Chapter 130
Being inhuman doesn't mean they have no emotions.
They're just being a bit ruthless in their actions, but they still have the necessary foresight.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Huasheng couldn't help but twitch his lips and spoke.
"Looks like I'm not very popular, huh?"
Inside Lobotomy Corporation.
"Has your manager always been this carefree? The Foundation is supposed to destroy the world, isn't it?"
Makuku looked at Xiao Huasheng, who was suppressing the residents of the town who were being controlled by the monster while protecting the Foundation personnel, and began to speak.
"She's always been like this. Compared to her, I'm less inherently kind," Angela said, smiling as she stood to the side. "Mainly, I unconditionally support whatever my supervisor decides."
"It seems you're the one who's truly there for her."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Makuku spoke, he continued watching the visual images transmitted by Xiao Huasheng on the screen.
If you keep watching Xiao Huasheng fight, Angela will definitely find it hard to get bored at Lobotomy Corporation.
In the doomsday timeline, Makuku was witnessing Xiao Huasheng helping the Foundation for the first time.
This timeline is quite different from previous ones.
Makuku, however, keenly noticed the difference from before— Angela was still alive.
The difference lies in the fact that the voluptuous, blue-haired beauty beside him is still alive.
In the previous timeline, after the Foundation lured Angela out of Lobotomy Corporation and killed her with a nuclear bomb.
Xiao Huasheng went berserk and became furious.
They kill anyone they see who is Foundation member, and even release a series of world-destroying containment objects to fight against the Foundation.
Even now, Makuku still vividly remembers everything she released.
In the early stages, the Foundation deployed Puncture Paradise at key sites, released Big Bird, and had the Queen of Hatred destroy any enemies she saw. She even mind-controlled a Foundation member, forcing him to confess to Old Bones for the Foundation's sins, which directly led to the immediate deaths of a large number of Foundation personnel.
Later, after most of the humans and the Foundation had died, all the staff had died, and she herself was about to die.
She then pulled out her most treasured, terrifying monster.
Silent Orchestra, Three-in-One Apocalypse Bird, WhiteNight, Queen Bee, Don't Touch Me, Express Train to Hell, Nothing There, Smiling Corpse Mountain, and so on...
Before she dies, she wants to inflict as much damage as possible on the Foundation.
It was precisely when she took out these monsters that...
Makuku witnessed the true apocalypse; even with Reality Stabilization Anchor on the planet, it was powerless against these monstrous things at that time.
He himself was forced to die during that period, dying instantly after being hit by a wave of area-of-effect (AOE) attacks.
He was wearing a protective suit with a physical strength of 5000 units and it was still like this, let alone the situation of the Foundation personnel.
If he had stayed any longer, he probably would have witnessed the horrifying scene of the Foundation being forced to reset.
The monsters contained within this Angel are numerous, if not many.
However, based on Makuku's observations so far, there aren't many monsters in Lobotomy Corporation yet; perhaps a large portion of them were acquired later.
"Supervisor, try using the Song of the Apocalypse to see if it has any effect on this entity."
Having learned from past experiences of freeing people from mind control, Angela felt this was a good approach.
[Supervisor, try using the Song of the Apocalypse to see if it has any effect on this entity.]
While casually chatting with Foundation staff Xiao Huasheng suddenly received a message from Angela.
She paused slightly, then spoke to the team leader in front of her.
"Speaking of which, what do you think this thing actually is? Is it mind control, or something related to the soul?"
If it's something related to the soul, then the Song of the Apocalypse is a perfect fit.
However, mind control is not so convenient.
In response, the team leader spoke without any expression.
"It has both; it is both above the soul and in the spirit."
"I see."
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Huasheng recalled the image of the Emperor tearing apart people's souls; the Emperor had directly ripped this strange thing off the Foundation's humans.
They used methods that manipulate souls.
However, Xiao Huasheng decided to conceal the existence of the Emperor for the time being, although he didn't know whether Jin Li had mentioned the Foundation.
But Xiao Huasheng still didn't want things to become complicated.
The Foundation can even reverse engineer the Warhammer Universe; who knows, they might just do something big for it.
She had to be wary of this.
Therefore, after gathering his thoughts, Xiao Huasheng looked at the people in front of him and said, "You should also know, uh... in my home dimension, the first group of people from there have already been cured, right? That is, the thing on their backs has been removed."
