Is he chanting a magic spell?

"Attacks are ineffective? How is this possible?"

Watching the sky-high flames from the barrage of missiles fail to harm the monstrous, terrifying creature in the slightest, the As Mountain Command Center, after a few seconds of silence, immediately erupted into chaos.

"Distorting reality, this… this is a God-level Anomaly!"

"This containment incident has been upgraded to Doomsday HK Suppress God-level! The Destruction Level has been raised to LK Localized Crisis!"

"As Mountain requests O5 Council intervention."

"Immediately evacuate all civilians within a two-hundred-kilometer radius and implement restricted access control."

As a Secondary Command Center established to combat memetic contagion, As Mountain immediately took over frontline command after the Primary Mobile Satellite Command Center lost control.

Therefore, upon discovering the true form of the God of Abundance, the As Mountain Command Center decisively utilized its highest authority to implement conventional maximum firepower suppression.

But the results left everyone deeply disappointed!

And even more terrified!

High-explosive missiles, one after another, accurately hit their targets. For a time, the impact points vitrified, the earth cracked, and surging shockwaves hurled flames into the sky, igniting half the heavens.

It was a scene of man-made hell!

Yet, within this fiery inferno, the unnamable monster remained motionless.

How could this not shock As Mountain?

At this moment, all members of As Mountain felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, a bone-chilling cold emanating from the heart of each member.

The crisis before them had completely surpassed their ability to handle.

The highest contingency plan was activated!

As Mountain began requesting the intervention of the Foundation's highest authority, the O5 Council, while they themselves took on the logistics work, beginning the evacuation of civilians and the sealing of the anomalous area.

"Arthur, what… what is he doing?"

Amidst the extreme tension and panic, a startled cry drew countless people's attention.

No!

It should be said, the first syllable transmitted by the monitor, like a memetic anomaly, bypassed the Secondary Command Center's memetic filtering and appeared on the command hall screen, resonating in everyone's minds!

Everyone subconsciously turned to look in the direction of the sound.

They saw that the miniature cameras carried by Ji Zijun clearly captured Arthur suddenly chanting a mysterious incantation.

The syllables were so awkward and obscure.

They sounded completely beyond the capacity of human vocal organs to produce, yet they contained a power that made one tremble!

It was disturbing the world, distorting reality.

When it sounded, it seemed as if only his chant remained between heaven and earth, and all living beings could only tremble, filled with fear, prostrate themselves, and listen in reverence.

"Is… is he chanting a magic spell?"

A commander couldn't help but murmur.

No one answered his question.

Because Arthur had finished chanting. He tilted his head back, staring directly at the sky-obscuring flesh tentacles above, his face flickering with madness.

"My God, what is that?!"

Countless people in the As Mountain Command Center stared in horror at the indoor big screen, all of them stunned by the sudden, terrifying spectacle.

They saw that behind Arthur, the endless space began to distort.

It was endless white, like a brilliant light, piercing through the stars, reaching across dimensions, filling the sky!

No!

That's not right!

Pity our crude human senses!

That is not light!

It is a pale and colossal iceberg.

With an incredible, scientifically inexplicable, and brute force, it smashed through the barriers of the world, squeezing into this dimension, revealing a tip of the iceberg.

On this tip of the iceberg, an unnamable white giant was coiled, swollen, corpulent, piled up like thick grease, not melting on the ice.

As the iceberg crashed into the world, this corner of the world turned white.

Absolute cold sealed off a hundred-mile radius, freezing everything, be it the man-made hellfire or the distorted spacetime.

The comfortable environment finally allowed the great white worm Rulimshakolos to stretch its body.

It rose from the iceberg.

The Old One, whose scale was beyond human measurement of time, appeared in a corner of the universe in a way that rational thought could not comprehend.

It was so perfect, its entire body radiating endless divine light, spacetime itself unable to contain its existence, shattering in distortion, and reassembling in fragmentation.

On its blurred, circular face, eyeball-like blood beads continuously welled up from its sockets, burst, and dripped down, reflecting the greedy Believers who called its name, yearning for magical power.

But this greedy believer no longer held even a shred of interest for It.

Within each dripping blood bead, the image of the Verdant Form of the Holy Filth Fool King churned.

Ah, these were the offspring that flowed with the bloodline of the great "Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young" and the "Supreme Mother God." The goat-like pupils were the most obvious characteristic.

No, no, no!

How could the great Supreme Mother God have birthed such filthy and inferior food?

Food?

"Creee—"

Hunger made the white worm abandon its pathetic, magic-craving believer.

It opened its great, toothless, tongueless maw, leaving the Great Iceberg Igirz that carried It across the stars, and lunged to bite at the Holy Filth Fool King.

"Roar—"

The Holy Filth Fool King madly drew forth its infinite flesh tentacles to resist the white worm, its twisted, spiraling body rising from the ground, attempting to escape into the stars.

But the pale, all-freezing cold had sealed all its escape routes.

It could only furiously roar and brandish its viscous flesh tentacles, like a pathetic yet cunning octopus from the deep sea, facing the greedy shark from the abyssal depths.

This was a war that a fragile lamb could neither comprehend nor understand.

Humanity's pathetic and cheap sensory organs could only capture a terrifying glimpse of the grand spectacle. Even this mere glimpse was enough to drive humanity's fragile minds into hysterical madness!

However, this fragmented glimpse was sufficient for rational beings like humans to piece together the outcome of the war.

Heh, perhaps this was the only value of the fragile lambs.

Amidst the heart-ripping, unseen, unheard roars;

In the unspeakable, twisted writhing;

In the vast swathes of flesh, slime, ice, and blood that rained down;

The great white worm, Rulimshakolos, with its toothless, tongeless maw at the center of its circular face, bit down on the Verdant Form and returned to its Divine Realm throne—the Great Iceberg Igirz, returning to the stars.

Heaven and earth returned to stillness in an instant.

It was so abrupt that all rational beings found it difficult to adapt.

—These greedy lambs still wished to bathe in more divine light, lost in their frenzy.

Darkness once again enveloped the world!

Only a single candlelight flickered in a vast expanse of white snow, watching, guarding, and supporting a flower of hope.

However, Ji Zijun's flower of hope had already withered and died.

Even with the candlelight as a barrier, facing the faith conversion brought about by two unnamable and unseeable Old Ones had already twisted her mind and muddied her senses.

The white worm's environmental modification was also eroding her fragile flesh and soul.

Were it not for the candlelight, she would have long ago turned into a worthless ice sculpture.

But even so, her fragile body could not hold on much longer.

Her blood began to solidify, frost bloomed on her skin, her soul fell into sluggishness, and even her spiritual consciousness began to dissipate.

"Am I going to die?"

"Perhaps, I should write my will."

The last spark of thought flickered weakly as frost climbed into her ink-black pupils, reflecting a blurry, abstract figure.

It was Arthur!

He half-crouched down, reaching out to gently touch her forehead.

[Memetics: The definition is rather complex. In this book, it refers to information particles in a narrow sense. In this world's view, anomalous memetic contagion can be crudely understood as abnormal phenomena caused by information transmission, including direct perception through the five senses, mentions in descriptions, knowledge acquisition, etc. The Disease Deceiver's 'knowing it renders it invalid' is a type of anomalous memetic effect.]

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