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76: Chapter 76 Angels DescendThe center of the Atlantic Ocean.

There was no wind, no waves, and even the natural flow of the seawater seemed to be forcibly frozen by some domineering rule. Unlike the vibrant vitality where all things competed in the Dragon Summer controlled area, it was suffocatingly quiet here, as if the entire space had been vacuumed.

The massive gate of light, suspended in mid-air, was now wide open.

There was no choir singing hymns, nor were there flowers raining from the sky. Only a tooth-aching, scalp-numbing sound of friction echoed through this dead sea.

”Creak—”

It sounded like a rusty iron nail being forcibly pulled out from between bones.

The white light behind the door was not a warm milky white, but a ghastly pale one. This white was much like the sheets covering corpses in a hospital morgue, or like specimens soaked in formalin for a long time, exuding an absolute, unquestionable ’cleanliness.’

A hand gripped the doorframe.

This hand was huge—so huge that merely five fingers gripping the edge of the door felt like five pale mountain peaks pressing down. But this hand was not beautiful; in the very center of its back, a thick, black, rust-covered long nail was driven through.

Dark golden blood seeped through the gaps of the rusty nail and dripped onto the sea surface.

”Sizzle.”

A single drop of this blood scalded a massive hole into the seawater. Immediately after, the sea within a hundred-mile radius boiled instantly, then rapidly turned gray and white, finally becoming a dead liquid similar to lime water.

Then, a behemoth ’squeezed’ its way out.

One hundred meters? Two hundred meters?

On the sea surface, lacking points of reference, it was difficult to define its specific height. It possessed an almost perfect human physique; the lines of every muscle looked as if they were finely carved from marble, with no excess fat and no skin texture, so smooth it sent a chill to the heart.

It had no face.

Its face was a smooth expanse of pale white, except for the center of its forehead, where a vertical slit had opened. A single golden eye was embedded within; there was no white around the eyeball, only dense, constantly rotating, precise runes.

Six massive wings spread out behind it, but they had no feathers. They were bone wings constructed from countless forest-white bones, and the joints were still constantly seeping that holy yet sickly-sweet golden blood.

Six-Winged Archangel of Judgment.

A top-tier combat power in Western mythological systems, a ’Scavenger’ of the high-dimensional world.

It suspended itself above the sea without making a sound. Its single eye coldly scanned this broken world without any emotional fluctuation, like an Advanced programmer scrutinizing code full of bugs.

...

Not far from the gate of light, on the wreckage of a lonely island destroyed by the previous virus storm.

A disgusting, writhing mass of flesh was laboriously crawling out from a crevice in the rocks.

This was ’the Doctor.’

Although the ’Virus Backflow’ led by Su Yun had destroyed the base and killed all the staff, the Doctor had managed to linger on in a desperate situation thanks to his special Poison Master class and exceptional physical fitness.

But his current state could hardly be called ’living.’

His bones were shattered, and the collapse of his gene chain caused muscle fibers to grow wildly like out-of-control weeds; his entire being had completely mutated into a puddle of mud.

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

Looking at that towering pale figure in the distance, this pile of mud not only felt no fear but instead began to tremble violently.

”Finally... it’s here...”

A muffled gurgling sound came from the rotten meat. The Doctor dragged his heavy body, crawling toward the sea regardless of everything. Sharp reefs cut through his skin, leaking green pus, but he was completely oblivious.

This was the truth he pursued!

This was the ultimate form of evolution!

What was human dignity? What was the continuation of a race? Before such a perfect ’high-dimensional life,’ everything was meaningless dust! Only becoming a part of them, or being enslaved by them, was the sole honor for low-dimensional life.

”Lord... look here...”

The Doctor desperately wriggled his mud-like body. Even though every movement brought pain like being sliced alive, he still crawled toward the angel, dragging a long trail of foul-smelling pus and blood across the beach.

The angel seemed to notice the movement of this ant beneath its feet.

It lowered its head slightly.

