The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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It resembled a volcano, a tsunami, a hurricane, and a thunderstorm.

Humanity witnessed this power and inevitably yearned for it, thus beginning its long quest for divinity.

The "new gods" are a product of this action.

After countless killings, sacrifices, tribulations, and conflicts, the new gods obtained what they had always dreamed of: long life, strong bodies, and minor authority corresponding to a certain domain… They were overjoyed.

At least, before that already thin divinity begins to dissipate.

Dynasties rose and fell like weeds, only to inevitably decay under the erosion of time. New gods were crowned with divine titles, yet they could not shed their mortal nature, and even the faint divinity they had seized from their ascension faded with time…

The faith they built, their halls, and temples also collapsed and crumbled in the ironclad law of historical cycles.

The new gods only bring about one cruel cycle after another, one brutal war after another, and after countless changes of order, the world remains the same.

Until the "god of hunger and fear" ascended from the darkness.

This new divine statue shattered civilization's long period of stagnation, but as its name suggests, it also brought with it endless fear and hunger. To escape this current state of affairs, logical projects are the ultimate and only solution.

Is that really the case?

Heda was unaware of this, but the female officer who drove the field tanks firmly believed it, or perhaps she didn't care about the truth and just wanted to revel as much as possible before the deadline of the final festival.

"The cups are now upside down, the fire in the furnace will eventually go out, just as the bronze crown and iron wedge corrode into mud. Your sand clock is now empty, and you will turn into dust as you wish."

The nun's lips moved slightly as she silently recited the Hunter's Prayer.

Before she finished speaking, she had already swung her sword and beheaded the woman before her. The man seemed to relish it; even though his face was covered by a rubber mask, one could still vaguely discern the enjoyment and anticipation in his expression.

"The madman's head might also have some collectible value."

Looking at the severed head in her hand, Haida instinctively wanted to put it into the storage box, but after thinking for a moment, she stopped.

Under the influence of the "transcending boundary effect," any form of material interaction is exceptionally difficult. Dr. Fran could use some kind of secret device to take things away, but using it to collect heads that are only of commemorative value is rather extravagant.

Besides, she's not even here right now.

After the field tank and its female officer driver died, the incandescent lights on both sides of the bunker corridor suddenly went out.

Darkness surged in like a tide, enveloping everything within sight, deep and intense.

"despair."

Sigrid lightly tapped her fingertip, and a sliver of light immediately illuminated the surroundings.

It is visible that everything within sight is melting and reshaping at a speed visibly audible. Whether vast and grand or cramped and confined, the established forms of space seem to lose their meaning at this moment, becoming a dreamlike illusion.

For a fleeting moment, the surrounding scenery transformed into the desolate and empty New Divine Banquet Hall.

Countless gazes focused on the radiant sunlight in Sigrid's hand, then turned to observe Heida and Flamel beside her.

Yes, their expressions were more of a "peeping" than a "scrutinizing" look.

These beings, bearing divine names, did not look down from above, but rather gazed at the light of day from the shadows like bookworms. Their expressions revealed covetousness, longing, anger at unfulfilled desire, and an instinctive sense of unease.

Of course, some, with high fighting spirits, also wanted to use violence to prove whether this celestial light originating from the blazing sun was truly irreversible.

Haida closed her eyes slightly, calmly responding to every prying gaze.

She vividly remembered the moment she first entered the banquet hall of the new gods, when the new gods were also scrutinizing her. At that time, they seemed to mistake her for one of their own, someone with a challenging spirit, which sparked the protracted and fierce battle that followed.

However, the illusion of the new banquet hall lasted only a moment. The surrounding tidal wave of darkness immediately receded, and the sense of space changed from wide and grand to narrow.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them found themselves in a small attic room with candles lit.

This appears to be a study, and on a wooden chair meant for resting, sits a pale man wearing a murky yellow robe.

Although it was their first meeting, Heda and Sigrid had already learned about him through various information channels.

The de facto ruler of the Bremen Empire, a warlord who secretly manipulated the course of history, a terrifying war maniac.

The Yellow King, Caesar.

"I anticipated that things might change."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Caesar slowly and somewhat solemnly frowned, not displaying the arrogance and madness typical of most new gods. At this moment, his emotions were mostly confused, as if he couldn't understand why the whole situation was developing in this way.

"But as a variable, you are too heavy a weight, almost to the point of crushing the entire scale."

His sigh carried a hint of self-deprecation.

