Chapter 460: Where to go?

"What."

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

"You didn't do anything wrong. You fought until the very last moment, gave your all, and did not fail anyone's expectations."

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

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.

Ji Jue stepped forward, staring at the sky covered by radiance, where cracks were spreading one by one.

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

One after another, glorious, massive figures appeared above the firmament, looking down coldly.

looking 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, lightning erupting from his eyes. The massive hammer in his hand lifted and smashed down, like a celestial body falling, stirring up vast waves.

Boom.

Countless fissures spread; the camp 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..."

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

He felt an unprecedented tension and unease.

Not right.

Something, somewhere, was not right...

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

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

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

As if he had been waiting for this very moment to arrive!

Was there a mole in the camp?

Ji Jue certainly knew; he knew it all too well!

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

Otherwise, if some individuals didn't give him a shred of faith and kept stuffing hatred and fear at him every time they saw him, wouldn't he have felt it?

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

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

It wasn't even enough to conduct a round of live experiments, so Ji Jue could only release one to see the specific effect.

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 such insane toxins acting as bait, how could Ji Jue have forced the Heavenly City to empty its nest at the critical juncture of the Saint's Day?

In a sense, the plan to destroy the camp was formulated by Ji Jue himself!

By now, a mere camp 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 at all.

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.

"Come to think of it, you might not know—"

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, Ji Jue's voice rang out from the constantly cracking and collapsing camp: "Actually, the 'Spirit-Body Fungal Colony' I created has 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 maximum reproduction and expansion, maximizing infection efficiency. For ordinary people without any spiritual protection, it is purely a terminal illness.

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

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

Well, except for the experimental subject I sent you that was injected with an overdose of the original strain, which would show alienation in the third stage, the fully developed colony would stop after expanding to a certain scale and enter a [Latent Period].

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

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

Saint's Day?

Now?

Or perhaps..."

Long before you realized any of this?!

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

He raised his hand and frantically searched, finally finding the report submitted by the Heavenly Ether Eye Hall, along with that marked map. All the rabbit hole exits covered almost 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 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, every touch, and even the circulation of supplies, it spread throughout the Divine Kingdom, until it enveloped everything.

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

They were already shrouded in the virus!

But...

"Then, you can take another guess."

In that instant, he suddenly heard Ji Jue's voice, so clear.

Because all other sounds had suddenly vanished.

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

What... is it?

The Pope's consciousness stalled 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 surged from his mouth and nose, along with countless tiny tissues that looked like insect eggs. As they landed in the blood, the eggs hatched and extended, and 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 and fell, one after another. Angels were vomiting violently as they walked, 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 shackles had been undone by Ji Jue.

There was no longer the protection of divine power, because the divine power had already been completely devoured by the spiritual fungal colony. It should be said that the moment they came into contact with divine power, all the colonies in the latent period began to change violently—awakening!

When the fungal strains, as tiny as insect eggs, sprouted in the internal organs, brain, flesh, and even bones, the self and consciousness began to wriggle, spreading out from the soul...

Blood fell like rain.

Angels fell like flies, in dense swarms.

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

Ink-green blood sprayed continuously from their mouths and noses, and like insects falling with a rainstorm, they turned into piles of flesh.

Those angels who hadn't been completely infected tried in panic to gain altitude, only to see the hatched insects land on them one by one, drilling into their flesh, reaching deep inside...

Rapidly, they fell toward the earth amidst hoarse screams.

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

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

In an instant, the power of tens of thousands of angels was devoured by the fungal colony. Those transformed essences of self-nature gathered once again in Ji Jue's hands, and 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 violent, insane spiritual fungal colony transformed into countless phantom lights, shrouding his left and right, as if ferocious mist slowly condensed into solid form, 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 threads of light gathered by the fungal colony swam continuously, so docile. It was hard to imagine the terrifying power possessed beneath that gorgeous exterior.

Spiritual refining learned from Ye Xian, referencing some techniques of Pure Expansion, and after incorporating some techniques of Sinful Refining, it was finally combined with Strange Tale Alchemy, thus creating these countless tiny spiritualities... Then, using Fluid Alchemy, it was continuously purified and extracted. Within just a few days, inside the accelerated Chicken-Leg House, it had 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 parts adopted some structures, copying blindly had never been Ji Jue's style; adapting to local conditions was the best embodiment of a craftsman'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 transforming all souls into a hotbed for its own hatching and expansion.

