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

"The foundation defines your abusive and torturous behavior as antisocial personality disorder, but based on my mental profile, I have determined that you do not meet the sixteen criteria for antisocial personality disorder. Your enthusiasm for using the wounds left by torture is merely a cover for your true intentions..."

Norbert remained expressionless.

"Implanted control devices. Not mental manipulation, but control at the neuronal level, physical control!"

Norbert fell into a silent silence, seemingly unconcerned about Rhodes' discovery, his mind solely focused on his enemy in the vast, cloud-shrouded sea.

Mr. Rhodes turned to me and said, “Mr. Siennis told me that Norbert might have the ability to replicate flesh and blood. He can control others through flesh and blood, and the replicated neurons can even take over the host’s mind and become a soul puppet.”

...So, real hackers don't bother with exploiting protocol vulnerabilities or credential stuffing to steal data. They just storm into the Guizhou Data Building with two knives, carry away databases weighing tens of tons, and run away?

What a clever physical hacking technique!

“Mr. Rhodes… is it even human who can do this?” Kay stared in disbelief.

Rhodes nodded and said, "That's the strange thing. No matter how you analyze it, Norbert's chromosome characteristics are no different from ordinary people, but he has an extraordinary ability to replicate and regenerate. Even if only a piece is left, it can be reshaped and continued in a suitable environment, as if his information is permanently stored in some dimension."

The extraordinary recovery ability and the fact that she behaved like an ordinary person immediately reminded me of the strange illness that Lady Lilia suffered from.

If Norbert's miracle could be replicated, then with his extraordinary regenerative abilities, he could completely overcome Lady Lilia's incurable disease!

Mr. Rhodes is still searching... What a respectable bastard...

Thinking of this, my tone finally softened, "So, have you achieved any results?"

"Mr. Siennis doesn't know any more..."

Rhodes remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on Norbert, clearly still searching.

"Back then, I brought Lilya to Mineral Town in search of a solution. The disaster that struck Mineral Town back then has given me some insights. Perhaps the truth about the 'Twisted Point' can turn the power above humanity into an asset."

"But Old Man Hook eventually told me that the twist point in town was severely 'polluted,' and that what it released was enough to destroy the world and wouldn't help Lilia."

That horrific meme catastrophe took the lives of an entire generation in Mineral Town to quell, and was only temporarily driven away when Old Yorkson returned in a brand new version as a tentacle monster. Old Man Hook usually refuses to talk about the twist point where the "final catastrophe" is located.

But Father Carter told me that such distortions exist in many places on this planet, and are barely suppressed by the power of the Church. Mineral Town may be the most dangerous one, but it is certainly not the only one.

"'Twisted Point' can heal Lady Lilya??? You should know how terrifying that thing is, right?!"

I find it hard to accept—there's a limit to fighting poison with poison!

"It is because of Old Man Hook's personal experience that I am so confident."

Mr. Rhodes said firmly.

Uh... I really didn't expect this line of thinking. It's like how Rabbit thought that by touching Eagle across the river, Eagle had already been bald for a while, but then Eagle turned over and shouted, "The other side! There's still something to touch on the other side!"

Mr. Rhodes brushed aside the bewildered Kay and spoke to me earnestly.

“I have traveled to every twist point in the Federation and all I have seen are desolate and horrific scenes of corpses strewn across the land. But I believe that is because the twist points have been corrupted by an indescribable force. The true nature of a twist point is that it possesses the power to reshape matter and change the rules.”

He looked at Norbert, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but his voice was somewhat unsteady.

“After investigating Norbert, I suspect he may have come into contact with the ‘Twisting Point,’ but was not corrupted or corrupted by the inexplicable force…”

"...Old Man Hook said it was impossible, but I think he himself is proof enough...I'm even more certain that as long as I can find an uncontaminated 'twist point'..."

"...Once we find the pure singularity, there will definitely be a way to cure Lilia..."

Kay had been kept in the dark by his grandfather, and after hearing all this, his mind was completely blank. He finally found an opportunity to interject.

"Wait a minute! What does what you're saying have to do with our current situation? And what's the significance of this operation?"

Thunder rumbled across the sky, accompanied by eerie howls and roars echoing through the clouds. Meanwhile, Kai's headache intensified, as if something continued to interfere with his thinking.

