Chapter 118 The Savior Knows Nothing

Tick, tick.

A dark green, turbid liquid flowed down the pipe walls, emitting an ominous odor. The group sat staggering in the enclosed space, suffocating but afraid to breathe deeply.

The boundary between the Human Soul Front and the Church of Light is no longer clear.

People wearing various strange objects and those wearing standard protective clothing huddled together, using handshakes and whispered conversations to calm their nerves, carefully observing each other's reactions to avoid being killed by their alienated companions at the last moment.

Click.

“That won’t work.”

Brush.

"This one won't work either."

The low voices of Uncle Wolf and Lin Lang echoed in the cramped space.

The poisonous water surged up little by little. They grabbed the bulges on the wall of the pipe to expose the wound to the water surface, and picked up one detoxifying magic item after another to exchange. Their meticulous movements seemed as if they were praying for a miracle.

it's useless.

The atmosphere is growing increasingly desperate: the longer time passes, the slimmer the chances of rescue become, and the countdown for the Church will not stop.

Moreover, none of the numerous strange objects, large and small, from different sources, were effective, which indirectly verified the concept of "power".

Even though this power is still somewhat inferior to that of the gods in mythology, it is far greater than the power that an individual human can control.

"ha......"

The chestnut-haired girl, pinned to the pipe by a spiral spear, a twisted smile playing on her face. Green and blue liquids dripped from her sleeves and trouser legs, sizzling and boiling as they fell onto the ground.

Her face and limbs were torn apart by seven or eight weapons, the wounds splattered with living, devouring lava. Each of these wounds should have been fatal, yet an inexplicable force healed her wounds, restoring her skin to its original state.

If a less devout follower of the Chaos God saw this scene, they would likely convert immediately: "If we believe in creatures of the abyss, who wouldn't live to cling to a powerful figure?" Isn't this clearly a "miracle"? At least the effect of a high-level artifact. Believe it!

However, the people in the passage remained unmoved.

Whether it is the Church of Light or the elites of the human soul front, they are too familiar with the life of the abyss. Those behemoths can charge the believers at any time, temporarily faking an effect close to miracles in order to reap the spirit and soul of mankind.

Besides, this guy just mentioned power.

If there really is some power of plague or toxin, then using that power to extract their energy and feed it back to oneself is a very common ability conversion effect, nothing special.

clang~

Uncle Wolf flicked his right hand, discarding the last perfume-bottle-shaped oddity and yawning furrily. "Do you have any last words? Tell me. I have to finish dealing with her before I die. Yawn~"

“…It’s no use saying it out loud.” Lin Lang muttered twice, covered the ointment and put it back into his backpack.

"I'm curious."

"Alas."

Beep, beep, beep...

The Paster meters on everyone suddenly emitted a tone indicating a close frequency. This unusual frequency band was not due to abnormal fluctuations in the Paster value, but rather a large organization using a special artifact to transmit information to them.

This frequency specifically refers to the time delay within this range [explosion]

Also known as the "goodbye" band.

Uncle Wolf shook his neck, and his pink hair swayed with his head.

Huh~ He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing.

"Anyone want to run? If you do, don't waste time. Attack now. I will eliminate you in the quickest and most painless way possible. Consider it fate."

"Pfft." Lin Lang laughed in anger after hearing this, but she also touched her nose and agreed: "Okay~ Anyone want to try to kill my dad? I won't help either side~"

Uncle Wolf turned his head and patted his daughter's hair in surprise: "Hey, how about you go first? It's a great opportunity to fight with Dad with all your strength."

Lin Lang slapped his father's hand away in disgust. "Come on, it's like I didn't get beaten up as a kid. And... I agree with what you're doing."

The three words "I agree" were spoken lightly, but there was still confusion in Lin Lang's eyes.

Is this really the right thing to do?

Yes.

yes.

Her upbringing and her heart agreed, but her instinct for survival was aching. No, perhaps it wasn't the desire to survive, but rather—the unwillingness to accept.

Extremely strong unwillingness.

I left the Human Soul Front in order to survive, but after going around in circles I still agree with the purpose of the Soul Front the most. Then what are the points of my efforts during this period?

And—the human soul battle line will not succeed.

Until this moment, until she faced the approach of death, until she realized that she was so identified with the will of the Front, she still felt that the Front of Human Souls had no future.

Because she deeply understood this, she threw herself into the arms of the Church of Light, trying to let her burning bring a little meaningful light and heat.

So can the Church of Light really succeed?

She was willing to believe it, and she believed it.

But now a power with extremely high priority has appeared. Seeing the extremely diverse evolution, Lin Lang couldn't help but feel desperately confused: Could my "belief" be just an illusion caused by the combination of my wishes and my ignorance?

rustle.

Zheng Lu walked over at some point. Standing in the pool, she waved her communicator. "I can't reply right now, but Xiao'ai sent another text. She said the teacher wants everyone to gather in 20 minutes. If we don't see her... she'll come find us."

"Hurry up and tell her not to, ouch!"

Lin Lang slapped his forehead in frustration. Oh no, we have no signal here! What if Xiao'er runs over here and gets blown up by the church?

Their deaths were somewhat dignified.

After all, everyone present knew what path they were embarking on. Who would wade into such muddy water if they didn't have the belief to save humanity?

But Xiao'er was different, she knew nothing at all.

Lin Lang pursed her lips bitterly: Even if the church activates the extermination device, she will only look at the explosion and ask a brief question "why?"

【I don't want to see Xiao'ai become one of those who died in vain.】

I don't want to see you die here without knowing anything.