Its massive single eye locked onto the Doctor. There was no pity in its gaze, no disgust, and it didn’t even view him as a living being. In the angel’s data vision, this was merely a mass of carbon-based organic matter heavily contaminated by low-level energy, belonging to the category of trash that should be cleaned up.

Just a second before the angel was about to descend a beam of destruction, the Doctor struggled to lift his head, which could no longer be recognized as such, and through his residual mental powers, he emitted a frequency that only high-dimensional beings could parse:

”I am... the Guide...”

”In the East... there is a variable... that is the source of the virus... the tumor that hinders you from purifying the world...”

The Doctor was very clever; even in his madness, he maintained an extreme level of egoism. He did not cry for help, did not shout in pain, and certainly did not say empty nonsense like ’I am your loyal servant.’ Facing such an absolutely rational war machine, only demonstrating value and providing intelligence were the only chips for survival.

The angel’s movements paused for a thousandth of a second.

It did not speak, but it slowly raised its right hand, which was pierced by the rusty nail.

A drop of golden divine blood separated from its fingertip and fell vertically.

”Plip.”

This drop of blood accurately struck the center of the Doctor’s rotten flesh.

In the next second, a hair-raising ’time reversal’ began.

There was no warmth of Holy Light shining down, only a cold, forced correction. The mutated muscles growing wildly on the Doctor’s body seemed to have met their natural enemy, instantly collapsing, withering, and carbonizing. Broken bones crackled under his skin and flesh, forcibly straightened and returned to their places by an invisible force.

That feeling was as if countless invisible hands, holding scalpels and sutures, had ’reassembled’ this pile of rotten meat back into human form in an extremely short time.

Was there intense pain? Of course.

But the Doctor was laughing, laughing hysterically.

In just three short seconds.

The monster on the beach disappeared. In its place was a tall man with skin so pale it was almost sickly.

The white lab coat on his body, which had originally been shredded into rags, was now restored as if new, even becoming spotless. The gold-rimmed glasses were once again perched on his nose, the lenses reflecting a cold light under the pale Holy Light.

The Doctor lowered his head, looking at his palms which were fair, strong, and even flowing with a faint Holy Light.

He could feel that the virus inside him had not disappeared; rather, it had been ’formatted’ by another more domineering and Advanced power.

It was a state of absolute obedience, absolute order.

”This is... the power of God.”

The Doctor elegantly pushed up his glasses and then knelt on one knee before the hundred-meter-tall giant.

There was no lowly kowtowing; he was like a proper butler paying respects to his master.

”Praise your descent.” The Doctor’s voice regained its cold, magnetic quality. ”I am the Doctor, and I would be happy to serve you by cleaning up this world full of low-level tastes and disordered chaos.”

The angel did not respond to his offer of service.

It raised its head again, its single eye directly ignoring the Earth’s curvature, piercing through layers of clouds to look toward the far East.

There, nine golden suns were hanging in the sky, emitting a heat that made it extremely uncomfortable.

That was another set of rules.

A passionate, unrestrained ’Eastern Rule’ full of vitality.

In the angel’s logic bank, any energy that did not belong to the ’Holy Light’ system was heresy, a virus, and needed to be formatted.

”All light should return to one.”

A grand, cold, and emotionless mental wave instantly swept across the sky over the Atlantic Ocean.

The next moment.

The six bone wings behind the angel shook violently.

”Boom—!!!”

The sea surface instantly collapsed into a deep pit several kilometers in diameter.

It was a pure explosion of power.

The angel’s massive body actually achieved a Breakthrough of the sound barrier in an instant... no, it was Mach five!

It turned into a streak of ghastly pale light, skimming the sea surface and crashing straight toward the East in an unreasonable manner. Wherever it passed, the ocean was forcibly sliced into a vacuum trench a hundred 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 high temperature.

Standing on the lonely island, the Doctor watched the receding white light, the smile on the corners of his mouth growing wider and wider until it turned into a wild laugh.

”Go! Go!”

”Whether it’s that ridiculous Chinese medicine or those mysterious Eastern myths, before a true dimensional crushing, they are all just fragile bubbles!”

”Dragon Summer, are you ready to face God’s judgment?”