Madness and Lunacy

On the pitch-black car window, a faint candlelight shone through, illuminating the terrified faces of Willard's colleagues.

It also illuminated the indescribable, unnamable, horrifying scene of the apocalypse!

Willard's colleagues only glanced at it through the window before their faces contorted in terror, their insides collapsing, their souls departing their bodies, driving them to near madness.

"I... I saw it, I, I saw the great God of Abundance, the Form of Verdancy!!!"

He muttered and babbled, like a penitent kneeling at a grave, confessing to the dead.

Willard instinctively looked at the monitor. The moment his gaze landed, all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his heart, suffocating him, swelling him up.

Good heavens, God above, what kind of existence was that?!

Underneath the sticky, pitch-black night sky, at the end of the country road, a faint candlelight drifted over, like the phosphorescence of the dead.

The dim yellow candlelight illuminated the path ahead, and also illuminated the world, casting a layer of yellow radiance over the entire heavens and earth!

The unnamable God of Abundance, the Form of Verdancy, finally revealed its swollen, massive, and rotten body under the halo of the candlelight.

That indescribably massive body was larger than any ancient tree, like countless parasitic vines entwined around the villa, twisting, spiraling, and growing upwards, spreading countless fleshy limbs and tentacles in all directions.

Primordial protoplasm flowed on its surface, faintly shimmering with a holy and filthy light. That wasn't a faint light; those were countless horizontal sheep pupils.

Pus-filled sores, like sheep pupils, constantly squeezed out from its surface and decomposed into pus, flowing all over its body.

It exuded a nauseating stench that provoked ghosts and angered gods.

That was the souls of the ignorant sheep, greedily offering their flesh and blood to the Holy Filth Fool King's glory, fermented into nitre!

Leaving the embrace of the earth, embracing the warriors of the Holy Lord, they hung densely in the sky like cocoons.

The great God of Abundance, the Form of Verdancy, bestowed a merciful gaze upon them.

Its greedy, holy, and glorious believers, yearning for blessings, carried crystal lanterns and traversed the endless darkness to reach its side.

"Plop, plop, plop!"

The Holy Lord's Touch, spanning the firmament, wove a sky-obscuring Holy Sanctuary in the vast expanse. Countless sheep pupils squeezed out, staring at the greedy believers slowly walking towards the Holy Lord.

"You will uphold Your name and receive the Holy Lord's salvation."

Oh, beside the greedy believers, there was also a bold and presumptuous maggot.

Listen, bathed in holy grace, she dared to be presumptuous, her face full of fear. Under the Holy Lord's protection, what was she afraid of?

Look, her heart pounded like a drum, she was timid as a mouse, her soul roared and struggled, wanting to embrace the Holy Lord.

What was her fragile shell still holding onto?

Oh, her ignorant shell was still clinging to a pathetic self.

Ji Zijun looked up at the surrounding sky with a pale, stiff face. The stars filled the sky; they were pus-filled sheep pupils.

This bizarre and blasphemous scene shocked her, broke her, and filled her with terror!

When she saw the inverted scene filling the sky, she should have retreated.

But for some reason, the darkness outside the candlelight's embrace terrified her, making her afraid to touch or disturb it.

She could only follow Arthur's footsteps, step by step, deeper into this magnificent and terrifying illusion that carried the world's unimaginable rottenness.

Her fingers tightly gripped the firearm hidden in her clothes, the cold metal offering her a sliver of false comfort.

She was unfortunate.

The Foundation executives who spied on the Holy Lord's glory through the surveillance on her were also unfortunate.

Because the candlelight prevented them from glimpsing the Holy Lord's essence, they could only see a mere fraction of the Holy Lord's divine light. They still lingered among the lost sheep, destined to become rotten flesh for fermented nitre souls.

Poor them, they didn't even realize their misfortune, openly provoking the Holy Lord.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sticky, ink-like night sky suddenly lit up.

Ji Zijun looked up in astonishment, seeing missiles, like monstrous infants born from vengeful mothers, trailing flames of retribution, bombarding the Sanctuary.

