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Chapter 457 Ban
Rainwater flowed along the cobblestone pavement, and the nearly two-hundred-year-old red sphere on the roof of the Greenwich Observatory's octagonal observatory (which descends precisely at 1 p.m. to calibrate the time of ships on the Thames) resembled a blurred sunrise in the misty air.

No one spoke at the scene, but in the live stream room of the player forum, the chat was already in an uproar.

"Where's the screen? Where's the screen? Why is it black?! Moderator, get back to work!"

"Damn it, I pay tens of thousands of yuan in internet fees to Whale Song every month, and this is the network signal?"

"Matrix (Whale Song President), when are you going to die?"

While Dr. Noah was still inside the rocket's crash pod, he used his GOC privileges to shut down the video signal from the low Earth orbit spy satellite, causing the live stream to go black.

The forum players were enjoying the spectacle when it suddenly stopped, and they were all furious, cursing the Whale Song Guild for doing something inhumane in the live stream.

User ATXZc136032 has been banned from posting for 360 days.

The moderators immediately took action, banning one of the players who used the most offensive language. However, this only angered the other users, who then typed messages expressing their dissatisfaction.

"I still remember what Matrix said four years ago: 'We at Whale Song may go bankrupt, but we will never change our nature.'"

"The moderator is really interesting. When asked in the live chat what he thought of some early players who became rich and forgot their roots, he told me not to stir up trouble."

"After Michael of GOC disappeared, Lv40 transcendents gathered and asked who was the number one killer on the battlefield. Everyone was silent except for Matrix, who waved his hand and said: No, no, no."

Dense barrages of comments swept across the screen like a horizontal downpour, obscuring the view.

In front of the observatory, Li Sheng stretched out his palm, caught a handful of rainwater, and calmly said, "ADE effect."

The illusion master from the Clock Tower Guild frowned. "What?"

"Antibody-Dependent Enhancement" is a term that refers to antibody-dependent enhancement.

Li Shengping said calmly: "Viral infection begins by adhering to the cell surface and is completed through the interaction of viral surface proteins with specific receptors and ligand molecules on the target cell."

Normally, specific antibodies against viral surface proteins can inhibit this step. In other words, once a patient is infected with the virus, they will not be infected again.

However, in some cases, viruses can exploit this effect to deceive antibodies, allowing them to bind to immune cells and complete their invasion.

In other words, after a patient is infected with the virus once, their resistance decreases instead of increasing, making them susceptible to reinfection, or even repeated infections.

The people in the clock tower finally realized what was happening. The hot-tempered master of the energy manipulation technique unconsciously clenched his fists and growled, "You put a deadly virus in the rainwater?"

"To be precise, it's not lethal, but rather intensified."

Li Sheng tilted his head and calmly said, "The virus was extracted from the primitive cells of the Insect Lord God-like Abomination."

The rain, in the form of droplets, spread throughout London. Fog followed the rain, and all Londoners exposed to the air were now infected.

In the first stage, the virus invades the pituitary gland, controls the accelerated secretion of growth hormone, and continuously synthesizes myosin to strengthen muscles and bones.

Infected individuals become incredibly hungry, eat rapidly, and simultaneously grow stronger.

In the second stage, muscle mass continues to grow, and body temperature rises to 39°C, but the infected person feels unusually well. Strength, agility, and reaction speed are all superior to before.

In the third stage, bone density soars, leading to skeletal deformities and dulling of nerve pain sensation—a large number of viruses target and attack the prefrontal cortex, inducing neuronal apoptosis and gradually shutting down the brain, which accounts for 20% of human daily energy consumption, so that all energy is used to strengthen the body and animalistic instincts.

In the fourth stage, the infected person's bones become twisted, forcing them to walk on all fours, and their intelligence regresses to the level of a social wild animal.

At this point, the quantifier for infected individuals should not be "个" (ge), but rather "只" (zhi).

Their sense of smell, hearing, vision, physical abilities, self-healing speed, and hunting instincts are all enhanced.

In the context of the killing field's judgment, this is a beneficial evolution and cannot be considered an injury, disease, or infection. Therefore, most healing skills and items originating from the killing field are ineffective against it, including health potions.

The estimated death toll is 850.

Unit: ten thousand.

Time: 21 days.

I named this virus "The Primordial Era."

Humans living in modern cities will lose their intelligence and revert to their primal animalistic nature in fifteen days.

The master of the Energy Shaping System's eyes nearly spit fire as he roared, "You're willing to drag 8.5 million people down with you to achieve your goal?! Those London citizens are innocent!"

"Don't you find that statement strange?"

Li Sheng tilted his head and said calmly, "When Möbius rejected my initial proposal and insisted on using this city as a battlefield, he had already put the citizens of London in danger."

The illusion master turned to look at his colleague who specialized in divination spells, and the latter nodded with difficulty.

The ants were not bluffing. So far, most known methods, whether they were items and skills within the killing field system or extraordinary systems outside of it, were not very effective against this virus that had been extracted from the original cells of the insect lord god.

Hohenheim extended a finger, adjusted his glasses, and calmly asked Li Sheng, "Won't this virus spread to other places?"

"As long as I'm still here, it won't happen."

