Within the neural cell network.
Twenty-Three was also observing Huo Hu.
"The [Pestilence] reflections on Huo Hu are probably even more numerous than in the places we investigated before. Even [Eternal Chaos] has not fully... not to mention that he bears the curse of the [Source of Cholera]."
"That old fellow is just like you, Zhou Zhi. Neither of you is easy to get along with."
There were truly very few people whom Twenty-Three would call an old fellow.
Zhou Zhi looked ahead, leaning back slightly before replying, "Of course Huo Hu can handle the Crimson Family. He simply wants me to step in—just as I need [Insect], and [Insect] needs me."
"The two sides are using each other. We'll see who wins the Millennial Blood War."
Zhou Zhi's gaze sharpened.
A terrifying presence.
It came from beyond the clouds.
The entire city felt it.
[Pathogenization Index Rising]! [Pathogenization Index Rising]!! [Pathogenization Level: Progenitor Class]!! [Source of Pathogenization: ALS]!!
The prompt provided by Twenty-Three had already turned into threatening, blood-red Double Helix lettering.
In the void.
A bizarre epic symphony reverberated.
The temperature was plummeting at high speed.
On the city streets.
"Wh-what's going on?"
The residents looked up.
It was clearly only early autumn.
Winter had not even arrived, so why...
The perceived temperature had dropped drastically.
At the same time.
"Snow... snow?"
"Is that really snow?"
The residents of the Vacuum Theocracy could not believe their eyes.
As the saying went, timely snow promised a bountiful harvest.
In this age of Pestilence Revival, people yearned even more deeply for happiness in the future.
They hoped that the chaos of this world would come to an end.
"I hope the war can stop."
"I hope pestilence never comes again. I hope... Father can get better."
"The snow