240 God's Descent (VIII)

◎Together forever◎

Blood-red tentacles squirmed and rushed into the sky, hard scales grew on the surface, and the huge force tore the steel dome apart. The fortress built by humans was like a toy of God in front of Him.

The first layer was pushed open, and the second layer was pushed open.

[The second-level steel dome is damaged...]

[The third-level steel dome is damaged...]

[Outer combat forces are preparing for cleansing...]

Prometheus's announcement seemed ruthless at this moment, his cold voice echoing across the battlefield.

Outside the last level of the wall, the muzzle of the floating airship was opened. As long as the last layer was broken through, the Kingdom of God would truly join the war.

The people on the ground had their necks broken and their limbs twisted in an instant, and died in the blink of an eye.

Someone was holding his head, opening his mouth, with tentacles wriggling in his mouth. He had been assimilated by the pollutants and would soon become part of the polluted area.

Inside the wall, there was a banging sound coming from the heavy iron door of the first anti-pollution refuge fortress. As the most solid building in Area 103, a large number of civilians gathered inside. They would do anything to get a pass to the refuge fortress. Some even abandoned their wives and children just to enter the refuge fortress, but it was meaningless now.

The end of the world has come, and the only difference between them is whether they die early or late.

The civilians in the refuge fortress wore protective clothing and had no need to write a will. As consumables of this world, like wood that would eventually burn, their wills were meaningless.

Bang——

The tentacles pushed open the gate of the protective fortress and were about to sweep away everything.

Outside the refuge fortress, there are combat personnel specifically responsible for the safety of civilians. They were originally the last line of defense, but after the underground pollutants fully grew, an electromagnetic storm swept in, the signal disappeared, the power system was disconnected, and drones fell one after another, like birds with broken wings.

They should have died as heroes, just as they had sworn when they chose this profession. "I will defend Area 103 to the death," they said. But when faced with immense terror, they could only stand dazed. The gap in strength was too great, and they had no way to resist.

There are twenty-six garbage mountains of all sizes in Area 103. Labao is hiding in the garbage room and cannot make any sound, so only a dull expression is shown on the screen.

Xuanqing is an absolute advocate of war and will fight to the death, but when he sees such a scene, he stops controlling the soldiers and asks them to evacuate the battlefield in time, as resistance is useless.

Hoven Creek's plan was unsuccessful.

The scene of Area 103 was transmitted to the Kingdom of God. Everyone was sitting around the conference table with clean water on the table. Some people got up to go to the toilet. They seemed to have just watched a movie. As an entertainment program, the story was not exciting enough.

"BE." Someone knocked on the table. Although this was expected, they thought that District 103 would resist for a longer time.

The resistance of the lower class is very worth watching. The sacrifice, dedication, and immortal human spirit that have been written since ancient times should be completed by the lower class. The people of God's kingdom will applaud their resistance.

"How boring," someone yawned, "Let's flatten it."

Some people left the conference room sporadically, just like the audience dispersed after a movie ended. The current stories of the lower class's resistance are too old-fashioned and not as exciting as the entertainment programs created by AI.

Huo Jinsheng sighed. In the entire District 103, she only cared about Huo Wenxi. Huo Wenxi had made the wrong choice, and Huo Jinsheng had warned him before.

Lu Yao loosened his tie, feeling a little disappointed for once. He had thought that the potential stock he had picked would give him a surprise, and it would be a good thing if District 103 won.

Liu Niannian's face was pale, and he clenched his fists on his knees, almost pinching himself to bleed, and he couldn't loosen them for a long time.

Lu Yao said softly, "We win no matter what."

Liu Niannian was unable to react to this sentence. There were constant footsteps around him, people talking loudly, and people coming in and out, which was completely different from the despair in Area 103.

Lu Yao noticed that Liu Niannian was in a bad mood and guessed that she might have lost a friend. He put his arm around her shoulders and said, "It's okay. The pollution won't spread to the Kingdom of God."

Next, the armed forces suspended outside Area 103 will clear the area. Even if the pollutant escapes by chance, it will have to break through the numerous defense lines to pollute the Kingdom of God. As I said before, the Kingdom of God is the safest.

