238: Chapter 239 The Gaze of the Supreme Being

When Zhen heard Pi She explain that this was a debuff, he suddenly realized.

"Oh! So that's what it is!"

Zhen slapped his thigh.

"It's just a debuff from a game! As long as you forcefully resist it with your own willpower, or use a debuff-clearing skill, you can usually get rid of it!"

"Hey? Got it!"

A flash of inspiration struck Zhen.

He reached out with his big hand, clad in a heavy tactical glove, and started frantically slapping the purple mutant tentacle on his stomach!

While slapping wildly, Zhen cursed loudly:

"You bastard, grow back! Did you hear me? Grow back!"

"If your shitty tentacle dares to stretch out another inch, I'll cut you off with a knife right now, put you in a pot, and boil you for a meal! Let me tell you, I've even eaten bug meat, you think I'm afraid of a piece of seafood like you?!"

Pi She stood to the side, watching Zhen struggle with a tentacle as if he were an idiot.

"Don't waste your energy, brother."

Pi She shook his head and kindly advised,

"This game is extremely hardcore. Chaos corruption that causes direct physical mutation like this is irreversible. It's best to just commit suicide and wait twenty-four hours to respawn, I think..."

However! Pi She hadn't finished speaking.

His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets!

Because he clearly saw!

Under the weight of Zhen's reckless, violent slaps, coupled with Zhen's unmasked, crude insults.

The purple tentacle, which had been writhing crazily, seemed to have encountered something terrifying!

It actually stopped growing and then slowly shrank!

In the end, it retreated back into Zhen's stomach, the wound healed instantly, and it returned completely to normal!

Pi She's jaw dropped to the ground.

"Huh?!"

Pi She rubbed his eyes.

"This can happen? Slapping away Chaos corruption with big slaps, where the hell did a Chosen One like you come from?!"

Just as Zhen had finished cursing away the mutant tentacle on his stomach.

He turned his head and saw Wang Shouyi Thirteen Spices suddenly starting to perform a series of incomprehensible, bizarre actions.

Wang Shouyi was currently bracing against the terrifying pressure of the surrounding atmospheric imbalance, blood spraying wildly from his nostrils.

But his hands, clad in tactical gloves, were desperately trying to undo the lower half of his Power Armor!

Immediately after, Wang Shouyi actually took off his combat pants.

In front of hundreds of people and NPCs, he squatted down on the spot, posing as if he were about to take a dump right there!

Zhen was stunned. After realizing what was happening, he went up and delivered a powerful kick, slamming it into Wang Shouyi's butt.

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!"

Zhen cursed,

"Are you possessed by an Indian? Pissing and shitting in public?!"

Knocked over by that kick, the confused, dazed expression on Wang Shouyi's face was instantly broken.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, his face filled with undisguised despair and terror.

Then, without any explanation, his body went limp, and he logged off on the spot, leaving only an empty clone body lying on the ground.

Zhen was stunned and scratched his head:

"What's with that kid's expression? Am I that scary? Is it worth pulling the plug and running away?"

Pi She touched his chin from the side and said gloomily:

"Think about it carefully. If you're dreaming at night and you dream that you're looking for a toilet to pee, and you finally find one after a long time... Guess what, when you wake up, is your blanket at home dry or wet?"

After listening, Zhen imagined that terrifying social death scene and sucked in a cold breath, deeply convinced.

He was instantly filled with sympathy for Wang Shouyi.

Meanwhile, the other players around had all seen the crude operation of Zhen slapping himself wildly, and it actually worked!

Looking at the friendly forces who were starting to emit purple light, and even growing tentacles and tumors.

The players' first reaction wasn't fear, but excitement!

"Teammate is controlled!"

"Quick! Physically interrupt the casting! Wake him up!"

A large group of players rushed up like wolves and tigers.

They pinned the mutating players directly to the ground and started slapping them hard in the face.

Some even swung the gun butts in their hands and smashed them brutally into the back of the mutating players' heads!

Thus, under the shocked gaze of the Space Marines.

A player who was about to completely transform into a Chaos Spawn was forcefully beaten into a severe concussion by three good brothers pinning him to the ground.

Although the player woke up bruised and swollen with missing front teeth, the purple light representing Chaos corruption on his body had actually retreated like the tide!

Besides physical interruption, many players on the scene started doing all sorts of abstract behaviors.

Some saw they were about to mutate and, to keep their innocence, logged off and deleted their accounts on the spot;

Some sat cross-legged on the fleshy ground, hands pressed together, and started loudly chanting a remixed DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra;

Some pinched Taoist hand seals with one hand, muttering Taoist scriptures;

Even worse, some were frantically crossing themselves on their chests, attempting to use religious beliefs from the real world to forcibly deal with the influence of the Warp.

The Astartes veterans standing nearby witnessing all this were completely stunned.

In their long combat careers and the iron laws of the Empire.

People corrupted by Chaos, no matter how devout a believer or how heroic a warrior they were before.

Once they grew tentacles, there was only one outcome—that was to be executed on the spot by friendly forces, their heads shattered by bolter rounds, and their corpses purified by fire.

