"Attack ineffective? How could this be?"
Watching the overwhelming flames raised by the missiles filling the sky, yet unable to harm that hideous, terrifying monster in the slightest, the As Mountain Command Center fell silent for several seconds before instantly erupting into chaos.
"Reality distortion—this, this is a God-level Anomaly!"
"This containment incident has been upgraded to Doomsday HK Suppress God-level! Destruction Level raised to LK Localized Crisis!"
"As Mountain requests O5 Council intervention."
"Immediately evacuate all civilians within two hundred kilometers and implement restricted-entry controls."
As a Secondary Command Center established to counter the spread of anomalous memes, As Mountain immediately took over frontline command after the Primary Mobile Satellite Command Center lost control.
Therefore, after discovering the God of Abundance's true body, the As Mountain Command Center decisively exercised its highest authority and implemented conventional maximum-firepower suppression.
But the result left everyone bitterly disappointed!
And even more terrified!
One high-explosive missile after another struck the target with precision. In an instant, the impact points melted, the earth cracked, and rolling shock waves carried the flames into the sky, setting half the heavens ablaze.
It was practically a scene from an artificial Hell!
Yet within that flaming Hell, the indescribable monster remained completely unmoved.
How could As Mountain not be horrified?
At that moment, every member of As Mountain felt as if they had fallen into an icy abyss. Bone-chilling cold rose from the depths of each person's heart.
The crisis before them had completely exceeded the level they could handle.
The highest-level contingency plan was activated immediately!
As Mountain began applying for intervention from the Foundation's highest authority, the O5 Council. They took responsibility for logistical work, beginning the evacuation of civilians and sealing off the anomalous area.
"Arthur, h-he, what is he doing?"
Amid the extreme tension and panic, a cry of alarm drew countless people's attention.
No!
It should be said that the first syllable transmitted through the surveillance system was like an anomalous meme. It bypassed the Secondary Command Center's meme filters, appeared on the command hall's screens, and echoed in everyone's hearts!
Everyone instinctively looked toward the sound.
They saw the several miniature cameras carried by Ji Zijun clearly capture the scene of Arthur suddenly beginning to chant a mysterious spell.
The syllables were so awkward and obscure.
They sounded completely unlike anything the human vocal organs could produce, yet they contained a power that made people tremble!
It disturbed the world and distorted reality.
When it rang out, it seemed that only his chanting remained between Heaven and Earth. Every living creature could do nothing but tremble in fear, prostrate itself on the ground, and bow its head to listen.
"Is h-he chanting a magic spell?"
One commander could not help murmuring.
No one answered his question.
Because Arthur had already finished chanting. He raised his head and stared straight at the rotting-flesh tentacles blotting out the sky, madness flickering across his face.
"Oh my God, what is that?!"
Countless people in the As Mountain Command Center stared in horror at the large indoor screen. Everyone was stunned by the sudden, terrifying sight.
Behind Arthur, endless space began to warp.
It was an endless whiteness, like intense light that had crossed the stars and reached another dimension, filling the heavens!
No!
That wasn't right!
Pity our poor human senses!
That was not light!
It was a gigantic, deathly pale iceberg.
In an inconceivable manner beyond scientific reason, it violently smashed through the world barrier and forced its way into this dimension, revealing only the tip of the iceberg.
Perched upon that tip was an indescribable white behemoth. It was swollen, obese, and layered, like thick masses of fat that did not melt even atop the ice.
When the iceberg crashed into the world, this corner of the world turned white.
Absolute cold froze everything within a radius of over a hundred miles, whether the artificial Hellfire or the displaced, distorted spacetime.
At last, the comfortable environment allowed the great White Worm Rulimshakolos to stretch its body.
It rose from the iceberg.
The Old Ones, whose existence could not be measured even on the human scale of time, appeared in a corner of this universe in a manner that rational thought could not look upon directly.
It was so perfect. Its unified body swelled with endless divine radiance. Even spacetime could not bear its existence; it shattered amid dislocation and overlapped amid the fragments.
On its blurred, round face, bead after bead of blood shaped like eyeballs continuously welled from its sockets, burst, and dripped down, reflecting the greedy believer who had called its name and yearned for magical power.
But that greedy believer could no longer arouse the slightest interest in it.
Within each dripping bead of blood, images of the Holy Filth Fool King's Verdant Form rolled and flickered.
Ah, that was the offspring carrying the bloodline of the great "Black Goat of the Woods that Gives Birth to Myriad Descendants," the "Supreme Mother God." Those goat-like pupils were the clearest sign.
No, no, no!
How could the great Supreme Mother God give birth to such filthy, lowly food?
Food?
"Shriek—"
Hunger made the White Worm abandon its pitiful, magic-hungry greedy believer.
It opened its hungry, toothless, tongueless maw, left the Great Iceberg Igirz that had carried it across the stars, and lunged to bite the Holy Filth Fool King.
"Roar—"
The Holy Filth Fool King frantically pulled out endless rotting-flesh tentacles and thrust them toward the White Worm. Its twisted, spiraling body rose from the ground, trying to flee into the stars.
But the deathly pale cold that froze all things sealed off every avenue of escape.
It could only roar furiously and lash out with its viscous rotting-flesh tentacles, like a pitiful yet cunning octopus from the deep sea, confronting the greedy shark from the abyssal depths.
This was a war that a fragile lamb could neither perceive nor understand.
Humanity's pitiful, cheap sensory organs could capture only a terrifying glimpse of the battle. Yet even that terrifying glimpse was enough to drive the fragile human mind into hysterical madness!
Still, those fragmented glimpses were enough for rational creatures like humans to piece together the outcome of the war.
Heh, perhaps this was the only value the fragile lambs possessed.
Amid the heart-rending, inaudible and invisible shrieks;
Amid indescribable distortions and thrashing;
Amid the widespread splattering of rotting flesh, mucus, ice, and blood;
The great White Worm Rulimshakolos used the toothless, tongueless maw at the center of its round face to bite down on the Verdant Form, then returned to its divine kingdom's throne—the Great Iceberg Igirz—and went back to the stars.
Heaven and Earth returned to tranquility in an instant.
It happened so abruptly that every rational creature found it difficult to adapt.
—Those greedy lambs still wanted to bathe in more divine radiance, even as they descended into madness and delirium.
Darkness once again enveloped the world!
Only one candle flame swayed in the endless white snowfield, keeping watch and supporting a flower of hope.
Yet Ji Zijun's flower of hope had already withered and faded.
Even with the candle flame shielding her, directly facing the faith-based submission brought by two indescribable and unseeable Old Ones still twisted her mind and muddled her senses.
The White Worm's alteration of the environment was also corroding her fragile flesh and soul.
If not for the candlelight, she would have long since become a worthless ice sculpture.
But even so, her fragile body could not hold out for much longer.
Her blood began to solidify, ice flowers crystallized across her skin, her soul sank into sluggishness, and even her spirit body began to disperse.
"Am I going to die?"
"Perhaps I should make a will."
The last spark of thought flickered weakly. Ice flowers climbed over her ink-black pupils, reflecting a blurred, abstract figure.
It was Arthur!
He half-crouched and reached out, gently touching her forehead.
Memes have a relatively complicated definition. In this book, the term refers to information particles in the narrow sense. In this book's worldview, the spread of anomalous memes can be crudely understood as anomalous phenomena triggered through the transmission of information, including direct perception by the five senses, descriptions and mentions, knowledge of them, and so on. Disease Deceiver's "knowing is invalid" is itself a type of anomalous meme.
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