Chapter 545

"So, in other words..."

Many people looked at the lazy, young silhouette of light with disbelief: "The reason Brother Luo Shu kept provoking this Supreme Mother Goddess was..."

The young girl also said with some hesitation: "If I'm not mistaken, he wanted to lure the enemy deep, close the gate to beat the dog, and eliminate future trouble once and for all..."

Three simple idioms, yet they vividly explained the cause-and-effect relationship.

And the results...

Above the vast ocean, the waves grew more and more violent, whipping up terrifying tsunamis hundreds of stories high, while storms and thunder wantonly unleashed the natural might of the heavens.

The Mother Goddess moved.

More than twenty Old Kings rose from beneath her knees, the fire of divine wrath burning in their chaotic pupils. Stepping on the waves, the twenty-nine deities approached together, as if a wall of heaven were advancing toward the coastline.

Even more massive, the beautiful giant god, beneath whose knees even the magnificent kings knelt, let out a roar toward the sky.

"aaaaaa——————!!"

Boom.

An invisible ripple spread out.

People were horrified to discover that some kind of invisible pollution had spread.

Even those protected by magecraft felt something sprouting from the depths of their hearts.

In their perception, the world had changed.

Twisted, dark, grotesque...

They smelled the stench of rotting corpses; the walls were built of white bones, and withered human faces on them opened their mouths to whisper.

The chandeliers overhead seemed to be twisted, coiled spines, and the floor they stepped on felt like sticky flesh—a damp, fleshy fungal mat.

Many people turned green.

"Damn it, I see the moon staring at me. That thing looks like a wriggling tumor, covered in dense, wine-colored eyes, watching every abnormality on the ground."

"Stop it, stop it, the sun has become a bloody maw, dripping with filthy black blood. It's too damn scary; I see everyone as a monster now."

"Consider ourselves lucky. This is Old One pollution; the fact that our consciousness is clear and we haven't gone completely insane is already thanks to our powerful magecraft."

"Don't talk about it. I'm with the FBI. Those people from other worlds we were holding, or those who had come over but hadn't switched to magecraft, mutated into various monsters in an instant. If we hadn't been well-prepared, you wouldn't be seeing me now."

"Killing eight hundred enemies at the cost of three thousand of our own... I look at that Mother Goddess, and she's no longer the plump female figure that makes people slightly aroused, but an ugly, twisted monster."

"Is there a possibility that this is her true appearance? Things like gods project different images in the minds of different species and different levels of life; that's basic."

Suddenly.

Someone said gloomily: "More than that, is it possible that what we are seeing now is the true state of this world?"

You have to know, our world is the true nest of the Old Ones.

When it comes to twisted pollution, the evil gods of our world are the ancestors."

In other worlds, one Old One is already the source of everything.

But in our world...

Last time the Seven Gods descended, there were two of them, and that battlefield was filled with countless more; there were even existences above the Old Ones.

Damn it.

The more I think about it, the more desperate I feel.

This broken world is doomed.

"I'm crying out loud; life in other worlds is life, but in our world, there is no life, only survival."

"Stop it, stop it, I'm going to cry."

"Don't cry, that Supreme Mother Goddess is almost at the coastline; write your wills first."

Many people from other worlds were dumbfounded.

Is the mentality of the locals this tough?

Still cracking jokes when death is at the door?

There's a certain beauty in lying flat and giving up, a composure in letting the pot break.

Earthlings: What else can we do? How many times has it been? I'm tired, let it be destroyed.

FBI station.

With various magical instruments suppressing it, plus the fact that the 'Perfected Humans' themselves had crawled out of hell, their resistance was clearly much stronger.

But as the Supreme Mother Goddess, the breeder of all dark things, approached, the mortals' meager resistance dissipated like fireflies.

"It's here, it's here, He is here."

Inside Hiruko Kagetane's body, countless mouths seemed to be shouting, emitting overlapping voices, laughing maniacally.

"How magnificent!"

"How brilliant!"

"All things shall return to Her embrace, everything shall be reshaped. I understand, I see it."

"I see it, we shall be born again, bred by Her as new gods."

"The Paradise Plan is real."

"The Ascension Ritual is also real. It has arrived, it has arrived, this moment has arrived."

Even the Perfected Humans embedded beneath the magical alloy floor tore themselves apart, twisting and mutating into various terrifying monsters, all roaring in unison.

"It has arrived, welcome it, welcome the origin that breeds all things, the Mother of all phenomena in heaven and earth, welcome our rebirth."

307. Ultimate Power, End of the World! Luo Shu: You've taken a huge advantage

Almost in an instant.

This silver alloy hall, the size of three football fields, changed completely.

Flesh and blood grew out of thin air, spreading across the floor and walls with dense, screaming sharp mouths, while countless dark red filaments tangled, climbed, and assimilated on the ceiling...

The special alloy didn't offer the slightest resistance; spots of dark red spread, wriggled, and then turned into dense, fleshy faces, roaring silently with open mouths.

"We look forward to it!"

"We welcome it!"

"Humans, accept your rebirth———!!!"

The entire special alloy base, built by the Federation with huge resources, a magnificent cage capable of imprisoning a Fifth Rank giant and leaving them unable to move, was alienated into a nest of flesh and blood in an instant.

In the center of the hall.

At the center of that chaotic nest, the so-called Perfected Humans were teary-eyed, filled with fanatical, wanton, and extreme madness, bowing toward the direction of the coastline.

Their weirdly twisted, alienated bodies kept colliding, suddenly shooting upward to form swollen and terrifying giants.

Countless thorns and bone spurs grew, extended, and intertwined from everywhere, forming spiral crosses stretching toward the sky.

It actually had a sacred, solemn religious feeling.

Vermouth and Kudo Yusaku felt a wave of terrifying mental pollution rushing toward them, their scalps about to explode.

Not daring to stay for even a second, they took their people and sprinted madly toward the roof.

"Don't touch the stairs, use magecraft to float!! Damn, another one dead."

"Don't look, don't look at the faces on the walls, those things are hallucinations, hallucinations! Aren't you damn Federation elites?"

Kudo Yusaku's heart was beating like a rattle; under extreme tension, he cursed loudly.

Elites?

Just this?

Behind him, those so-called Federation elites had less willpower than him, a detective novelist.

They were infected and drawn in one by one, either dragged in by the dense bloody hands reaching out from the stairs or lecherously throwing themselves at the faces on the walls.

That kind of pollution didn't have much effect on them, and the hallucinations only required slightly stronger willpower to resist.

As a result...

Fuck, how much of the Federation's funding did those bastards swallow?

How many of these so-called elites got in through the back door?

Fifty percent?

Or eighty percent?

Could it be ninety-nine percent?

This broken Federation is doomed sooner or later.

Kudo Yusaku sensed the life signs behind him disappearing as quickly as dominoes, dying so resolutely and decisively, and his face turned green in an instant.

Damn. ===== CHAPTER 546 =====