There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

He recalled the pioneering years that could be described as peaceful and wonderful, trying his best not to think about those utterly failed memories, nor to recall those old friends who often haunted his dreams.

The sky was so blue the day I left; I wish I could see it again...

"I've been running away my whole life, and I'm tired."

He pursed his toothless lips, then laboriously shook the bell beside him, summoning the servants waiting outside the study door.

“Write a letter to Harris and ask him to come back…”

He hesitated for a moment, then gave the order.

"Then dial the number on this piece of paper..."

"I'll come to pick you up myself."

Chapter 167 An's Attack

"His hands can still move, and his feet are still there."

Harris lay exhausted on the cold ground, futilely trying to confirm his condition. His rapidly working mind confirmed that he was still alive, but whether his limbs were intact or whether his mind and body had undergone any changes were things he could not guarantee.

After lying there for a while, he opened his eyes, rolled over and lay on his back on the ground. He saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, emitting a cold light, and stared blankly for a long time.

"I...succeeded?"

Harris touched his clothes, which were torn in many places, but all the parts of his body were still intact, and the gun at his waist had not been fired.

"So you're saying I didn't shoot myself in a fit of madness?"

He touched the badge he was wearing on his chest, pressed his fingers hard against the sharp edge, and only when he confirmed that he was still feeling pain and bleeding did he truly emerge from the state of deprivation of his five senses and feel the evidence that he was still alive!

As expected, old Yorkson's method worked!

Through the research of Old Yorkson and the attempts of many others, the correct method to expel the "final calamity" was confirmed: when the astrological signs were wrong and the star "gate" was open, someone deprived themselves of their senses to enter it and visualized and depicted the sacred seal.

Relying on the unique nature of that prison of time and space, the visualized holy seal will take physical form and act as a ward to the "final calamity," thereby resisting its invasion!

If successful, we can get through this period of astrological misalignment and usher in a period of peace.

However, if two people enter, the destructive power of the "final calamity" will double, and they will probably not even be able to complete the mine path in the lagoon before they die.

If the meme infects too many people, the terrifying contamination could even escape from the mines, causing an ultimate catastrophe that destroys the entire system. Maintaining a balance is the key challenge of this extermination effort.

Early detection of anomalies, bold entry into the mine, and timely manifestation of the Holy Seal—these three points constitute all he needs to do.

Harris lay on the open tunnel overgrown with thorns, about to burst into laughter to release the pressure in his heart, when suddenly an unusual feeling swept over his entire body...

The clear, bright moonlight gradually took on an eerie hue, its radiance thick and heavy like a dark yellow liquid, staining everything beneath the moon and transforming Mount Mados into a bizarre and unparalleled place.

Under the seemingly magical yellow moonlight, a faint, ethereal light flickered. Harris watched in despair as a towering figure, its countless limbs swaying, emerged from the darkness of the mine's depths, transcending the boundaries of illusion and reality, and arrived on this land!

"Impossible! I...I definitely succeeded!"

Harris's pupils suddenly contracted, almost shrinking to a point, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes. An immense sense of terror overwhelmed his mind.

Was this terrifying thing released because of his failure?

Harris quickly stood up and stood on the thorny tunnel, gazing at the dark and gloomy place.

A faint and affected sound emanated from the void, like someone being choked while playing an off-key violin chord, tormenting the listeners' auditory nerves.

A stench emanated from the cave, creeping across the ground as if it were a tangible presence. Even the thorns, usually resilient to harsh conditions, quickly withered and died.

As for its appearance, it was beyond human imagination. It was completely black, dripping with black liquid, and countless tentacles pulsated on its dark body, like a constantly wriggling and pulsating block of jelly.

The monster was bloated and repulsive; the huge mass had no head, no face, no eyes, but was covered with insatiable cracks.

Such monsters would flaunt their identities under the moonlight, displaying their limbs in a showy manner.

Harris felt dizzy after just two glances. It felt like a block of iron was stuck in his head, pressing tightly on the nerves inside his skull. The pain seeped in from the inside out, quickly reaching his forehead and eyes.

The pain in my forehead felt like a drill bit grinding and drilling, trying to carve a delicate hole between my eyebrows. The pain in my eyes felt like the pumping of an air pump, violently pounding into the inside of my eyeballs and causing tension and spasms in my nerves.

Harris lowered his head in agony, covering his eyes with his hands. Soon, blood seeped from his eyes, staining them crimson, and his vision transformed into a bizarre world of mingled yellow and red.

