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

Behind her followed Cheng Ying, who was swaying precariously. The girl's nosebleed had stained the front of her clothes, but she still stubbornly clung to an energy detector.

The area is not safe yet.

Mengde gave a laborious reminder, his voice hoarse and inhuman.

Jiayi didn't care about any of that. She knelt down beside Mengde, her trembling hand hanging in mid-air, as if afraid of hurting him.

"Honey, are you alright?"

She choked up and couldn't utter a complete sentence; her tears fell onto Mengde's face, burning hot.

Mengde's vision was blurred, and blood stained half of his vision.

He could feel her tears rolling down her cheeks, hot as a branding iron, burning his skin.

He tried to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but his arm felt like it was made of lead, and he couldn't move a single finger.

"Don't...cry..." He managed to squeeze out two words, his throat churning with rusty-tasting blood and foam, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Her lips trembled, and tears fell even more fiercely, splattering on his face and neck, mingling with blood as they trickled down his cheeks. She gripped his hand tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh, as if that could pull him back from the clutches of death.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar, and someone was shouting "Medic!" But the sound seemed to come through a thick layer of frosted glass, distant and unreal.

Mengde's consciousness began to fade, and all he could hear was her suppressed sobs and the increasingly faint beating of his chest.

However, at that moment, the other women, who had recovered, also rushed over.

"husband!!!"

"Are you OK?"

"Woooooo~~~"

A group of women, seeing for the first time that the mighty Mengde had suffered such a serious injury.

In their eyes, Mengde should have been invincible.

But now
Mengde knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth was particularly striking against his pale face.

He forced his head up, his gaze sweeping over the panicked faces, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Why are you crying... I'm not dead yet."

His voice was hoarse and deep, yet still carried his usual composure.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his body tilted forward uncontrollably.

"husband!"

Jia Yi, who was closest to him, grabbed him and touched his back, only to find it sticky—his clothes were already soaked in blood.

"how so……"

Her voice trembled, and her eyes were red.

Mengde felt somewhat helpless.

Although he does look very badly injured now—his clothes are torn, he is covered in blood, and even his breathing seems heavy.

In fact, these injuries are merely superficial; the body's vital energy and blood remain robust, and the meridians are intact.

"You guys... calm down first."

He sighed, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly straightened up.

"husband?!"

Jiayi froze, tears still streaming down her face.

She hadn't been able to clearly see the battle between Mengde and the Scarlet Queen while she was in the red mist.

That's why I'm so confused now.

But now, Meng De looked perfectly normal, even with a hint of helpless smile on his lips.

"You...you weren't seriously injured?"

Cheng Ying was also stunned, and the gun in her hand lowered slightly.

Meng De shook his head, his gaze sweeping over their worried faces, and said softly.

"It just looks scary, but it's actually nothing serious."

"But...you've lost so much blood!"

The young woman, Bai Jie, was still worried and reached out to check his injuries.

Mengde let her touch him and laughed. "The blood belongs to the Crimson Queen!"

Only then did everyone realize that although the bloodstains on his body were horrifying, his wounds had already healed, and there were no scars left.

"Then you just..."

Jiayi was both surprised and delighted, but then she became somewhat annoyed.

"Do you even know how scared you were? You just scareed us to death!"

Meng De gently ruffled her hair, his tone gentle yet carrying a deeper meaning.

"How else would you know how much you care about me? Haha!"

Jiayi glared at him, but her tense expression finally relaxed.

"If you do this again, don't ever climb into our bed again."

Mengde laughed heartily.

He was just teasing these women.

"It was just a joke, you guys actually took it seriously?"

Hearing Mengde say this, the other women were furious.

"Okay!"

"Honey, you're so naughty!"

"Yeah! They just know how to bully us."

"You're still trying to fool us into tears."

Seeing them both crying and laughing, Meng De couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As a result, I accidentally aggravated my wounds, and the pain made me gasp.

"Ouch—be gentle, be gentle! Although the internal injuries aren't serious, the physical wounds really hurt!"

He said, grimacing.

"Deserve it!"

With red eyes, Jiayi cursed as she carefully wiped the blood from his face.

"Exactly! You made us so worried, but you're perfectly fine!"

Lin Qingxue glared at him angrily, but she didn't stop the medicine in her hand, gently bandaging his wounds.

In addition, Mengde's own healing ability was activated.

Soon, the wounds on his body disappeared.

Then, with the help of the women, Mengde stood up.

Looking around, a cruel scene came into view.

The Scarlet Queen's shriek seemed to still reverberate in the air, but the battlefield had fallen silent.

The defensive fortifications surrounding the Imperial Dragon Base had long since collapsed, and the towering walls looked as if they had been gnawed by a giant beast.

Only the twisted steel skeleton remained exposed, with concrete fragments scattered all over the ground, covered with a layer of black scabbed material from dried scarlet mycelium.

The ground was cracked into deep ravines resembling a spider web, and the residual heat of the red magma could be faintly seen in the cracks. The rising heat distorted the air, making the ruins look like a projection of hell.

In the center of the battlefield, a giant crater with a diameter of a kilometer resembled a mark of divine punishment. The soil at the bottom of the crater was melted by the high temperature into a smooth, dark red glass, reflecting the shattered sky.

Charred remains were scattered among the corpses, including the limbs of zombies and the guard equipment corroded by the red mist. Metal armor was rusted and peeling off, firearms were twisted and deformed, and spent shell casings were scattered all over the ground like withered bones.

A few embers still licked at the ruins, pale flames occasionally leaping up, burning the remaining red mist into ashes with a faint hissing sound.

Where the Scarlet Queen collapsed, a ring of radiating charred lines remained on the ground, resembling the array of some evil ritual.

The mycelial debris piled up like ash, and when the wind blew, it would stir up fine red and black particles, which would strangely wriggle twice on the scorched earth before finally dying.

The air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell, a mixture of blood, sulfur, and the metallic odor of ionization, and each breath made my lungs ache.

In the distance, the outline of the Economic Development Zone gradually became clear after the red mist dissipated.

But the glass curtain wall had long since shattered, leaving only empty windows that looked like countless eyes, coldly watching over the ruins.

Beneath these ruins, Mengde seemed to see...
(End of this chapter)