The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

The center of the Atlantic Ocean.

There was no wind, no waves, and even the natural flow of the sea seemed to be frozen by some domineering rule. Unlike the vibrant life thriving in the Dragon Summer controlled area, this place was suffocatingly quiet, as if the entire space had been vacuumed.

The enormous light gate that had been suspended in mid-air was now fully open.

There were no choir hymns, no shower of flowers. Only a sickening, grating scraping sound echoed across the desolate sea.

"Crunch—Squeak—"

It was like the sound of a rusty nail being forcibly pulled out of a bone.

The white light behind the door wasn't a warm, milky white, but a ghastly pale one. This white resembled the sheets covering corpses in a hospital morgue, or a specimen soaked in formaldehyde for a long time, exuding an absolute, unquestionable "cleanliness."

One hand gripped the door frame.

The hand was enormous, so large that just five fingers gripping the doorframe looked like five pale, mountain-like peaks pressing down. But the hand was not beautiful; in the very center of the back of the hand was a thick, jet-black nail covered in rust.

Dark golden blood seeped out from the cracks in the rusted nails and dripped onto the sea surface.

"Sizzle."

The seawater was scalded by this drop of blood, creating a huge hole. Immediately afterward, the seawater within a radius of a hundred miles boiled instantly, then quickly turned gray and white, eventually becoming a lifeless liquid similar to limewater.

Immediately afterwards, a huge thing "squeezed" out.

One hundred meters? Two hundred meters?

On the sea, where there are no reference points, it is difficult to determine its exact height. It has a near-perfect human physique, with every muscle line as if it were sculpted from marble, without any excess fat or skin texture, so smooth that it sends chills down your spine.

It has no face.

His face was a smooth, pale white, except for a vertical crack in the center of his forehead. A single golden eye was embedded in it, with no whites around the eyeball, only dense, constantly rotating, intricate runes.

Six enormous wings spread out behind it, but not a single feather was present. They were bone wings pieced together from countless stark white bones, with that sacred yet sweet-smelling golden blood constantly seeping from the joints.

The six-winged angel of judgment.

Top-tier combatants in Western mythology, "scavengers" of higher-dimensional worlds.

It hovered on the sea surface, making no sound. Its single eye coldly surveyed the shattered world, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like a senior programmer scrutinizing flawed code.

……

Not far from the portal, on the ruins of an isolated island destroyed by the previous viral storm.

A disgusting, wriggling mass of flesh was struggling to crawl out of a crevice in the rock.

This is "Doctor".

Although the "Virus Reversal" led by Su Yun destroyed the base and killed all the staff, the Doctor managed to survive in a hopeless situation thanks to his special poison master profession and excellent physical condition.

But his current state can hardly be described as "living".

All his bones were shattered, and the collapse of his genetic chain caused his muscle fibers to grow wildly like uncontrolled weeds, turning him into a complete mutated mess.

For an ordinary person, such pain would be enough to cause a mental breakdown or suicide. But the doctor did not.

Looking at the towering, pale figure in the distance, the lump of mud felt no fear whatsoever; instead, it trembled violently.

"Finally...it's here..."

A muffled gurgling sound came from the rotting flesh. The doctor dragged his heavy body, crawling desperately towards the sea. Sharp rocks tore at his skin, causing green pus to ooze out, but he was completely unaware.

This is the truth he seeks!

This is the ultimate form of evolution!

Human dignity and the continuation of the race are meaningless dust in the face of such perfect "higher-dimensional life"! The only honor for lower-dimensional life is to become a part of them or to be enslaved by them.

"Lord...look here..."

The doctor writhed desperately, his fleshy body twisting and turning, enduring excruciating pain with every movement, yet he continued to crawl toward the angels, leaving a long, foul-smelling trail of pus and blood on the beach.

The angel seemed to have noticed the movement of the ant beneath its feet.

It lowered its head slightly.

