Chapter 460: Where to go?

"What."

Yu Shu stared blankly, lifting his head to gaze at that beaming face, unable to believe it: "I... I... but I..."

"You didn't do anything wrong. You held on in the battle until the very last moment, gave your all, and didn't let down anyone's expectations."

Ji Jue patted his shoulder and laughed: "Isn't it precisely because you gritted your teeth and held on to the end that we achieved such a perfect result?

Our plan has already succeeded."

Yu Shu remained dazed, unable to speak, but he heard a voice beside him, sounding like a command: "Stand up, Yu Shu—as a rebel, do you intend to watch the ending on your knees?"

Before he could react, his body had already involuntarily braced itself up.

Stiffly, he lifted his head.

He gazed toward the impending destruction.

It was hard to breathe.

Meanwhile, Ji Jue stepped forward, gazing at the firmament covered by light, where cracks were spreading one after another.

The vast encampment was like a bubble in a palm, gripped by hands, cruelly contracting, crushed bit by bit.

One after another, brilliant, colossal figures appeared above the firmament, looking down coldly.

He looked down from the desert.

They stared at Ji Jue's face.

And so, Ji Jue smiled and waved.

"Hello there."

"Arrogant!"

The Garrison Saint was furious; thunder erupted from his eyes as he raised the massive hammer in his hand and brought it down, like a falling celestial body, stirring up mighty waves.

Boom.

Countless fissures spread; the encampment was collapsing, rapidly dissipating from the edges.

Yet Ji Jue continued to watch them, separated by the final barrier that looked like a bubble, his smile mocking.

"Something's not right..."

Within the Heavenly City, the Pope, overlooking all of this, couldn't help but clench his fists.

He felt a tension and unease he had never experienced before.

Something was not right.

Somewhere, something was off...

The image in the projection magnified, and magnified again, until that smiling face looking up from the earth was almost within reach, distinguishing every trace of change.

Mockery, contempt, and indifference—but there was no confusion or fear.

It was as if he had anticipated it... as if he had been prepared!

As if he had been looking forward to the arrival of this moment all along!

Was there a mole in the encampment?

Ji Jue certainly knew; he was all too clear on it!

Whether the people entering the encampment were moles or not, he had known from the very first day they arrived.

Otherwise, if some people didn't offer him a shred of faith and kept stuffing hatred and fear into him every time they saw him, could he really not feel it?

In fact, it wasn't just that one mole; he was perfectly aware of everyone with ulterior motives. Every activity of every mole in the encampment was under Ji Jue's surveillance.

It was a pity that there were just too few moles.

Not even enough to conduct a round of live experiments, so Ji Jue could only let one out to see the specific effects.

That it was exposed as a result was only logical.

No, it should be said that exposure was exactly what he wanted.

If not for that insane toxin as bait, at the critical juncture of the Saint's Arrival Festival, how could Ji Jue have forced the Heavenly City to empty its nest?

To a certain extent, the plan to destroy the encampment was formulated by Ji Jue himself!

By now, a mere encampment could no longer satisfy Ji Jue's needs and goals. Under the Church's manhunt and the Heavenly City's interference, he couldn't get anything done.

Cowering in such a tiny crack, hiding here and there like a rat, would never amount to anything.

It was better to put it to use as waste, to let it exert its final remaining heat.

"Speaking of which, you might not know—"

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, Ji Jue's voice rang out from the constantly cracking and collapsing encampment: "Actually, the 'Spiritual Bacteria Colony' I created comes in two types.

To be precise, there are two completely different effects...

The first type, as you have all seen, targets believers and civilians, focusing on reproduction and expansion to the greatest extent, with maximum infection efficiency. For ordinary people without any spiritual protection, it is purely a terminal illness.

However, you wouldn't have had any trouble if you had just left it alone.

Because from the very beginning, I had already set limitations.

Well, aside from the experimental subject I sent you that was injected with an overdose of the original strain, which would show alienation in the third stage, once the colony expanded to a certain scale, its development would stop and enter the 【Incubation Period】.

In other words, by then, all carriers would become asymptomatic, and wouldn't show even the slightest abnormality."

Ji Jue paused, and amidst the earth-shaking roar, his smile became even more pleasant: "So, take a guess, everyone—when did I intend to release the spiritual virus into your Divine Kingdom Paradise?

The Saint's Arrival Festival?

Now?

Or perhaps..."

Long before you realized any of this?!