A nun capable of physically overpowering a new god, a servant seemingly an incarnation of a fragment of an ancient celestial god who can command the sun's flames, and a little girl who appears no different from an ordinary person, yet whose purity is terrifying...

Centuries ago, Caesar, who had just become a new god, sought to unify all of Europe. However, all his grand plans were shattered by the birth of the god of hunger and fear. This god of hunger and fear was an ascension of a girl who had suffered greatly and had no hope left.

As for the little girl in front of us, from a certain perspective, she seems even more innocent.

Therefore, even if the other party did not show any extraordinary characteristics, Caesar still categorized him as one of the most dangerous beings in his mind.

Oh, in short, he has some kind of psychological trauma related to "children".

"Your appearance is so sudden, like a meteorite crashing into the earth from the sky. Without any warning, without leaving any trace, and without announcing your arrival, you are enough to destroy everything you touch in an instant."

Caesar complained about the unpredictability of fate, yet his expression remained unwavering, indicating that he would never choose to back down.

...At least until defeat is certain, he will not choose to run away.

Having said this, Caesar rose from the wooden armchair, then raised the sword in his hand and held it upright in front of him. A deep yellow shimmering ornament rose from his robe, and a slender serpent coiled around his wrist, clearly indicating that he was ready for anything.

Out of courtesy to the hunters, Haida also drew her power sword "Nirvana," its blade pointing directly at her opponent. However, before this inevitable duel began, there were a few things she wanted to know.

Do you really believe that a collective consciousness composed of information flows is humanity's only future?

"exactly."

Caesar's answer was simple and concise.

"This is an indispensable choice for us to break free from the shackles of the past, and a necessary step. I can even personally lead you into that new afterlife, where you will become the first immortals to be integrated into the human consciousness stream."

"No more hunger, pain, or fear..."

His speeches on his ideas were solemn and inspiring, with his tone and emotions perfectly controlled. He might be more passionate and eloquent when addressing a large audience, but when speaking to those who were his equals, he would reveal solemnity and melancholy.

However, Haida was already tired of such outrageous remarks; she had heard similar things so many times that her ears were practically calloused.

One side wanted to pass, the other side wanted to block it, and the two sides ended up fighting each other, that's all.

"Then let me see if your strength matches your ambition, King in Yellow."

After speaking, Haida returned to silence, entrusting all her words to the sword in her hand.

Seeing Sister Heda's eagerness to hunt, Sigrid, who was standing next to her, felt inexplicably relaxed and at ease.

While the Craftswoman, as one of the fragments of the Primordial Sun, is capable of independently handling most enemies and extremely harsh environments, she is essentially still a researcher. Therefore, it would be best to entrust this matter entirely to dedicated combat personnel…

In an instant, Caesar raised his hand to gather and agitate the scattered spirits and evil thoughts in the surrounding space. Several spherical objects gathered and formed at a visible speed, and then surged towards Heda.

When facing most enemies, he would actually prefer to use his sword to cut off their limbs first. However, at this moment, he had a faint sense of danger... If he were to get into close combat with the nun in front of him, something bad might happen.

The secret art of manipulating evil thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, Haida had discerned the true nature of those dark spheres, and with a single horizontal slash of her sword, she cleaved them all in two.

"That sword..."

Upon seeing the scene before him, a hint of surprise flashed in Caesar's eyes.

Spells constructed using spiritual rituals cannot be blocked by material structures unless the opponent's weapon possesses mystical properties of reflection or absorption.

This means that such feinting rituals will be less effective, thus reducing his means of intrusion to some extent.

However, Caesar no longer had time to carefully consider this issue.

An invisible, intangible gray-white sword shadow had somehow approached his neck, as if his head would be severed and roll to the ground in the next instant.

"Qiang!"

A metallic hum reverberated as the deep yellow ornament beside Caesar floated to the edge of the blade, deflecting the life-or-death strike. The ornament shattered and crumbled as it unleashed all its spiritual power in that brief moment.

If this sword strike did not originate from the [Mechanized Spirit], but rather from the power sword "Nirvana" itself, then this brass ornament would have absolutely no chance of stopping it. Haida, however, did not pause in the slightest, but silently swung her sword again.

Whether she succeeded in striking or not was not important; she had already rehearsed almost every possible scenario in her mind.

This time, Caesar had no room to retreat or prepare any rituals; he could only hastily draw his sword and fight back.