Lu Yao's phone rang. He lowered his head to process documents when he suddenly heard a very soft sound.

"Yeah?"

Lu Yao looked up at Liu Niannian. His sister, who was as delicate as a doll, was just sitting quietly with her eyes lowered to cover her gaze. Her posture was very elegant. She looked like a well-behaved noble lady. Lu Yao was stunned for a moment, thinking that he must have heard it wrong.

Liu Niannian loosened her clenched fist, her fingers unfurling one by one. She looked down at her palm, which was faintly stained with blood. She asked herself, "Is it true? Will the pollution really not spread to the Kingdom of God?"

…

In an office, a plain old computer is displaying the battle situation in Area 103, and the detection images are continuously playing.

Prometheus's computing power is very powerful. At this time, it was logically organized, and after editing, it really looked like a movie.

This computer is too old. Its originally white body has now turned yellow. The other computer next to it is almost a piece of broken assembly.

Despite being old, the room was tidy inside. The documents on the desk were arranged like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. In the pen holder was a black fountain pen, emitting a cold metallic luster.

A woman in a white lab coat sat, revealing only her back. One of her hands rested on the table, her nails neatly trimmed. She spoke in a calm voice, "The Alpha series of experiments, also known as the Spark Project, were proposed by the first generation of researchers at Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals after the inception of the genetic screening program. They are a combination of pollutants and machinery, and their ultimate goal is to purify the world."

"There were 6,725 failures. Pollutants engulfed the machinery, and humans were unable to precisely control it, resulting in large-scale pollution. The most serious failure resulted in the deaths of 3,600 researchers at the experimental base."

"After three consecutive large-scale failures, humanity lost tens of thousands of cutting-edge researchers, and scientific research progress stagnated for six years. After weighing interests and a second round of voting, humanity saw no hope of success. The Alpha series was declared a failure, the laboratory was forced to close, and Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals shifted to a new research direction."

"After the experiment was shut down, some researchers continued to work on it, proposing new concepts. The difficulty with the experiment lay in achieving a balance between technology and pollutants. To minimize burden on the organism, improvements were made to reduce pollutant concentrations and slow down the system's computing speed, resulting in a defective state that required reactivation to reach full form."

Her emotionless statement paused, and the scene of Area 103 on the screen was reflected in her pupils. Flames shot up into the sky, and tall buildings were easily destroyed when the tentacles fell.

This is not the first time that humans have fought against pollutants. Similar things have happened countless times, and they have experienced enough failures.

The woman looked down at her watch. It was also very old, in the shape of a small square. Hundreds of years had passed since humans invented clocks. Compared to high technology, clocks were very simple technology, but she preferred simple machinery.

The second hand on the green dial rotates, and each movement makes a subtle sound, like a death knell.

If the images broadcast by Prometheus were not delayed, three minutes would have passed since Zhu Ning's heart was destroyed by the tentacles. The image could not be viewed in depth, and her life or death would be unknown.

"Activation status of Subject Alpha Series 0999," the woman continued, "Unknown."

…

Zhu Ning's heart was destroyed.

The moment the tentacles penetrated her, her skin hardened and covered her entire body, as if she was wearing a crystal armor.

Her heart was made of flesh and blood, and it contracted like an ordinary human's heart when it beat. Now only a circle of flesh remained around the edge of her heart, and the core had been dug out.

The tentacles continued to wriggle after penetrating her, pushing the hole in her chest wider.

Zhu Ning's eyes lost focus. The ocean-blue data stream failed to restart after several attempts. The mechanical part of her had stopped functioning.

The entire underground was hollowed out, and Zhu Ning was pulled downward by the force of the tentacles, as if falling into the deep sea.

The black slime squirmed and gently wrapped around her. Zhu Ning was approaching death, but the black slime did not take the opportunity to devour her.

There was a black cube in her brain. Zhu Ning had seen another defective brain at the company. It had a layer of black substance on the outside and mechanical gears inside. After it broke, her number would be displayed on the parts inside.

Zhu Ning didn't have time to look at his number.

She kept sinking, weaving through the disgusting tentacles. When her life force was completely exhausted and her skin hardened and failed, she would be crushed into a bloody mist.