The enormous, one-eyed doctor was locked on. His gaze held no pity, no disgust, not even the perception of him as a living being. In the angel's data-driven vision, he was merely a mass of carbon-based organic matter severely contaminated by low-level energy, garbage to be disposed of.

Just a second before the angel was about to unleash the destructive beam, the doctor struggled to raise his head, which was now unrecognizable, and through his remaining psychic abilities, emitted a wave that only higher-dimensional beings could decipher:

"I am... the guide..."

"The East... is uncertain... that's the source of the virus... a malignant tumor hindering your efforts to purify the world..."

The doctor was intelligent, maintaining extreme egoism even in his madness. He didn't cry for help, didn't shout in pain, and certainly didn't utter empty platitudes like "I am your loyal servant." Faced with such an absolutely rational war machine, demonstrating value and providing intelligence were the only means of survival.

The angel paused for a fraction of a second.

It did not speak, but slowly raised its right hand, which was pierced by rust.

A drop of golden divine blood detached from the fingertip and fell vertically.

"Clatter".

The drop of blood landed precisely in the center of the doctor's rotting flesh.

The next second, a chilling "time rewind" begins.

There was no warm, holy light, only a cold, forced correction. The mutated muscles that had grown unchecked on the Doctor's body seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, instantly collapsing, withering, and carbonizing. The broken bones crackled and popped beneath the flesh as an invisible force forcibly straightened and put them back in their proper places.

The feeling was as if countless unseen hands, wielding scalpels and sutures, were piecing this pile of rotten flesh back into a human form in an extremely short time.

Excruciating pain? Of course.

But the doctor was laughing, laughing hysterically.

In just three seconds.

The monster on the beach disappeared. In its place stood a tall, slender man with pale, sickly skin.

His white coat, which had been torn to shreds, was now restored to its original state, even becoming spotless. His gold-rimmed glasses were once again perched on his nose, the lenses reflecting a cold glint in the pale holy light.

The doctor lowered his head, looking at his fair, strong hands, which even seemed to radiate a faint holy light.

He could sense that the virus in his body had not disappeared, but had been "formatted" by another, more domineering and advanced force.

It was absolute obedience, absolute order.

"This is... the power of God."

The doctor elegantly adjusted his glasses, then knelt down on one knee in front of the hundred-meter-tall giant.

There was no servile kowtowing; he was like a proper butler paying homage to his master.

"Praise be to you for your arrival." The Doctor's voice regained its cold, magnetic quality. "I am the Doctor, and I am happy to serve you in cleaning up this world filled with base desires and chaotic disorder."

The angel did not respond to his service.

It raised its head again, its single eye ignoring the curvature of the Earth, piercing through layers of clouds, and looking towards the far east.

There, nine golden suns hung in the sky, radiating heat that made it extremely uncomfortable.

That's a different set of rules.

A passionate, unrestrained, and vibrant "Eastern rule".

In the angels' logic library, any energy that does not belong to the "Holy Light" system is heretical, is a virus, and needs to be formatted.

"All light should return to one."

A vast, cold, and emotionless spiritual wave instantly swept across the entire Atlantic Ocean.

next moment.

The six bone wings on the angel's back suddenly trembled.

"boom--!!!"

The sea surface instantly collapsed, creating a deep crater several kilometers in diameter.

That was a pure burst of power.

The angel's enormous body broke the sound barrier in an instant... no, it was five times the speed of sound!

It transformed into a pale streak of light, skimming the surface of the sea, and hurtling straight eastward with an unreasonable momentum. Wherever it passed, the ocean was forcibly cleaved open, creating a vacuum trench hundreds of meters deep. The seawater on both sides didn't even have time to fill back in before being evaporated into a sky full of white mist by the intense heat.

The doctor stood on the deserted island, watching the white light disappear into the distance. His smile grew wider and wider until it turned into maniacal laughter.

"Go! Go!"

"Whether it's that laughable traditional Chinese medicine or the pretentious Eastern mythology, they're all just fragile bubbles in the face of true dimensional overwhelming power!"

"Longxia, are you ready to face God's judgment?"