Pollution throughout the territory

Two hundred kilometers away from the battlefield, in the middle of the Moka Desert.

Alarms were blaring at the Foundation headquarters, with harsh bells echoing in the metal corridors and eye-catching red lights.

A cold female voice came from the radio speaker, and uniformed staff walked in the corridor in a hurry:

[A Level 3 dangerous accident occurs. All personnel are requested to return to their assigned positions. The contained objects [Cartoon Contestant], [Wheatfield Scarecrow], [Bone Flute]... have breached containment. Relevant responsible personnel please take immediate measures. The tenth underground floor has been closed. Personnel below B level are not allowed to pass without special permission...]

"The nature of the containment is beginning to become unstable!"

"Notify your superiors and request permission to dispose of it!"

"A casualty accident occurred in the B1-5 area on the third underground floor, and the cause of the accident is being investigated..."

"What exactly is going on?"

The two C-level investigators came to the corner of the corridor and suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a tall humanoid concrete statue had its eyes locked on them.

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Eighteen floors underground.

The main body of the 300-square-meter room is entirely made of special materials, like a solid box that resists external influences while also protecting the outside world from internal erosion.

The concepts of time and space have been distorted here. Unstable space-time rubs against each other, creating dark cracks in the shape of lightning. Each crack is more dangerous than a high-energy particle beam. Any object with material entities that touches them will be instantly torn apart and decomposed. , or even be sucked into the chaotic and disorderly corner of the universe, or even enter the outer dimension.

The source of this phenomenon is in the center of the empty room.

In the transparent cylindrical glass jar, the young man soaked in emerald green liquid suddenly opened his empty eyes.

In the Eighteenth Purgatory, all the restless contained objects were suppressed at this moment. Some of the weaker contained objects lost all activity on the spot and entered a state of silence.

On the boy's neck, the simple key emits a bright silver light...

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Xia Ren has wondered several times what kind of existence the so-called rulers of the old days, that is, the old gods, are.

Before he met Zhao Mingyue, he had always had his own understanding of God.

In his view, gods should represent a certain order, or rule, in the universe. Their will can destroy humans at will, but they have nothing to do with humans.

God is high above, far beyond the boundaries that humans can touch, and those who believe that their selfish wishes can be heard by God and can obtain God's response are somewhat naive.

Because if God can be swayed by people’s opinions, what’s the difference between that and the neighborhood committee aunt?

Whether it was before or after he came into contact with Zhao Mingyue, Xia Ren's views on God changed greatly, but one thing remained the same.

That is - God is far away.

He never thought that one day he would be able to see the true face of God with his own eyes.

And now, this day has come.

The sky-blocking sandstorm enveloped him and Yi Zhiyu.

The cold temperature and wind sounds like howling ghosts surrounded the surroundings.

Complete darkness enveloped them tightly. Just standing there and not being swept away by the wind had consumed almost all of Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu's energy.

Two tiny human beings stood in this terrifying scene of the end of the world, without the slightest ability to resist.

Above their heads, two red stars trembled, and the outline of their huge bodies appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm.

Those are the eyes of Itaqua, the great white god of silence.

Just by being stared at by these eyes, Xia Ren almost lost all reason.

He had the fate dice in his mouth, but he forgot to use it at this time.

Despair occupies the peak of reason.

"It's useless, you have to die here..."

The tentacles stretched out from the back of the head, twisting uneasily, and the sound of waves coming from the distant deep sea seemed to be ringing in his ears again.

"ph"""nglui,mglw"""nafh,Cthulhu,R"""lyeh,wgah"""nagl,fhtagn..."

Extremely weird pronunciation and obscure sentences came from Xia Ren's mouth.

Chaotic illusions appeared alternately in front of him. On the dark and deep seabed, several magnificent humanoid sculptures formed seals in their hands and stared ahead.

Under their feet, chains like flowing magma stretched out into the darkness.

Some moisture spread quietly in the surrounding space, but in the dry sandstorm, this change was insignificant.

As if thunder was stirring, below the two stars, Itakua opened his mouth and spit out a continuous white cloud.

The clouds and mist mixed with the sandstorm with extremely low temperature. In an instant, the ambient temperature dropped again. The cold current swept everything along with the storm. The moment Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu's body surface came into contact with it, a layer of hoarfrost covered their skin, Sweat glands, hairs, and even eyes were frozen.

The heart is beating wildly, but the blood vessels on the surface of the body are contracting together. All the blood with heat is restricted to the internal organs and brain, ensuring that the main functions of the body are not affected. In order to resist death, human survival instinct has been exerted to the extreme. .