In that instant, the Pope froze in place, his entire body turning cold.

He raised his hand, frantically searching, and finally found the report submitted by the Eye of Heaven Hall, along with that marked map. The exits of all the rabbit holes almost covered all four dioceses—East, South, West, and North...

The time was a week ago!

The poisoning had already begun long before this!

Just as they were leisurely weaving their traps, waiting for the heretics to walk right into them and be captured in one fell swoop, the virus had already silently spread, covering the entire region. With every breath and touch, and even the flow of supplies, it spread throughout the Divine Kingdom, until it enveloped everything.

At this very moment, countless carriers were living in the Divine Kingdom, oblivious, operating under the Church's orders, and finally, extending the virus they carried to every single place.

They had long since been shrouded in the virus!

But...

"And then, you can take another guess."

At that very moment, he suddenly heard Ji Jue's voice, so clear.

Because all other sounds had suddenly vanished.

"What is the trigger that truly ends the incubation period of the spiritual bacteria strain, causing it to enter the mature stage and reveal its complete form?"

What... is it?

The Pope's consciousness paused for a moment.

He felt an itch in his throat and instinctively coughed, only to find that he couldn't stop at all.

The gentle cough quickly turned into a heart-wrenching shriek. With every cough, emerald-green blood gushed from his mouth and nose, along with countless tissues as tiny as insect eggs. As they landed in the blood, the eggs hatched and extended; one by one, tiny spiritual worms began to wriggle happily in the blood.

It wasn't just him; at this moment, inside the Heavenly City, intense coughing and roaring rose one after another, endless. One angel after another began to vomit violently while walking, kneeling on the ground, convulsing, or wailing, as spiritual worms slowly extended from their mouths and noses...

It wasn't just the Heavenly City; in the vast Divine Kingdom Paradise, throughout the entire Dream of Yellow Millet, all the angels lost control in this instant.

The final shackle had been undone by Ji Jue.

There was no longer the protection of divine power, because the divine power had already been thoroughly devoured by the spiritual bacteria. Or rather, the moment they came into contact with divine power, all the bacteria in the incubation period began to change violently—awakening!

When the bacteria, as tiny as insect eggs, sprouted in the internal organs, brain, flesh, and even bones, the self and consciousness were already wriggling, spreading out from the soul...

Blood fell like rain.

Angels fell like flies, in dense swarms.

At this moment, outside the deathly silent encampment, wails blotted out the sky. The countless angels that had once blotted out the sky were now falling from the air one after another.

Ink-green blood constantly sprayed from their mouths and noses, and like insects falling from the sky with the rain, they turned into piles of flesh.

Those angels not yet thoroughly infected panicked, trying to gain altitude, only to see the hatched insects landing on them one by one, burrowing into their flesh, straight to the inside...

Rapidly, they fell to the earth amidst hoarse screams.

It was as if... they were falling toward the palm Ji Jue had extended.

The moment the five fingers clenched, streams of ghostly light rose from the wreckage, gathering toward Ji Jue.

In an instant, the power of tens of thousands of angels was devoured by the bacteria. Those transformed essences of self-nature gathered once again in Ji Jue's hands; amidst the rapid flow, an iron light appeared.

Finally, it formed a bizarre silver crown.

It was placed on Ji Jue's head.

And the fierce, insane spiritual bacteria turned into countless illusory lights, shrouding his left and right, as if ferocious mist slowly condensed into substance, dyeing his robes bone-white.

"How does it feel, everyone?"

Ji Jue asked curiously: "This gift from the God's enemies and demons—"

No one responded, so he took it as a positive review.

At this moment, in his hands, countless wisps of light gathered by the bacteria swam continuously, so docile. It was hard to imagine the terrifying power possessed beneath that gorgeous exterior.

Spiritual alchemy learned from Ye Xian, referencing some techniques of Pure King, and incorporating some skills of Sin-Tainted Alchemy, it was finally combined with Strange Tale Alchemy, thus creating these countless tiny spiritualities... And then, using Fluid Alchemy, it was constantly purified and extracted. In just a few days, within the accelerated Chicken-Foot House, it had already iterated through hundreds of cycles.

Finally, from this Dream of Yellow Millet, he recreated the worm!

At this time, calling it a worm might no longer be appropriate.

Even though the basic part adopted some structures, copying blindly had never been Ji Jue's style; adapting to local conditions was the perfect embodiment of an artisan's attainments. After fully mastering and understanding the essence of the worm, he had completed a thorough innovation!

