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Chapter 38: The Distorted Core, and I Am Not a God (Please Read!)
From a bird's-eye view, even if the emerging malicious entities were killed, the bizarre things on the island still did not disappear.

They are not like the resentment and curse of the nameless sect. Once they are killed, their resentment will be ended, and then their souls will be successfully scattered, eventually becoming the nourishment of the empire and an indispensable part of the fluorescent ocean breeding community.

On the contrary, they simply do not participate in the cycle of nature. These supernatural malice and monsters condense into a terror that cares nothing for humanity, let alone anything else. Their projection into this world and the very concept of their existence is destruction for its own sake. Born only from the hatred that spreads from endless ugliness and grotesqueness, they crawl out from the obscenities and terrifying darkness to kill every living thing in their path.

Even in such a short period of time, grotesque and twisted limbs began to emerge from the so-called stream on the island, which was yellow and flowing with thick liquid.

These monsters are randomly assembled in such abscesses in an extremely disgusting way.

In those malicious vortexes, countless teeth, tentacles, mists, and limbs that arouse hatred and fear are mixed and stirred. With an extremely small probability, these things will form a malicious entity component.

Just like now, in front of Leon, several monsters full of vicious breath and feelings began to gradually integrate from the natural abscesses, stretching out their mouths composed of hundreds of tongues and organs, using pure terror and visual brutality to resist and block the destruction of these humans.

But for those born inside the Silver Gate, this is not something particularly difficult to accept.

"Everyone, follow me aboard the ship and assemble in formation on shore!"

Charlemagne looked at the crowd around him with a stern look in his eyes. He held the sword high in his hand and made an angry sound.

The sword was specially made, taking advantage of the bonding properties of the soul stone. It was forged almost entirely out of ceramic steel, ebony, and soul stone into an exquisite black-gold longsword that would leave a glowing afterimage when swung.

This sword wasn't particularly useful in combat, no more durable than a ceramic spear. However, in a situation like this where command and morale were being boosted, the sight of such a tall, nearly invincible warrior roaring, drawing his sword, and issuing orders to the surroundings always gave people a sense of security.

Two small boats, specially designed for landing, were quickly launched. Like ghosts, the vessels, coated in soul stone clay, carried twenty warriors to the island without any interaction with real space. After all, the ships were the true backup, and sufficient manpower was required to protect them before further exploration could proceed. If they lost control of the ships, they would no longer have the resources to build a second Saint.

Countless large shields shining with cold light began to be placed around the core area of ​​the Saint, and the people on the ship began to carry out rotating monitoring and inspection work.

After two hours of sailing in the shallow waters, the people who had landed on the island finally reached the surface of the beach, which was filled with bizarre creatures. These warriors, wearing ceramic steel boots and armor, could sense the terrifying corrosion spreading from all directions just by stepping on the ground and smelling it.

Some did not arrive in time, and even some newly generated monsters were rushing up with countless malicious howls, and then were pierced through the body by the ceramic steel spears in the blink of an eye. Then, they were hit hard by the auxiliary shield wall and knocked directly off the spears. Only a group of corpses with no biological signs were left, and only countless black ashes were flowing.

'System prompt: Your expedition team is currently conquering the Twisted Island!'

From Leon's perspective, the entire operation seemed more like a video of a game he had played before.

The people of Silver Gate, having experience in large-scale labor and combat, formed a unified formation and coordinated with the help of their mind connection. Like a steel wall, they steadily advanced forward.

Shields adorned with spikes and horns, gleaming with the brilliance of soulstone, were hoisted and carried by warriors clad in ceramite armor. The mere impact shattered the grotesques of this world. Within the Hanging Gardens, the cornerstone of civilization, the Silver Gate protected the souls of these brave warriors as they advanced, step by step, deeper into the island.

Holding high the black-gold sword, ten spears were already placed in the grooves.

With a strong swing, the spear easily pierced through the enemy's body. The mysterious attack brought by Lianshan Kiln, which was like the cornerstone of civilization, made those monsters who could not feel the pain and torture of birth, old age, sickness and death completely lose the structure that supported them.

Then, he raised his sword again and began to shout. The shield would advance three steps, pushing the remains of the monsters aside. Then, he would continue the above steps. Protected by twenty shield-spearmen, Charlemagne kept a resolute gaze fixed on all directions, roaring and warning his warriors to prepare for the next attack.

This man, who felt he was already beloved, showed no fear or panic. Even some special supernatural monsters rushed in front of him, even damaging their armor. However, under the protection of the ceramic steel, those who were knocked away were quickly replaced by others. The people who had been knocked away shook their heads and naturally rejoined the attacking echelon.

After countless attacks and defenses, Leon's team finally broke into the main island and began to face the real problem. These supernatural monsters themselves did not have any strong conditions, but according to the composition and formation on the island, they still existed.

The construction of this supernatural island is quite similar to the main island of the nameless sect where Leon is located. It can even be said to be a mirror image and looks exactly the same.

In other words, in the eyes of the people of the Silver Gate, everywhere is a replica of the maze of the once nameless sect.

However, the maze of the Nameless Sect was all made up of big trees, but what was now presented to everyone was an intolerable wall of deformed flesh and blood.

Even the Soul Stone Visor could not cover up this horrible supernatural stench. This stench could not be smelled by the nose at all, but could only be interfered with by the smell emitted by the soul.