However, the factors that can really bring about death come from outside.

Itacua stretched out his hand, and in an instant, the wind and clouds stirred, and tremendous pressure poured down.

He crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and wanted to catch Xia Ren.

The latter could only watch this scene happen.

"I can't move, there's nowhere to hide."

Xia Ren tried to struggle with his last remaining sanity, but to no avail.

Death is right in front of you.

So unwilling! Obviously there are still many things that have not been done!

The veins all over Yi Zhiyu's body popped out, his skin was cracked by the frost, and horrific wounds burst out, with blood flowing freely.

He was suppressed by invisible pressure, and every movement was extremely difficult, like carrying a huge mountain on his back.

But he still moved.

Lift your right foot,

He didn't flinch,

Instead, move in the direction of God,

A step was taken.

The facial features that were almost squeezed together proved the pain and pressure he was experiencing at this time, and his face was so red that it almost bleed.

All the bones in his body were making unsustainable noises, and his calves fell into the crowded gravel. The sand frozen by the cold current was driven by the strong wind, like steel needles, piercing into the wounds on his body, causing endless pain. torture.

but,

This does not stop Yi Zhiyu.

His second step was taken, still in the direction of God.

Itacua's hand reached into the sandstorm. His huge arm was like a pillar holding up the heaven and earth. The withered skin on the surface of the arm gave people an incomprehensible and strange feeling. Just watching, the illusion was reborn before his eyes, and After seeing it, apart from endless confusion and fear, there was no specific memory of His appearance in my mind.

He was right there, and it seemed like he was in a different time and space from Xia Ren and the others.

The difference between the two can no longer be described by any reason. Human beings are simply humbler and smaller than dust.

However, even so, Yi Zhiyu still mustered up the courage and stood in front of Xia Ren.

At this time, he has become a bloody man.

There were chapped wounds all over his body, and as soon as the blood flowed out, it was immediately frozen by the extremely low temperature. His head was covered with hoarfrost, and blood oozed from his facial features. His whole body seemed to be wearing a scarlet armor.

Yi Zhiyu's whole body was shaking violently, and even every breath was torture.

But he still stood here, standing before God.

Regardless of paying such a price, he has only one purpose: to bring Xia Ren back to the foundation headquarters.

This is the Doctor's request.

The doctor's actions will affect the future of all mankind.

Therefore, the significance of this journey to Yi Zhiyu was not just to complete a task. A heavy sense of responsibility and mission weighed on his heart, making it impossible for him to make any mistakes.

Is it scary?

Of course it's scary!

But no matter what the price, even his life, he will not hesitate!

Itakuya's withered palm was already less than a hundred meters away from Yi Zhiyu.

For his size, this distance is almost negligible.

Yi Zhiyu used up his last bit of courage and clenched his fists.

Even if he died, he would die in front of Xia Ren.

The palm as huge as a mountain pressed down, and the roaring sound shook the sky, as if the sky had collapsed.

Yi Zhiyu bit his teeth and drew blood as he threw his last punch.

This punch had no momentum, and was even a little soft. It was unimaginable that even an S-level man could be so weak.

Itakua's palm fell at an extremely fast speed.

The unstoppable pressure dispersed the strong wind around them. Before the palms could really reach the ground, the sand under Yi Zhiyu and Xia Ren's feet was squeezed and sank dozens of centimeters. The two of them also vomited blood and had no choice but to lie on the ground. He fell onto the sand, losing all ability to resist.

The space became completely dark, and the vision above them was completely covered.

But at the next moment, everything suddenly stopped.

Without any warning, Itacua's huge body disappeared.

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared. Yi Zhiyu was already unconscious. Xia Ren still had the last trace of consciousness left and stumbled out of the sand.

The wind also stopped.

He looked around and saw hundreds of thousands of tons of yellow sand losing strength, falling from the sky and returning to the ground.

Then, there was no sound in the entire desert.

The sky lit up a little.

Xia Ren raised his head.

The world in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. In the desolate desert, the sky was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, lifeless. Living in it, I could only passively experience this unspeakable fear.

And in the gray sky, a huge human silhouette appeared vaguely, floating with the clouds.

The silhouette is covered with a shimmering veil, and it is impossible to see what is behind the veil.

Xia Ren felt that he was being stared at by the other party, but this gaze was full of tranquility and peace, which were completely opposite to Itakuya's madness and rage.

He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

That passage popped into my mind:

[The huge silhouette projected on the distant sky, its floating posture cannot be seen...]

If you don’t understand, please read back to the beginning of the 25th chapter of the book, The Wishing Mirror.