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The mall has its own clothing counters, but at this critical moment, no one has the time or inclination to help out.

"Bring over the table and the fertilizer bags, and use them to block it up! Block it all up!"

The crowd was shouting and moving about. Half of the shelves had been dismantled and used with materials found in the warehouse to build fortifications and reinforce the entrances and exits.

Blankets and textiles were hastily hung on long poles, completely covering the glass wall facing the street.

—After paying the price of several lives during their escape, even the most foolish people know that light will attract fog monsters more easily.

Darkness descended like a curtain, offering a faint, false sense of security to the survivors. A few flashlights shone, their pale beams flickering slightly, illuminating faces that were either numb and empty or filled with grief beyond words.

"Mr. David, do you think someone will come to rescue us?" The young man in the supermarket clerk uniform clutched a can of drink tightly, sipping it cautiously with trembling hands, his still-childish face revealing his deep anxiety.

Knowing his limited knowledge and experience, the young man from the small town could only turn to the painter from the big city for help.

"Everyone stay calm, there will definitely be a rescue!" The man straightened his wrinkled coat and raised the revolver in his hand.

"Since those flying insects can be killed by bullets, they absolutely cannot withstand tanks and cannons. If we hold out until the armed forces arrive, we will be saved."

As social beings, when faced with difficulties and challenges, humans often instinctively gravitate towards those with higher social status or authority, forming small groups.

David, a somewhat well-known artist, naturally became one of the key figures in this crisis.

He forced a tired smile and nodded to each of the neighbors surrounding him.

"The supermarket has plenty of supplies. As long as we don't panic, we can hide for a month..."

"I firmly declare that this is God's test for us!" A sharp and fervent voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

In the center of the hall, an elderly woman with short, dark brown hair was delivering a passionate speech to the crowd.

She waved her arms up and down, her simple, worn-out sweater rustling on her arms, her expression both holy and frenzied, her thin body radiating excited energy, as if she were a missionary preaching.

"Let us open our hearts and minds to baptism, instead of cowering in fear. Let us go out together to face the Lord's test..."

"You crazy woman! Go out and die, don't drag us down with you!" After a night of hellish horrors, the people around were already on the verge of a mental breakdown. Hearing the woman's incoherent ramblings, they were even more enraged and rushed up to beat her.

In the midst of the chaos, someone kicked out, sending the old woman stumbling and slamming against the glass display window.

Her aged face, etched with the marks of time, was filled with a mixture of anger and shame.

"Sincere faith is the best shield and armor, you blasphemers?"

Her eyes suddenly cleared, and she murmured in confusion, "Why should I think they are blasphemers?"

A wisp of gray mist rose from the depths of her pupils. The old woman's breathing quickened, and her tone became firm again: "Yes, yes, they are blasphemers, sinners, defiled people, they should..."

...burn them to death over the fire!

Chapter 392 Madness

The hymns resounded, the hexagrams formed clouds, the totems anchored the earth, and the light anchored the sky.

Before the tense and busy battlefield, the power of various systems, carefully harmonized by magical artifacts and rare objects, was injected into the mist at a predetermined frequency.

These forces cooperated seamlessly like an army, with a clear division of labor and progressive steps, gradually separating this unknown alternate dimension from the real world.

The laws within the white mist are vastly different from those outside. While they obscure almost everything that can be detected, they also restrict countless monsters from leaving, thus reducing a great deal of trouble.

Since there was no disturbance, the sealing work proceeded very smoothly, even... too smoothly.

Lai Hengli stared at the vast, churning sea of ​​fog, idly adjusting the feng shui compass, seemingly lost in thought.

"Is something wrong?" Headmistress Cordelia, skilled in psychic powers and closest to him, noticed his thoughtful expression and cast an inquiring glance while maintaining her wide-area spatial anchor.

"It's just that there's been no feedback from the front lines yet, which is making people anxious," Lai Hengli replied casually, stroking his shiny black mustache.

