The glow of candlelight seeped through the pitch-black car window, illuminating the terrified face of Willard's colleague.
It also illuminated the indescribable, ineffable horror of the apocalypse!
Willard's colleague merely pressed against the window and glanced outside, yet his face twisted in terror. His organs seemed to collapse, his soul flew from his body, and he nearly went mad.
"I... I saw it. I—I saw the great God of Abundance, Form of Verdancy!!!"
He muttered deliriously, like a penitent kneeling before a grave and confessing his sins to the dead.
Willard instinctively looked toward the surveillance feed. The instant his gaze arrived, all the blood in his body collapsed toward his heart, leaving him suffocating and swollen.
My God, God above, what in the world was that existence?!
Beneath a viscous black sky, a dim candle flame drifted from the end of the country road, resembling the phosphorescent fire of the dead.
The murky yellow flame illuminated the road ahead and the world beyond, coating the entire heaven and earth in a layer of yellow radiance!
The indescribable God of Abundance, Verdant Form, finally revealed its swollen, massive, and rotten body beneath the candlelight's halo.
That indescribably enormous body was larger than any ancient tree. It resembled countless parasitic vines wrapped around the villa, twisting and spiraling as they grew upward, spreading countless flesh-and-blood limbs and tentacles in every direction.
Protoplasmic flesh flowed across its surface, faintly glittering with a holy-filth radiance. But that was no radiance—it was a multitude of Horizontal-Pupiled Sheep Eyes.
The pus-covered sheep eyes bulged from its surface without end, then broke down into pus that flowed over its entire body.
It exuded a putrid stench that made ghosts jealous and gods loathe it, a stench that turned the stomach.
They were the souls of an ignorant flock of sheep, their flesh offered to the glory of the Holy Filth Fool King and boiled down into saltpeter!
Leaving the embrace of the earth and embracing the Holy Lord's warriors, they hung densely across the sky like chrysalises.
The great God of Abundance, Form of Verdancy, reached out and caressed them with pity.
Its ignorant believers, greedy for holy glory and yearning for blessings, carried Crystal Lanterns through the endless darkness until they reached its side.
"Pop, pop, pop!"
The Holy Lord's Touch stretched across the sky, weaving a sanctuary that blotted out the heavens and earth. Sheep eyes bulged forth one after another, staring at the greedy believers slowly approaching the Holy Lord.
He would bear Your name and receive the Holy Lord's salvation.
Oh, beside the greedy believer was also a presumptuous maggot.
Listen. Having bathed in holy grace, she was actually bold enough to wear fear across her face. 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 screaming and struggling as it tried to embrace the Holy Lord.
What was her fragile shell still clinging to?
Oh, her ignorant shell was still clinging to its pitiful self.
Ji Zijun stared blankly up at the surrounding sky, her face rigid and pale. Stars filled the heavens—but they were pus-filled sheep eyes.
This grotesque and blasphemous sight shocked her, shattered her, and filled her with panic!
When she saw that upside-down scene filling the sky, she should have retreated.
Yet for some unknown reason, the darkness beyond the candlelight terrified her. She did not dare touch it or disturb it.
She could only follow Arthur's footsteps, one step at a time, venturing deeper into this strangely beautiful fantasy that bore the world's unimaginable rotten horror.
Her fingers clutched the firearm hidden beneath her clothes. The cold metal barely offered her the slightest false comfort.
She was unfortunate.
The Foundation's higher-ups, who spied on the Holy Lord's glory through the surveillance device on her body, were unfortunate as well.
Because the candlelight prevented them from glimpsing the Holy Lord's essence, they could see only a fragment of its divine radiance. They still wandered among the bewildered flock, destined to become rotten flesh—the souls boiled down into saltpeter.
Pitiful as they were, they could not even sense their own misfortune as they openly challenged the Holy Lord.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The ink-thick night sky suddenly lit up.
Ji Zijun raised her head in astonishment. One missile after another, like evil infants born from vengeful ghost mothers, dragged flames of vengeance behind them as they slammed into the sanctuary.
"Boom—"
"Rumble—"
Blinding fire erupted and burned above the sanctuary, unleashing an overwhelming blaze that illuminated the world.