This was the only way to stop the spread of Chaos.

But today, what did they see with their own eyes?!

They saw this group of mortal warriors, whom they regarded as uncivilized barbarians, actually using the most primitive slaps and blunt weapons to forcefully beat back the corruption of Chaos!

How terrifying and unbreakable must their spiritual willpower be to achieve this?!

Lucas and Chapter Master Tyberos exchanged glances.

After the initial shock, the contempt in their eyes for these mortals completely vanished.

In the eyes of the Space Marines, these weirdly behaving guys in front of them were definitely a group of mortal warriors with willpower harder than steel! Worthy of all respect!

As the Warp energy continued to erode, the barrier of reality became thinner and thinner.

This huge Hive Mother Ship could finally no longer withstand the pulling of dimensions and began to collapse and decompose rapidly.

The huge flesh ship body broke into several sections, and acid and organs floated and scattered in space.

Many players, through the broken gaps, even saw the sea breeze no. 9 still stuck to the outer shell of the mother ship not far away.

...

At this time, on the sea breeze no. 9.

Lin Li's encounter was completely different.

As the core hub of the entire Fire Seed Shelter, and the only material anchor in this universe.

The moment the Norn Queen died and the Warp energy flooded back.

All the psychic backlash, malicious curses, and abyssal pressure directed at this sector of space concentrated on Lin Li's soul alone like a shark smelling blood.

"Hum—!"

Lin Li only felt his eardrums perforate instantly, and his hearing was completely stripped away.

The physical laws of reality peeled away layer by layer before his eyes like paper scorched by fire.

Gravity reversed instantly! He was clearly standing on the bridge, but he suddenly felt a terrifying sense of weightlessness as if falling upwards!

Accompanied by a spinning sensation.

Lin Li found that he had smashed through the illusory cabin ceiling and appeared directly on the cold outer armor plate of the sea breeze no. 9!

All around was the endless deep space.

But there were no stars here, no depth of the universe.

In Lin Li's field of vision, the original space had turned into a piece of purple-red fetal membrane that was constantly rolling like rotten internal organs.

There was no air in the vacuum, but there was a suffocatingly strong smell of rust and the scorched smell of ashes.

In his mind, those blasphemous whispers were no longer like narration, but had turned into billions of miserably dead resentful souls, crazily chewing and tearing at his eardrums.

His line of defense for his sanity was being forcibly peeled away inch by inch by high-dimensional power.

Lin Li saw the fear in the deepest part of his heart—

He saw that there was no such thing as The Fourth Calamity in the cryo-pods of the Fire Seed Shelter.

Lying in the cryo-pods were all dried corpses that had been drained of their brains and were silently wailing;

He saw his own hands covered in black blood, and those players who cheered for the first kill had all been tricked by him into becoming slaves who would never be liberated in the flames of war.

This self-doubt and extreme guilt originating from the depths of the soul were magnified countless times by the Warp, more fatal than any blade.

Lin Li knelt on the metal armor, his hands digging hard into the cracks of the sea breeze no. 9.

His alloy gloves were crushed, his nails cracked, and he was bleeding profusely.

He was trembling violently, his sanity swaying crazily on the edge of a cliff.

He had a terrifying urge, wishing he could smash open his own skull with his hands and dig out that contaminated brain and throw it into the void!

One second before he went completely mad.

Lin Li suddenly exerted force and bit off the tip of his tongue!

The strong bloody taste and severe pain forcibly tore a clear path in his brain.

Taking advantage of this fleeting clarity, Lin Li raised his head and roared at the void with killing intent.

"It's all fucking fake... Get the fuck out of my head!"

The whispering stopped.

But before Lin Li could catch his breath.

What he faced was an even more desperate oppression.

In the rolling Warp tide above his head, a gap slowly cracked open.

There were no demons with bared fangs and brandished claws, nor a boiling sea of fire.

There was only an indescribable eye, large enough to fill the entire Yuanwang Star System, composed entirely of purple-red energy.

That eye slowly turned and stared fixedly at Lin Li, who was like an ant.

Just a gaze from a Supreme Existence of the Warp!

"Crack, crack, crack!"

The indestructible Power Armor on Lin Li's body actually began to crack and peel off inch by inch like rock that had weathered for tens of thousands of years!

His soul felt as if it had been pressed directly under countless scalpels, being cruelly sliced and examined piece by piece.

In front of the absolute Chaos god of the Warp, human struggle seemed ridiculous and meaningless.

But Lin Li did not close his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, bearing the psychic pressure that could crush his spine, and tremblingly picked up a piece of alloy.

He didn't ridiculously wave the fragment to slash at the void.

Instead, he stabbed backward, fiercely piercing his own thigh!

"Pfft!"

The fragment pierced through flesh and blood, pinning his whole body firmly to the armor plate of the sea breeze no. 9!

Pain is the best anchor to resist delusion.

Black blood sprayed wildly from Lin Li's mouth and nose. He stared at that indescribable giant eye and let out a roar that tore his vocal cords,

"You want to eat me?! Can you even fucking bite?!"