Chapter 57 Secondary Charge

Larger than a satellite, larger than a starship orbit.

The monster that occupied the entire sky stretched out its tentacles. Those sticky, golden tentacles grew numerous round, huge eyeballs, looking straight down at this galaxy that looked like an ant nest, looking down at those warships and military vessels that were not even as big as one of its tentacles. The giant tentacle

monster that seemed to swallow up the planet and the universe, with dense and sharp teeth suddenly opened inside its tentacles.

The bloody mouth that was like a spiral of the abyss slowly opened, blocking the last ray of skylight in the M31 galaxy, and in an instant the day seemed to fall into the deepest night.

What a scene that was.

In the deepest and most fearful nightmares of mankind, such a fantasy has probably never appeared.

Looking down from the sky, the golden, soft, and ferocious octopus embraced the entire vast and tiny galaxy like a pearl, and its skin was torn to reveal its mouth hidden under its body.

The signal radar was completely cut off, and the water and electricity facilities were all destroyed. Under the surge of strong divine power, human civilization was like a ball tied to a thin line, and it was crushed and scratched in an instant.

The drones fell from the sky, shaking and trembling as if the world was about to end. The warship was instantly plunged into darkness and nothingness, and the power of the main control panel collapsed.

Screams were heard everywhere, and unspeakable despair began to spread with fear. The researchers stumbled to the window, pressed their eyes against the glass, and looked at the bloody mouth approaching from the sky.

The torn mouth hidden under the tentacles became clearer and clearer, so clear that one could even see the spiral teeth of lampreys wriggling around.

The whole sky was shrouded in such a scene, and the planet was now as fragile as a turtle in a jar.

".....Report!! Report!!!"

"Hit by unknown wave!! Energy transmission stopped!"

"Return home immediately! No more forwarding!"

The lights inside the flying ship sent by the black market star field, which had just connected Guan Buhui to the cabin, were all extinguished in an instant, replaced by a piercing alarm mixed with red light, and the panicked and chaotic commands of the well-trained pilots in the cockpit. The airship

that had just taken off was shaking, and the backup power supply was running at an overload. The pink and purple little parrot's pupils were infinitely dilated, looking at the approaching sharp teeth in the sky above his head.

"Oh my God." He even forgot the despair at the end of the world, and murmured a trance sigh.

The red and gold tentacles and huge mouths covered the entire galaxy, and the strong pollution waves seemed meaningless at this moment. After all, who would care whether their sanity was sound before becoming a meal for a cosmic monster?

It was at this moment that Guan Buhui so clearly felt the gap between humans and gods.

If even the "false gods" have such earth-shaking power, how could the real gods be...

The familiar but blurred face appeared in his mind again, as if everything about Fu Jiao had been dug out, and all that was left were the pair of brilliant, golden eyes filled with countless fragments of light illusions, as if they were photosensitive, and carried a mineral-like luster that was incompatible with living things.

Where is God?

Guan Buhui thought in an instant: Where is God?

......

At the same time, on the ruins of the collapsed highest rooftop, the lynx looked at the huge mouth that was approaching and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

She closed her eyes and stopped looking at the doomsday-like hopeless and magnificent scene, but let her thoughts sink into the dying, vast ocean of pain like a drowning person.

Haha, this time it's over.

It doesn't matter, the lynx knew that she should have died that night seven thousand years ago.

Every extra second she lives now is an account saved from the hands of God.

In the Wasteland Civilization, an era when ordinary people could not even get enough food, the lynx, like many subspecies cubs, was a burden abandoned by their families. There is no life in the vast wasteland and dilapidated urban areas. The roadside stalls sell black meat and clear water that is still turbid after layers of filtration. Exquisite food and sweet water are only available to the superior subspecies. Under such living conditions, the abandoned cubs are lucky to survive for half a day.

But in this way, the lynx survived.

Not only did she survive, she also organized those orphans and vulnerable subspecies cubs who were also abandoned, and they gathered together for warmth and spent the difficult acid rain and winter together. Even

if they are looked down upon and no matter how undignified they are, they can always barely maintain their lives.

And for people like them, being able to survive is already the greatest miracle.

She had lived with countless younger children under a shed made of simple waterproof plastic sheets, watching the dark sky. Human forms were too fragile to resist the cold, so they turned back into a bunch of furry cubs, huddled together to keep warm.

