Ci——

The same splashing sound rang out in the earth, ocean, and sky.

Massive amounts of blood were spraying from the holes in the armor of countless Zerg units. The air was filled with a thick, bloody stench, and the whole world became a misty, bizarre pink color.

This blood did not seep into the soil and go to waste. Instead, the moment it flowed out, it was absorbed by the creep, disguised as grass on the ground, and poured into the energy network of the Zerg hive.

The attendant-level and beast-level Zerg on the surface were the smallest and dehydrated the fastest.

These Zerg, ranging in size from a medium-sized dog to a motorcycle, withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like leeches exposed to the scorching sun, becoming flat and short.

The efficiency of water discharge from their bodies was close to 95%. The originally strong and sturdy muscles melted into a mass, and the armor on the surface became thin and brittle, like a dried orange peel.

Whirr.

Tens of thousands of low-level Zerg fell down in unison, like wheat stalks under a combine harvester.

They lay on the ground, motionless, their volume reduced by nearly three-fifths compared to before, and the carapace on their body surface faded from a hideous, terrifying black-red to an unsightly black-gray, reminiscent of burned paper.

But they were not dead.

A small amount of osmotic protectant released by the heart acted as blood, protecting the few important organs such as the already small brain, putting them into hibernation.

In this state, they had no activity or resistance. Even a downpour of rain would not revive them like a resurrection plant. The Zerg hive soldiers lacked energy-rich blood and had to be immersed in nutrient solution to revive and awaken.

The massive number of attendant-level and beast-level Zerg fell in unison, their "corpses" covering the mountains and plains.

After that came the heavy-armored and even fortress-level Zerg.

The heavy-armored Zerg, the main combat units of the Zerg hive, could still complete the drainage work on their own.

As for the fortress-level Zerg, because they were too large, even their hearts, comparable to the engines of engineering vehicles, could not pump out all the blood.

So, rustling sounds rang out underground, and millions of worker Zerg emerged from below the creep.

After the Zerg hive expanded to the stargate world, the types and appearances of worker Zerg have also changed greatly, and worker Zerg with larger volumes and more functions have appeared.

Some worker Zerg swelled in size, grew drilling horns on their heads, and performed underground excavation and exploration tasks;

Some worker Zerg bones became hollow and grew multiple pairs of wings, capable of spreading creep spores over long distances and performing high-altitude operations;

Still other worker Zerg evolved into semi-mechanical, semi-biological forms of trucks and airplanes—the mechanical characteristics made them more durable, while the biological characteristics made them easy to repair.

All of these worker Zerg, with their vastly different appearances, that would make anyone unable to tell that they belonged to the same species at first glance, were divided into two groups. One group carried the dehydrated Zerg to the Zerg hive base.

The other group assisted the fortress-level and other large units in dehydration—special worker Zerg would extend drainage pipe-like organs from their bodies to directly extract the blood from the bodies of large Zerg hive units and replace it with osmotic protectant.

The whole process was noisy and quiet.

The sounds of blood splashing, the dense footsteps of worker Zerg sliding across the creep, and the roar of engines echoed between heaven and earth. But because there was no verbal communication, these sounds mixed together were like white noise in a rainforest, comfortable and pleasant.

Tens of millions of worker Zerg labored silently, transporting all the dehydrated Zerg to the Zerg hive.

Like a vast river merging into the ocean.

Li Ang stood in the high sky, overlooking, silently feeling the movement trajectory of each life fluctuation in the divine power network, as if staring at his own complex palm lines.

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"Wrath slays the foolish, and envy kills the senseless..."

"The light of the wicked shall be put out, and the flame of his fire shall not shine..."

"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers..."

Real world, Vatican City, St. Peter's Square.

It was getting late, and night had fallen, but St. Peter's Square was still bright.

Five hundred thousand believers from all over the world gathered in the square. They were men and women, old and young, wearing raincoats, holding candles or flashlights, and chanting scriptures from the Bible in low voices.

Faced with the mutation disaster brought by the arena game, some people chose to raise their hands and give up resistance.

Some people chose to go crazy one last time, abandoning morality and indulging until death.

Others chose to resist the despair and pessimism in their hearts with faith.

The believers in St. Peter's Square were like this. They gathered closely, praying under the gaze of the 140 statues of saints around the square.

The longest-staying person had been here since the arena game was made public more than a year ago. Eating, drinking, and living were all solved within the Vatican.