The swords clashed, but the expected resounding clang did not occur. Against the adamantite material, Caesar's sword couldn't even manage a moment's resistance. The entire process was brief and fluid, almost poetic.

Looking closer, the sword in his hand had been severed along with his arm, the cuts showing a smooth, uniform appearance.

Although he had noticed the nun's sword's unusual nature beforehand, the current situation still exceeded Caesar's expectations. He had considered the possibility of being repelled, or even his weapon being damaged...

However, the fact that the weapon was cut off along with the arm was still quite horrifying.

Just as Haida was about to swing her sword again and approach, Caesar's severed arm on the ground suddenly trembled. A sphere formed from dark evil thoughts appeared in his palm and shot out at an extremely tricky angle, about to hit Haida's back.

But without even looking up at the severed arm, she sidestepped and avoided the sphere of evil intent.

"Similar attack methods are nothing new to me."

Haida slowly inhaled deeply, her lungs bulging.

In Norrington, fanatics who embrace the cup and moth archetype often possess unimaginable control over their bodies, to the point that their severed limbs, internal organs, and even their skeletal remains can become sources of danger.

At the same time, she intends to end this fighting.

Hunters prioritize efficiency above all else when hunting; for them, the idea of ​​"enjoying battle" is arrogant and extravagant. Faced with imminent death, the only consideration is taking their opponent's life.

Therefore, old hunters are often silent and cold, only feeling genuine pleasure and even smiling when they behead their enemies...

Seeing that the nun's relentless attacks had temporarily ceased, Caesar finally had a moment to catch his breath.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Caesar could sense that the nun still had energy to spare. In the attack just now, she did not show even a trace of fatigue. She was more efficient than a program and more precise than a machine. Her offensive was as seamless as tightly meshed gears.

She could have continued wielding her sword until she completely dismembered my body, so why did she suddenly stop?

At that moment, Caesar suddenly noticed something...

The nun's deep breath, which she had taken earlier, seemed to remain unexpelled until now.

At that very moment, Haida had accumulated the scorching scales in her throat to a critical point. When she could no longer suppress them, a dark, luminous breath gushed from her lips, instantly enveloping Caesar and shattering the door behind him.

"I'm still not quite used to it."

Haida coughed lightly twice, exhaling the remaining scales and dust from her throat.

This was the second time she had used the Black Corrosion Dragon's breath. Although she had become somewhat accustomed to it, the nine burning sensations in her throat were still quite unfamiliar to humans. However, this action did not feel strange to her at all; it was as if it were some kind of innate instinct.

Just as flying is to birds, swimming is to fish, and spitting poison is to snakes.

As for King Caesar in yellow, he has already disappeared under the dragon's breath.

In ancient times, before his divinity had waned, he might not have been so pathetic, but centuries later, as a new god, he was mired in irreversible decline. He was less a god and more akin to a powerful mortal. This was an inescapable flaw of the new gods, their inherent "imperfection."

Even Caesar in his current state could be killed by mortals.

Provided the other party's resolve is pure enough and their strength sufficient. Not to mention Sister Heda, who has undergone Primarchization surgery.

One after another, perfectionists ascend to the altar, greedy and arrogant, believing they will be the special one, only to be buried in the dust.

This is the fate of the new gods, the fate of the dynasty, and also the fate of humanity under this worldview up to this point.

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soup!

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Origin of the Mad Dragon Disease [The Final Sacrifice]

The king, clad in a murky yellow robe, has been reduced to nothingness. The gates are wide open, and the end of this quest lies ahead.

The sounds of water and wind swirling were incessant, the hum of exhaust from the mechanical heat exchangers. As for the gears and other transmission mechanisms, they remained mostly silent when engaged, demonstrating a level of mechanical sophistication that surpassed not only the entire white bunker but also that of its time.

"The telemetry monitoring system is not fully operational."

"drop."

"--drop."

A rhythmic synthesized sound rapidly rang out, seemingly just an electronic broadcast for retrieving one's own state, devoid of any personalized emotion.

Heda's grey-chestnut eyes blinked slowly as she carefully examined the mechanical creation before her, known as "Logic."

It sits atop a triple pedestal in the center of the room, with cooling channels filled with pipes and ducts below, and adorned above with religiously symbolic relief sculptures. Its main body is the most striking feature.

It was a human sculpture purely pieced together from three-dimensional facets, with pale hair cascading down its back like some kind of electronic tube. It was difficult to find a suitable adjective for it in the common vocabulary... "Divine Pillar" might be more appropriate.