which they run,” I said and my fingers started already to disassemble the blueprints of the worshipper drone in Silas’ Pad. ‘The

The sky was no longer fractured but it wasn’t whole either. A **single star**, brilliant and seething, streaked across the heavens, descending fast. Not a comet. Not a celestial body. It shimmered with **intention**, pulsing with the same energy Aria had seen in the Creator’s robes opalescent, infinite, and alien. Everyone had stopped moving. Warriors froze mid-chant. Wolves held their breath in human skin. The birds had gone silent. The trees had stilled.

“Then let’s finish this.” --- The temple door opened on its own. Inside was a sky — endless, radiant, and pulsing with creation itself . Lucien stood at its center, arms raised, fragments of his divinity orbiting him like a sun. He turned as they entered, eyes molten gold. “Too late.” Soren stepped forward, Travian at his side. “We’ll see.” Lucien smiled. “Then come. Let’s see if love can kill a god.” The heavens split open.

A presence filled Heaven, vast and undeniable. "You are my creation." The words were not spoken, yet they existed everywhere at once. "You are order. You are purpose. You are mine." They answered together, their voices unified, unwavering. "We are yours." There was no hesitation, no doubt, only obedience. For a time, everything remained perfect. Heaven stood in stillness while the universe beyond continued to grow. Stars burned, worlds formed, and existence expanded endlessly. Nothing disturbed the balance. Until something unexpected appeared. Life.

The other option was to rely on treasures like the Primordium Pill. Alas, considering his background, it was hard for him to get a hold of such treasures. He didn't have the abundance of resources that Clay had at his disposal. "I once obtained a dual cultivation technique by chance. It's called the Drakell technique. It works by using women as the vessel to absorb spiritual energy," Lawrence said with a chuckle. "It's practically made for you! With your special Drakeborne lineage and the use of the Drakell technique, all you have to do is engage in paired cultivation with women who possess a special constitution. Just a single instance would have the same effect as consuming a Primordium Pi

A permanent reminder. That above all, both cultivators who fought against the will of heaven and the beasts which had gained sentience then immortality, even the rest of creation of itself, were still eternally bound by the one who breathed life into them. The One Source of Everything. The Primal Author Himself. Even the Apex Cultivators, the Immortals Saints, were considered ants before the might of a malignant tribulation lightning. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" all worlds turned quiet as a rare phenomenon made its advent acknowledged by the quenching of waters from the disdainful heights of the skies.