But to my surprise, I found that Mr. Rhodes' body in front of me had also partially turned into mist, like wisps of smoke being blown away by the wind.

“Remember, Marcus, the moment of choice is approaching. All the ‘Twisted Points’ on the continent have been corrupted, and even the ancient gods have all fallen… No one can stand against the anomalies… But the Navigators’ Alliance… still controls the Ghost Route…”

Like a television set that has been distorted, Mr. Rod's figure became increasingly mottled in color, and then the frame began to collapse. Countless shapes began to become chaotic, with sharp obtuse angles, curved straight lines, and rounded cubes mixed together in a disordered state, overlapping and imprinting each other before entering the abyss of collapse.

The bubble of spatial dimensions burst before my eyes. I stretched out my hand and waved it haphazardly a couple of times, but found nothing.

I suddenly remembered that Mr. Rhodes had not had any physical contact with anyone from the moment he appeared until he disappeared.

He was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in an instant, leaving no trace. His last words echoed in my mind.

"The end of the Ghost Route... might be an uncontaminated 'Twisting Point'..."

“Lilia…”

Chapter 651 The Buddha was in Shravasti for a time

After Mr. Rod disappeared, tornadoes and terrifying thunderstorms swept across the land once again. Heavy clouds rolled and swirled, enveloping the dense sky. The extremely gloomy world was filled with violent and unpredictable energy, plowing through people's hearts again and again.

This time, however, a roar of human fury erupted from the collapsed and destroyed temporary camp.

The anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns were removed from the aircraft and placed at three intersecting capes, their flickering flames flying into the clouds and illuminating one thundercloud after another!

The remaining heavy firepower was also concentrated and, under unified command, fired at the strange, tangled shadows in the clouds.

"Marcus, why don't you lie down?"

"Weak sound and light, monotonous colors... Uh, what did you just say?"

The unrestrained and fierce firepower left Kai speechless with astonishment, and it also made me exclaim... This scene is comparable to the suburbs of a third-tier city after the Spring Festival Gala.

Nonsense. As someone who personally experienced the region where the amount of gunpowder consumed during the Spring Festival was comparable to a large-scale local war in my previous life, this is indeed not that shocking.

But this also left me with some bad habits. For example, when I hear the sound of gunfire, my first reaction is always to look up and take out my phone to take pictures, which is far from the seamless action of crouching down and covering my head in the United States.

I must say, Ada Wong did a really good job this time.

She knew that "truth lies only within the range of artillery" and had a deep understanding of the formula that "the purity of truth is highly correlated with caliber and yield." The timing of the organized counterattack was just right, effectively boosting morale.

Combined with the technical team led by Spyro Jr., this perfectly demonstrated the combat effectiveness of the unit—provided that the two of them could work together effectively.

At times like this, it's about proving that my firepower... cough cough, no, my truth is above yours.

In any case, the source of this counterattack's anger and courage lies in the human figures rapidly traversing the clouds.

At this moment, the thunderstorm clouds continued to descend, reaching a height of less than 500 meters from us, and the strange phenomena in the rolling thick clouds became increasingly clear.

Each time the lightning snakes intertwined, they outlined eerie shadows behind the clouds. The dragon-like monsters writhing in the clouds transformed into various terrifying forms, wielding their ferocious claws and manipulating red and purple lightning.

But at this current altitude, distances that were previously only achievable at the speed of light are now easily covered at the speed of sound. Amidst the lightning and thunder, everyone heard the resounding thuds of fists and saw figures flying everywhere, confirming once again that a human was indeed roaming among them.

"Cease fire! The monster hasn't reached its designated position yet!"

I found Ada Wong and gave her my advice.

Ada Wong was taking inventory of the munitions stockpile at the moment, moving quickly between the various positions. She was not annoyed when I suddenly stopped her.

"Marcus, the monsters and clouds in the sky are descending rapidly and have entered our strike range. Are you sure this order is accurate?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "Zack is doing everything he can to lure the monster to the surface; that will be the key to victory!"

"Okay, you know your people better than I do."

Without saying a word, Agent E immediately ordered, "Pass the word: cease fire everywhere!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, but the pressure on my shoulders seemed to grow heavier without my noticing.

