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

The Foundation Headquarters alarm work, with harsh ringing sounds echoing in the metal corridors and eye-catching red lights.

A cold female voice came from the radio speaker, and the uniformed staff in the corridor were rushing:

[A third-level dangerous accident occurred, please return to the assigned position. Containment [Cartoon Player], [Wheat Field Scarecrow], [Bone Flute]... Has broken through the containment. Please take measures immediately. The ten underground floors have been closed. People below level B are prohibited from passing without special permission...]

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

"Notify the superiors and request to obtain disposal permission!"

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

"What the hell is going on?"

Two C-level investigators arrived at the corner of the corridor and suddenly stopped.

In front, a tall human-shaped concrete statue had its eyes locked on them.

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Eighteenth floor underground.

The main body of the room of 300 square meters is completely made of special materials, like a sturdy box, resisting external influences while protecting the outside world from internal erosion.

The concept of time and space has been distorted here, and unstable time and space rub against each other, creating black cracks in the shape of lightning. Each crack is more dangerous than a beam of high-energy particle. Any object with material entities will be instantly divided and decomposed, and may even be sucked into the chaotic and disordered corners of the universe, or even enter the outer dimension space.

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

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

In the Eighteen Purgatory, all the restless containment objects were suppressed at this moment, and some of the weaker containment objects lost all their activity on the spot and entered a state of silence.

On the boy's neck, the quaint key emitted a bright silver light...

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Xia Ren once guessed several times what kind of existence the so-called old dominant, that is, the old god, was.

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

In his opinion, God should represent a certain order or rule in the universe. Their will can destroy humans at will, but it has 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 receive God’s response are somewhat naive.

Because if God can be influenced by people's opinions, what's the difference between it and the neighborhood aunt?

Whether before or after contacting Zhao Mingyue, although Xia Ren's view of God has changed greatly, one thing remains unchanged.

That is - God is far away.

He never thought that one day he would be able to see God's true appearance with his own eyes.

And now, this day is here.

The sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun enveloped him and Yi Zhiyu.

The cold temperature and wind sounded like a ghost crying.

The complete darkness wrapped them firmly, and just standing there without being swept away by the wind had already consumed almost all of Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu's energy.

Two tiny humans stood in this terrifying scene of the arrival of the end of the world, with no ability to resist at all.

Above their heads, two red stars trembled, and their huge body outlines appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm.

That was the great white god of silence, the eyes of Itakua.

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

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

Despair occupies the peak of reason.

"It's useless, I'm going to die here..."

Tentacles stretched out from behind their heads and twisted uneasily, and the sound of waves from the distant deep sea seemed to ring in their ears again.

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

The pronunciation is extremely strange and obscure sentences come from Xia Ren's mouth.

The chaotic illusions appeared alternately in front of me, and on the dark and deep seabed, several magnificent human-shaped sculptures formed seals in their hands and stared forward.

At their feet, the flowing magma chains stretched out and stretched into the darkness.

A little bit of water vapor quietly spread in the surrounding space, but in the dry sandstorm, this change is simply insignificant.

As if thunder sounded, under the two stars, Itakua opened her mouth and spit out the stretching white clouds.

The clouds and mist mixed into the sandstorm with extremely low temperatures. In an instant, the ambient temperature dropped again. The cold current swept through everything with the storm. The moment Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu's body surface came into contact with it, a layer of white frost was hung on it, and the skin, sweat glands, sweat hairs, and even eyes were frozen.

The heart beats wildly, but the blood vessels on the surface of the body contract together, and all the blood with heat is limited to the internal organs and brain to ensure 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 truly bring death come from the outside.

Itakuya stretched out his hand, and in an instant, the wind and clouds stirred, and a great amount of pressure poured down.

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

And the latter can only watch this scene happen.

"I can't move, I have nowhere to hide."

Xia Ren wanted to struggle for the last time, but it was useless.

Death is right in front of you.

Very unwilling to give up! There are still many things that have not been done!

Yi Zhi Yu's veins bulged, his skin was frozen and cracked, and terrifying wounds burst out, and blood flowed.

He was suppressed by invisible pressure, and every move was extremely difficult, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

But he still moved.

Lift your right foot,

He did not retreat,

Instead, he is heading towards God,

Take a step.

The facial features that were almost squeezed together on his face proved the pain and pressure he was suffering at this time, and his face turned red and almost bleeding.

The bones all over his body were making noises, and his calves were stuck between the crowded sand and gravel. The sand frozen by the cold current was driven by the strong wind, like steel needles, piercing into the wound on his body, causing endless torture.

but,

This does not stop Yi Zhiyu.

His second step was taken, but he still went toward God's direction.

Itakua's hand reached into the sandstorm. His huge arm was like a pillar that supported the heaven and earth. The withered skin on the surface of his arm gave people an incomprehensible strange feeling. Just staring at it, the illusion was reborn in front of him. After seeing it, there was no specific memory of His appearance in his mind except for endless chaos and fear.

He was there, and it seemed to be 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 even more humble and insignificant than dust.

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

At this time, he had become a bloody man.

The cracked wounds were covered with blood, and as soon as the blood flowed out, it was immediately frozen by the extremely low temperature. His head was covered with white frost and his facial features were also oozing blood. His whole body seemed to be wearing a scarlet armor.

Yi Zhiyu's whole body was trembling violently, and even every breath was torment.

But he still stood here, standing before God.

At no time to pay such a price, he had only one purpose: to bring Xia Ren back to the foundation headquarters.

This is the request of the doctor.

The doctor's behavior will involve the future of all mankind.

Therefore, the significance of this journey to Yi Zhiyu is not just to complete a task. The heavy responsibility and sense of mission are pressing on his heart, so that he will not have any mistakes.

Is it scary?

Of course it's terrible!

But no matter what the price is paid, even his life is spared!

Itakuana's dry palms were less than 100 meters away from Yizhiyu.

For His body shape, this distance is almost negligible.

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

Even if he dies, he will die in front of Xia Ren.
To be continued...