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

Adult.

Or, it could be called...

—————【Lord of the Flies】!

In a way, 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 real world, leaving him with no place to die?

This seemingly hypocritical illusion was, for a craftsman, 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 even countless enemies who were unforgivable no matter how viciously they were attacked...

This was truly a real Kingdom of Heaven!

At this moment, when Ji Jue's hands spread open again, endless dark phantom light rose from the paradise, gathering toward him, falling continuously into his hands.

Devoured completely!

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

A furious roar sounded 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 reforming.

Violent flames spread, landing on the angels one by one, destroying and reconstructing them, killing and resurrecting them, using such a cruel way to shake off the entanglement of the germs.

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 camp like a torrent.

But Ji Jue had already turned and left.

He disappeared into the center of the camp.

Accompanied by the violent collapse and disintegration of the camp, buildings toppled one after another, and pieces of land peeled off, swallowed by the darkness of the void. The behemoth hidden in the core finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

That is...

A train?

That's right, beneath the collapsed buildings, the magnificent facility slowly started up. Under 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..."

The instinctive chanting of holy hymns, calling out, shouting, left everyone stunned in place.

That face...

"I, Idra!!!"

The Garrison Saint stared blankly, finally recognizing his former companion who had been the most in sync with him, the Saint who had 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 who had been chanting holy hymns stood frozen, unable to believe it.

Wasn't it said, wasn't it said... that the Saint had 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 through 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 at last, it was larger than the camp itself. The infinite darkness was like the sky collapsing, pressing down!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Under the giant hammer, the camp fell apart, but the massive train remained unscathed... Streams of crimson lightning rose up, winding around the train, propping up this destruction that was right before their eyes.

That was the Scourge Power bestowed upon Idra!!!

Just as the Garrison Saint's eyes were splitting with rage, 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 digging holes secretly while no one was paying attention, then at this moment, this train was a genuine tunnel boring machine!

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

Just like that, right in front of all of them, it walked away?!

No matter how fiercely the Garrison attacked, he couldn't break through that layer of lightning defense. Once the train started, the body of the train was equivalent to the wall of the illusion, shielding them within it. Not to mention there was Idra's Scourge Thunder interfering; how could they break it in such a rush?

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

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 last under the Church's encirclement?

A turtle in a jar, but if he keeps moving, how long can he hold out against the cult's encirclement?

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

It was nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst!

The mighty bell toll resounded through the Heavenly City again. Under the Pope's power, all the viruses were cleared and burned away. Unable to attend to other things for the moment, all the legions emptied their nests, and all combat forces that could be commanded were deployed!

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

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

"As you command!"

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

And in the violently shaking carriage, Yu Shu finally let out a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground, sweating profusely. Only then did he look back at all the members in the camp.

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

Unfortunately... he was the only one who returned.

"Don't worry about the losses, A-Shu. What we lost 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 lifted his head dazed, only seeing Ji Jue's smile, so indifferent:

"After all, isn't it good to arrive at the destination early?"

Boom!

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

In the power cabin, Bao Bao Dacai's shovel was swinging so fast it was almost sparking. He cursed Ji Jue, that dog, for slacking off, and continuously shoveled 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 all the faces, a smile identical to Ji Jue's appeared.

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

Cheering and shouting.

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

Holding their breath.

"Having waited so long, we have finally arrived at this moment and this place. Such circumstances are truly not easy to come by."

Ji Jue reached out, stroking the inner cabin of the train, looking around, staring at the hungry and thirsty faces, and told them: "Just as you wished, now, we will follow the fate bestowed by this rebellion and embark on 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 displacement 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, the uncontrollable fanatical shouting and hateful roaring rose like thunder.

The rebels following the demon cheered and surged, their pupils burning red. No longer hesitating, 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 lightning pierced the void. Gradually, it outlined a bizarre door, but it couldn't even wait for it to open before it rudely pushed 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 with rage.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the destination of this train, the true goal of this group of heretics, the core of the demon plan, and the thing they truly wanted to seize!

That is, that is...

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