If one were to enter such a maze of deformed flesh and blood, it wouldn't take long for all the self-consciousness, individuality, and even things that were supposed to be human to become food for these monsters. However, despite their fear, the people of the Silver Gate remained calm, realizing they were there to work, and someone would always be there to take care of them.

"Wait a minute, this composition is a bit strange."

Li Ang naturally began to give his all-round instructions and guidance from a bird's-eye view.

His vision could see beyond all the illusions presented by the monsters. From a bird's-eye view, these supernatural and malicious tricks were full of loopholes, even worse than the original maze that the Nameless Sect had placed and then abandoned seventy years ago.

"Charlemagne, kill the seventh person behind you from the left. It's not a living person, so just kill it. Then throw its body onto the flesh wall, which is the third warmest one, judging by its color. It doesn't matter if there is any reaction, just smash the wall and kill it, and there will be no problem. The defense here is scary crude, probably due to the failure of self-restraint." "Yes, sir."

Charlemagne didn't hesitate, turned around and killed the man he thought was his teammate with a sword.

If it weren't for the cultural characteristics of the Silver Gate, I'm afraid we would have wasted a lot of time doing unnecessary things at this stage.

But fortunately, the people of Silver Gate never refused Leon's request. Moreover, Charlemagne was the best among them and the chosen champion, so of course there would be no problems that would slow down the progress.

This person who appeared out of nowhere and should have been regarded as a colleague by them looked like a normal person. His headless body was spurting scarlet blood and he was about to kneel on the ground, but he was immediately grabbed by Charlemagne and kicked into the wall.

Following a sickening sound, like organs vomiting, Leon's vision, once completely obscured by the red polyps, gradually cleared. The Silver Gate's shield wall soldiers, without a trace of surprise, used spears and shields to gradually clear the entities blocking their path, advancing towards the deepest part of the island. Watching these men methodically cleanse the island of supernatural filth and traces, Leon felt certain that his mission would soon be accomplished.

There are no side quests, no separations of life and death, and no messy or unpleasant places.

Ceramic steel armor, soul stone weapons, and the overwhelming mysterious properties brought by the cornerstone of civilization may not be able to defeat the fleet of the Britannian Empire, but it should have no problem defeating this kind of thing.

The troops advanced, trampling over rotten flesh and corrupted debris. Because it was a mirror replica, they walked deeper along the walls of flesh and blood and the filthy streams. Soon they passed the twisted flesh and blood road full of tumors and dirt, and saw the place where the central building was originally.

This was the core of the pollution, the source of power for the entire evil world. And clearly, from Leon's bird's-eye view, it was no longer a replica of the Nameless Cult's base, but a massive, mottled, and malevolent tree. The massive, rotting tree was covered in pus and teeth, a grotesque and morbid mass of pure malevolence, like something from a nightmare.

On such a terrifying tree, in the core of the trunk, like the hyperplasia and polyps in the human body, there grows a huge heart-shaped fruit.

The moment they saw the fruit, the sudden pollution immediately enveloped everyone's mind.

'System prompt: Your team is being polluted by the rules!'

'System prompt: Your troops currently have no way to resist rule pollution! Please complete the subsequent placement process to complete the task!'

Under the red warning of the system, the previously steadfast and fearless warriors suddenly let out screams and wails, and fell to their knees. Except for Charlemagne, who remained stern-faced, standing firm amidst the invisible wind and waves, firmly resisting the unknown invasion, the newly born ones could no longer hold back their wails and screams.

"God! Save us!"

"——So I emphasize again, I am not God."

Leon emerged from the shadow of the fruit carried by one of his soldiers, transformed into the form of an ordinary human, walked straight forward and picked the fruit that was emitting an invisible scream from the rotten giant tree.

"I'm not some pathetic, insane creature like the gods, trapped in their positions with no way to escape. My spiritual world is so rich that I can be tolerant of all of you and listen to your opinions. You should know how precious this is."

Tentacles and shadows began to spread, completely engulfing the screaming fragment of corruption within the figure.

Leon's expanded body slowly flattened out, like a folded parasol, but he frowned unhappily as he felt the intense radiation. The taste was much worse than the fruit in the Sky Garden.

But as someone determined to be an excellent leader, Leon didn't just act cool and leave with his belongings. Instead, he turned to look at the terrified humans, stood in the crumbling, twisted magic world, and expressed his reasons and philosophy for this action.

"So, like now, when you face irresistible violence, calling upon me might have some effect. This isn't due to blood or soul support, but simply due to my pure kindness and passion. I don't want you to always think that calling upon me will do anything, like a believer calling upon their god. I saved you simply because I'm a good person, nothing more."

"Yes... sir... we understand..."

"You better understand."

Looking at those people with pale faces who seemed to be still in shock, Leon shrugged his shoulders, pulled himself away and looked at the small distorted core.

"A distortion core, constantly screaming and releasing power. Unusable garbage. At least based on current technology, there's nothing we can do with it... No, that's not necessarily the case."

"System prompt: You have completed the task given by the Spirit of Nature! The fog and defense system will take effect within 24 hours! The Spirit of Nature is very satisfied with your work and will bless the defense system of the Valley Gate even more powerfully!"

'System prompt: You have obtained a distortion core! As the error point of the world, it will support you in building certain special wonders!'

'System prompt: You have obtained the clue to build the wrong blessing wonder!'

(End of this chapter)