Everyone's stomach was empty, and they couldn't go out to search for things on rainy days. The only lynx who could read told them the dreamy fairy tales on the tables of the upper class.

Garlic mashed potatoes with crispy bread, sizzling steaks topped with brown cheese, and sweet hot cocoa that would warm you up, or cocktails to relieve your greasiness.

"That's great," the shivering companion sniffed and whispered, "Will we be able to eat it in the future?"

"Yes," the lynx vowed, "We will all be able to eat it, for sure."

But in fact, this cold rain brought the inevitable flu and plague during the season change. As a cat, the lynx has a high immunity because she runs around and fights all day, but her companions are not so lucky.

The cubs fell ill one after another, even their lips were stained pale, and their lips were dry and cracked from burning. They struggled and sobbed for water and warmth, but the lynx could only give them muddy water and thin torn bags as bedding.

In fact, she knew very well that in the wasteland era, these pitiful cubs at the bottom of the food chain would have only one ending if they got sick.

"But I don't want to die."

Her companion curled up in her arms and sobbed, her hoarse voice seemed to be burned and cut, and she couldn't even cry out of tune: "Why are we abandoned at birth? Why do we have to live like this... I don't want to die."

Lynx didn't remember what happened later, let alone how it happened.

She only remembered that she cried as she hugged her companion's increasingly weak breathing. She was too young at that time to carry so many patients through the long cold night. It was as if as soon as the first light of dawn fell, all the cubs who had been huddled together beside her would turn into foam, just like the little mermaid in the old fairy tale.

Then, God appeared beside her so suddenly and without warning.

A snow-white hand that seemed to be weightless was placed on her shoulder.

The dress of the Supreme God was so shiny that it seemed to illuminate this small piece of darkness, and a golden crown was suspended behind his white hair. It was simply not like a being that would appear in such a dirty and chaotic place. The pair of gilded pupils silently swept over the sick cubs in the shed, and finally fell on the lynx.

"I heard you," the Supreme God laughed, "Your wish is a little greedy. You want everyone here to be cured and live?"

"But, although it's a little greedy, I can still do it."

The lynx slowly opened her emerald cat eyes and watched the pure white god leaning down, holding her hand, and shaking it up and down.

"What price can you pay?" The god asked.

Price.

Compared to the gift given by the gods, it was more like a question that some evil devil would ask.

Would an angel squat down and ask others what price they can pay?

Lynx didn't know.

But she seemed to have no other choice.

Even if it was a demon, it would have to come for something from her, right? What else did she have now, except this miserable life?

After a brief silence, Lynx heard her hoarse voice, as if she had been crying for days, trembling and resounding: "Everything. Everything I can give."

"..."

The blood that flowed from her forehead dripped into her eyes and then into her mouth. The fishy, ​​cold taste stimulated her to wake up for a short second.

Lynx curled up slightly, opened her eyes again, and looked at the roaring eyeball tentacles and chaos that enveloped the entire sky.

The false god seemed to be planning to swallow the entire galaxy into his stomach.

Just like the sun-eating celestial dog in the ancient Eastern mythology, it never knows how to be satisfied and never stops.

The impact created by the gods cannot be changed, which means that once the M31 galaxy is devoured, this star field will no longer exist in the entire universe.

Along with all the people and warships in the star field, including her and the task force members. Innocent or not, they will completely disappear, and their existence will be annihilated. Her

body temperature dropped rapidly due to excessive blood loss. There seemed to be another sense in the cold and pain, as if it was a flame or comet rising against the icy sea, burning.

The skin on her wrists was burned to boiling hot, just like the temperature in her companion's arms on the night when the gods found her.

In the chaos, she heard the echo of the past again in her ears, peaceful and calm.

"Do you still want to live? Do you still want everyone to live?"

"What price can you pay?"

"Everything."

The lynx did not hesitate at all. His lips, pale from excessive blood loss, trembled and squirmed, and he uttered a silent prayer that was no different from his old self.

"Everything I can give."

The god smiled.

The sound echoing in my ears was like the resonance of the eardrum, rumbling in the doomsday, mixed with a slight, gentle laugh, coming from very far and very near.

"Just kidding," said the Supreme God, "I never charge twice."