190: Chapter 188 A Planetary-Level Greeting Style That Infuriated the High-Dimensional Hunter

Antarctica.

Seven hundred kilometers south of the Ross Ice Shelf, in a polar hinterland where the footprints of human civilization have never trod.

The temperature is sixty-three degrees below zero.

The wind speed is forty meters per second.

Between the sky and the earth, only one color remains—white.

A pure, unadulterated white that can burn a person's retina.

On this white wasteland, a heavy transport plane painted with crimson dragon patterns is parked alone on the ice.

The engine has been turned off because its owner finds it noisy.

Luo Yu stands on the ice sheet, the wind pouring into his collar, but he has no reaction.

For someone with a spiritual power value of 800 billion who can run naked in a vacuum, this temperature is about the same as taking a cold shower.

Godzilla crawls out from his pocket, its shrunken body shivering in the cold wind—not because of the cold, but simply because it finds the wind uncomfortable for its eyes.

Mothra lands on Luo Yu's shoulder, folding its colorful small wings to indicate that it doesn't like this godforsaken place either.

Pandora, however, has been exceptionally excited since entering the Antarctic airspace. It uncoils from Luo Yu's wrist, returning to its two-meter-long size. Its dark green body is particularly striking on the white ice, and that emerald eye is staring fixedly at the ground beneath its feet.

"Is it right down there?" Luo Yu asks it.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Pandora's intent is clear and urgent: "Close... very close... energy is spreading... the door is opening..."

Luo Yu squats down and places a hand on the ice.

The 800 billion spiritual power value turns into an invisible detection wave, piercing through the ice sheet and extending downward.

One hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.

One thousand meters.

Two thousand meters.

Three thousand meters...

Luo Yu's fingers tremble slightly.

He "sees" it.

Three thousand two hundred meters deep under the ice cap, there is a huge artificial space.

The space is over ten kilometers in diameter, yet the internal temperature is maintained at a constant twenty-five degrees. There is a complete power supply system, life support system, and—a large, dense number of petri dishes.

The number of petri dishes is enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Tens of thousands of them.

In every petri dish, there is a squirming mass of flesh emitting weak bio-electric signals...

The forms of those pieces of flesh vary.

Some have scales, some are covered in shells, and some have grown the rudiments of wings.

They are growing.

Slowly, but definitely growing.

And in the very center of this underground laboratory is a huge column with a diameter of over one hundred meters.

The material of the column is neither metal nor rock, but a kind of translucent, flowing substance emitting a pale purple light.

The top of that column extends all the way to the crack in the ice cap.

The bottom of the column is connected to a "spatial beacon?"

Luo Yu's brows furrow.

Unlike the one underground in Area 51, this beacon is larger, stronger, and... it has already been activated.

In the Core Area of the beacon, space has already become distorted.

A dark purple vortex with a diameter of about five meters is slowly rotating.

On the other side of the vortex is a sight he has never seen before—flowing bands of light, floating crystals, and... dense life signals.

The so-called high-dimensional world.

"Damn... this old man is fast enough." Luo Yu stands up and retracts his spiritual power detection wave.

Dr. William clearly made all preparations before being captured.

The "unknown forces" that took him were likely his dark pawns arranged in advance—it is even possible that there was active support from the high-dimensional world.

The time this "genesis" laboratory has existed is far longer than the intelligence agencies of Eagle Country thought.

Ten years?

No,

perhaps longer.

From the day Pandora was discovered in Area 51, William had already begun to lay out his plans.

He didn't just want to create a "God Slayer," but also to open the door to the high-dimensional world, using those Titan clones in the petri dishes as a "gift" to pledge his allegiance to the high-dimensional civilization.

Simply put,

it is using the future of humanity to trade for his own personal ambition.

"Madman."

Luo Yu exhales a breath of white air, his tone flat, "A complete madman through and through."

"Hiss hiss!"

Pandora anxiously wraps around Luo Yu's lower leg, its intent full of urgency and fear.

"The door is open... they will come... many... so many... stronger than me... they will all come..."

"How strong?"

Pandora is silent for two seconds.

"Star-eaters."

Luo Yu is stunned for a moment.

Star-eaters.

Translating it using Pandora's childish way of expression—they are existences that feed on stars.

The same level as the evolved Godzilla.

"How many?"

"Don't know... home is very big... very, very big..."

Luo Yu falls silent.