"The deeper you go, the stronger the interference becomes; that's normal. Besides, hasn't everyone already confirmed it? Although the number of enemies inside is large, their strength is limited, and they are unlikely to pose a fatal threat to the dispatched personnel..."

Feeling that the other party was being overly cautious, Cordelia chuckled nonchalantly, drawing sidelong glances and inward grumbling from the grim-faced government officials around her.

—Your claim that there is no danger to the dispatched personnel is based on your own disciples; as for others, well, that's another story.

After swallowing a vial of shimmering silver potion, wisps of pure magic welled up from it, like a gentle, sweet mountain spring, nourishing her depleted source of spellcasting power. The witch gracefully wiped the water from the corner of her lips and whispered:

"You are too fond of the younger generation. Those young guys should be given more training."

During the conversation, an official liaison officer rushed over nervously and respectfully handed over several pages of documents.

"Hawkins Laboratory, a sealed spatial rift... Ah, so it's the remnant agents of the Red Alliance."

The contents of the document came into view, and Cordelia said with some surprise, "After so long, they are still doing their best to avenge their homeland. What admirable loyalty!"

After all, it is a world superpower, and even if it is internally rigid and lazy, and has deep-rooted bureaucratic problems, its intelligence system is still not to be underestimated.

After overcoming the initial chaos, the authorities quickly sifted through a vast sea of ​​information and located an alarm record belonging to a former experimental subject of the Extraordinary Project. Following this lead, they pieced together the current situation.

After examining the documents repeatedly, Lai Hengli's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to find some clue between the lines.

Of those present, he possessed the highest level of spiritual attainment. From the beginning, he had felt a faint sense of unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

This is a common problem for high-level superhumans. Because their inspiration is too strong, they often capture inexplicable fragments of information, but when they try to investigate them, they can't find them.

"Please hurry up, everyone." He suppressed his thoughts and silently decided, "Once the alternate dimension stabilizes, we'll join forces and wipe it out completely!"

……

……

"Don't come any closer! You... and all of you, have you all gone mad?"

David, filled with shock and rage, brandished his pistol and roared at the crowd in front of him.

He felt as if he had fallen into an absurd nightmare.

Under the mysterious influence of the fog, the power supply system had long been cut off, and now the lighting is provided by a few kerosene lamps that the supermarket's electrician found.

On the cashier counter, the tools from the last era emitted a soft yellow light, illuminating faces that were not so gentle.

Inside the meticulously constructed refuge fortress, the survivors who had once worked together were now divided into two factions.

A small group of people, mostly children and youths, hid behind David, watching their relatives and friends who seemed like completely different people. A sense of bewilderment and panic filled the air.

Opposite them were a large group of middle-aged and elderly men and women, who approached step by step with strange expressions.

Wake up!

At the front of the crowd, an elderly woman in a gray sweater shouted loudly, holding up a cross hastily nailed together from two white wooden strips, her frail body trembling with excitement.

Her overly exaggerated expressions and movements made her behavior seem like a ridiculous, clumsy farce.

"Look, a miracle has occurred! I was right!" the old woman said hoarsely, her tone full of pride.

“An angel lies dormant within every devout person, and I have awakened them!”

This disaster—the fog, the monsters—stems from humanity's blasphemy and depravity; it is undoubtedly the ultimate judgment of the Lord upon the guilty!

Her shriveled lips writhed and twisted like two dehydrated slugs as she shouted, spittle flying from her mouth. Even the dark age spots on her face seemed to etch confidence and arrogance, making her look like a high and mighty judge.

"Shut up, Camor!" David blocked the children behind him, his fierce expression like that of a beast protecting its cubs. The dark muzzle of his gun gleamed with a cold metallic light, as if he wanted to shove it into her forehead.

"You old hag, you witch, what evil magic have you cast that has blinded everyone to want...want..." His palms were sweaty, and he almost dropped the gun handle, stammering as he cursed.