Even if I have witnessed countless deaths, even if it is ignorant happiness, I hope that you can at least live happily, because you are the only human being who can obtain this happiness.

She closed her eyes and the pure white and burning star flashed through her mind.

"Are you talking about Chen Xiao'er? Can she break through the church's blockade?"

Uncle Wolf rubbed his chin with interest. Ever since he last saw his daughter and Chen Xiao'er walking together, he had been asking for information about this special person.

The superpower of [Abnormal Nullification] sounds very powerful, and in ancient novels it can even become the signature superpower of the passionate protagonist.

Faced with ridiculously powerful and diverse anomalies, who wouldn't want to deliver a resounding "Nullifying Right Hook" and yell "Your abilities have no effect on me!"

However, such special abilities are not only rare and difficult to evolve, but are also generally accompanied by powerful side effects and useless triggering mechanisms, so their priority cannot be too high.

He had seen a person who claimed to have "abnormality neutralization" but ended up being able to only bully people with lower-level abnormalities.

The priority of abnormal abilities is one level higher than the other, and the higher-level concepts basically crush the lower-level concepts of the same type. I wonder to what extent the "abnormality invalidation" that this girl possesses can achieve.

Uncle Wolf patted the seal he had created and laughed heartily: "The level of my artifact is not high, just [Strong]. But the church has begun the countdown, and the seals deployed before the crackdown have priority-"

Ta-da, ta-da-da.

Wolf's ears twitched slightly, his knees bent, and in the next second his body whizzed deep into the pipe, blending into the shadows. This was an instinct he had accumulated through countless battles.

Click.

The footsteps stopped outside, and a girl's clear voice came from not far away: "Lin Lang—Lulu—where are you?"

"Here, here!" Zheng Lu quickly stood up, ran to the edge of the barrier, and shouted outside: "Can you push the door open and come in? It's locked from the outside!"

"Can you break the seal? There are two layers of blockade here."

"Yes~" The girl's voice was steady and peaceful. With a crisp click, the barrier built by the strange object fell apart.

Chen Xiao'er walked slowly into the pipe, stepping on the scattered light spots on the ground. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, blowing the radiation wind to both sides.

She easily penetrated layers of defense. Both the design of the human soul front and the sealing array developed by the Church of Light were equally ineffective at this moment.

[High] is the pinnacle of priority, or [Extremely High], or perhaps the legendary...

Uncle Wolf crouched on all fours in the shadows, and he couldn't help but recall what he had just said: power.

When this word is combined with the creatures of the abyss, it is close to "god", but what about combining this word with humans?

He had always scoffed at the followers of the Chaos Cult: it was naive for humans to tie their own survival to abnormal creatures and think that they could achieve "eternal life" by abandoning their bodies and souls.

But when he gazed at the girl's jet-black hair, he suddenly saw a bright halo. Was it the reflection of the black hair under the light, or... my illusion?

…

"Everyone, let's go! There are only 10 minutes left until the meeting time!"

Chen Xiao'er ran to Lin Lang and grabbed her friend's wrist.

Huh? There's some mud here too? She rubbed it away, gently rubbing the mud off Lin Lang's wheat-colored skin.

"Ah, wait a minute... we have to, eh?!"

Lin Lang looked down at his arm and his eyes widened instantly: the wound had completely healed, and there was no scar left where the blue and red had originally intertwined. Only the new skin of the alienated tissue remained.

What about the toxins spreading in the air? !

She quickly turned around and looked inside the pipe. The sticky green solution and the wriggling floating lines had all disappeared, and the colloid on everyone's body was also evaporating as Xiao'er approached.

The supernatural powers surged again, and the alienated tissues in everyone's body easily extended into new muscle tissue and skin.

"What first?"

I can't just sit there now. Chen Xiao'er continued to pull her roommate's arm and walked out. "Hurry up, hurry up, or the teacher will..."

Click.

A drop of water fell on my face, feeling cool.

Chen Xiao'er first lowered her head to look on the ground. The falling water droplets formed a dark circle, blending with the floor tiles in the passage.

Strange, is the ceiling leaking?

She raised her head and looked upwards—whoosh, whoosh.

A dark shadow fell heavily, pressing down on the top of the head.

"Be careful!" Lin Lang pulled hard, and Chen Xiao'er lost her balance. She was pulled by her friend and staggered two steps backward, just avoiding the falling objects.

whoosh.

A black shadow passed by her eyes, bringing with it a gust of wind. Then, with a "thud", it landed at her feet, making a dull thud and the sound of liquid flowing out.

What is that...?

An inexplicable sense of fear gripped her heart. Chen Xiao'er blinked, and the image on her retina gradually became clear. From some scattered small blocks, a large and clear piece was pieced together - a corpse.

The first thing that caught my eye was the girl's long chestnut hair. Her body was thrown into an imperfect spread-eagle position, with her limbs twisted and stretched in all directions, as if being pulled longer by ropes at the ends.

The girl's head was half broken and spread on the ground like a pile of smashed ice watermelon.

Her left eye and half of her face stubbornly flipped up, "looking" towards Chen Xiao'er, as if yelling at her: "It's all your fault!"

“…”

Gurgle.

Chen Xiao'er swallowed unconsciously, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Hey, Xiao'er!" Lin Lang quickly caught her limp body.

She was so anxious that she was sweating all over. She quickly looked at everyone for their opinions, but when she turned around, she was hit hard on the head by her own father.

"You're just looking for death! Carry her and run! This place is going to explode!"

Uncle Wolf took two steps, raised his finger, and drew a circle in the air. "First, hold her and run back and forth to clean out that poisonous power."

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