Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Yes, Shen Jue even turned on the live chat after he gave his speech during this global live stream.

The instant Shen Jue turned on the bullet screen function.

The barrage of comments exploded in a fraction of a second.

[Japanese]: "What a joke, you lunatic!"

[English]: "FUCK YOU!"

[Russian]: "Who gave him that power???"

[Arabic]: "Is this some new form of terrorist attack?"

[Spanish]: "My mom just called to ask if I saw it too."

Fear comes first, followed closely by anger.

Shen Jue watched the scrolling comments with great interest; the live stream automatically filtered out meaningless information and insults.

The signal source for this global live broadcast was not a satellite, not a fiber optic cable, and not any communication protocol known to humankind.

It is the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of people, the Fujiang Aberration Type I, whose nerve bundles are interwoven to form a global biomass server array.

The biomass server array forcibly tears open the display buffer of each screen directly from the underlying network signal.

As for how Shen Jue did it? Don't ask, the answer is 1400 times the superposition of talent ability.

Shen Jue left the chair and led Tong Hui and Amano Tsukiko to the outer edge of the Wall of Flesh and Blood.

The sight before them plunged humanity from all nations into terror: the seemingly endless Aberration Type II was writhing and turning into a sea of ​​flesh and blood.

The camera followed Shen Jue's perspective, focusing on Distortion Type II.

On the twisted, fleshy carpet of Aberration Type II, grayish-white Aberration Type I was being continuously squeezed out.

These mutant types have complete facial features, bodies, female organs, and even the beauty mark at the corner of their eye.

Almost an endless number of Tomies are born from the flesh and blood of the Aberration Type II.

Meanwhile, the newly born aberration type I are climbing.

They are climbing a tower made of flesh and blood.

It was a tower formed by countless intertwined Fue rivers, which, under the influence of the mutated T virus, transformed into a tower with hardness and toughness far exceeding that of special aerospace materials.

Tomie's movements have a quality that makes it impossible to look away.

It's not the twisted crawling seen in horror movies, but a kind of precise and terrifying instinctive coordination that is closer to the social behavior of insects.

Each Aberration Type I found its own climbing path in a specific location, without collisions, without fighting, and without unnecessary movements.

When their fingers and toes come into contact with Tomie, which makes up the tower, they secrete a transparent, sticky liquid that makes each attachment incredibly secure.

Tomie and the others climbed slowly, but they never stopped.

One after another, layer upon layer, climbing upwards from the base of the tower.

When the Tomies reach a certain height, they stop climbing.

Their bodies began to freeze in that position, then slowly stretched out their limbs, like a flower blooming slowly in time-lapse photography.

The skin surface is cracked, and the edges of the crack are smooth and neat, like a carefully designed work of art.

A translucent, petal-shaped membrane grows from the crack, curling outwards layer by layer, its edges trembling slightly in the air with tiny tendrils.

Flesh and blood are fixed to the ever-growing tower, while mucus overflows from the base of the petal membrane, flowing down the tower and solidifying into new vascular patterns where it flows, adding a new layer of structure to the tower.

This is just like a flower of flesh and blood in full bloom.

The live chat exploded again at this moment.

[French]: "My God! My God! My God!"

[Korean]: "Is this real?! Isn't this CG?! This has to be CG!"

[Portuguese]: "I threw up!"

[Chinese]: "My friend in Brazil said there's one right outside his window! Also, is this really content that can be live-streamed?"

[Hindi]: "These things are growing outside our village too!"

The reaction in the live chat was relatively good. Shen Jue deliberately blurred the details of the live stream to prevent anyone from fainting on the spot after seeing these impactful scenes.

Although, people around the world are constantly building towers of flesh and blood for Type II aberrations.

"Don't try to attack these towers; they are humanity's hope," Shen Jue shouted. "Let the towers grow."

The live chat exploded again.

[German]: "How can we trust you?"

[Italian]: "I say it's such a waste to have so many beautiful women."

[English]: "I want one."

[Japanese]: "Me too."

[Chinese]: "+1".

[Chinese]: "He suddenly stood up as a sign of respect."

[Chinese]: "The ones above are a bit far from people."

[Arabic]: "How long will it last? How high will it be built?"

[French]: "...fuck".

Human anger and fear have not disappeared, but something else has infiltrated them.

Kirie spoke but Amano Tsukiko remained silent, quietly serving as background figures.

Shen Jue looked at the comment "Suddenly stood up to show respect" in the barrage, and the corner of his mouth subtly turned up by a fraction of a millimeter.

"You guys are more optimistic than I expected," Shen Jue said with a smile.

Shen Jue turned the camera back to the scene, where the sea of ​​flesh behind her was still churning. The Aberration II was working hard to spit out Tomie one after another, and the Tomie that was spat out would consciously climb up the tower. The scene was as orderly as a highly automated assembly line.

Another comment drifted by: "Do you have some kind of unusual fetish?"

"What are you talking about?" Shen Jue actually replied to this comment.

"I used Tomie to build the Tower of Flesh and Blood because this vessel of curses has the special ability to increase its value infinitely."

"I have absolutely no other intentions."

Shen Jue looked at the towers of flesh and blood that were being built and growing taller.

[French]: "He described a horror movie as a home decorating show."

[English]: "Brother, are you here to rule the world, or to show off your peculiar fetishes?"

[in Chinese]: "Dude, can I spare one of Tomie? I'm serious."

[Japanese]: "Wake up, upstairs!"

[Chinese]: "I'm perfectly clear-headed. Hellstar is coming, and I still don't have a girlfriend."

[Chinese]: "111, does pressing 1 really send Tomie?"

The style of the comments section was going off in a way that Shen Jue hadn't anticipated.

Fear remains, anger remains, but the human species has a strange trait.

When their fear becomes overwhelming, they start telling jokes.

It's not that we're no longer afraid, but rather that we're using humor as a support to hold up the sky that's about to collapse.

"How much longer until we reach Hell Star?" Shen Jue suddenly turned his head and asked, as if he were asking Tong Hui, or perhaps the unseen countdown.

"It will be soon, Lord Shen Jue," Amano Tsukiko said calmly.

"Within seventy-two hours."

Shen Jue smiled slightly upon hearing Amano Tsukiko's words.