"Boom—"

"Rumble—"

Blinding firelight exploded and burned in the sky above the Sanctuary, stirring up monstrous flames that illuminated the world.

The dazzling light even cast a scarlet hue upon the candlelight.

In the monstrous flames, the Holy Lord stood still, His rotten tentacles drifting in the sky, bestowing a merciful gaze upon all beings.

Heh, lost sheep!

Their torches couldn't even reach the Holy Lord's misplaced spacetime!

[Damn it, how could this happen?]

[Only anomalies can deal with anomalies.]

[Activate the highest contingency plan for the Level 2 command center!]

"It's over, it's over!"

Confused shouts from the command center echoed in Ji Zijun's headset.

—The raging flames and the flesh that blotted out the sky had corrupted and desecrated their reason, which they called science.

Ji Zijun stared blankly at the mushroom clouds blooming like explosions, as if watching a silent film she had no part in. She could only stumble along beside Arthur.

At this moment, Arthur advanced with a blank expression, fulfilling his promise to "pay respects."

"Arthur!"

Ji Zijun tried calling out. She didn't know what else to do, it was just an instinctive cry.

There was no response.

Darkness, however, began to descend.

Ji Zijun looked up in shock, seeing a long, narrow tentacle of decaying flesh, intermittently bulging with sheep pupils before disintegrating, falling down.

Its target was none other than Arthur!

"Arthur—"

Ji Zijun screamed in terror.

Arthur, however, spread his arms, his expression filled with a strange emotion, as he welcomed the grace of the Holy Filth Fool King.

It's over!

Ji Zijun collapsed onto the ground, her face deathly pale.

"Buzz—"

Just as the tentacle of decaying flesh was about to fall on Arthur's head, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from him, repelling the pus-dripping flesh into the darkness.

Terrified, Ji Zijun was stunned!

The Foundation's high-ranking officials observing this super-anomaly contact through her equipment were also stunned!

"Caw—"

A bizarre sound, indescribable in words, suddenly echoed between heaven and earth. It was the roar of the Holy Filth Fool King!

It smelled a kindred spirit.

This drove it to even greater madness.

"Splat! Splat! Splat!"

A heavy rain began to fall from the sky, a Rain of Man-Corpse.

It retracted countless limbs dripping with primordial pus and surged towards Arthur. Looking up, the sky and surroundings were entirely filled with a bloody sea of decaying flesh.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The flesh struck the light surrounding Arthur, emitting a blasphemous sound that pierced the eardrums and churned the soul, causing dizziness.

"Gurgle..."

Ji Zijun could no longer bear it. She curled up on the ground, clutching her head, making unconscious gurgling sounds.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she suddenly found Arthur's expression becoming more animated.

"Snap!"

In a displaced time-space that Ji Zijun could not perceive, the thin kite string tethering Ning Xiuyuan was quietly severed by the light.

Ning Xiuyuan looked around blankly at the sea of blood and mountains of flesh. Having just escaped one abyss of despair, he had fallen into another.

The surrounding scenes of resentment that assaulted his mind caused Ning Xiuyuan's face, which had barely regained its color, to freeze once more.

His thoughts were almost solidified.

Fortunately, the Medal of Holy Sanctuary, a reward from the Church of Dawn, had blocked the heretic's attack and cleansed his frenzied soul!

But Ning Xiuyuan would have preferred to be driven mad at this moment.

Because this was undoubtedly a despair that mortal eyes were not meant to face.

"Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!"

The Holy Lord grew increasingly frantic, countless flesh tentacles wildly coiling around the light, squeezing, crushing, and lashing...

The light enveloping Ning Xiuyuan began to flicker, growing thinner and thinner.

"Pay respects?"

"Heh!"

Ning Xiuyuan felt the Dawn's Radiance within the Medal of Holy Sanctuary rapidly depleting. Recalling his previous nonsensical words, a trace of a tragic smile appeared on his face.

The smile vanished in an instant!

He suddenly raised his face, staring directly at the unnamable, soul-boiling, distorting existence, and recited a passage in the obscure and only known Ilidheam language.

This was the prayer of the white worm!