Located at the junction of Rong Province and Xu Province and located in the Northwest Wasteland, the Northwest Base is a special sub-base set up by Command 101 for the purpose of studying pollutants.

The Northwest Wilderness was originally a nuclear weapons test site belonging to the Eighth War Zone of the Armed Forces Division, but after the establishment of Command No. 101, this place was assigned to Zheng Qingming.

The uninhabited Northwest Wasteland is an excellent testing ground and quarantine area – and there is a buffer in case something goes wrong and causes contamination to leak.

And at this moment, I don't know whether it is lucky or unlucky, the place where the gods came happened to be the Northwest Wasteland.

Man is an experiment, and He is an ant.

At the moment when the god Emperor Jiang waved his wings, in the northwest base where the nuclear bomb was fired at him, a song suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

The song is far-reaching, ethereal, graceful, and the music is extremely beautiful, like a peerless heavenly sound in the hollow valley.

“Mi havas…”

But the listener screamed without surprise, covered his face, and rolled on the ground.

Their facial features were distorted, their eyes, ears, mouths and noses were squeezed together by invisible forces, and finally melted, decayed, and fell off, leaving only a bloody face.

“… neniun vizaon…”

In the midst of the song, countless rotting wounds were cracked on their bodies, and blood lines cracked in their skin.

Blood lines spread and dilate.

Blood flowed and splattered.

Tick, tick.

“… sed mi bone…”

Their entrails began to rot.

Muscles, internal organs, and bones quickly rotted and stinked, turning into flowing pus, which flowed out of empty faces, from cracked wounds on the surface of the body, and from corroded and abnormal cavities.

In the end, all that remained of their bodies was a blood-red, empty skin, connected to blood vessels and nerves, and they looked like jellyfish, but they had six legs and four wings, and they were moving slowly with their wrists and feet.

“… kantas kaj dancas.”

They became them.

Six thousand one hundred and twenty-one pollutants cheered for new life and leaped with faith.

They began to sing prayers in hoarse voices, praising the great Creator and the only true God on earth: "Mi havas neniun vizaon, sed mi bone kantas kaj dancas."

“Mi havas neniun vizaon…”

“Mi…”

The gods simply flapped their wings, and 6,121 well-trained soldiers were destroyed in an instant, and there was no peace after death.

This is the difference between mortal things and gods.

……

But the fall of the Northwest Base is not the end.

Zheng Qingming, who was thousands of miles away in the sea city, also heard the song of the gods.

For the gods who have mastered the technique of space corners, distance has never been an issue.

His careless counterattack probably just followed the simple rule of "mosquitoes will shoot wherever they are", so Zheng Qingming, who pressed the "launch" button with his own hands, became one of his counterattack targets without any suspense.

Zheng Qingming curled up and covered his face in pain.

Like others polluted by Dijiang's prayers, he could feel that his facial features were distorting and melting.

One eye squirms and tries to burrow into its nostrils, the other is inflating like a balloon, and the mouth tears through the bundles of muscles in the cheeks and splits to the base of the ear, as if trying to bite and swallow one ear......

His body was also tingling, and it seemed that countless wounds had bloomed, and what flowed from the wounds was not only blood, but also rotten, mud-like musculature......

What is even more terrifying is that despite the inhuman suffering, his heart is joyful.

He wants to sing a song for his gods, he wants to dance for his gods, he wants to serve his gods forever, he wants to tell the creatures of the world about the tenderness and greatness of the gods.

No! It can't go on like this!

Zheng Qingming suddenly realized that his spirit was being polluted and changed!

He can't die here! Die here in such a twisted posture!

Zheng Qingming suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive, endured the pain, stumbled to his desk, and groped his right hand to reach for the small safe under his desk.

Password...... Pass......

Fingerprint...... Pass......

The drawer-filled safe opened silently, revealing a spiritual potion placed on a fixed shelf.

Command 101, as the first transcendent organization to contact the Blackstone Research Institute, purchased more than 20 million yuan worth of spiritual power potions from the research institute - this is still due to the purchase restrictions.

Some of these spiritual power potions were consumed in the experiment, some were used for research and analysis, and Zheng Qingming himself also left one and put it in the office.

Now this spiritual power potion has become his lifeline.

Spiritual potions can remove pollution.

Zheng Qingming gritted his teeth tightly, his vision was blurry and flickering, his thinking was crazy and chaotic, just relying on memory and feeling, he opened the sealing plug at one end with a trembling hand and stabbed it fiercely in his chest.

The tip of the needle pierced into the body, activating the automatic injection device on the glass tube, and the pressure released pushed the spiritual elixir with liquid properties into the body.

The turquoise void liquid appeared under Zheng Qingming's skin, and then gradually disappeared and spread, slamming into the polluting power that had already soaked in his body.

Two diametrically opposed forces hedged against each other in his body, as if his body was a battlefield.

Every muscle, every nerve, every drop of blood trembled, burning as if it was about to burn.

More intense pain struck, and Zheng Qingming fell to his knees on the ground, leaking a suppressed wail from his twisted facial features.

On the edge of life and death, on the border between hope and despair, on the line between reason and madness, his soul screamed unwillingly.

In the midst of this, there is a Supreme Spiritual Being who hears and responds to all this.

The transcendent door slammed open.

The formless and insubstantial spiritual power was completely dispersed, and in response to his strongest desire at the moment, it was attached to his will, interfering with the rules, reversing reality, and giving extraordinary power to this ordinary creature in the past.

A silver-white spiritual flame ignited on Zheng Qingming's body.

Zheng Qingming felt that his physical and mental changes had stopped, and the pollution had been suppressed.

But the part that has been mutated has not been eliminated.

His will was still on the verge of madness, and he reached out and touched his face, he could still feel that his facial features were not in their original position, and when he lowered his head, he could also use the eye that almost went into his nostrils to see the cracked skin on his body like a thousand cuts, and there was still dirty gray-black pus left in the wound.

Heavy pollution like this is difficult to get rid of completely...... It takes a lot of spiritual powers......

Zheng Qingming struggled to prop himself up, held on to the windowsill, and staggered to his feet.

It was only then that he saw what he saw outside the window—the ground littered with broken corpses and wandering blood-red contaminants.

Polluted.

It's all contaminated.

The gods found him, but His prayers were widespread, just as humans never cared if there were other innocent mosquitoes under their hands when they killed the mosquito that had bitten them.

At that moment, almost all the people in the entire Haicheng headquarters heard the song of the god Emperor Jiang.

And most of them didn't have Zheng Qingming's good luck, so they all died, became them, and became monsters who could only sing the praises of the gods.

Agents, guards, researchers, cooks, drivers, and cleaners are all unable to resist and cannot escape this fate—just like the Northwest Base that was erased in an instant.

Their temptation succeeded, but it also failed.

They succeeded in knowing how the gods would react in the face of a surprise attack.

They also knew what kind of irresistible monster the gods were to humans.

(End of chapter)