The Roman Curia had no intention of expelling these fanatical believers. In fact, the large influx of people into the Vatican did not have any impact on the daily lives of ordinary residents in the surrounding area.

Most ordinary people in Italy had been relocated to the city buildings of European heavy industry, so those believers who could not squeeze into St. Peter's Square could live in abandoned houses at will.

What fanaticism, what piety, and what absurdity.

A figure shrouded in a black robe silently passed through the crowd.

His face was hidden under the hood and could not be seen clearly. His figure showed a strange transparent color, passing straight through the devout praying believers without causing any detection.

The president of the Demon Scientist Guild, the Side of Truth, appeared in St. Peter's Square.

This transcendent, who was best at playing with souls and summoning demons, had already been wanted by various guild organizations more than a year ago for spreading demon summoning rituals and causing a large number of civilian casualties.

The Vatican offered the highest reward.

If it were the time of the religious inquisition, any devout believer would be willing to eat his flesh raw and drink his blood...

Step.

The Side of Truth's forward steps suddenly stopped. At some point, the 140 statues of saints around St. Peter's Square silently turned their heads and stared over, as if they had discovered the invisible him.

"Your Excellency, why are you here?"

A cold question sounded from the front. Uriel of the Vatican Tribunal appeared from the void.

Also in a state that the surrounding believers could not detect, he indifferently questioned the president of the Demon Scientist Alliance.

The Side of Truth looked up at the other person. Uriel was wearing light golden armor, and lion-shaped patterns were engraved on the shoulders and chest.

The burning long sword in his hand was somewhat similar to Michael's Sword of Flame. The most obvious difference was that Uriel's long sword hilt was engraved with a scale, while Michael's sword hilt was a red cross.

"I want to make a deal with you."

The Side of Truth said hoarsely. Before Uriel, who had a mocking look on his face, could open his mouth to refuse, he took out a dirty, dark brown cloth from the void.

Uriel's eyes suddenly narrowed. He could feel the strong sacred aura on the cloth, and even all the statues of saints around St. Peter's Square fell silent in front of the cloth.

"The Holy Son's...shroud..."

"That's right."

The Side of Truth said hoarsely, "I will use this cloth to exchange information with you."

"What information?"

Uriel frowned and said stiffly, "We will not share information about the gods with you..."

"No, not the gods."

The Side of Truth smiled sinisterly, "When the Holy See expanded, it swallowed up a lot of traces of the existence of the gods, and grafted the legends and stories of those gods onto its own religion.

"Unfortunately, I also have those files in your religious database.

"What I want is,

"Michael's weakness."

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On the Siberian Plain, armored vehicles rolled over the snow and fallen leaves on the road, heading east.

The vehicles were not loaded with soldiers, but with ordinary Russian people.

Most of them were dragging their families, their faces blank, with a suitcase placed at their feet. This suitcase contained the most valuable or meaningful belongings in their homes.

Swish.

The sound of paper turning kept coming from the carriage. A Russian woman lifted the child in her arms and used her free hand to turn the pages of the brochure issued by the Russian government to each family.

The colored brochure was only a dozen pages long and contained information about another world written in printed Russian.

The planet Alskalisan.

That planet had been abandoned and barren for a long time, lacking water, and the air was slightly toxic. There were also terrifying mutated beasts roaming in the wild. Under any circumstances, it was not a good place for vacation, tourism, or colonization.

But, there was no better choice now.

The woman silently turned the pages of the brochure, staring at the dense Russian text on the other side.

[Thirty years ago, our empire disintegrated]

[She survived stubbornly under the intervention of fourteen countries and stood tall in the hail of bullets from one hundred and ninety armored divisions.

She had a splendid and colorful culture, world-renowned technological achievements, and powerful weapons that made the Western world tremble.

She was once the most innovative country in the world and the most democratic and equal country in the world.

Her name was the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, a union whose name was divorced from geography and ethnicity and was the first alliance in human history to be named after a social system.

Under this alliance, comrades from all over the world, speaking different languages and with different skin colors, shook hands and were of one mind. They did not know each other's existence before, but they could fight for a common goal and a common ideal.

This ideal is not the selfish democracy and freedom declared by modern Western countries,

But the altruistic, true liberation—the liberation of the working people of the world.

Without exploitation, without oppression, under the illumination of this banner, capitalists cannot whip the backs of laborers. On the contrary, they will feel afraid and terrified. They should feel afraid and terrified. Every night, they fear the silence outside the window and fear their own empty necks.