The team leader nodded. "That's precisely why we took such action. That thing is far too dangerous for humans. If it succeeds, humanity will be completely confined to domestication."
"So, I'm also going to remove this thing from the backs of the people here," Xiao Huasheng said with a smile.
The team leader was surprised by this statement.
Soon, Xiao Huasheng cleared his throat, ready to sing.
"I don't know if this will work for you, but it would be best if you covered your ears."
[In fact, this is a song that works on the soul; covering your ears won't help.]
Immediately afterwards, they heard a series of beautiful songs coming from Xiao Huasheng's mouth, as if their souls were being moved by the songs.
For a moment, they were dumbfounded.
Xiao Huasheng continued to showcase his singing talent.
By the second movement, it had already reached a level beyond human comprehension.
The moment the song began, the whole world seemed to stand still.
The sound was unlike any tone that a human could produce; it was more like the resonance of millions of souls.
The air was vibrating, and the ground was humming.
The giant black worm suddenly froze.
Its Distortion, spiked body began to convulse violently.
It emitted a piercing shriek, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the singing.
Xiao Huasheng stepped forward, placed his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and sang with complete absorption.
The singing grew louder and louder, and the halo of light almost engulfed the entire town.
The giant black insect exploded right in front of the Foundation.
The people hiding in the town suddenly felt a sense of relief and a sudden sense of liberation, and they clutched their chests in relief.
But at this moment, outside this small town, the world has become a mess, a Chaos.
Chapter Twelve: A Body Overwhelmed by Unprovoked Grief [1st Update]
What kind of monster is that?
"No, no!"
"Ughhhhh!"
In the home of an ordinary family, the small room had been torn in two, and the bedroom was exposed without any protection.
Claire huddled in the closet, her hands tightly covering her ears.
Through the crack in the wooden wardrobe door, the living room chandelier was swaying violently, its bulb flickering and casting Distortion shadows on the wall.
Each vibration caused the clothes hangers inside the wardrobe to collide with each other, making a soft, rustling sound.
Boom!
A muffled thud came from nearby as a building collapsed, causing the entire building to tremble.
Claire's teeth chattered uncontrollably, and her knees were pressed tightly against her chest.
She smelled dust, and some kind of... foul, rusty air was seeping in from under the door.
Outside the wardrobe, the television was stubbornly still on.
A single frame flashed through the noise of the snowy screen.
A massive, scale-covered tail swept across the street, shattering concrete like cookies.
The sky had turned a nauseating orange-red, like a rotting orange peel.
Claire snapped her eyes shut, but the image from that instant was already imprinted on her retina.
A long trail of blood stretched across the asphalt road, a school bus half-buried in the rubble, and that... that golden vertical pupil, flashing by in the dust.
Her phone slipped out of her pocket, and the screen lit up.
The last group message was sent half an hour ago:
"There's a lizard monster here! A lizard monster is here?!"
"Ha, how could that be?"
"I saw it too. Where are the police? This monster is still eating people..."
"It's coming towards me, I might die."
"What?"
But shortly after, the classmate who said those words died.
Then, to everyone's disbelief, they witnessed the enormous lizard monster rushing to the doorsteps of every household.
"No, no, no..."
Claire covered her ears and cried out in anguish, praying that none of this was real.
However, the surrounding senses caused her to feel a sharp, piercing pain simply by being touched.
As the surroundings gradually quieted down, her breathing slowed down.
Everyone is dead. Everyone is lying down.
Claire pushed open the wardrobe door with trembling hands, sawdust falling into her disheveled hair.
Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the torn ceiling.
She saw her mother's slippers; the left one was still neatly placed in the entryway, but the right one was lying next to the overturned refrigerator, its surface stained with black and red dirt.
Clatter
Something warm dripped onto her forehead.
Claire slowly looked up and saw her father's half-body hanging from the chandelier.
His glasses were broken, the frames were crooked on his nose, and the temples were still tangled with the old tie that his mother always nagged him about.
The other end of the tie hung down, swaying gently in the draft.
"Ah..." She was stunned.
Photo album pages, stuck together with blood, were scattered on the floor.
Photos of the whole family at Disney, the candles on the birthday cake, the comical image of my father dressed as Santa Claus last Christmas... each one is slightly curled at the edges in a pool of blood, as if being burned by unseen flames.