Long-term salvation

"For now, we don't want the world to collapse. After all, we're not prepared," Chaos laughed heartily, trying hard to force a laugh through the pain. "So, go save the world, savior. Take that nuclear bomb away from the human world and restore peace to the entire earth. Why don't you do that?"

Kill? The Ibris Organization is not sure whether they can kill you, and even less sure what will happen after killing you. After all, you are 'Isa (Jesus). If you return in three days, then wouldn't the price we paid be meaningless?

In that case... then I will exile you and let you fall into an endless supernatural dimension!

Of course, you can choose to escape from this vortex of dark clouds, and then watch the human beings on this earth being poisoned by the pollution of the inner world!

"In Kiev, you captured an agent, right?" Rhodes didn't respond, but asked another question. "You tortured him, and he said nothing."

"Apparently, but we've already gained some information from his dead brain." Chaos's silver mask was gradually losing its luster, clearly draining the last bit of life from the zombie beneath it. "You want revenge for him? I thought you'd stand before me, preach some truth to humanity's enemies, or perhaps pray for him before shooting me in the head."

"I usually do that, but this is too cheap for you."

As Rhodes spoke, he bent down with difficulty, reached out to grab Chaos's neck and lifted him up, while the revolver in his right hand was already loaded with bullets provided by Abigail and Pickman. Only three bullets could not close a crack of this level, but at least it could keep it quiet for a while.

Perhaps he should bring Abigail here? But her tiny body, still the juvenile offspring of an evil god, couldn't withstand the nuclear radiation here—in the science fiction world of Cthulhu, many monsters couldn't withstand it either. Rhode didn't want to go to Yog-Sothoth and ask, "Hello, sir, can you help me resurrect your daughter? She said she'd support me for tens of millions of years." He'd definitely get killed, or worse.

What's more, the remaining pages of the Book of the Dead are placed in the vortex there, so there is no need to take the risk.

"D, be ready to catch me," Rhodes said, turning to the exhausted Nikki, who had also been exposed to a large amount of nuclear radiation and was now experiencing problems with her body. "If I don't come back, you must leave this place immediately. The system will repair your body. Then go and reunite with Baizi... Find Abigail and Muji, and have them pull me out."

Chaos: “……?”

"I understand." Nikki nodded slightly, but she stepped forward and kissed the side of Rhodes' face, which had obvious lesions, and whispered, "But I still want to go with you."

"So do you want us both to fall to the ground and die? Not that it's impossible, but it's a bit stupid."

"...I'll catch you."

Hearing this, Rhodes smiled at Nikki, then carried the silent Chaos towards the nearest chain.

Rhodes grabbed the chain and let it drag him and Chaos into the vortex of dark clouds!

A sickening, oily, iridescent light swirled in the vortex's center, a substance resembling liquid metal swirling within, casting distorted specks of light across the veil woven by the blizzard. From time to time, pinkish-purple lightning burst forth from the slowly swirling wall of cloud. These lightning bolts, however, never struck downward, but instead climbed through the wind and snow like vines, their tiny arcs dancing between each radiation-soaked snowflake.

The crack in the inner world is at the deepest part of the vortex.

In the howling snow and wind, Rhodes saw that at the end of the chain was a metal box - a box containing a nuclear warhead - but there was only one here.

Three nuclear warheads, where is the last one?

With this thought, Rhode adjusted his posture in the gust of wind, grabbed the chain wrapped around the metal box, and then looked down at Chaos. The latter sensed his intention, but simply said:

"It's truly amazing. I already know some of your abilities, and I'll definitely be able to put them to good use next time."

"...Sure enough, I can't kill you in one blow, 'Chaos'," Rhodes sneered, and then tied the extremely weakened Chaos to the metal box.

In fact, there was no need to do so. The suction from the vortex of dark clouds was getting stronger and stronger, pressing the two men under the metal box. Every time they moved their limbs, it was difficult and painful, and the chains used for traction began to slowly break.

One by one they broke.

