This World Is Seriously Ill

Sorcerer Supreme Strange clenched his steel teeth and supported the operation of the Three Sanctums with all his strength, sending a telepathic message for these cosmic refugees to pass through quickly.

With survival in sight, the refugees swarmed into short-range jumps and rushed through the three Star Worm Gates.

But at the same time, the two Void Gods watching from afar beyond the Solar System moved instantly.

Those eerie cracks used the Star Worm Gates Doctor Strange had raised as their focal point, spreading madly toward the surrounding Star Domains. A frenzied chaos storm swept across the deadlocked battlefield.

As a result, both the Void Creatures and the imperial forces were swallowed and dissolved by the almost tangible Gray Mist.

Under this mutually destructive assault, the Earth Allied Forces suffered heavy losses for a time, and several weak points appeared in their defensive line.

Yet Yog-Sothoth's order-overturning, spacetime-annihilating killing move was not the end of it. Nyarlathotep, skilled at manipulating hearts and creating chaos, also insidiously offered its "gift."

Waves of slick, clammy whispers suddenly rose, like swarms of invisible worms boring through flesh, tunneling into bone, and finally burrowing deep into the brains of Divine River Life, where they endlessly multiplied and churned.

Tyranny, fear, madness, despair—countless indescribable negative emotions crashed through the river of their hearts like landslides and tsunamis, raising monstrous waves.

The super soldiers immediately steadied their minds and drove away the whispers flooding their brains.

However, they had forgotten about the refugees pouring in.

Unlike these imperial elites with their high mental resistance, these exiles who had been driven here like homeless dogs had long become frightened birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

Facing the Void, they not only lacked the slightest will to resist, but their minds had already been pushed