Zerg in the Crystal Wall World.

Black Domain Divine Kingdom.

"Master, the Space Finger Department has received a sub-dimensional broadcast." A dwarf with a funny beard, pushing a cart, came running to the Cable Throne Room to report.

"Master, look." The bald dwarf pulled out a terminal window from the cart and opened it up.

Countless lines of symbols were scrolling rapidly in the window. They were displayed by the dot matrix graphics sent by the super membrane broadcast. Those strange symbols rolled by like the ripples on a turbulent river. Only a small part of them could be distinguished.

"The broadcast has been going on for five minutes and it's still going on!" The replica dwarf pointed at the window and said, "The broadcast message is very brief. It lasts so long because it uses different languages. There are already thousands of languages, oh, up to ten thousand!"

"Is this a broadcast to the entire Crystal Wall System?" asked the bald dwarf on the cable throne.

"Yes, each of our reconnaissance aircraft received the information synchronously."

The bald man closed his eyes and took a few breaths before he realized something: "This is the work of the God of Light. It's a large-scale forbidden spell, but it's only used to send a broadcast. What a big deal."

“We’re trying to decipher the language of broadcasting.”

"No, there will definitely be Huan Guangyu. He won't forget his old friends."

This bald guy is the God of Phantom Light. He has been hiding since the failure of the anti-Zerg alliance. He is one of the few gods who first fought against the Zerg and survived until now.

Just as he expected.

The language of the Kingdom of Fantasy Light soon appeared on the window.

Read the content of the message, it's very brief:
The ultimate devouring has begun. The long river of destiny has become a part of the insect tide. The past, present and future of the Crystal Wall System, the Crystal Wall System will become a canvas for the insect tide to paint on at will, and all life and soul will become a part of the insect tide.

For the sake of your life and civilization, please use your power.

"Master, is this true?" asked the Copy of Phantom Light God in panic.

"Of course. Why do you think I locked up all the prophets?"

If the Hive Mind corrodes the world's super-consciousness, the first person to be affected will undoubtedly be the Prophet. Any behavior of observing fate will be "contaminated" by the Hive Mind.

This is also the most direct consequence of the Zerg's invasion of the world's super-conscious body: all civilizations except the Zerg will become blind.

"Should we counterattack?" the replica dwarf asked timidly.

"Counterattack? Of course not." The God of Phantom Light said as a matter of course, "Our strength is too weak. It doesn't matter to the insect swarm whether we join or not."

"You're right. The Zerg tide won't fail because of our absence." The replica dwarf pile responded with a smile.

But the God of Light became serious. The implant in his head began to glow, and his voice was no longer gentle: "You don't think so in your heart. How dare you hide it from me!"

The replica dwarf could only kowtow and speak his true thoughts: "If all the people in the Black Domain Divine Kingdom think this way, then the Crystal Wall System is definitely finished."

"Stupid!" The God of Light suddenly roared, "How could I have such a stupid copy of you! I should send you to a recycling factory and use the biomass to make mining slaves instead of wasting it on you!"

"No," Huan Guangshen said coldly, "There are gaps in your memory? Who instilled this idea in you?"

"It's me." A voice came from behind his head, clear and firm, but the timbre was so varied that it was impossible to tell what the characteristics were.

"You are exactly the same as my ancestors remembered, Epsilon." A halfling appeared behind the God of Light without anyone noticing, with an exquisite hidden blade across the latter's throat.

The sword light flickering on the blade indicated the twelfth-order distortion fluctuations. Even if the God of Phantom Light had the help of domain and forbidden spells, he would not be able to stop this attack.

"Ah... Assassin, why don't all of you die?" The God of Phantom Light was not panicked at all, but just complained, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

"Because freedom is eternal. Even your clones still have the desire for freedom in their hearts."

"I have nothing in common with you. Just tell me, what do you want?"

"Animus." The assassin said simply.

The Animus instrument is a special device that can explore, instill, and even create inherited memories out of thin air.

One of the technologies actively spread by the Empire during the Imperial Truth period.

"Don't you hate this kind of instrument that distorts free will the most?"

The assassin just responded coldly: "Everything is empty."

“An excuse for wanton behavior.”

The assassin did not reply, but pressed his sleeve blade down again.

"Its functions overlap with those of the mind control device, and it is even more uncontrollable. Except for the prototype, all the Animus instruments have been destroyed by me."