Three seconds later, Luo Yu calls out, "Godzilla."

Godzilla looks up.

"There is a laboratory down there, and inside there is a pile of knock-offs of you."

"Hiss?"

Godzilla's vertical pupils suddenly narrow, and the rib in its mouth snaps with a click.

"Also, a madman has opened a door to the high-dimensional world, and on the other side of the door, there may be existences of the same level as you."

Godzilla is silent for a second.

Then,

it jumps down from Luo Yu's arms.

The small black body stands on the vast white ice sheet, its head not even higher than Luo Yu's knee.

But on its dorsal fins,

crimson light begins to flow.

"Roar!"

A low growl is emitted from this miniature body, the volume not loud.

Yet, the invisible power causes the ice within a ten-kilometer radius to explode simultaneously.

Crack!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread from under Godzilla's feet, ice shards fly, and large chunks of the ice cap surge and collapse.

The three-thousand-two-hundred-meter thick ice layer, at this moment, has become no different from thin paper.

Luo Yu stands in place without moving.

Mothra flaps its wings and takes flight, spreading a light membrane shield around Luo Yu.

Pandora is so scared that it burrows into Luo Yu's clothes, only revealing one eye to peek out.

Rumble...

Under the earth-shaking movement,

the ice cap begins to collapse, huge ice pillars break off and fall into the abyss, and the air is filled with biting water mist and broken ice.

In less than ten seconds,

the three-thousand-two-hundred-meter ice cap is shaken by Godzilla's low growl to create a giant hole with a diameter of over two kilometers.

At the bottom of the hole,

is that brightly lit "genesis" laboratory.

Protective shield? Energy barrier?

All shattered.

As if they didn't exist.

Luo Yu walks two steps to the edge of the hole and looks down.

The alarm in the laboratory echoes piercingly, those petri dishes are scattered in the tremors, and green nutrient solution flows all over the floor.

Most of the semi-finished products die the moment they break out—their lives are still too fragile to withstand the lingering power of a Titan-class creature.

But the things in a few petri dishes have survived.

Luo Yu counts them.

Seven.

Seven Titan clones that have developed to a considerable degree.

Their size is not large, the largest being only five or six meters, huddled in the broken petri dishes and shivering, but... the energy characteristics on them—they do indeed carry the shadow of Godzilla.

It's just that kind of shadow, distorted, twisted, like a reflection in a broken mirror.

"Shoddy work."

Luo Yu evaluates it with four words.

Then his gaze passes over those pathetic imitations and falls into the center of the laboratory.

That huge column emitting purple light.

The vortex is still rotating.

And—it is growing.

Five meters... ten meters... twenty meters...

The vortex is expanding, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!!!"

Pandora is twisting frantically in Luo Yu's arms, its intent having turned into pure screaming.

"It's here! It's here! It's coming!!"

Luo Yu looks up.

In the center of the vortex, something is squeezing through toward this side.

It is a hand.

A hand made of pure, flowing light.

The fingers are slender, the joints are distinct, and the fingertips emit a white-gold radiance that makes it impossible to look at directly.

If the size of the hand is estimated according to the part currently extending from the vortex, if fully unfolded, the distance from the fingertips to the palm base is probably about...

Three hundred meters or so.

In other words, the owner of this hand is at least two thousand meters tall.

"A bit interesting." Luo Yu's tone is very light, and deep in his pupils, golden atomic light begins to condense.

On his wrist,

Pandora is no longer screaming.

It has become completely silent, coiled on Luo Yu's wrist, motionless.

It is afraid,

afraid to the extreme.

Because the aura emitted from that hand, it knows too well.

It is the "administrator" from its "home."

In human terms, it is a hunter, a High-Dimensional Hunter specifically for hunting low-tier individuals like Pandora.

And now,

the hunter's hand has reached into the door.

On the ice sheet, the wind stops.

The pale polar day light in the sky is completely overwhelmed by the white-gold radiance emitted from that hand.

The entire Antarctic continent is lit as bright as day by the light of this hand.

Luo Yu takes a step back.

Not because of fear, but to make room for Godzilla.

"Godzilla."

Godzilla has jumped onto the ice, its vertical pupils staring fixedly at the vortex expanding below and the hand squeezing out.

Invisibly,

the crimson light patterns on its dorsal fins shine to the extreme.

"It's your turn."

