Global Freeze: I built a doomsday safe house

The meaning expressed by the Silver Throne is no different from that of the Black Moon Priests.

They're all saying that the sixth generation of humanity will face the greatest catastrophe in history.

A calamity that was almost impossible to escape!

With a glimmer of hope, Zhang Yi asked, "I don't want to fight, can I just run away? If that's the case, do you have any good suggestions?"

The expressions on the faces of the twelve Silver Thrones remained unchanged.

Escaping may be shameful, but it's effective. They won't scoff at Zhang Yi's choice.

"Your power level has reached level five, so your lifespan will also become much longer."

"If one day you can reach our level of power, you may even come close to immortality."

“At times like these, no matter where you run, you will become prey for the Druckers.”

The short-haired Silver Moon Throne said softly, "That's why we must suppress Samael."

"Either we seal him away, or we wait for him to break free and spread throughout the universe, devouring us."

"Therefore, running away is useless."

The Silver Moon Queen told Zhang Yi an incredibly cruel truth.

This caused Zhang Yi to fall silent.

Kagago wants to update the human generation, just like a programmer updates program code.

If the Druckers were to resurrect, they would still devour them.

It's truly a case of being surrounded by wolves in front and pursuers behind!

"It seems that I have no other choice but to keep getting stronger so that I can at least fight against the Druckers!"

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, then clenched his fist and said firmly.

"Fight against the Druckers?"

A voice filled with doubt came from behind.

On the silver throne, several queens stared at Zhang Yi, their eyes filled with shock and regret.

They seemed to be looking at a child who didn't know any better.

Zhang Yi felt a little embarrassed by the stares.

Countering the Druckers has been the goal of almost all human races in the material world for over four billion years.

"Your Majesty, may I ask just how powerful the Druk people are?"

A silver queen replied, "I have learned everything about you Earthlings. I will answer you in terms you can understand!"

"According to your definition of the levels of alien energy, the twelve of us belong to the [King] level."

"And the Druk people belong to the [Omega]."

Although Zhang Yi was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but secretly swallow.

A being of the rank of twelve kings!

If any one of these twelve were to descend to Earth, they would likely be able to sweep away more than 80% of ancient civilizations!

And the Drucker is undoubtedly at the Omega level.

"However, your ability level classification is too simplistic. The difference between the King level and the Omega level is not small."

A long-haired, silver-haired queen spoke with a voice as clear as a mountain spring.

Do you know what Omega stands for?

"Um... does it mean something incredibly powerful, even capable of contending with the will of the creator?"

Zhang Yi replied.

“It represents the infinite.”

"Wuji?"

"Yes, Wuji! It means infinite and without limit!"

Queen Silvermoon answered truthfully.

"This is a completely different and entirely new realm, a level that transcends life in the ordinary sense. Their strength is immense, even we find it difficult to fully comprehend."

“This,” she suddenly looked at Ling, who was silently floating in mid-air, “she knows it better than we do. After all, she is a true Omega level!”

"Even the most powerful Drucker would have to bow down before her sword!"

Zhang Yi suddenly looked at Ling, who gave her a nonchalant glance.

"Mother."

"roll."

"..."

Zhang Yi touched his nose dejectedly. He'd probably been playing too much card games lately, but he really wanted to curry favor with someone powerful.

Wuji... Wuji...

He silently repeated the word to himself, gaining a new understanding of the Drucker's strength.

But there's no rush to ask that question again. I'll ask Ling properly later and have her explain it to me.

The underworld beneath the Silver Throne still radiates an incomparably magnificent glow, with the aura of the twelve goddesses enveloping the entire space, as if time itself has frozen at this moment.

However, right there within this sacred silver crystal wall, a sudden aura of darkness slowly emerged.

Zhang Yi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At the edge of the void, black flames quietly ignited. The flames shone without any light, yet they devoured everything around them, as if even light and order were about to collapse beneath them.

A young man dressed in a black robe slowly emerged from the flames.

His footsteps were slow and silent, his face was blurred, as if shrouded in mist, yet it exuded an overwhelming sense of presence.

Black flames swirled around him, and with each breath, the light of the entire underground world seemed to flicker.

Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He recognized him! He had seen that figure before in the illusion of the Dark Sun Forest—the shepherd!

But at this moment, the shepherd's figure was no longer gentle, but carried a deep darkness and an ancient pressure.

He maintained his calm smile, ignoring the silver throne beside him, and walked towards Zhang Yi.

Only when he saw Ling did his eyes reveal a deep-seated fear.

"You finally chose to leave... How laughable, giving up your own path to godhood to merge into the Aether Sea?"

At the same moment, the twelve silver goddesses' gazes suddenly sharpened, the crystal palace trembled violently, and the silver light and black flames collided in the air, producing a piercing cracking sound.

The young man gently raised his head, his eyes like a burning abyss.

"Zhang Yi..."

His voice was deep, yet possessed a strange magnetism, as if it could penetrate the depths of one's soul.

He was smiling as he looked at Zhang Yi, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

It's like a human watching an interesting little insect.

"You really are extraordinary. You even managed to gain her approval."

His gaze fell on Ling's human form in Zhang Yi's arms, flames churning violently, and his voice carried an undisguised apprehension.

“Ling… even after sleeping for billions of years, she still keeps me from sleeping peacefully.”

Zhang Yi was startled and realized his identity.

This is no ordinary man, but—the sin of wrath, Samael!

The spiritual will of the Drucker Titan!

Even with the suppression of the twelve Silver Thrones, his spirit and will could not be completely extinguished.

He actually appeared in front of everyone in a very brazen way!

Samael's spiritual form smiled slightly, and as the flames flickered, the boundaries of space seemed to tremble.

“Zhang Yi, the sixth generation of humans. You possess a tenacity and obsession that I have never seen in any other life form.”

"If you are willing to submit to me, I will grant you eternal life and endless power! You will no longer fear death, nor be bound by fate."