"Gots! Gots!"

Goetz, who was sleeping, heard calls one after another, which brought him back to reality from the chaos.

He opened his eyes and found that he was neither in an open tunnel nor beside his father when he was a child. There was only a familiar horse's face and big nose in front of him, preventing him from escaping reality for a short while in his sleep.

This is a very cruel thing for Gotz. Once he wakes up, he will feel pain all over his body. This pain reminds him of his previous defeat, his nightmares, and the curse he carries.

"Gots, don't sleep. It will be dark in another hour." Harris was checking the equipment in the room and making final preparations. "We have to leave early. You are responsible for accompanying me to the mine."

Okay. Can you move now?"

"Understood." Gotz remained taciturn, nodded silently, and checked the injuries on his body.

Those misaligned bones have been corrected and are no longer a problem, and the dizziness and shortness of breath caused by blood loss have gradually subsided. Only the injuries on his body that were deeply visible to the bones are still aching in his body.

But these pains will not become a big problem. In the past ten years, being with pain has become his daily life.

"I will go with you." Gotz stood up and took a deep breath of air. The oxygen content around him seemed to have become thinner.

"Don't force it. Since two people can't go in, then only I can go in." Harris shook his head and said.

Goetz wanted to say something else, but was directly interrupted by Harris.

"You just need to tell me what happened the day before yesterday. Giving me your experience is better than any help."

Goetz was stunned for a moment and acquiesced to his statement.

"Under the influence of the drug, I have forgotten what happened before. But the situation this time is definitely different from before! I only remember that when I approached the monster, the blasphemous voice and the shadow of madness were unprecedentedly powerful, and they almost caught up.

It’s the catastrophe that Father Hook calls a disaster!”

"...Impossible, that time was due to a large-scale memetic infection. Now only the two of us on the island know about it, how could it suddenly become stronger!"

Goetz shook his head and did not look at Harris's expression.

"Didn't the spread of that year also explode suddenly? It was obvious that Old Yorkson had been in control for more than ten years, and finally, under inexplicable circumstances, there was a sudden spread of memes." Gotz said in a sullen voice, "I doubt it.

This memetic theory is just old Yorkson's conjecture, which happened to work twice."

Harris neither refuted nor affirmed, but asked calmly: "Then how do you explain the success of Daddy Hook? He resisted disaster twice by himself."

Goetz shook his head and said: "My father said that it was a coincidence. I also think that it was a recurring coincidence."

Harris' tone gradually became serious: "Then it's time for you to tell me, what did your father see back then?"

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Dolanco shuttled through the dense forest, and the dense trees on both sides turned into his wings, propelling him to move quickly towards his destination.

If an outsider saw it, they would be amazed at the speed of this vaguely connected afterimage, which is almost as fast as the most agile elk in the forest.

But he knew that this was not fast enough.

Unless his speed can exceed the speed of light, there will never be any way to prevent this disaster.

When he returned to the town, his first stop was Little Hooker's plantation. But the scene here was completely different from the past.

The originally thriving plants in the plantation have completely lost their appearance as a rational world should be.

The crops on the ground grew unreasonably, sucking all the nutrients from the ground, covering the cold ground. The jagged lines on the edges of the leaves looked very fierce, and the alfalfa, plantain, dandelion, and needle grass were all overshadowed.

Excluded from sight. Finally, they merged with each other, devoured and bitten, and turned into a rotten carpet of green juice spreading.

The garden is full of green trees. The needle-shaped leaves are brutal and strong from the bones, and the smell of tree sap is dizzying. The bark of the tree trunks seen close up are wrinkled and peeling, full of cracks, and the gaps are full of

The dark green moss is as dazzling as the dirt staining the painting paper.

Dolanko witnessed with his own eyes how the tree struggled stupidly and ignorantly during its barbaric growth, expanding outwards, torturing itself from the wrinkled skin, colliding with each other, and finally with the sound of a branch breaking.

Let out a desperate cry.

The hair on Dolanko's body stood on end, expressing his instinctive disgust for this primitive sense of barbarism. It seemed to be a disobedience to his own rational existence.

The most severe change was under a big tree. The aerial roots of the tree were winding and undulating like snakes, and they were strangled on the roots of the tree that gave birth to themselves, like a fool strangling himself by the throat, carrying out a henanigans.

Raculus fought like he was strangling himself to death.

Dolanco could see that the xylem of these plants had gone crazy, and the order engraved in the genes was gone. Those proliferating xylems forgot that their mission was to bear weight and transport nutrients, and began to blindly proliferate themselves, even at the expense of

It plunders nutrients from other parts and transforms the plants into indescribable brown monsters.

The leaves in that area have also lost their original beautiful prismatic structure, and their imagination has been unleashed unbridled, changing into various disgusting shapes. The first leaf was as skinny as the dead skin of a frail old man, and the next one was as thin as the dead skin of an old man.

It proliferated randomly and became a succulent plant, with pus-like juice flowing outward.

Between the layers of disgusting leaves, a hand stretched out with difficulty.

The muscles in that hand were so tangled that they looked like they were made out of plasticine, and they were doing their best to do whatever they wanted. Under the skin, there were blood vessels like earthworms flowing, and traces were drilled out on the surface of the limbs.

Dolanco didn't know whether it was the capillaries that began to seize the dominant position, or whether the blood itself formed an army. But these horrific mutations have been going on for a long time, and I'm afraid this poor guy will never go back to his normal self.

This town is finished.

Dolanco looked at the town in flames in despair, feeling a kind of doomsday desolation. The messenger of defeat had come to this land, blowing the horn of disintegration.

The hand struggled for a long time, but it did not completely collapse into an indescribable monster like those plants. It struggled stubbornly and refused to stop.

Only then did Dolanko rush forward as if he had just woken up from a dream, and dug out the victim from the plant hell.

Little Hook's eyes, which always radiated questioning glances, were tightly closed, and blood was flowing outward. The most tragic thing was that a bloody hole exploded between his eyebrows.

But Little Hook was still mumbling in an incomprehensible language, as if praying to an unknown existence.

"Hook! Hook! Wake up!"

Little Hook finally broke free from the extremely painful delirium and babbled in his sleep.

"It's coming... I see it... floating black clouds... undead filth..."

"I finally saw it...Old Yorkson's guess was right...I caught it..."

"But Fomalhaut...the door that blocks the ultimate terror...is about to open..."

"I will be torn apart by a supernova... I will be annihilated in the constellation Perseus..."
Chapter completed!