120: The final pilgrimage! I have become the god of all the survivors!

Lin Mo’s pupils contracted to their absolute limit in that instant.

His gaze was fixed on the attribute screenshot, fixed on the dark red crystal named “water droplet.”

Law of Termination.

These four words, like an invisible current, pierced through Lin Mo’s consciousness, directly resonating with a profound system deep within the battleship’s weapon system.

He could even clearly feel the dormant “Spear of Law” emitting a greedy, longing hum at this moment.

This thing was the last puzzle piece tailor-made for it!

It was the key to giving destruction itself a form!

“Deal.”

Lin Mo didn’t hesitate for a moment, lightly tapping his fingertip on the trade interface to confirm the request.

He wasn’t stingy.

This was not pity, nor was it a benevolent gift before he left.

This was a cold exchange of absolutely equal value.

The Gods Workshop production line silently hummed, and azure energy beams rapidly crisscrossed within the modular production units.

In just a few seconds.

An assault rifle, pitch black with a deadly, murderous design, along with five heavy magazines filled with special armor-piercing rounds, instantly materialized.

With a flash of light.

This equipment, enough to make a survivor a king in the wasteland, was instantly transmitted via the system to the survivor struggling in despair.

For him, it was merely the consumption of a negligible amount of resources.

For that person, however, it was the only ticket to tomorrow.

In the private message channel, the other party’s messages of gratitude poured in like a bursting dam, incoherently excited, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and the most devout reverence.

“Thank you! Thank you, great one! You are my god! I wish you success in battle, smooth sailing across the stars and seas!”

Lin Mo’s gaze lingered on the text for less than half a second before he calmly closed the chat window.

He was not a savior.

The transaction was complete, and the karma was settled.

“Set sail.”

The cold command echoed through the Bridge.

The Natural Selection’s massive black hull arced almost perfectly through the air, its bow turning to point directly at the Wall of Storms that separated the two worlds.

The battleship did not warp.

It moved at a not-so-fast speed, sweeping across this vast, boundless primordial sea from thousands of meters in the sky.

This was the final pilgrimage.

And the final farewell.

Below, on the silent sea, a miracle was unfolding.

Countless survivor ships gathered from all directions.

They seemed to be responding to some sacred summons, spontaneously stopping their searching and fighting, engaging in a grand and silent pilgrimage.

They looked up.

With telescopes, with their naked eyes, using every possible means, they gazed up at the magnificent giant ship that rolled across their sky.

On a mobile platform pieced together from several dilapidated fishing boats, a one-eyed captain with a scarred face lowered his mottled telescope.

The black silhouette in the sky was reflected in his single eye, and his fingers, rough like old tree bark, trembled slightly.

He had seen deep-sea leviathans and experienced desperate battles, but the scene before him made him feel that his Life's experiences were small and ridiculous.

On a small survival raft, a ragged teenager gripped the gunwale tightly, his knuckles white from the effort.

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came from his throat.

He saw not a ship.

But a living legend.

The culmination of all struggles and hardships.

So… people really can live like this.

More people simply stood in silence, letting the salty sea breeze tousle their hair and dry the tears that had welled up in their eyes at some point.

They deeply imprinted that black, god-like silhouette onto their retinas, carving it into the depths of their souls.

They looked at the hull, which was exquisitely streamlined and full of oppressive power.

They looked at the energy shield, flowing with four divine lights: emerald green, azure blue, crimson, and gilded gold.

They looked at the terrifying silhouette that could make any enemy, any mythical creature, tremble.

Envy.

Awe.

Unwillingness.

Ultimately, all emotions converged into a flame called “Hope,” ignited in everyone’s heart.

So, in this apocalyptic ocean abandoned by gods, people truly could become this powerful.

So, ships really could be built like this.

They didn’t know who the owner of this ship was or what he looked like.

But today, in the hearts of all survivors of the Initial Sea, this giant air-space vessel named “Natural Selection” had already become an immortal legend.

An ultimate goal that everyone would strive for… Hours later.

When the Natural Selection finally reached the end of the Initial Sea, the sight ahead caused everyone on the Bridge to hold their breath.

It was a true Wall of Storms, connecting heaven and earth.

Endless, ink-black thunderclouds rolled and roared in the sky.

That wasn’t clouds.

It was pure, violent energy turbulence, a hideous scar left after the collapse of the world’s rules.

Enormous, silver-purple lightning, terrifyingly thick, frantically streaked and exploded through the clouds, each flash illuminating the entire sky in a stark white.

Space was extremely distorted here.

At times it stretched, at times it folded, forming visible, bottomless vortex-like spatial traps.

Any matter, once it approached, would be instantly torn into its most basic particles by the violent energy and chaotic laws.

This was a forbidden zone for Life.

It was a graveyard for navigators.

However, directly opposite this terrifying scene of termination and destruction.

On the Natural Selection’s radar screen, hundreds of dense red dots lit up without warning!

They were like a pack of sharks that had smelled blood, already waiting on the other side of the Wall of Storms.

They formed a steel, cold, and intensely murderous blockade.

Lin Mo looked at the dazzling red expanse, his eyes calm without a ripple.

He leaned back in the wide commander’s chair, every muscle in his body in the most relaxed state, but a cold arc played on the corner of his mouth.

“It seems someone has been waiting for a long time.”

He turned his head.

His gaze fell on Gu Zhixia, who was already brimming with fighting spirit beside him.

Her hand was already resting on the weapon card slot at her waist, and her phoenix eyes, usually cool and clear, now burned with excitement and a cruel light.

Lin Mo’s voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly struck everyone’s eardrums in the silent Bridge.

“It’s time to show them.”

“What kind of strength people from theNovice Village (Novice Village) truly possess.”