The dazzling light even dyed the candlelight crimson.
Amid that monstrous blaze, the Holy Lord remained motionless. Its rotten-flesh tentacles drifted across the sky as it looked down upon all living beings with pity.
Heh, lost lambs!
Their torches could not even touch the Holy Lord's dislocated spacetime!
Damn it, how could this be?
Only an anomaly could deal with an anomaly.
Activate the highest-level contingency protocol of the Secondary Command Center!
It's over, it's over!
Chaotic shouts from the command center came through Ji Zijun's earpiece.
—The blazing fire and the rotten flesh blotting out the heavens had already corrupted and profaned the rationality they called science.
Ji Zijun stared blankly as mushroom clouds erupted one after another, as if watching a silent film that had nothing to do with her. She could only stagger along after Arthur.
Arthur advanced expressionlessly, carrying out his words of audience.
"Arthur!"
Ji Zijun tried calling out to him. She did not know what she wanted to do; she simply called out on instinct.
There was no response.
Darkness, however, swept over them.
Ji Zijun looked up in shock and saw a long, narrow tentacle of rotten flesh descending. Sheep eyes periodically bulged from it, then broke down.
Its landing point was unmistakably Arthur!
"Arthur—"
Ji Zijun screamed in terror.
Arthur merely spread his arms, his expression filled with strange emotions as he welcomed the grace of the Holy Filth Fool King.
It was over!
Ji Zijun collapsed onto the ground, her face deathly pale.
"Bzz—"
Just as the rotten-flesh tentacle was about to land on Arthur's head, a dazzling light suddenly burst from his body, keeping the pus-dripping flesh outside the light.
Ji Zijun, terrified beyond measure, froze!
The Foundation's higher-ups, watching this super-anomalous contact through the instruments on her body, froze as well.
"Caw—"
A strange sound beyond the description of language suddenly echoed between heaven and earth. It was the roar of the Holy Filth Fool King!
It had caught the scent of its kind.
That made it even more frenzied.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Heavy rain suddenly began falling from the sky—but it was Rain of Man-Corpse.
It retracted countless limbs dripping with protoplasmic pus, then sent them surging madly toward Arthur. Looking around, the sky and the surroundings were completely filled with a sea of rotten flesh and blood.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The flesh lashed against the light surrounding Arthur, erupting with blasphemous sounds that pierced the eardrums and stirred the soul, leaving people dizzy and disoriented.
"Giggle..."
Ji Zijun could endure no more. She curled up on the ground, clutching her head as unconscious giggling escaped her mouth.
Whether it was an illusion or not, she suddenly felt that Arthur's expression had become more vivid.
"Snap!"
In the dislocated spacetime beyond Ji Zijun's hearing, the slender kite string tethering Ning Xiuyuan was silently severed by the light.
Ning Xiuyuan stared blankly at the surrounding sea of blood and mountains of flesh. He had only just escaped the depths of despair, yet he had fallen into another abyss.
The surrounding resentful and baleful sight, which shook the mind, caused Ning Xiuyuan's face—barely recovered from lifelessness—to stiffen once more.
His thoughts nearly froze.
Fortunately, the Medal of Holy Sanctuary granted by the Church of Dawn blocked the heretical attacks and cleansed his frenzied soul!
But Ning Xiuyuan would rather have fallen into madness at that moment.
Because this was despair that no mortal body and eyes could possibly withstand.
"Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!"
The Holy Lord grew increasingly frantic. Countless fleshly tentacles wound madly around the light, squeezing, crushing, and lashing at it...
The light shrouding Ning Xiuyuan began to shake, growing thinner and thinner.
"An audience?"
"Heh!"
Feeling the Dawn's Radiance in the Medal of Holy Sanctuary rapidly draining away, Ning Xiuyuan recalled his earlier mad words of audience, and a miserable smile appeared on his face.
The smile vanished in the blink of an eye!
He abruptly raised his face and looked straight at the indescribable existence that made souls boil and twist, then recited a passage of obscure Ilidheam language known only to him.
These were the White Worm's prayers!
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