Li Sheng said, "In the Primordial Era, there was only one host in nature: humans. The first wave of the virus would only spread through rain and fog, and would not use the host as a carrier to spread the virus again through droplets, blood, or other means."

However, when the [Primordial Era] virus reaches the fourth stage of infection, the virus will accumulate in the lungs of the infected and can be transmitted through respiration. Unless you can make the drastic decision to drive all eight million London citizens to the killing field and let them fend for themselves, the entire British Isles will experience a second outbreak of plague.

As for the method of interruption…

Li Sheng turned his hand to the side and poured out the rainwater in his hand.

A second rain is needed; the rain will contain another homologous virus that can easily invade cells using the ADE effect, causing the cells to synthesize special proteins.
This activates the automatic apoptosis mechanism of the [Primordial Era] virus, interrupting the infection process and causing the virus to permanently and automatically die.

The illusion master's eyes flickered, and Li Sheng, as if guessing what he was thinking, smiled and said, "It is also not feasible to use illusions to control me and make me hand over the method to stop the virus."

Before I came here, I had removed a part of my brain containing the relevant memories, and even when I was conscious, I didn't know how to get rid of the virus.

Only when the email auto-sending program sends me a message telling me where I buried that part of my brain can I find a solution to the virus.

The second rain fell less than a day before the outbreak of the Primordial Era in London.

In other words, I've kidnapped these 850 million people.

Hohenheim gazed at the distant city. The time flow in the Killing Scene scenario world was different from that on Earth. He had witnessed and experienced far more things, and the memories he had accumulated were far greater than when he was an ordinary person.

Along the way, even he himself felt that his humanity was becoming increasingly diluted.

But this is, after all, his homeland.

Thinking of this, Hohenheim took out a piece of parchment from the void, waved his hand, signed his name on the paper, and handed it to the master of the Sculptor's School beside him.

"This is the highest-level magical contract in the killing field, and this matter will be concluded here. The Bell Tower Guild's Mage Council shall not use any means, including but not limited to hunting down, issuing warrants for arrests, capturing, or controlling, against ants."

The parchment scrolls were passed between the upper floors of the clock tower, with each person signing their real name.

When it came to Edith, she pursed her lips and remained silent until Hohenheim said, "Mobius will have a way," at which point she silently signed her real name and handed it to the next colleague.

The scroll bearing his name was handed to Li Sheng, but he didn't take it. Instead, he grinned and said, "There's one more thing."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

West bank of the Thames, Whitehall, underground bunker.

The EMP electromagnetic pulses released by the large swarm of machines were blocked by thick rock layers, so the underground bunkers still retain power. They can even connect to Starlink satellites through signal stations and restore communications.

The cabinet secretary, hands pressed against his knees, stared intently at his phone screen. The live stream on the player forum was back online, clearly showing that Hohenheim and the other mages from the top of the clock tower had returned to the Greenwich Observatory.
But the ant that caused all this didn't die; instead, it swaggered over and flew low toward Whitehall.

"Ah."

The cabinet secretary suddenly let out a relieved laugh; it was all over.

The underground bunker was in an uproar as high-ranking officials tried to order security personnel to go to the surface to check the situation.

The cabinet secretary quietly stood up from his seat, walked to a corner of the private room, patted a soldier on the shoulder, and before the soldier could react, drew the pistol from the soldier's waist.

boom!
Gunshots echoed deafeningly in the confined space, and some office workers screamed and hid under their desks.

A cabinet secretary shot and killed his close subordinate of more than a decade, then turned the gun on the prime minister's secretary.

The third shot landed squarely on the forehead of the Chinese Defense Minister.

The fourth shot hit the Minister of Justice in the thigh.

"Ugh! What are you doing?!"

The Justice Minister cried out in anguish, clutching his bleeding thigh and sweating profusely, shouting to the security personnel beside him, "He's gone mad! Shoot him!"

"The clock tower has compromised. Everyone in the decision-making chain must die."

The cabinet secretary gave a bitter smile, dropped his pistol, and with a burst of strength from his thin body, dragged up the obese, weak-looking Minister of Justice. "Let's go. If we leave now, we can at least save face."

"No, let me go!"

The Justice Minister screamed in terror, struggled desperately, and cried out for help to those around him, but received no response.

"We made our choice a long time ago, didn't we?"

The cabinet secretary slipped his arms under the justice minister's armpits, hugged him tightly, and led him step by step down the steps from the underground bunker, muttering, "This is a global upheaval unseen in a century, a transformation of human civilization."

We made our choice for the future of Britain, and now it's simply a matter of accepting the consequences.

boom!
He pushed open the last metal door and, through the corridor outside, could clearly see Li Sheng and Hui Yu already standing in front of the White Hall.

"Huh? How come there's a self-service option for intentionally feeding kills?"

Gray Rain looked at the cabinet secretary who had shown up on his own initiative, clicked his tongue, took out his camera, and took a commemorative photo of himself with the ruins of Whitehall with a grin. Then he liquefied his arm into a blade and slashed off two heads.

Gululu——

Two heads rolled out of the corridor and landed outside Downing Street, while the roof of the last floor of Whitehall collapsed with a crash.

(End of this chapter)