"As expected, when I entered, there were only spirits... and a holy seal protecting them... the physical body alone really couldn't withstand it... the corruption of these things..."

Harris spoke haltingly, his left hand suppressing the bleeding as he desperately searched for Gotz's figure, while his right hand pressed against the badge on his chest.

Gotz was originally stationed in this area, waiting for him to return after completing his mission. But now Gotz has disappeared without a trace.

"No... Gotz's expulsion also caused a mess; he should have been able to guess that..."

Harris recalled Gotz's words, clearly remembering Gotz telling him that under the influence of the potion, he had forgotten many things, but he distinctly remembered something leaking out, which led to his attack and severe injuries...

So Gots didn't disappear by accident, but rather anticipated this outcome and deliberately went into hiding.

Although Harris still couldn't figure out how Gotz had escaped from the monster's clutches and how he had managed to hold out until the monster was exhausted and returned to its lair.

This terrifying creature, even if it is far less than the "ultimate calamity" in the prison at the end of time and space in the mine, is still an evil existence that ordinary people cannot reach!

Harris was still anxiously searching for Gotz's whereabouts. But his goal wasn't to wait for his reinforcements... but rather to get him as far away as possible!

"I hope you can stay away from me, Gotz..."

Harris stood up, looked back deeply at the distant lights, and a resolute look flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

His steps were heavy, but slow and firm as he walked toward the dark waves, where countless limbs swayed.

He tried his best to keep his head down and his eyes closed, trying not to look closely at the maddening, twisted shadow, but countless pressures still traveled through him with the ripples of the earth. The monster emitted a world-disrupting aura, irresistibly filling him with wounds.

Blood flowed continuously from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground that stretched crookedly forward.

The black behemoth seemed to have caught a whiff of blood, letting out a strange, gleeful laugh as it moved its massive, mountain-like body toward Harris's location.

"Come on...come closer...closer..."

Harris mumbled incoherently, clinging to his last ounce of willpower as he continued forward, refusing to collapse.

He couldn't imagine how Old Man Hook had managed to defeat something even more ferocious than this giant and cause such massive destruction outside the mine.

But today, this is his battlefield...

"bring it on……"

Harris silently touched the badge on his chest again, then stood resolutely in front of the writhing giant, saying haltingly, "Stop... there's no road ahead... this is... beyond this is my hometown..."

The writhing, indescribable being howled in bewilderment, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities. But Harris also gave a cold laugh.

Just then, a streak of silver light suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by an uncontrollable explosion and a violent earthquake!

Chapter 168 An's Attack

"Boom!"

As Harris recovered from the explosion, a massive burst of fire erupted from the forest, billowing smoke and ash that illuminated the previously dark, yellowish sky. The intense, fiery red flames dispelled the seemingly magical yellow glow!

The area outside the mine was filled with fallen trees and a cacophony of noise. The lake water began to boil, vegetation snapped one after another, and the sounds of flames burning and exploding tree trunks came from all directions.

Not long ago, the devastating shockwave of the explosion suddenly spread out, radiating outwards from the center point, carrying dust and rushing out, instantly filling his field of vision.

At the same time, the ground shook violently. The originally solid ground was destroyed by the huge kinetic energy, and even the multi-level mine shafts underfoot collapsed, making people feel dizzy and swaying on the spot. Finally, they had no choice but to stick to the ground and let themselves become a small boat in the storm.

The epicenter of the explosion was right where the monster had appeared. The jet-black, irrational behemoth had completely dried up its black liquid and was covered in scalded wounds. The countless tentacles that once pulsated on its dark body were now broken into pieces, scattered across the surrounding ground.

That constantly wriggling and throbbing jelly block has now become a lamb to the slaughter on the mat, struggling helplessly, twisting, and rotting.

The massive explosion engulfed the monster in a short time, creating a fiery hell that seemed to transform Harris's rage into flames of revenge, mercilessly scorching the enemy before him.

The giant monster's sharp, cold laugh transformed into a deep roar, conveying its suppressed rage through its mutilated vocal organs.

But the wriggling meat on this plate is firmly pinned down by a veritable giant fork!

As the smoke cleared, Harris looked out and saw a metal rod gleaming with a cold light, mercilessly piercing the body of the monstrous creature that had corrupted reason, piercing through the black sores that were rotting the world, and physically nailing this strange thing that should not exist in the world to the gap between the two worlds!

It was a giant, silvery-white rod made of tungsten-titanium alloy, 30 centimeters in diameter, 10.2 meters long, and weighing 6 tons!

