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"At this point, we don't know what to do."

Finally, the book-head man seemed to lie down and said.

Glenn didn't say anything when he saw this. He also felt that the current situation was very tricky.

"In that case, I will go back. You try to pay attention to the situation on the continent. Although I can cover the entire continent with my perception, I will only focus on guarding against the breath of withering. I can't pay attention to other details."

Glenn finished speaking, but saw that the book leader hesitated to speak.

Glenn raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Glenn, we can't do this."

The book-headed man lowered his head and said.

"What do you mean by 'not enough'?" Glenn asked puzzledly, his eyes slightly widened.

"We are no longer as powerful as before, especially after the central black hole escaped our control. Now we can only use all our strength to escape the pursuit of the Breath of Withering. It is even difficult to separate my consciousness to talk to you."

The book head man seemed to show a helpless expression to Glenn, although Glenn only saw the clean book cover without a single word on it.

"Is the situation so critical?" Glenn did not doubt the other party's words. He nodded slightly and left.

……

Apocalypse ruins.

Chebniel, covered in wounds, was held up by two expressionless Aries men.

"Chebniel, you have been looking for your people for so many years, and now you have found them, right? We are your real people, why do you reject us?"

An Aries man with a particularly long neck walked forward and stared at Chebniel's sheep eyes with his lifeless eyes.

"You are not my people! My people are not as twisted as you..."

Chebniel's white fur was covered in blood, and one of his twisted horns was broken. His eyes were filled with hatred and a hint of fear as he looked at the so-called "tribe members" in front of him.

"I understand. You must be the only one who has never seen the world, so you are so repulsive to us who have transcended. Come, let me show you what we are obsessed with and what we should pursue, and then you will understand."

The long-necked Aries man stood up, turned around and left.

The other Aries people also followed in tacit understanding. Chebniel, who was being carried, had no strength to resist and could only protest as he was taken away.

They seemed to be walking very slowly, but soon they passed through one ruined hill after another.

After a while, they arrived in front of a huge circular ring made of gold.

The long-necked Aries man in the lead stood in the middle, opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black air.

The black gas passed through the center of the giant ring and disappeared.

Then, the center of the giant ring seemed to be rippling like a lake, and it began to ripple, and soon another picture appeared.

It was a dead and gray world. On the lonely throne sat a figure with no clear face visible against the light. Only a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to burn everything in the world were projected.

In addition, there were many huge figures wandering in the distance around the throne, and each figure had a bright halo on the chest.

In the sky, there is a creature that is so huge that it is impossible to estimate, and its limbs are covered with layers of light circles from time to time, like a shark that occasionally surfaces in the sea.

Chebniel had never seen such a world and was stunned.

"Go in, and you will become like us."

The long-necked Aries man stood in front of the transmission passage leading to the Great Terror and politely made an inviting gesture to Chebniel.

Chebniel reacted and struggled frantically: "No! I don't want to go in! Please! Let me go! Let me go! Please!"

Chebniel's pleas echoed among the desolate ruins, but only resulted in the Aries people tightening their grip.

Their pale fingers dug into his fur like iron hoops, smearing the seeping blood into strange totems.

“You will thank us,” the long-necked Aries said, with a twisted sense of pleasure in his voice, “just like we thank the shepherd.”

Chebniel struggled violently, the wound on his broken horn burst open during the movement, blood flowed down his cheek into his eyes, dyeing his vision dark red.

Through this layer of blood, he saw that the scene in the golden ring became clearer - the halos on the chests of those wandering giants flickered, like some terrifying breathing rhythm.

"No...don't..." Chebniel's voice was hoarse.

The long-necked Aries man suddenly stretched out his slender fingers, and a crack appeared at the fingertips, revealing densely packed black fangs.

It used its strange fingers to cut a wound on Chebniel's forehead.

The severe pain made Chebniel's eyes go black, but what was even more terrifying was that he felt something cold drilling into his brain through the wound.

His vision began to distort, and the huge golden ring gradually turned into a door to truth in his eyes. Those horrific scenes suddenly became... beautiful.

"See?" the long-necked Aries whispered, "The Shepherd is calling us."

Chebniel's consciousness wavered between resistance and submission.

Part of him wanted to kneel before that grey throne and kiss those burning eyes, but something deeper screamed at him that this was all wrong.

Just then, a shrill cry was heard from the sky.

Chebniel barely raised his head and saw a deformed creature with three pairs of wings flying over the ruins.

That thing also had a halo on its chest, but it was much smaller than the one seen in the giant ring, and the light was much fainter.

"Even the sons of the sky have converted to the shepherd." A white Aries man holding Chebniel said piously.

The long-necked Aries turned towards the huge golden ring and suddenly fell to his knees, followed by the other Aries.

Chebniel felt the grip on him loosen, but he was too weak to escape.

"Great Shepherd," the long-necked Aries chanted, "we offer you a new lamb. May its flesh and blood become a bridge connecting the two worlds, and may its soul become the cornerstone under your throne!"

The dark world in the giant ring suddenly shook violently.

The figure on the throne moved for the first time—it slowly raised an arm, on which were seven interlocking halos.

With this action, all the wandering giants turned towards the direction of the golden ring, and the halos on their chests flashed synchronously.

Chebniel felt dizzy and heard countless whispers in his ears, as if millions of ants were crawling in his brain.

His fur began to move unnaturally, as if something underneath was trying to break out of his body.

"The time has come." The long-necked Aries stood up and turned to Chebniel, "Accept the shepherd's gift."

They lifted Chebniel up again and dragged him towards the golden ring. As they got closer, Chebniel felt a burning pain on the surface of his skin. The golden ring gave off an unnatural heat, and the air was filled with the smell of metal and rotting flesh.

"Please..." Chebniel's last resistance was as soft as a mosquito's cry.

Five meters, three meters, one meter...

Chebniel was lifted up, and he saw the dark world in the giant ring was close at hand.