Compared with the mind control device, the biggest advantage of the Animus instrument is that it can assist the promotion of eleventh-level units, but the God of Light himself is only an eleventh-level unit, so he naturally will not allow the existence of twelfth-level combat power in the Kingdom of God.

“I want the prototype.”

“It takes time to get prototypes up and running…”

"You don't need to worry about this," the assassin said coldly, "My brothers have already taken control of the prototype, and even the machine soul is ready. You just need to provide the secret key."

“……”The one who can sneak into the core of the kingdom of God silently must be a twelfth-level assassin. How many Assassins are there in my family?

At this time, blood was already flowing from his neck. The wound was attached to his will. Even if the God of Phantom Light used forbidden spells to heal the wound, it would take several weeks to heal.

A string of phantom characters traveled along the cable behind his head and was transmitted to the display screen on the cart.

This is the instrument’s secret key, 30,000 random numbers generated in real time.

When all the numbers flashed across the screen, the God of Phantom Light suddenly noticed that his kingdom was in chaos.

At least fifty trans-dimensional teleporters were illegally activated, and their destinations were all the same: next to the Animus instrument.

The number was so large that even the God of Phantom Light couldn't help but hold his breath. As a super weapon, the realm around the trans-dimensional teleporter was of high level.

Anyone who can sneak up to it silently and hijack and activate the equipment must be at least a "master" if not a twelfth-level person.

"You'd better be careful. The 'raw materials' used to make the instrument are not simple." The God of Phantom Light warned.

"I know what's in there better than you do."

After hearing this, the God of Phantom Light secretly planned to escape: "If you have any other requests, please tell me all of them."

"One last request."

puff-

The hidden blade pierced into the side of the Phantom God's neck.

The Phantom God didn't even have time to change his expression.

He had never expected that he would be killed.

The current God of Phantom Light is the core of the existence of the Black Domain Kingdom. Once something goes wrong with him, several Black Domain Kingdoms will collapse in an instant.

Under the current circumstances, the life of the God of Phantom Light is linked to the lives of tens of billions of people.

Not only would these assassins not want to kill him, they would even take the initiative to protect him when necessary.

The last obsession made the God of Light tremble and ask: "Why..."

The answer he got was the declaration he was tired of hearing: "Everything is permitted."

The God of Phantom Light immediately understood that in the context of a greater goal, he and the entire kingdom of God had become the part that could be sacrificed.

With the power of starlight pulled by his thoughts, the God of Phantom Light still wants to make a final struggle.

But the will of the twelfth-level assassin forcibly overcame the obstacles and sent this star domain god who had survived from the goblin era to his death...

……

The broadcast has just been sent.

The core warehouse of the Kingdom of God. The huge Animus instrument was almost broken into a pile of parts.

The outer shell was almost completely removed, and some accessories that looked handmade were forcibly connected. Countless cables were pulled out and connected to various coils and terminals on the periphery.

Next to the core's spherical sealed cabin, there was a halfling leaning against it.

He was clearly not wearing a hood but his face was blurry, he was clearly standing but his height was unclear, he had no shadow, and one could even vaguely see through him and see the scene behind him...

This doesn't mean that he is a ghost, but that he is also a twelfth-level assassin.

After waiting for a while, he suddenly raised his eyes.

The small device connected to one of the cables of the Animus instrument began to flash blue light.

After a moment, various parts of the instrument began to emit a slight humming sound.

The assassin could also feel the stasis field in the sealed cabin behind him being shut down.

"It's time." Followed by an inaudible murmur.

Dozens of blue and white arcs of light appeared out of thin air.

In silent steps, groups of hooded assassins stepped across the arc of light, appeared next to the instrument, and saluted it one by one: "Grand Master."

"Three hundred and fifty-two people, all the masters are here," the Assassin Grand Master said quickly, "Since you have come here, I believe you have all awakened. But I still need to emphasize that our action this time is a counterattack by the desperate. There is neither glory nor freedom. We need to abandon the bottom line of being human and embrace depravity. Not only will we face death, but our bodies and souls will also be deformed... If you still have hope in your heart, please leave."

None of the hundred people moved.

The Grand Assassin said no more and kicked the switch beside him.

A shrill buzzing sound emerged, and electric arcs immediately appeared in the surrounding coils. Scarlet mist began to expand outward with the sealed cabin as the core.

As the machine starts.