Many figures appeared in front of Zhu Ning, including the pollution sources in the polluted areas she had visited. Each of them looked at her gently.

Xu Meng and Song Zhizhang were also there. A large number of contaminated spores were flying in the pure white space, reflecting a blood-red color. The contaminated spores here were not scary, but more like some kind of spiritual creatures.

After death, people will meet in another place. Xu Meng probably won't say anything accusing. At most, he'll give her a hug, and the captain will say, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Zhizhang would probably look at her with a smile and ask, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"

Zhu Ning really wanted to stop. She had tried her best and had never been lazy. She ran forward with all her might every time. She asked herself if she had ever let anyone down. She had fulfilled the expectations of Huo Wenxi and the first generation Zhu Ning.

Huo Wenxi said that she didn't need to succeed, it didn't matter, they had agreed that the survival of District 103 was not her responsibility.

Can she rest?

Zhu Ning walked towards Song Zhizhang and Xu Meng, hoping to be accepted by her companions, but she stopped in her tracks.

"Zhu Ning."

Someone was calling her, and a white figure appeared not far away. She was wearing a white windbreaker, like a white coat. Her appearance was always clean and tidy, and there was never a stain on her collar.

Zhu Ning couldn't see her face clearly. Her features were blurred, as if covered by a layer of fog. The woman squatted down, opened her arms and said, "Zhu Ning, come here."

When Zhu Ning was very young, Zhu Yao would come to pick her up. She would always squat and say, "Zhu Ning, come here. Stop playing. It's time to go home."

Little Zhu Ning would run towards her with all his might, and every time Zhu Ning ran towards her, it was like a long-awaited reunion.

Children trust humans unconditionally and try their best every time, because in the children's world, there is no specific concept of time. They can't tell the difference between yesterday and tomorrow, and every day is today.

Zhu Ning ran towards Zhu Yao, and Zhu Yao picked her up. Zhu Ning put her chin on her shoulder and could smell a faint smell of disinfectant. She always had a faint smell of hospital.

Zhu Ningchao shouted loudly: "Mom!"

Zhu Yao was so tickled by her that she wanted to laugh, "What for?"

Zhu Ning shouted even louder: "Mom!"

Zhu Yao disliked her noise and thought she was a mama's boy, so she said, "Keep your voice down."

She told Zhu Ning to speak more quietly, but her voice was very gentle. Zhu Ning did not hear any blame, but felt it was infinite love. She could tolerate everything about her, failure, success, accusation, pain. As long as she was held like this, everything could be smoothed out.

Zhu Ning hugged Zhu Yao's neck and whispered, "I'll scream, I want to be with you forever, forever and ever."

Zhu Yao laughed: "Who did you learn this from?"

Zhu Yao carried Zhu Ning away, and the two chatted about some nonsense. No matter how childish Zhu Ning's remarks were, Zhu Yao would respond. Zhu Yao felt that she was annoying, but she did not interrupt her, and always asked questions according to her remarks.

Zhu Ning's heart was gone, but she felt no pain. It was as if someone was hugging her. It was the safest embrace in the world. She smelled a faint scent of disinfectant and Zhu Yao's breath.

A large amount of black mucus surged and climbed along the direction of the tentacles, climbing and climbing again, but it was still insignificant and inconspicuous.

Black lines appeared around me, becoming more and more numerous and denser.

It's like a drop of ink dropped into a glass of boiled water, the ink continues to pollute.

Click——

Zhu Ning felt as if an invisible switch in his brain was turned on. The cube was like a constantly rotating Rubik's Cube, and black mucus formed on the surface. From this, the entire cube was restructured.

The gears turned rapidly, the internal pollutants squirmed faster, and a clattering mechanical sound came from my mind.

The tentacle that pierced Zhu Ning's chest was originally moving forward, but now it froze, as if it was stuck by something, and part of the tentacle was actually being absorbed.

The awakened pollutant was a little puzzled. He had the IQ of a child, and the entire Area 103 was just a playground. Now a small part of his body was devoured. It was a completely unfamiliar feeling, not even impressive enough, like being bitten by a tiny mosquito.

But after biting it, it didn't let go, and the little human actually started to devour it in reverse.

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