“Take me to see the wounded. Have Mr. Rhodes and Gray woken up yet?” I asked Ada Wong beside me.

Upon arriving at the medical tent, the medical staff guarding the medical pod replied, "The patient shows no signs of waking up. Mr. Rhodes' monitoring indicators fluctuated ten minutes ago, but he ultimately did not wake up."

Looking at the cold medical pod, I suddenly felt a little envious of the two guys who had fainted prematurely.

Mr. Rhodes, why do you think that I alone can turn the tide in this desperate situation?

After a long silence, Agent E suddenly said in a low voice, "You seem to have something to say?"

That's when I realized that Ada Wong seemed to have been staring at me ever since she came in.

I spread my hands, "Do you know what fishing is? Oh, not those guys in fishing forums, but real fishing..."

I rambled on, "Fishing should involve someone casting a line and a fish biting. But right now, I feel like this pond is full of hooks, not a single fish, just a bunch of hooks on hooks..."

"Sir! The sky outside has changed!"

The alarm suddenly went off. Agent E and I exchanged a glance, then rushed out of the tent, looking up at the gloomy, towering sky.

One loud bang after another, loud enough to shatter eardrums at close range, the thick, sea-like clouds tore open a hole, and a strange, dark head drooped down from the clouds, spurting black blood all over its body, falling helplessly from the clouds!

On the rapidly falling behemoth, everyone could see a terrifying figure with bristling hair and beard, wide-open eyes, and bulging muscles, like a demon descending to earth, tightly gripping the monster's long horn on its back, riding on the dragon's head as it chased after it!

"They actually did it... Shoot! Open fire now! Aim at the monster and go all out!"

The once quiet and silent battlefield instantly awakened layer by layer, centered on the area where Ada Wong and I were. Fires and smoke rose up like wildfire again, all aimed at the monster in the sky!

At this moment, everyone's hearts were inspired by the will to survive, ignoring the physical difference between the monster tens of meters tall and humans, and demonstrating the courage that humans could unleash in the face of death.

I didn't hold a gun; I just stood in the middle of the position, gently stroking the cold First Dimension Armguard, using the icy touch to control my emotions, coldly watching the sky, not missing a single detail.

A crimson monster, Red Gilas, was still manipulating the thunderclouds within the clouds, but it had not yet revealed itself, leaving the twin monsters to be attacked and ravaged.

If the other party has such grudges, then it's the perfect opportunity to defeat them one by one...

Thanks to my extraordinary eyesight, I clearly saw the grotesque, dragon-like monster, Blackgilas, plummeting from the clouds. Its bloated body was covered in cannon fire, its nauseating wing membranes torn apart by munitions, its painful gasps growing weaker with each explosion. It tried to climb upwards, but was interrupted by Zack's combined punches and kicks; victory seemed almost within its grasp…

But I still felt something was wrong. Some memories were on the verge of resurfacing, but I couldn't grasp the key points, which only made my inner worries stronger.

"Marcus! Where are you! I brought the things!"

Kay finally arrived from the beach, holding up the No. 113 ray gun and shouting.

Uh, I was running so fast I completely forgot about my gun.

Fortunately, Kai was quick-witted and chose to come from the beach with a gun instead of carrying people, otherwise I would be wielding a backfired Norbert and fighting the falling monster to the death.

"I'm here! Kay, give me the gun right now!"

I also raised my hands to form a human wave, hoping to get Kay's attention.

However, the scene was too chaotic, and amidst the smoke, Kai could only judge the direction of the sounds and slowly grope his way here. It seemed to be only a matter of time.

My heart calmed down a little, and I looked at the monster in the sky again.

They were now less than 100 meters away from us, and the tug-of-war between the two sides had become intense, but Zach still had the upper hand.

Zach opened his eyes, devoid of white, amidst the howling wind. Veins slithered across his bare torso like snakes, and his terrifying, iron-like, grayish-white muscles swelled once more. He punched the toad-like synaptic skin of Black Gilas, splattering black pus and blood, which accelerated his descent once more.

But amidst the pitiful cries, I suddenly saw the monster's eyes.

Those eyes, as red as lanterns and filled with cruelty and malice, suddenly opened!