Everyone seemed to hear loud chanting in their ears and vaguely saw the shadows of their ancestors around them. All kinds of unforgettable events began to reappear before their eyes.

Various phantoms have appeared around some people with weak wills. These are the products of the red fog projecting their fantasies into reality.

A voice reached everyone's ears: "When others blindly pursue the truth, remember——"

All assassins responded at the same time: "Everything is false."

"When others are restrained by morality or law, remember—"

"All things are permitted."

These two simple sentences did not wake up everyone, but simply unified the complicated illusions.

These are all manifestations of the soul's transformation from stability to activity under the animus force field.

However, during the modification, the Grand Master took the initiative to close the safety valve and amplified the force field to the limit.

It's like the difference between CT and nuclear radiation, which has caused a huge psychological burden on everyone.

This method is neither safe nor scientific, but it meets the standards of a special sacrificial ceremony.

At this moment, another great mentor took action and the God of Phantom Light died.

The death of the god immediately caused a series of reactions.

The first thing to be affected is that all areas will become ineffective immediately.

Although the Black Domain Kingdom would not collapse immediately due to the forbidden spell, the machines, magic arrays, and large-scale rituals that required the priests to summon their domains to maintain them had begun to fail.

The location of the Kingdom of God is no longer in an absolutely hidden state.

So the next moment.

The fourteenth-order distortion wave has arrived.

It's chaos.

He blessed all the assassins at the first opportunity.

Instead of making them "chaotic", they learned the blessings of "mutation" and "evolution" from the Zerg.

Multiple cushions appeared on the feet to absorb sound and shock; the skin became rough and had multiple layers of pigment patches; the bones were scattered and had more joints, suitable for deformation and camouflage...

In just a few minutes, most of the assassins turned into monsters.

But the opposite.

A very small number of assassins, led by the new Grand Assassin, forcibly maintained their human form under waves of distortion.

Of course, because they did not have a deep understanding of cells and genes, although the appearance was anchored by will, the flesh and blood still underwent earth-shaking changes.

And these are not the main points.

The ancient gods are thinking creatures, and to them, the physical body is just an embellishment.

Under the distortion of chaos, the thinking of each assassin began to become extreme: selfishness, rebellion, alienation, failure, fear, self, dark side... all kinds of emotions mixed together, influencing and reconstructing each other, but in the end, they did not point to chaos.

It is "freedom", the most casual and disorderly freedom.

This is a trait that chaos has selected through endless mutations in the Ψ world, and it is also a bottle of poison specially prepared for the will of the hive.

Order and chaos are two sides of the same coin.

When chaos takes notice, order naturally follows, but He does not curse those favored by chaos.

The huge Animus machine changed. The outer shell of its sealed cabin gradually disintegrated while twisting, revealing a huge flesh and blood tissue shaped like a brain inside.

The psionic fluctuation just now originated from this.

The main reason why Animus can create illusions and arouse desires in the mind is that the core material of its prototype is a broken big ball.

The Chosen One of Chaos gently raised his hand and stabbed the hidden blade into the body of the broken ball.

The latter immediately let out a scream.

Fourteenth-order distortion waves came at the same time, and their wide range represented that Order had almost used all its strength.

As it twisted, the body of the big ball was stretched and compressed, flickering at the same frequency as the stars in the sky... Finally, it turned into starlight and merged into the sleeve blade.

Sealing demons or other creatures into weapons is a traditional skill of the Crystal Wall system, but in this process, the positioning of the big ball is actually closer to a reference to an intention.

It represents the insect tide, the collective will, and the master himself.

The moment the hidden blade took shape again, the world's super consciousness almost boiled.

At the moment the new hidden blade was born, all the prophets in the entire Crystal Wall system felt at the same time: a blade destined to kill the Overmind was born...

Violent psionic fluctuations were heard.

A tentacle appeared out of nowhere, disrupting the surrounding space-time structure almost instantly.

Whether it was the assassin or the hidden blade, it was almost instantly crushed into the most basic elemental particles.

But for the fourteenth-order unit, the moment this individual, this weapon, was formed, death was meaningless.

However, after a dozen minutes, the world's super consciousness became turbulent again.

Somewhere in the Crystal Wall System, the hidden blade destined to kill the Overlord was reshaped.

However, this time, it was obscured the moment it was born, and no trace of it was found...

…………(End of chapter)