After saying this, Luo Yu retreats to a safe distance.

Godzilla does not roar.

This time, it is very quiet.

Quietly watching that hand, quietly opening its mouth.

Inside its mouth,

a small sun is forming.

Soon,

with the passage of time,

the white-gold fingertips have completely probed out of the vortex edge.

Five fingers open,

the light bands flowing between the fingers cast a large radiance over the Antarctic ice sheet.

Just the energy leakage from this one hand causes the ice surface within a hundred-kilometer radius to begin liquefying, and the steaming water vapor rushes hundreds of meters into the sky, forming a deformed mushroom cloud.

The hand is still pulling out.

The wrist is exposed.

Immediately after is the forearm.

The diameter of the vortex also expands to fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred and twenty meters, the spatial beacon is forcibly pushed open, emitting sharp, piercing buzzing, and the surface of that purple column is already covered with cracks.

"Hiss hiss hiss!!"

Pandora has shrunk to the thickness of a chopstick, clutching Luo Yu's wrist and refusing to let go, the whole snake shivering.

And the small sun in Godzilla's mouth has already formed.

The crimson light ball condenses to the size of a fist, but its brightness is so strong that it is completely impossible to look at with the naked eye.

That is not ordinary energy gathering, but ultra-high density plasma compressed in milliseconds by a planetary-level nuclear reactor, with a temperature approaching ten million degrees.

"Do it."

Luo Yu says the two words lightly.

Godzilla does not roar, but simply lifts its palm-sized head, aiming at the giant hand that is squeezing out of the vortex.

It spits decisively.

A beam of crimson light, thin to the extreme, shoots out from that mouth about the size of a cat's.

The diameter of the light beam is less than ten centimeters, and when it hits that three-hundred-meter-long giant hand, it is like sticking a red-hot iron needle into a marshmallow.

Sizzle!

Right in the center of the white-gold palm, a bowl-sized hole is burned through.

Burned through cleanly.

Those "light-quality skins" that originally emitted high-dimensional radiance vaporize the moment they touch the crimson light—not melting, but being scattered into the most basic particles at the molecular level.

From the other side of the vortex comes a roar.

This roar is not a sound wave.

It is a kind of will impact that acts directly on the mental level, mixed with "law fluctuations" unique to high-dimensional creatures, like a large bell ringing in everyone's mind simultaneously.

"Insignificant... carbon-based insect... you dare..."

The way information is transmitted is very primitive, pure mental suppression plus concept infusion.

Translated into human language, it is roughly, "You, a bug from a low-dimensional world, actually dare to attack me."

Godzilla tilts its head.

That expression, Luo Yu knows it too well, exactly the same as when it first saw the Third-Tier Giant Beasts in the East Sea.

Disdain.

Pure disdain from the bones.

Then,

Godzilla does something that almost scared Pandora to the point of fainting.

It spits again.

This time it is much harsher than the last.

The crimson light expands from ten centimeters to two meters thick, the visible heat wave directly ionizing the surrounding air into a plasma state, and a red light curtain like an aurora lights up over the entire ice sheet.

That giant hand!

The light penetrates exactly at the wrist joint.

The entire hand breaks off below the wrist.

The three-hundred-meter-long white-gold giant hand falls from mid-air, smashing onto the ruins of the laboratory, crushing a dozen petri dishes and a large amount of equipment debris.

The moment it lands,

the giant hand begins to decompose rapidly,

and those high-dimensional light-quality particles forming it lose the energy supply of the main body, melting and dissipating like snowflakes.

On the other side of the vortex,

it explodes.

Not a metaphor,

that High-Dimensional Hunter actually exploded.

A mental shockwave ten times stronger than before, carrying destructive law fluctuations, rushes madly from the vortex, causing the walls of the entire underground space to crack, the ground to sink, and the cracks in the purple column to deepen by another three points.

"Impossible, this dimension cannot have such..."

The information transmitted by the will becomes fragmented, intermittent, with anger and confusion intertwined.

Luo Yu hears it: that thing is afraid.

Not the fear of being killed—having a hand cut off for a high-dimensional creature is like a human losing a hair—it is afraid of "not understanding."

In its cognitive system,

this low-dimensional world should not have anything that can hurt it.

Beacon signals show that the strongest natives on this planet are at most the level of its sole.

But now, its hand has been blown off by a... a thing that has shrunk to smaller than its fingernail.