Chen Shouyi gripped the hilt of his sword and said coldly,
"Don't dress it up as something noble. You're just a bunch of lunatics who dream of becoming gods."
He remembered it all too clearly. If he hadn't been strong enough back then, they would have dragged him into a laboratory. Even if he hadn't died, he would have been worse off than dead. He continued, "As for the barbarians' gods, humanity has already killed plenty of them!"
"With nuclear weapons? Don't fool yourself!" The mysterious man didn't seem to mind being called a lunatic. He sneered and said,
"Humanity has thrown everything it has into this fight, yet the other world has barely shown us the tip of the iceberg. And those nuclear weapons you mentioned—how many nations have them? How many have the strategic depth to withstand a war? Do you know what the international situation is like right now?
"Do you know that almost every country besides a handful of great powers has already fallen?
"How many more years can those remaining powers hold out?
"One? Two? Three?
"The light of human civilization is slowly fading. Only gods can fight gods.
"Unfortunately, the people at the top of every government are ordinary. They fear anything beyond their control; they fear the arrival of an age ruled by divine power. They still vainly hope that technology can be restored to challenge the gods, but the Tam World won't give humanity that kind of time.
"The gods who have entered Earth so far are merely insignificant scouts.
"A year has passed, and the countdown to the true terror has already begun.
"Humanity is running out of time!
"And don't you want to become a god? The age of divine rule is almost here—immortal life, boundless power. Join us. We've