This long-awaited ultimate weapon was launched from a platform consisting of two satellites in orbit. These high-density metal rods, guided by the satellites, were further precisely controlled using small rockets on their own.

Ultimately, the giant tungsten-titanium alloy rod, having accumulated the enormous kinetic energy generated during its free fall, can strike its target with the speed of a meteor and the power of a missile, causing massive damage!

Due to its unique design of two balls and a handle, this weapon is known as the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon, or simply the "Armstrong Cannon"!

It also has another name: "The Rod of God"!

Harris stared in disbelief at the enormous weapon standing before him; its towering column truly resembled the scepter of God, used to punish the sinners of the world.

The originally enormous and bloated black monster was like a ridiculous doll in front of this weapon. No matter how much it struggled, roared, or wriggled, it could not escape the judgment of heaven.

Even Harris, the instigator, whose rationality was on the verge of collapse, was almost overwhelmed, worshipped, and subjugated by the greatness of this human creation. This naked intimidation and destruction far surpassed the elaborate schemes of all the villains in the world, bringing a tremendous shock to the soul.

This terrifying weapon was Harris's ultimate plan to punish evil. He painstakingly gained control of this space-based weapon and used his connections to pre-mark its surface with holy seals to deal with the enemies that would soon appear on Mount Mads.

Even without considering the Holy Seal, the "Staff of God" is an immeasurably powerful weapon! According to the kinetic energy theorem, the tungsten-titanium alloy giant pillar, after free fall acceleration, can reach a speed of over 10000 kilometers per hour, and its six-ton ​​weight will be converted into a massive explosion with the equivalent of more than 12 tons of TNT!

What does this mean? The MOAB (Metal-on-Aero-Air Bomb), a massive fuel-air explosive weapon that is standard issue for deep-space fleets and used for planetary bombardment, has the explosive power equivalent to 12 tons of TNT! It is already the most powerful non-nuclear conventional weapon, the strongest weapon in the world below nuclear weapons!

However, while air-fueled bombs are highly destructive, they involve launching or dropping liquid-fueled projectiles into the air above a target. Within a predetermined time, the container explodes, releasing the fuel, which mixes with the air to form an aerosol cloud of a certain concentration. A second detonation can then produce a fireball at a high temperature of around 2500°C, followed by a regional blast shockwave, which destroys the target and kills personnel.

The explosions and flames from this Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon are merely byproducts. Its most important function is concentrating energy on a single point for precise, area-wide strikes, effortlessly destroying large building complexes and underground bunkers hundreds of meters deep!

Harris chose this ultimate plan after careful consideration, aiming to precisely kill the enemy without erasing the town from the map.

The flames burned fiercely, showing no sign of extinguishing, and even the damp grass and trees of spring could not stop the raging fire.

A spark accidentally flared up Harris's uniform, setting the hem ablaze. Unfazed, he tore open his tattered coat, revealing the exoskeleton armor he wore underneath!

The massive explosion at close range inevitably affected Harris. Even though the exoskeleton armor fully protected parts of his body, the exposed skin was still badly injured, and his internal organs and brain were also impacted by the blast. Simultaneously, the previous mental shock caused his blood to gushed out, and blood was flowing profusely from his seven orifices.

Harris gritted his teeth and pressed the emergency button. From inside the exoskeleton armor, more than a dozen tiny needles extended and quickly began intravenous injections, injecting adrenaline, life support, body repair serum, and other emergency drugs into his body all at once.

He rolled on the ground in agony, then found himself quickly regaining his mobility, able to stand up unsteadily. But he knew this was just an illusion caused by the drug; in reality, his body was still riddled with wounds, and the internal injuries the medication had barely managed to control hadn't truly healed. The short-term boost in mobility would have severe long-term consequences!

"There's no time to complain... I need to understand everything..."

Harris had anticipated this. The weapon's weakness was its need for precise guidance. Even the slightest deviation would render the accumulated kinetic energy a laughable waste, causing it to miss the enemy unscathed.

When faced with such a suddenly appearing enemy, you can only control your course and accurately hit the opponent by standing within ten meters!

Therefore, he also prepared the deep space fleet's most advanced exoskeleton armor to protect himself at the center of the explosion and support his body for subsequent activities!

Under the blazing firelight, Harris, relying on his exoskeleton and a high-power-density drive system to assist his limb movements, distributed, balanced, and alleviated the burden on his body, helping him move forward step by step, closer and closer to the struggling, howling unclean thing…