The people aboard the Ark had been watching the battle all along.
It was night, and the air outside was thick with dust, but the Evil God was so enormous that radar and infrared could still pick it up clearly.
Even just from the energy readings and the sounds that occasionally reached them, they could tell how fierce the battle outside was.
Dr. X and the other survivors had no idea who was fighting the Evil God.
But that didn't stop them from praying for humanity to win.
If the Evil God won, not one of them would escape.
"I knew it! I knew it!"
Edgar, the research institute's director, was still alive. Ever since boarding the spaceship, he had been muttering nonstop. "The government labeled the Gate of Heaven a cult. How could they possibly worship God? That octopus head is obviously the embodiment of the devil."
Everyone around him stared at him in silence. What was the point of saying all that now?
Everyone who'd joined the base knew the Gate of Heaven was a cult. Every time they held some kind of sacrifice, they made a bunch of people kill themselves.
They'd joined the base for the benefits. Whether the other group was a cult had nothing to do with it—not in the slightest.
"Enough!"
Dr. X cut off Edgar's muttering and looked outside through the observation window, feeling a pang of regret.
He really wanted to observe the Evil God up close and study what kind of creature it was.
The chance to come face-to-face with an Evil God was far too rare.
All he could do now was hope some remains would be left behind so he could study them afterward.
Outside, Fang Cheng had already flown over to the Ark.
Only when he