The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

After several days of testing and investigation, the red mist was indeed as he had expected.

It only affects those with superpowers below the Star Chart level.

For those with abilities at the Star Chart level or above, it has absolutely no effect.

It seems to have formed a natural "capability watershed".

The star map level has become a key threshold for immunity to the red fog!
As for those with superpowers below the Star Chart level...

The effects of red mist also vary.

The higher the level of superpower, the weaker the effect of the red mist.

The influence of the seventh to ninth order becomes increasingly weak.

So in reality, those who are truly affected are those with superpowers below the sixth rank!
This is great news for the Imperial Dragon Base!

After all, there are quite a few ability users below the ninth rank in the base.

But now, that's not a problem at all!
This discovery not only surprised Mengde!
The entire Yulong base was overjoyed!
This increases the chances of survival for the base's survivors.

To Meng De's delight, the training at the base had yielded excellent results after several busy days.

Almost everyone learned how to fire a gun.

They can also join the battle very willingly.

Especially after the killing field a few days ago, everyone's enthusiasm for training has increased significantly!
No, to be precise.

It has been elevated to the extreme!
Everyone is training like crazy.

During this process, Lei Qiang and Leng Feng's special military knowledge was put to the fullest use.

Now he's busy every day teaching the survivors at the base.

They're very busy!

Even under these circumstances, Mengde dared not relax his determination to train.

I'm still keeping an eye on their training.

It also serves to strengthen the training of women.

He had a premonition that the red fog crisis in Donghai City was about to arrive!
In recent days, Mengde has been sending his men to explore the red mist.

He discovered that the scarlet monster in the center of Donghai City had recently become increasingly active.

In Mengde's view, this was a sign of awakening!

Mengde stood on the terrace of Villa No. 1.

There was some worry in his eyes!

He could see the blood-red mist writhing in mid-air like a living thing.

As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the crimson mist, the sky above the Dragon Royal Base seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and the surging red mist poured down like viscous blood. At first, it was just a dark rusty color on the horizon, like a wildfire burning in the distant mountains, but in an instant, the mist wriggled and expanded like a living thing, devouring every inch of the clear sky at a terrifying speed.

The clouds were stained a sickly crimson, like pus oozing from a festering wound, and even the starlight was corroded and dimmed.

The edges of the red mist were strangely jagged, as if thousands of scarlet tentacles were greedily stretching out in the void.

When the mist churned, it emitted a sticky sound similar to the breathing of a living being, sometimes like the low roar of a giant beast, and sometimes like the wailing of a wronged soul.

Occasionally, lightning would cleave through the mist, momentarily illuminating the fluffy particles suspended within—which were not water vapor.

Instead, countless fine, hair-like scarlet mycelia twisted and intertwined with the airflow, weaving a deathly net that blotted out the sky.

As the crimson mist drew closer, the defensive fortifications of the Dragon Royal Base began to tremble ominously. The alloy steel plates on the high walls visibly began to show signs of rust and brown spots, and blackish-red sap oozed from the welds.

The searchlights of the watchtower swept through the fog, but the beams suddenly shortened as if swallowed by some force, eventually illuminating an area of ​​less than half a meter outside the lampshade.

The air was thick with the stench of rust and rotting flesh, burning with a searing pain when inhaled. Even the most resilient superhumans in the base couldn't help but hold their breath.

From the depths of the fog, countless distorted silhouettes gradually emerged.

The mutated zombies, transformed by the red mist, roamed in groups. Their spines pierced the skin to form bone spurs, and their joints twisted like spider legs, leaving behind charred marks of slime corrosion as they crawled on the exterior walls of buildings.

Even more terrifying was the enormous shadow looming in the fog—a humanoid monster with a hunched back three meters tall, its bony wings extending from its shoulder blades not yet fully unfurled, each flap of its wings stirring up a vortex of red mist carrying a foul stench.

Its head has no facial features, only a huge mouth that splits vertically, inside which, between layers of sharp teeth, hangs a "tongue" made of scarlet mycelium, greedily licking the fear in the air.

Panic spread like wildfire within the base.

Ordinary survivors huddled in makeshift air-raid shelters, mothers shielding their children's eyes with their bodies, but unable to block the hissing sound of red mist seeping in through the ventilation ducts.

A child's toy car suddenly disintegrated on its own, and the plastic shell melted into a gel-like scarlet substance under the erosion of fungal hyphae;
An elderly man trembled as he touched his neck and discovered that the bullet wound scar from his youth was wriggling under his skin, as if countless tiny insect eggs were about to hatch.

The superpowered individuals gathered in the central square. Lei Qiang's lightning exploded with blue-purple sparks in his palm, but for the first time before he even made a move, it showed signs of fatigue—the lightning bolts were weakened by the red mist as soon as they left his fingertips, as if they had sunk into viscous asphalt.

Niu Baoguo tried to construct a barrier with his mental power, but as soon as his mental tendrils touched the edge of the mist, he felt a sharp pain as if countless tiny fangs were tearing at his brain nerves.

Even the usually composed Meng De tensed up, staring intently at a certain direction in the mist, where a mental fluctuation that would send chills down the spines of even a Star Chart level expert was emanating—a terrifying being beyond comprehension was awakening at the core of the red mist.

Suddenly, the fog parted to both sides like a tide.

A giant lizard-like monster with bony spurs on its back burst out of the rift. Dozens of human heads were arranged on its jagged back, their eyes darting wildly and their lips opening and closing, emitting incoherent cries for help and savage laughs.

As it crashed into the outermost electromagnetic barrier of the base, the heads screamed in unison, and the sound waves even created spiderweb-like cracks in the alloy fence.

The alarms of the fortifications blared through the sky, while red mist seized the opportunity to pour in through the cracks, licking the walls of the first residential building like the tongue of a venomous snake.

The glass window was covered in blood frost the moment it came into contact with the fog. The guard inside, who was sealing the gap, suddenly froze. His pupils quickly filled with scarlet, his fingernails grew into sharp claws, and he turned around and tore a gash in the throat of his companion.

The moment the blood splattered onto the mist, the entire red mist surged and churned at an accelerated pace, like a bloodthirsty herd awakened.

In the distance, a series of collapse sounds echoed—abandoned high-rise buildings in the direction of the Economic Development Zone were crumbling under the erosion of fungal hyphae, steel bars bending and hanging like melting candles, and concrete fragments being decomposed into dust by the red mist before they even hit the ground. (End of Chapter)