Chapter 545

"So, in other words…"

Many people looked at the languid, young silhouette in 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, shut the door to catch the thief, and eliminate future trouble once and for all…"

These three simple idioms vividly explained the causal relationship.

And the result…

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 onto the waves, the twenty-nine deities approached in unison, as if a wall of heaven were advancing toward the coastline.

The beautiful giant goddess, even more massive than the magnificent kings beneath her knees, 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 bottom of their hearts.

In their perception, the world had changed.

Twisted, dark, grotesque…

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

Overhead, what used to be chandeliers now looked like twisted, coiled spines, and the floor they stepped on felt like viscous flesh—wet, fleshy fungal mats.

Many people turned green in the face.

"Damn it, I see the moon staring at me; that thing looks like a wriggling tumor, covered in dense, wine-colored eyes, watching every anomaly 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 Day pollution. The fact that our consciousness is clear and we haven't gone completely insane is already thanks to the power of magecraft."

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

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

"Is there a possibility that this is her true appearance? For beings like gods, projecting different images into the minds of different species and different levels of life is just basic operation."

Suddenly.

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

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

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

For another world, one Old Day is already the source of everything.

But their world…

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

Damn it.

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

This broken world is doomed.

"*Crying out loud*, in other worlds, life is life; in our world, there is no life, only survival."

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

"Stop crying, 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 really this tough?

Still cracking jokes when death is at the door?

There's a kind of aesthetic to lying flat and rotting, a composure of breaking the jar because it's already cracked.

Earthlings: What else can we do? How many times has this happened? Tired, let it be destroyed.

FBI station.

With various magecraft instruments suppressing it, plus the fact that they were already 'Perfected Humans' who had crawled out of hell, their resistance was clearly much stronger.

But as the Supreme Mother Goddess, the bearer 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, it was as if countless mouths were shouting, emitting overlapping, countless voices, laughing maniacally.

"How magnificent!"

"How brilliant!"

"All things shall return to Her embrace, everything shall be reshaped; I have realized, I have understood, I have seen."

"Seen it, we shall be born again, conceived 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 magecraft-alloy floor tore themselves open, twisting and mutating into various terrifying monsters, all roaring in unison.

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

307. Ultimate Power, World's End! Luo Shu: You've gotten a huge bargain

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 put up any resistance; spots of dark red spread, wriggled, and then transformed 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 sufficient to imprison a Fifth Rank giant and leave them unable to move, alienated into a nest of flesh and blood in almost 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 manic emotions, bowing toward the direction of the coastline.

The weird, 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 spiraling crosses stretching toward the sky.

There was even a sense of sacred, solemn religion.

Vermouth and Kudo Yusaku only 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 directly!! Damn, another one died."

"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 drum; under extreme tension, he cursed loudly.

Elites?

This is it?

The so-called Federation elites behind him had less willpower than he, a detective novelist, did.

They were being infected and lured one by one, either pulled 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…

F*ck, 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 force behind him vanishing as quickly as dominoes—dying so resolutely, so decisively—and his face turned green in an instant.

Damn.