It no longer eroded the world or transformed all things. Having lost the immortality and magnificence of the Nether Sea, it turned to dispersing into countless parts, merging with everything, and turning every soul into a hotbed for its own incubation and expansion.

The worm of the past, after experiencing pupation, had reached the final stage of complete metamorphosis.

Adult insect.

Or, it could be called...

—————【Lord of the Flies】!

To a certain extent, Ji Jue wanted to thank Wen Sheng.

If not for the Holy God, if not for this Dream of Yellow Millet, how would he have dared to so easily attempt research that would be jointly exterminated by all parties in the present world, leaving him with no place to be buried?

This seemingly hypocritical illusion was, for an artisan, an absolute paradise!

An experimental field that wouldn't be destroyed no matter how roughly it was treated, test subjects that couldn't die no matter how cruelly they were ravaged, and countless enemies who were unforgivable no matter how viciously they were attacked...

This was simply a true, genuine Kingdom of Heaven!

At this moment, when Ji Jue's hands spread open again, endless dark illusory light rose from the paradise, gathering toward him, falling into his hands in a continuous stream.

Devouring everything!

The crown of the Lord of the Flies shone with fierce light, and the demon's wild laughter rang through the heavens and earth.

A furious roar rose from beyond the sky.

The hammer smashed down again—

The Garrison Saint regrouped, his body shrouded in scorching flames, actually burning himself to ashes in an instant and then completing his reconstruction.

Violent flames spread, landing on one angel after another, destroying and reconstructing them, killing and resurrecting them, getting rid of the bacteria's entanglement in such a cruel way.

The firmament shattered.

The prism shattered, and a terrifying gap appeared under the hammering of the giant hammer. Massive amounts of angels, carrying inextinguishable flames, poured into the encampment like a flood.

But Ji Jue had already turned and left.

He disappeared into the center of the encampment.

Accompanied by the violent collapse and disintegration of the encampment, building after building toppled, earth peeled away, swallowed by the darkness of the void. Only then did the behemoth hidden in the core finally appear before everyone's eyes.

That is...

A train?

That's right. Beneath the collapsing buildings, the magnificent facility slowly started up. Beneath the roaring whistle, blood-colored hot mist surged and spread, outlining a ferocious silhouette in the darkness.

A body seemingly cast from gold, shining brilliantly. At the very front of the train, in front of the power cabin, hung a lifelike wailing face, shouting and roaring endlessly, mourning, shedding tears of blood.

"God, save me————save me————I have, I have fallen into hell..."

Instinctively chanting holy hymns, calling out, shouting, yet it left everyone stunned in place.

That face...

"I, Idra!!!"

The Garrison Saint stared blankly, finally recognizing his former companion with whom he had the most tacit understanding, the Saint who had already been killed. But that was no longer his friend.

It was a Spirit of Creation refined after extracting the soul, self, memory, and all power!

Witnessing the former Saint reduced to such a tragic state, countless angels chanting holy hymns stood frozen, unable to believe it.

Wasn't it said, wasn't it said... that the Saint had already returned to the side of God?

Why would he appear here?!

Why would he become like this?!

"That's a fake!"

The Garrison Saint gritted his teeth hard, squeezing the words out from between his teeth, almost weeping blood: "Damned heretic, how dare you desecrate the Holy Spirit! Don't hold back, burn all this desecration to ashes for me!"

Amidst the roar, the giant hammer smashed down again.

In mid-air, it expanded, expanded, expanded, until finally, it was larger than the encampment itself, the infinite darkness like the collapse of the sky, pressing down!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Beneath the giant hammer, the encampment fell apart, but the massive train remained unscathed... Streams of crimson thunder rose, entwining the train, propping up this destruction that was right before their eyes.

That was the power of Divine Punishment bestowed upon Idra!!!

Just as the Garrison Saint's eyes were about to split, the whistle sounded once again. The stalled golden train moved slowly forward in the void.

The speed became faster and faster.

Bizarre fierce light erupted from the front of the train, spraying from the mouth and nose of the Idra face, shooting forward!

In the end, it pierced through the gaps of this illusion and broke through!

There was simply no way to stop it...

If the rabbit hole was about silently digging tunnels in secret while no one was paying attention, then at this moment, this train was an out-and-out shield tunneling machine!

Consuming the divine power plundered by Ji Jue, it roared forward.

