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

Alarms blaze at Foundation headquarters, and the metal hallways echo with screeching bells and striking red lights.

A cold female voice came from the loudspeaker of the radio, and the uniformed staff in the hallway hurried:

[In the event of a third-level dangerous accident, all personnel are requested to return to their assigned posts. Containment Items: [Cartoon Player], [Scarecrow in the Rye], [Bone Flute], ...... The containment has been breached, the relevant responsible personnel should take immediate measures, the ten underground floors have been closed, and personnel below Class B are prohibited from passing without special permission......]

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

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

"There was a casualty accident in the B1-5 area of the third basement floor, and the cause of the accident is being investigated......"

"What the hell is going on?"

Two C-Class investigators came to a stop around the corner of the hallway.

Ahead, a tall humanoid concrete statue had its gaze locked onto them.

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Eighteen floors underground.

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

The concepts of time and space have been distorted here, and the unstable space-time rubbed against each other, creating pitch-black cracks in the shape of lightning, each crack was more dangerous than high-energy particle beams, and any object with a material entity that touched them would be instantly cut and decomposed, and even sucked into the chaotic corners of the universe, and even into the outer dimension.

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

Inside 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 containments were suppressed at this moment, and some of the weaker containments 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 glow......

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Xia Ren had guessed several times what kind of existence the so-called Old Dominator, that is, the Old God, was.

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

In his view, the gods should represent some kind of order or rules in the universe, and their will can destroy human beings at will, but they have nothing to do with human beings.

God is high above the boundaries of human reach, and those who believe that their selfish desires can be heard by God and that they can receive a response from God are somewhat naïve.

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

Whether it was before or after coming into contact with Zhao Mingyue, although Xia Ren's view of God has changed greatly, one thing has always remained the same.

That is—God is far away.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to see God in His own eyes.

And now, that day has come.

A sandstorm that obscured the sky and the sun shrouded him and Yi Zhiyu.

The cold temperature and the sound of the wind like a ghost crying surrounded the surroundings.

The complete darkness enveloped them firmly, and just standing in place and not being swept away by the wind had already consumed almost all of Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu's energy.

Two tiny human beings, standing in the midst of the terrifying sight of the coming end times, have no ability to resist at all.

Above them, two crimson stars trembled, and the massive silhouettes of their bodies appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm.

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

Just being watched by these eyes, Xia Ren almost lost all his senses.

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

Despair occupies the peak of reason.

"If it's useless, it's going to be here...... Dead ......"

The tentacles stretched out from the back of their heads, writhing uneasily, and the sound of the 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 was extremely strange, and the obscure sentences came out of Xia Ren's mouth.

The chaotic illusions in front of him alternated, and in the dark and deep seabed, several magnificent humanoid sculptures stamped in their hands, staring ahead.

Beneath their feet, flowing lava-like chains stretched out into the darkness.

In the surrounding space, a little bit of water vapor quietly spreads, but in the dry sandstorm, this change is insignificant.

As if thunder stirred, below the two stars, Itakua opened his mouth and spat out a long white cloud.

The clouds and mist mixed with the sandstorm with an extremely low temperature, and in an instant, the ambient temperature dropped again, and the cold snap swept everything along with the storm, and the moment the surface of Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu's bodies came into contact with it, a layer of hoarfrost hung on them, and their skin, sweat glands, hair, and even their eyes were frozen.

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

However, the real factors that can bring about death are from the outside.

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

He crossed a distance of hundreds of zhang to capture Xia Ren.

And the latter can only watch this happen.

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

Natsuhito's last remaining sanity wanted to struggle, but to no avail.

Death is just around the corner.

I'm so unwilling! There's still a lot to be done!

Yi Zhiyu's body was bruised, his skin was frozen and cracked, and terrifying wounds burst open, and blood flowed everywhere.

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

But he moved.

Lift your right foot,

He didn't flinch,

but in God's direction,

A step was taken.

The facial features on his face that were almost squeezed together proved the pain and pressure he was under at this time, and his face was so red that he was almost oozing blood.

His bones were making uncontrollable noises, his calves sank into the crowded gravel, and the sand frozen by the cold current was driven by the wind, like steel needles, piercing into the wounds on his body, bringing endless torment.

but

That doesn't stop Yi Zhiyu.

His second step was out, again in God's direction.

Itakua's hand reached into the sandstorm, his huge arm was like a pillar holding heaven and earth, the withered skin on the surface of the arm gave people an incomprehensible strange feeling, just staring, the vision was reborn in front of him, and after seeing it, there was no specific memory of his appearance in his mind except for endless confusion and fear.

He was there, as if he was in a different time and space from Xia Ren.

The difference between the two can no longer be described by any reason, and human beings are simply more humble and insignificant than dust.

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

At this time, he had become a bloody man.

There were cracked wounds all over his body, and as soon as the blood flowed out, he was immediately frozen by the extremely low temperature, his head was covered with hoarfrost, and his facial features were also oozing blood, and the whole person was like wearing a scarlet armor.

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

But he still stood here, in the presence of God.

At such a cost, he had only one purpose: to bring Xia Ren back to the Foundation headquarters.

This is the doctor's request.

And the actions of the Doctor will affect the future of all mankind.

Therefore, the significance of this trip 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 cannot afford to miss a little.

Is it scary?

Of course it's terrible!

But no matter what the price is, even if it is his life, it will not be spared!

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

For His size, this distance was almost negligible.

Yi Zhiyu used the last shred of courage and clenched his fists.

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

The huge palm of the mountain pressed down, and the rumbling sound shattered the sky, as if the sky had fallen.

Yi Zhiyu bit his teeth and threw his last punch.

This punch has no momentum, and it is even a little soft, and it is unimaginable that he is so weak at the S-level.

Itakua's palm fell at breakneck speed.

The unstoppable pressure scattered the wind around them, and before the palms of their hands really arrived, the sand under Yi Zhiyu and Xia Ren's feet was squeezed and sunk dozens of centimeters, and the two of them also vomited blood one after another, and had to lie on the sand, losing all their ability to resist.

Space was completely darkened, and the field of vision above them was completely enveloped.

But the next moment, everything suddenly stopped.

Without warning, Itakua's massive body was gone.

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

The wind also stopped.

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

Then, the whole desert was silent.

The sky lit up with a shimmer.

Xia Ren raised his head.

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

And in the gray sky, a huge humanoid silhouette loomed, floating with the clouds.

The silhouette was draped in a shimmering veil, and it was impossible to see what was behind the veil.

Xia Ren felt that he was being watched by the other party, but this gaze was full of tranquility and peace, and compared to Itakuya's madness and rage, it was completely two extremes.

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

In my mind, that passage popped up:

[A huge silhouette projected in the distant sky, its floating posture cannot be peeped at......]