Chapter 179

And the disaster did not end there.

In the vast space, several meteorites changed their orbits and flew toward Earth at an astonishing speed, burning fiercely in the atmosphere, streaking across the sky with burning trails.

As the meteorites approached, the ground began to shake violently.

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, and even the audience felt their eardrums vibrating non-stop.

An unimaginable explosion shocked the entire region in an instant. Even at the edge of the tectonic plate, there was a clear tremor, and the distant sky could be seen burning.

The Earth trembled under the impact of the meteorites, the land rolled, mountains collapsed, forming a huge crater, from which fire and thick smoke rose, mysterious and terrifying.

The impact brought a huge release of energy, and the shockwave that swept everything spread to the surroundings, sweeping everything away.

If the "Missing Thing" were still the incompetent reality warper from before, it would probably have died completely.

When the smoke cleared, the "Missing Thing" appeared in the lens again, in the audience's field of vision, and even more so in the nightmares of the world's people.

The white sea of sand under its feet remained pure white, not only undamaged but even stronger from devouring the meteorites.

The "Missing Thing" was still moving forward slowly, not even glancing at "Containment-1440," brushing past it.

Behind it, the white sea of sand entangled the old man's body, burying him.

He was indeed cursed by the "Three Brothers of Death" to never die.

But in the world, there was no shortage of torture for immortals.

One of them was being buried alive, with mouth and nose stuffed with sand, body bound by quicksand, yet unable to be liberated.

As for whether the "Missing Thing" intended to inflict this punishment, no one knew.

But it indeed never shifted its gaze, just continued forward, marching toward the next city that should be swallowed by "missing."

……

Luofu Luofu Xianzhou "Luofu," inside a private residence.

"? ouse on fire, I take photos; life is a mess, I sleep?"

"? isaster is coming, I don't know; if it's too much, I'll just hang myself?"

"? oday's business can be delayed, tomorrow's business can wait until tomorrow?"

"? 'm just happy living like this?"

This voice belonged to a young girl, playful, yet with a trace of helplessness and openness that saw through life.

Miss Miss Qingque puffed out her small chest, wiped her half-dry hair, and walked into the bedroom.

Leaning on the head of the bed, Miss Miss Qingque had nothing to do, so she looked up at the sky again.

What came into view.

Was a huge meteorite falling from the sky, occupying the entire screen.

The surface of the meteorite was uneven, yet it flickered with a black luster.

Its shadow shrouded everything, while the flames around it illuminated everything, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression and shock.

Even watching from outside the screen, Miss Miss Qingque only felt her heart being gripped, and she even forgot to breathe.

And when she saw the unscathed "Missing Thing" still moving forward indifferently, she was left speechless.

"This..."

……

"Supreme divinity, terrifying to this extent. This child cannot be kept for long; it will surely become a great disaster in the future."

"Laughing to death, there is no future anymore."

"Damn, that meteorite is over a kilometer in diameter, right? Being hit directly by that thing, yet there's no reaction at all? Is supreme divinity completely immune to all physical attacks?"

"Very likely. 'God' said before that supreme divinity is unique in the multiverse and is a conceptual existence... maybe only supreme divinities that are also conceptual existences can cause damage and kill each other."

"'Containment-1440': I got up, I was insta-killed, what do you want me to do?"

……

Operations Center.

Many eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to predict the route of "Containment-1915."

This would at least allow more people to live a little longer in despair.

As long as they were still alive, there was still hope, and the entire human race still had hope.

"Commander, the next target of 'Containment-1915' has been confirmed."

The young officer picked up the command baton and pointed at the map.

"Right here, M City."

"M City?"

The commander frowned; this was not good news.

Even in peacetime, evacuating people in a city was a difficult problem.

Let alone before a natural disaster.

Crowds would panic and become chaotic, lose their calm and rationality, not act according to instructions, and cause traffic congestion, traffic accidents, and stampedes.

Fortunately, "Containment-1915" moved slowly, so there were at least several hours of evacuation time.

But, wise men had long realized that the more one feared something would happen, the more likely it was to happen.

In psychology, this is called "Murphy's Law."

Before the commander could give the order, the car door was rudely pulled open.

An officer ran in and roared:

"It's bad, the target has suddenly started moving at high speed and will arrive at M City in ten minutes!"

"What?!"

……

At the same time, M City.

"Woo—"

The piercing air-raid siren echoed throughout the city.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Don't cut in line! Be quick with your hands and feet!"

Local police, Foundation task forces, and the military joined forces to use violent means to maintain order.

So that people's already fragile rationality would not completely collapse due to chaos.

They dispersed to various neighborhoods, directing crowds to leave the danger zone in an orderly manner.

Those who could drive left by themselves, those without cars squeezed into armored vehicles, and those with limited mobility were pulled onto transport helicopters...

The entire city was in a state of heat, restlessness, and despair.

Time passed minute by minute.

The white sea of sand arrived at the edge of the city.

In people's terrified eyes, the gently wriggling sand tide swallowed one street after another.

And the "Missing Thing's" speed was even faster, simply striding like a meteor.

Following closely behind was the equally fast destruction.

Before nightfall, the entire city had completely become history.

When night fell, a lonely figure stood under the sky, bathed in cold, chilly light.

That light did not belong to the moon, let alone the stars; it came from another world.

Through the completely annihilated world barrier, it shone on the "Missing Thing," this supreme divinity.

It stood quietly at the empty intersection between the financial building and the residential area.

The mottled railway tracks had been working since before the old steam locomotive was abandoned, and had never been replaced by new ones.

The "Missing Thing" waited quietly for the starry night to come, and then burned.

That flame exceeded the constraints of all worldly rules; when it burned, there was no warmth, no firelight, and it had nothing to do with the lives in myths and legends.

After burning, what remained was not pitch-black matter, nor foul-smelling gas, but true "nothingness."

No matter could fill this void.

This was "nothingness" that reality could not bear, "nothingness" beyond human rationality.

At one point, there had been a city of 500, 00 people here, but after that, it no longer existed. The sand tide had not yet visited, and only scars remained here; there was nothing to say.

Perhaps there had been beautiful love stories here, some moving moments.

But for the "Missing Thing," this existence of "missing," what was the difference between the existence and non-existence of reality?

It is "missing," it is lack.