Just like that, right in front of all of them, it made its getaway?!

No matter how fiercely the Garrison attacked, he couldn't break through that layer of thunderous defense. Once the train started, the train body was equivalent to the wall of the illusion, shielding them within it. Not to mention the interference of Idra's thunder of Divine Punishment, how could they break it in their haste?

Compared to it, the crown of the Lord of the Flies was merely a byproduct of the bait plan. Exhausting all the encampment's savings, the joint efforts of Ji Jue and the Old Man over these days, based on the theory of the rabbit hole, had barely replicated three-tenths of the effect of the Doomsday Express in this illusion.

That was enough to roam freely!

"Chase! Chase them for me!"

The Garrison Saint roared, "I don't believe these guys will never stop. I want to see how far they can run!"

The rabbit hole came and went without a trace because of its secrecy, but the terrifying momentum of this train piercing through the illusion could not be hidden at all. Once it stopped, it would become a turtle in a jar.

But if it kept moving, how long could it hold out under the Church's encirclement?

Moreover, if they dug too many holes, once there was a mistake, or even a delay, they would be crushed by the partial collapse of the Dream of Yellow Millet, buried alive in the holes they had dug themselves.

It was nothing but drinking poison to quench thirst!

Mighty bell tolls rang through the Heavenly City once again. Under the Pope's power, all the viruses were thoroughly cleared and burned to ashes. Unable to attend to anything else for the moment, all the legions emptied their nests, and all available combat forces were deployed!

They were to drown the hateful God's enemies in the illusion in one fell swoop!

"Release divine power, Garrison, burn the heretics to ashes, at all costs!"

"As you command!"

The Garrison, as massive as a mountain range, turned into a meteor and sped away!

And in the violently shaking carriage, Yu Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground, sweating profusely, only then turning to look at all the members in the encampment.

They had already boarded, waiting for him to return so they could depart immediately.

Pity... only he had returned.

"Don't worry about the losses, A-Shu. What we lose today, we will take back a thousandfold in the future."

Ji Jue walked out of the power cabin and patted his shoulder: "And don't worry about the sacrifices. If anything, it saved us quite a bit of trouble..."

Yu Shu looked up blankly, only seeing Ji Jue's smile, so indifferent:

"After all, isn't it good to arrive at the destination ahead of time?"

Boom!

In that instant, the train accelerated, from its limit, accelerated again, and accelerated again!

In the power cabin, Bao Dacai's shovel was swinging so fast it was almost sparking, cursing Ji Jue, that dog-thing, for slacking off, while continuously feeding precious fuel into the furnace.

And so, the train roared, bellowed, and crazily pierced through this dream, speeding like a stream of light.

And amidst the roars, inside the train carriages, on every face, a smile identical to Ji Jue's appeared.

Their eyes were fanatical, chasing after the figure walking step by step.

Cheering and shouting.

But when Ji Jue lifted his eyes to look over, everything became pin-drop silent again.

Holding their breath.

"Having waited so long, finally arriving at this moment and this place, such circumstances are not easily come by."

Ji Jue reached out, stroking the inner cabin of the train, looking around, gazing at the hungry and impatient faces, telling them: "Just as you wished, now, we will obey the fate bestowed by this rebellion and step onto the long road to hell!"

"So, are you ready, everyone."

The God's enemy wearing the silver crown laughed happily and spread his hands: "Today, you will step onto the battlefield you have dreamed of, and you will truly be able to be enemies with the gods."

"Everyone, no need to fear being displaced anymore, because we will return to our true homeland."

"Everyone, no need to worry about the gods' wrath and punishment anymore. From now on, we will be kings in hell!"

And so, uncontrollable fanatical shouts and hateful roars rang out like thunder.

The rebels following the demon cheered and surged, their pupils burning red. Without hesitation, they lifted their heads and drank the blood wine in the golden cups before them.

Embracing the final fall!

Amidst the violent shaking, the golden train had burned to a scorching red, completing its final energy storage.

Infinite scarlet thunder pierced the void. Gradually, it outlined a bizarre door, but before it could even open, it rudely thrust forward.

It smashed through the final obstruction.

Breaking into the realm behind the door...

"No————

In the Heavenly City, the Pope was struck as if by lightning, his eyes splitting.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the terminal station of this train, the true goal of these heretics, the core of the Demon Plan, and the thing they truly wanted to seize!

That was, that was...

"————————【Limbo】!!!" ===== CHAPTER 461 =====