After almost ruining the world, Albert Wilmas got up from the ground, not caring about the gravel rubble on his body, and took out a long and strange machine from his windbreaker, with edges and angular appearance and a whip-shaped antenna on the top. The nameplate of the machine reads its true identity: "BC-611D portable amplitude modulation (AM) wireless walkie-talkie".

After he adjusted the two transceiver modules on the machine, the whistling electromagnetic wave noise quickly rang in the earpiece. Although there was a listening device, the sound playback effect was more like an external speaker.

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Then there was a chaotic and powerless noise that covered up the increasingly faint mechanical broadcast. Albert Wilmas leaned closer to the receiver and barely showed a sudden expression.

"Albert Wilmas, what happened to the earthquake? What about the disaster that followed?" Mr. Rod's tone was unexpectedly serious.

Professor Albert Wilmas said with a blank expression: "Fifteen islands were shattered by earthquakes, four of which were inhabited. It is expected that the impact of the tsunami will hit a larger range, and the death toll may exceed five digits."

Mr. Rod said in surprise: "Stop those Migoes! They will destroy this continental shelf just like they collapsed the Arctic continent and turned into the Arctic Ocean!"

"It's too late." Albert Wilmas said in a fluctuating tone. "Migo came here on his own initiative to prevent the old dominators from rushing out of the cage. They would not care about the casualties of ants on the earth."

Mr. Rod gritted his teeth and said, "Then are you watching this! All this destruction is your responsibility!"

Albert Wilmas glanced at him in confusion and said, "Rod, I have never found you like this... The rescue work over there has been evacuated through the organization of the investigation team. The quake here is too shallow, and the destructive power will naturally exceed the expectations."

"There are too many people who die...the cost is too high...Why should these monsters be involved?!" Mr. Rod almost roared.

Albert Wilmas sneered: "This world is never something we can decide, isn't it? In the fingers of these external gods and ancient gods, the secret embodies the insignificant wisdom of human beings to maintain superficial order, but are these really useful? Are we qualified to bargain with these existences? Can our human death really attract their attention?"

A strange expression appeared in his eyes. He glanced at me before saying, "Or it is because this world has survived to this day, just because these beings don't care about us..."

Mr. Rod gritted his teeth and said, "That's just because the dead person is not you! You are not qualified to let others sacrifice!"

Albert Wilmas had a cold look on his face with deep nasolabial folds: "It was me who watched with my own eyes that these pyramid-shaped sarcomas formed by thick, sticky things, covered with many tentacles and secreted by sticky green liquid in the body. Every minute more of these things came to the earth."

"It was my brain that was stripped from the cold tank, and in the desperate darkness, suffering but not moving."

"I even fell into the abyss of madness, unable to breathe in the face of dark whispers and deadly fears, until reason leads me out of the bottom."

"I have died once for this world. Do you still think I am not qualified to talk about sacrifice!"

Mr. Rod's voice responded without any tactful response: "I think even so, you still don't have such rights!"

When the two were facing each other, the thick green mist exposed to their vision had already rolled and started to boil. It seemed that the witch was boiling bats, worms, swamp mud, and the rotten pot of human fingers, and some nightmare fragments that could only be seen in humans' craziest imagination.

The looming mountain-like figure floated, and it began to wriggle under the huge thunder clouds, dipped in dark green poisonous clouds, and stretched out a strange limb into the sky that could not be described in words, breaking through the clouds and heading straight towards the sky!

A strong torque sound wave vibrates into everyone's spiritual world and explodes, like putting a grenade in a pot to detonate, extracting the purest tremor from it, and then injecting the brain with injection therapy, guiding every brain cell into the roller coaster's sense of weightlessness.

The crystals in front of Mr. Rod and I appeared in uncontrollable waves of ripples. The surface of the crystal wall was squeezed and deformed, overlapping and colliding, and some areas formed strange crystal clusters, but some locations were as thin as the surface of soap bubbles.

What is even worse than us is Professor Albert Wilmas. Blood donation flowed from his eyes and bright red liquid emerged from his ears. The middle-aged man fell to the ground without warning, his body twitched violently and cramped. On the skin exposed in the air, countless dark red bloodshots bloomed, like a sea of ​​flowers that bloomed in an instant...

"Shadow of Frenzy and Blasphemy!"

I instantly remembered these indescribable things, which seemed to be spread to the minds of all living things without media. The destructive power reflected by the "deep sea catastrophe" is even more powerful than everyone's imagination, and is so powerful that it cannot resist!

A tentacle is so terrifying... Just imagine that such a creature can completely escape from prison and walk on the land and the ocean with its tall body as mountains, it can make the fragile hearts of human beings fall into the abyss of madness...

Unlike Mr. Rod and I, we are protected by phosphorescent crystals, and we are far away from the twisted core area, and the Migo who creates dark green holes and gathers in the air are even more severe.

Many of them faced the twisted objects at the first time and appeared in the dark green clouds, instantly exploding into green blood mist, dying completely. The others were covered with a layer of strange biological tissue, but they could not stop the twisted invasion at all, falling into the thunder cloud like dumplings, without any resistance.

Under the terrifying impact, more Migoes could not even react, and the bacteria quickly withered and withered, and all organs dissolved into a pool of translucent sticky gray matter, floating in the air - these gray matter quickly dried in the air, and finally only a greasy stain was left.
Chapter completed!