Chapter 2065

Okay.

First, disguise the Biohazard World, then, while they are engaged in the Amoeba Operation, take the opportunity to ram into them.

Amoeba Operation

However...

Lin An furrowed his brows, looking at Klein:

Moving the Biohazard Instance in will affect the Amoeba, right?

Klein was the second to voice this idea, which inevitably has its pros and cons.

As expected, Klein gave a bitter smile and nodded heavily:

Instances like this are actually quite complex. Lin An, I can't explain it in just a sentence or two, but you can think of different instances as different memory spaces. When the Biohazard Instance merges here, the Amoeba World will also undergo massive changes.

I don't know what will appear. Moreover, compared to a connecting channel, luring wizards into the Biohazard World, the second method is actually just placing the battlefield here.

Not only that...

Upon saying that, Klein suddenly fell silent and turned his head to look at the temple outside the Black Tower.

Will many people die, right?

Lin An calmly took over what Klein didn't want to say.

The merger could cause accidents, affect this place, and even if used as a battlefield, people would die. Moreover, Lin An could imagine that once they did this, it would be impossible to relocate many of the Amoeba's NPCs.

The Wizard World already had a preliminary understanding of the Amoeba, but upon entering, they found the information didn't match; the original believers of humanity had disappeared, and even a fool would know there's a trap.

Therefore, to deceive the wizards, even if it's just for a one-in-ten-thousand chance, they must do it to the utmost.

The humans of the Amoeba World, Lin An's followers, must continue to stay here in complete ignorance. And Lin An himself is almost destined not to intervene to save them.

He must wait for an opportunity, watching helplessly as his own followers go to their deaths.

In the silence, Lin An remained calm, likewise gazing at the world outside the Black Tower.

I'll go talk to the Lemming.

Let him die for us, for Ling An, and play this act well.

Majestic and quiet inside the temple.

As the spokesperson of the Ling An God Kingdom, Pope Lemming devoutly kneels in the empty hall.

The white marble reflects the blazing candles, and in the firelight, the statues on either side of the temple seem to come alive, solemnly overlooking the beings below.

Gazing at the enormous empty throne, the Lemming's eyes glazed over, nervously awaiting that man's descent.

That is Lin An's position.

Their god, the supreme Ling An.

Even though Lin An hasn't appeared in over ten years, many later followers have never truly seen the god's face. Yet this does nothing to diminish their reverence and supreme awe for him.

The god has always been watching over this world, just as he once saved them, silently guarding them.

In the quiet god's shop, the Lemming could only hear his own breathing.

Since receiving Lin An's decree, he has been kneeling here, while outside the temple over a million believers wait with him for the true god's descent.

Although the wait is long, and even under immense pressure and tension his legs have grown numb and stiff, for the Lemming this is the highest honor.

Lost in thought, he keeps flashing back to the first time he imagined meeting Lin An.

In the flow of time between reality and the instance, for Lin An it's only been a year or two at most. But for him, that already feels like ages ago.

He doesn't quite remember how Lin An appeared, but he recalls that when he was most afraid and weakest, Lin An smiled and asked him whether he wanted to change his fate.

Yet that simple, casual conversation changed his life and the world.

He went from being a driver in a slave-hunting squad, looked down upon by everyone, to becoming pope, the second-highest authority in the world after the deity.

Such a massive shift in identity often makes him feel incredulous, like a dream.

Even though he appears authoritative and wise before his followers and the sixteen bishops, he knows deep down he's still that timid, fearful little creature who trembles before Lin An.

Maybe it's one minute, maybe ten.

As the Lemming was lost in thought, nervously imagining how Lin An would appear.

Suddenly.

Suddenly, a humming sound that seemed to reach deep into the soul rang out!

Boom!!!

An invisible pressure, as if heaven and earth were collapsing, caused the sacrificial flames in the god's shop, tens of meters high, to violently shake. Accompanied by an indescribable supreme presence, a white light descended from the sky the next second, and Lin An instantly appeared upon the throne.

He has descended! Ling An has descended!

Breathing heavily, the prostrate Pope Lemming's mind went blank.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he ceased thinking altogether, instinctively gazing at the figure on the throne like an ant.

At the same time, as the millions of believers outside the temple realized Lin An had descended, countless shouts like a mountain's roar and sea's surge erupted in fervent fervor. It was as if they stood in a true god's kingdom, and the whole world seemed to unite when Lin An appeared.

Gazing at the radiant light on the throne, the true god Lin An shining like a blazing sun, the Lemming felt his heart about to burst.

Endless! Endless pressure, invincible power!

To him, Lin An's existence represents all things in the world, even space itself is warping!

Compared to when he first saw Lin An as an ordinary person, now the Lemming feels that the man on the throne is practically the embodiment of the universe, an incontrovertible truth one cannot gaze upon directly.

Welcome... our lord Ling An!!

Trembling violently all over, the Lemming nearly exerted all his strength in an ecstatic shout.

However, overcome with nerves, he couldn't utter a single word of what he'd prepared, only able to quiver his lips as he wept uncontrollably.

Perhaps Lin An himself doesn't even know what his existence truly represents to Pope Lemming.

It's not just submission of power and majesty, nor merely worship of a deity. To the Lemming, Lin An is his savior, his transformer, the creator of his one true god!

At the same time, Lin An, seated upon the throne, noticed that his pope was on the verge of dying from overexcitement.

For a moment, Lin An's eyes also flashed a faint strange color, and he spoke softly:

No need to be nervous.

I appeared this time because I have something to tell you.

Supreme, great True God Ling An! Your will is our life!

Hearing that Lin An had something to do himself, the vole agreed without hesitation.

As long as True God Ling An has need, they can even sacrifice their lives.

Spiritual power slowly lifted the vole's somewhat hunched body, and Lin An's eyes also held a hint of nostalgia.

He remembered the vole, and also remembered Lin Lan.

Recalling the first time entering the amoeba world, that feeling truly left one dazed.

From human to god, it was like a dream.