After Mr. Rod's description, I learned that the most obvious difference between this parallel world and the world I am is that there are many unobstructed transcendent existences.

Humans can call them gods or demons, and they can also be given names such as "saviors" and "destroyers".

Because they don't care. They can't describe all the language and words of human beings clearly one ten thousandth of their existence.

There is no effort by the Holy Light Church to suppress it in this world, so the twisted points in various places have generated countless strange existences, which have also formed the source of religion.

For example, the "King of Light" is an ancient religion circulating in the polar civilization area. It is said to be a yellow aurora illuminated from the hollow of the atmosphere, giving the illuminated infinite vitality and wisdom.

In the "King of Light" sect, it is said that the first group of holy followers who have existed since ancient times to this day still use an incredible and terrifying way to murmur the grand scene of the night when the "King of Light" came day and night in the endless dream.

"What we can know is that the 'King of Light' and 'Deep Sea Catastrophe' are mortal enemies. Therefore, the priest came to this island under the oracle of the gods. It has to be said that the 'King of Light' really likes to directly 'revelation' believers - but unfortunately the death of believers is not very good."

Mr. Rod and I had broken through the siege at this time, fled from the siege of zombies to the foothills of Mount Marcus, and used the complex forest terrain to briefly escape the pursuit.

His even breathing suppressed the feeling of fatigue that would burst out in his body at any time, and he was vigilantly ahead and explained to me.

"As far as I know, the confrontation between the 'King of Light' and the 'Deep Sea Catastrophe' has lasted for countless epochs. What we know now may be the tip of the iceberg floating on the sea. They may have fought in different forms, different ways, and different names since the birth of the universe.

"During an archaeological excavation, I saw with my own eyes a Permian stone slab with the same emblem as the "King of Light" and firmly suppressed on a thirteen arms that became fossils."

"But apart from the false name, I don't even know what it looks like."

I asked in confusion: "Mr. Rhodes, have we seen its image with our own eyes in the illusion of the church? Isn't that ragged and weird image its true image?"

Mr. Rhode shook his head: "'King of Light' is just a description in religious books. I have excavated the ruins of ancient polar civilizations, where the gods recorded are described as humanoid individuals dressed in yellow and soft masks, and silently chanting has caused the entire city to be destroyed."

"... Will human records be like the image of gods? Is this an illusory idol?" I asked curiously. If God would be transferred because of human will, then this thing is neither God nor anything concrete and objective, and may just be a fabricated legend.

Mr. Rod snorted coldly: "You may have confused the concepts of objective and subjective concluding concepts. These so-called gods descended in this world, and they were accompanied by endless disasters and destruction. Humans only found ways to live in peace with them in the cracks. The checks and balances formed by the struggle between them do not mean that humans can intervene. Therefore, the appearance of these gods described is simply because they want people to see, not people want to see."

"In the different records of the 'King of Light', there are two images of a faceless god wearing a yellow silk coat, and a strange monster with a tentacle on the top. I suspect that these are just the incarnations of the 'King of Light', which happens to be recorded by humans."

"This world is really in dire straits..." I couldn't help but sigh. How did this high-risk parallel time come to this day? It sounds like these external gods sneeze and the world will be destroyed.

Rhode's eyes were full of heavy weight: "My alma mater, Mi University, has cultivated countless talented people, active in the corners of the world, bear the burden of shadows for ignorant people, and prevent the spread of terror. We all believe that ignorance is the greatest guarantee for people to survive to this day, but knowledge is the last weapon for human beings to survive to this day. Even if they die in madness and darkness, they cannot give up this weapon - even if it is just used to cut their throats."

A terrifying roar sounded in the woods again, and the footsteps of the zombie diving turned into tiny noises, following us closely.

In these steps, the slowness and heaviness that were originally half-dead gradually disappeared, replaced by the sound of agile and barbaric trekking, like a group of predators in the dense forest quietly surrounding the target, full of cold and cruel secret feelings.

"The dive seems to be changing." I came to the conclusion immediately.

Mr. Rod nodded and said, "The alienation of the light of the 'King of Light' has gradually become invalid, and the monsters' inner belief in the deep sea gradually gains the upper hand, so they will slowly change back to their original appearance."

I have fought with the Deep Diver once, and I still remember the unreasonable barbaric vitality, the bloodthirsty desire to fight is endless, and it has extreme cunning and cruelty. If this island is such a Deep Diver...

No, even ordinary deep diving people will become a place where demons dance, and no matter how fierce the battle is, they will not be able to break through the siege.

"Mr. Rod, where are you taking me? You should have other cards, right?"

I guess I was confused. Rhodes had his own deployment here. I don't believe that he is just escaping his life now. Now the sea is surrounded by terrifying malice, and it will cause storms and waves to destroy the world at any time. The town is full of alienated residents, who are eager for our flesh and blood under the control of instinct. Escape alone cannot solve the problem.

I turned my eyes to the gray gear marks in my field of vision, lamenting that the colonizer system had failed at critical time. The reason for this is probably not related to my abnormal time travel.

If I die here, I will be killed by those two old cheaters! I will never believe their lies again. What is a probability issue! This is clearly a matter of death!

"Let's climb Mount Mades first. I suspect that the reason why this nameless island can withstand the existence of the deep sea is related to this standing and spreading mountain. The part exposed on the ground is Mount Mades, and the part hidden deep at the bottom of the water is probably the key part of suppressing and blocking the 'deep sea catastrophe'."
Chapter completed!