A slender figure stood out, the woman's bright eyes filled with piety mixed with sorrow: "My dear, Mrs. Camor is right. This is a test. Only by sacrificing the purest children can we wash away all evil and end this terrible disaster."

“Do not be afraid. Just as Abraham sacrificed Isaac, God will allow our precious child to be reborn in the holy flame. Listen… God’s decree is right there.” She opened her hands to her ears, as if listening to something, her voice dreamy and intoxicating.

The inhuman words were paired with a calm and serene expression, a bizarre and diametrically opposed statement that sent chills down the spines of everyone who remained sober.

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad..." The painter looked at his wife, Stefan, who seemed calm, and his rationality nearly snapped. He barely managed to suppress the urge to pull the trigger by clinging to a semblance of marital affection.

The heavy knives and axes fell silently, prying open tables, chairs, and even decorations and the floor.

Gray, yellow, white, and other colored wood fibers were broken and shredded, piled up haphazardly in one place, becoming a heap that grew taller and taller, and then soaked in a viscous liquid.

The strong, pungent smell of fuel immediately filled the air, instantly transporting onlookers to the Middle Ages hundreds of years ago.

Burning offering ceremony!

"Get out! Bang!" Finally, his spirit completely crushed, David fired a shot into the air, hugged his son who was already terrified, and called to the chosen "sacrifices" to run back.

"Everyone, hurry to the warehouse and close the door..." His joints suddenly tensed up, as if they had been filled with super glue, and he couldn't move a single finger.

A bone-chilling aura coursed through every muscle fiber, forming an invisible chain that bound him to the spot, leaving him helpless as a pair of gaunt, veiny hands stole his beloved.

"Ugh—!" The man's eyes were wide open, his pupils were bloodshot and almost popped out of their sockets.

He struggled with all his might, trying to break free of the invisible restraints. However, the force was like a demon from the abyss, cold and merciless, binding him tightly, leaving him only with despair as he watched the crying teenagers being bound hand and foot and then hung on the pyre.

“Look, there is fire and wood, there is fire and wood, but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?”

"My child, my child, God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering." Faces grinned foolishly, smirked, and laughed wildly as they chanted rebellious and perverse scriptures. Under the flickering lights, a scene of demons dancing wildly was reflected.

"Lord, if you truly exist, please open your eyes!" David

Crimson flames rose up, foreshadowing the human tragedy that was about to unfold.

However, at that moment, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from afar, breaking the impending despair and darkness.

The man strained to turn his eyes, and saw a dazzling golden light burst through the window and strike the festival that was about to turn into a hellish inferno.

The light spread out instantly, like a clear spring extinguishing the flames, and wherever it reached, the raging fire quickly subsided.

What followed was a heartfelt rant:

"I used to think that the mentally challenged and crazy crowds in those disaster movies were just artistic exaggerations by stupid directors. I didn't expect that I was so ignorant. If we were to describe it in the style of the old Reader's Digest, this would probably be the simple yet perverse national character of the people of the Lighthouse!"

Chapter 393 Ascending to Heaven in One Step, The Strange Old Woman

A golden light streaked across the sky, a savior descended from heaven.

David felt as if he had been launched into a rocket, instantly soaring from hell to heaven. If he weren't so immobile, he would have even knelt at the feet of the visitors and devoutly kissed their boots.

In David's eyes, the two figures bathed in rosy light were no different from angels descending from heaven, having stepped forward to save the child of a desperate father.

However, the same good deed is seen as extremely perverse by those with opposing views...

"Blasphemy!"

Like ice water poured into boiling oil, the frenzied crowd suddenly erupted, roaring in unison!

The kind-hearted white-haired old man gripped a stick, the dignified housewife raised a sharp knife, and many others simply brandished their fists and bared their teeth, charging forward with the most savage and primitive weapons, their faces contorted in ferocity.

Then… they were met head-on by a wave of milky white energy. These menacing people froze instantly, like insects trapped in glue, their movements as slow as snails. Immediately, a yellow talisman ignited, transforming into clear, melodious sounds that lingered in the air: