Twisted flesh thundered across the earth, howling at the sun as though venting its hatred upon the world.
Flesh-balls stitched together from countless human heads rolled and bounced across the ground. Every face was twisted in agony, as if human souls had been imprisoned within them.
The corpses had "come alive."
Or rather, when the information virus became active to the extreme, it devoured the sea of information settled within the void. Some of that active information merged with destruction, giving birth to dark pseudo-personalities that believed themselves to be the people who had once lived...
But they only believed so. In essence, they were still merely part of a collective consciousness, devoid of the spark of life. Even their memories were fragmented and chaotic.
Waves of blood surged, mountains of flesh blossomed. Horrific scenes that had once existed only in stories now appeared in reality.
By this point, a large portion of the survivors had already passed through the Gate of the Universe and gone to Earth. Yet some had not finished synchronizing with the Gate of Time and Space, leaving them stranded in this world. Through the projections within the base, they witnessed the horrific sight outside.
Even though the spiritual contamination of the apocalypse had tempered their wills into something relatively steadfast, they still could not suppress their fear in the face of such a scene.
The world was roaring, displaying its hatred to every living creature!
This was the only feeling in many people's hearts at that moment.
Previously, some survivors had not understood why the Cosmic Federation, a civilization so technologically powerful, remained so cautious in the face of the apocalypse. Everyone hurried about as if pressed for time, without the slightest trace of relaxation.
But now, they all understood. It was not that the