Due to lies and deceit, the Soviets failed and collapsed. The blood of tens of millions of heroes was ultimately exchanged for the old order.

The territory of the great country was wantonly dismantled, warplanes and warships were sold cheaply, and the former heroes died regrettably in obscurity, replaced by clowns who took the stage, acted recklessly, and sold out the country's interests.

But, the tragedy will not be repeated a second time.

We once again have a brand new world, where we will build a new future...]

Clang.

The armored vehicle rolled over a broken tree branch on the side of the road, interrupting the woman's reading.

She hugged the crying infant in her arms again, and looked out of the car somewhat blankly.

The scenery of the primeval forest had disappeared at some point. A large number of trees had been cut down and moved away, clearing a huge open space.

Thousands of identical armored vehicles slowly decelerated and parked on a concrete square.

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In the distance, there were more than fifty railway tracks and supporting transportation trains.

The broadcast sounded in the square. The ordinary people who had crossed the Siberian Plain by vehicle got out of the car and went to the tent camp according to the instructions.

They would gradually transfer into the stargate within three days.

Not only Russians, but also Ukrainians, Estonians, Georgians, Azerbaijanis...

All people from the former Soviet Union who were willing to join the new world and accept Russian rule could get this ticket to the new world.

Even if they were not from the former Soviet Union, as long as they recognized that idea, they could get the opportunity to colonize across the stargate.

Maybe the new world was terrible, maybe they would build a great alliance belonging to the workers again.

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"...Mr. President, please reconsider, do not cancel the Japan-U.S. Security Treaty, we can pay more garrison fees..."

In the office of the Prime Minister's official residence in Japan, a voice of almost pleading came, but in the end, there was only a dial tone.

The Prime Minister, with graying temples, looked at the phone that had been hung up in his hand and collapsed weakly on the chair.

The red phone fell down, pulled by the phone line, bouncing up and down, touching the ground little by little.

The U.S. military stationed in Japan, as well as the transcendents deployed by the U.S. military bases in Japan, were all withdrawn in the end, leaving nothing behind.

For the United States, Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, and other countries were only bridgeheads that had once been used to block East Asia and seize profits.

Now that the East Asian blockade line had collapsed on its own, and the economic benefits brought by the financial game had also lost their meaning, there was no need for the U.S. military to be stationed overseas.

In fact, after watching the arena games for this period of time, everyone understood that conventional armies, and even armies mixed with a small number of transcendents, were meaningless in the face of a few top powerhouses.

On the penultimate day before the battle of Siming was about to come, although ordinary people around the world did not know what had happened, the decision-makers knew that the international order had completely collapsed.

There was no longer any talk of friendship between the two countries. In order to survive, even the United States, which had once stood at the top of the world, had to give up a large number of overseas interests and devote all its energy to survival.

Japan had no portals, no stargates, was isolated overseas, and lacked resources. At this point in time, they could not even sell the country or completely sell out the country's interests—no force would accept the island nation.

The Prime Minister looked up at the ceiling of the official residence office in despair. The population of Japan was now concentrated in several city buildings around Tokyo.

Perhaps relying on the buildings, they could hold on for a while longer,

But as time passed, the Special Affairs Bureau, the United States, Russia, and other forces gradually evacuated a large number of people from the earth, using the earth as a bridgehead for the battlefield,

These city buildings on Japan were really just coffins for people to wait for death. Like other countries that had no portals and no way to sell the country.

"Is the fate of the country here?"

The Prime Minister muttered to himself, his voice miserable. Suddenly, a knock on the door came from outside. Sesshouin and a group of staff members from the Japan Abnormal Affairs Investigation Bureau ignored the guards' obstruction at the door and broke straight into the Prime Minister's office.

"What are you doing? Treason?!"

The Prime Minister used the last bit of strength to reprimand sternly, although he knew deep down that in the situation where the Global Supernatural Alliance had no time to take care of it, the international order was unguarded, and the real power was in the hands of these transcendents in front of him.

"No, Mr. Prime Minister, we are protecting our country."

Sesshouin smiled slightly, "You are worried that Japan will be abandoned by the world, right?

"Neither the Special Affairs Bureau nor the United States care about the life or death of Japan.

"Only we can save this country."

She took out a scarlet, blood-like stone from the void and gently placed it on the desk.

"Using this Sessho-seki (killing stone), we can transform all 120 million citizens into monsters. Only in this way can we survive in this chaotic world."