National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"These loyal dogs you abandoned... have been starving for a hundred years..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver thread tightened suddenly as if it had received some kind of instruction, bursting out with powerful force, instantly crushing Beidou Xingjun's skull.

Shockingly, what rolled out of the skull was not the normal brain marrow, but half a shriveled cold-repelling pill!

This cold-relieving pill lay quietly on the ground, its surface covered with traces of time. It seemed out of place in this weird and terrifying scene, yet it seemed to be hiding an unknown secret, making everything even more confusing.

Su Mohui stared at the shrunken cold-repelling pill, an indescribable uneasiness swirling in her heart. She subconsciously called the system urgently, but all she got in response was the stuttering sound of a computer crashing, interspersed with the system's intermittent, fragmented voice.

[Host, please... be aware... the Cthulhu gods... have destroyed... the world... consciousness]

[The current reincarnation... has deviated... from the right track... You... have... entered...!$%&****]

The voice stopped abruptly, and the system's voice was interrupted abruptly, leaving only endless silence.

Su Mohui stood there in a daze, everything around her frozen in that moment. Her gaze slowly shifted downwards, and she saw cold-repelling pills appearing on the ground without warning, like some mysterious and terrifying omen.

Looking at these pills, Su Mohui's consciousness gradually calmed down in this chaos. Her eyes became more and more determined, and she thought to herself: Since the god Cthulhu has wantonly destroyed the world consciousness, there is no need for me to worry about it anymore and show mercy -

At this moment, she quickly sorted out the known clues in her mind: the mysterious flint, the strange blood and tears of the sacred tree, Cthulhu madly devouring the unknown power, and the extremely evil fire kite...all seemed to be the key to all this conspiracy.

Beyond that, she always remembered a faint chanting voice that lingered in her ears like a ghost in this strange world. Xiaoguang had warned her that it was the deadly summons of the power of the Cthulhu, and that anyone with a weak will would be instantly dragged into an endless abyss of darkness.

But the stubbornness and unwillingness in Su Mohui's bones were completely ignited, and a resolute courage surged in her heart: she wanted to fight with fate to the death for a glimmer of hope, just like Zhuanxu and Qi Mo. Even if the road ahead was full of thorns, she would challenge this so-called destiny to see whether it was fate that could not be defied, or man could conquer nature!

Just as Su Mohui secretly made up her mind, Xiaoguang, who had been guarding her, suddenly became stern. He keenly sensed a strange wave coming from the direction of the altar. In an instant, he was startled -

The puppet king's true body was actually touched by someone!

That's right. Ever since Xiaoguang became a god as the Puppet King, he's possessed an incredible ability: the ability to replicate himself infinitely. And at this moment, the Xiaoguang standing quietly beside Su Mohui was just one of his many clones.

Su Mohui took a deep breath, and the spiritual power surged around her body. She lightly and decisively broke away from the cocoon that Xiaoguang had carefully woven with silver threads.

At that moment, her left hand steadily held the Rebirth Mirror, the ancient object emitting a faint glow. Her right hand expertly twirled it, and in an instant, a wisp of samsara calamity fire ignited at her fingertips. This calamity fire leaped and flickered, embodying a strange and magnificent hue. Each leap seemed to burn away all the vanity in the world.

This was the last time she resolutely returned to the Netherworld in order to completely escape the pursuit of the power of the Crimson Realm. In the Netherworld Sea, the "spark of hope" given by Suiren and her own Netherworld Tribulation Fire, like close friends reunited after a long separation, blended seamlessly together.

Since then, the power of this samsara fire has achieved a qualitative leap. It is now even stronger than before, and every flame contains the power to destroy the world.

Although the surrounding scene was extremely horrifying, with tumor-like bumps rising from the ground and bursting and spewing foul-smelling mucus from time to time; the air was filled with a pungent stench, and in the distance, unidentified objects were emitting strange roars, each sound was piercing and creepy.

But Su Mohui seemed to have not heard anything. She remained silent, completely ignoring all these strange phenomena. Then she turned to look at Xiaoguang, and when their eyes met, she gave him a firm and reassuring look.

Afterwards, she mobilized the divine power throughout her body and gathered it in her ears. The divine power was like a lively stream, flowing rapidly through her meridians and continuously infusing her auditory senses.

She tilted her ear slightly and listened carefully, trying to catch the whisper hidden in the endless void.

And that whisper seemed like a call from a distant time and space, or like the temptation of evil forces. Every syllable seemed to carry endless temptation and danger.

.............

Su Mohui slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with a scene of chaos and deathly silence. At the same time, the system's notification tone, accompanied by the murmur of electricity, suddenly rang in her ears.

[Ding Dong: The host has entered "The End of Sui Ming Kingdom", the current world collapse progress: 70%]

[Host, please speed up the task! ]

The once innocent and childish voice has now disappeared without a trace, replaced by a cold, mechanical tone that seems to have been drained of emotion.

Su Mohui sneered in her heart. In this situation, how could she easily believe in this so-called system again?

Her thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and those dusty memories came flooding back like a tide. She vaguely remembered that she had been stuck in this strange world for a long time, as if she was trapped in an endless cycle.

Every struggle and exploration seems to have made new progress, but it always returns to a certain point inadvertently, repeating the same experiences and difficulties.

And the system, since some unknown time, had been corrupted and replaced by the evil power of the god Cthulhu. Every instruction and every prompt it issued was like bait hidden in a trap, luring her step by step towards the abyss.

In those silent moments, when everything around her was shrouded in fear and despair brought about by the power of the system, she would occasionally hear the faint call of the real small system in a trance.

That voice, like a ray of light in the darkness, carried a familiar warmth and kindness, attempting to guide her out of her predicament. However, all external forces were brutally cut off by the invisible hand of the power of restraint.

She felt like she was trapped on an isolated island, surrounded by surging waves and endless darkness, with all contact with the outside world completely cut off.

Now, Su Mohui knew that the only power she could rely on was the power of the Netherworld. Those mysterious abilities hidden in the depths of the Netherworld, those magical weapons that had accompanied her through countless hardships and dangers, now became her only light of hope in this collapsing world.

She clenched her fists and looked at the altar five steps away. The pool of bright red blood seemed to be infused with endless rage, rolling and boiling wildly.