"But you will follow me to hell," Chaos forced a laugh through his teeth. His mask was gradually cracking, and a distorted brown pupil could be seen through the crack. "Even if it's only temporarily."

Ignoring Chaos, Rhodes struggled to grab the chain and rubbed against the top of the metal box, where he saw the ancient book clinging to the surface of the box. The book was not tied up, as if it was placed casually, without any signs of being blown by the wind.

With his left hand tightly gripping the chain, Rhode exhaled slowly, glanced at the countdown number, then grabbed the book with his right hand and flipped it open! The book flew out and fell into his hands obediently.

After putting the book into the storage space and going to keep company with the metal box with the nuclear warhead, Rhodes counted down until all the chains connecting it to the bottom broke.

In the suddenly intensified snowstorm, he grasped the chains binding the metal box, listened to Chaos's hearty laughter, measured the distance between the countdown and the crack in the other world, and then -

Rhodes let go.

As he brushed past the metal box and Chaos on it, Rhodes saw the face revealed after the silver mask completely cracked... It was a very ordinary Arab face, thin and withered, but those twisted eyes were as bright as stars, revealing a determination that was comparable to any other warrior.

He had faith and will, but unfortunately they were misplaced.

With this in mind, Rhodes took out his revolver, aimed at Chaos, the nuclear bomb metal box, and the crack in the other world deep in the vortex. The moment Chaos and the nuclear bomb metal box disappeared into the crack, he pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired.

The bullet penetrated the crack, and the dark cloud vortex began to spin faster.

When the cloud vortex reached its peak speed, the blizzard and deep snow suddenly began to flow upward. Billions of white fragments rose against gravity, and the moment they touched the cloud vortex, the entire sky erupted in indigo flames like burning lapis lazuli!

The next second, the crack in the other world, which had shrunk to a tiny point, let out a shrill scream, and a reality storm caused by supernatural power spread out in all directions, passing through Pripyat and Chernobyl, completely killing the creatures from the other world and draining their vitality from it - only the zombies could still exist here, wandering in those abandoned cities.

In this area, later called "The Zone", the land has been corrupted by supernatural forces, and any human who dies here or is swept by supernatural storms will become one of the zombies.

A few years later, when the super-strong radiation abnormally weakened, a steady stream of explorers and scientists came here, simply because there is a legend here, a legend that by crossing the [door], one can gain access to the infinite and vast universe... Anyone can find what belongs to them here and achieve what they want.

Whether it was true or not, no one knew, but that was already in the future. Right now, Rhodes was only thinking about not being killed when he fell to the ground.

This was obviously much worse than in Dyatlov.

"I should have brought a parachute..."

Rod looked at the ground below which was getting closer and closer, and saw Nikki climbing onto the Chernobyl sarcophagus and looking up. The expression on her face gradually changed from surprise to fear and panic.

"If that doesn't work... you can just bring an umbrella to comfort yourself."

[Side Quest: Triangulation: Call of Pripyat (Completed)]

[Side Quest: Extinguish the Smokeless Flame (Complete once)]

【Task rewards begin to be distributed】

[Reward for pollution points in the other world (collected)]

[Character Exchange Ticket (Received, Requires a Carry)]

[Repair points have been deducted] [Niki repair points have been deducted]

[Repair started][……][Repair completed]

【System starts updating】

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Fall into hell.

Falling into the crack of the other world, Chaos... or should we call him by his real name, Azariyeh Hussein Shamari, opened his eyes and found that he did not die immediately, but came to a drowsy world.

He turned his head and saw that the countdown on the metal box of the nuclear bomb had only ten seconds left.

So, Azariye endured the pain of his body's continuous collapse, sat cross-legged, and waited for death to come.

The countdown ended, the nuclear bomb exploded, and the blazing flames engulfed everything around it.

When he opened his eyes, Azariye found that he did not die immediately, but came to a drowsy world.

He turned his head and saw that the countdown on the metal box of the nuclear bomb had only ten seconds left.

Realizing something, Azariye tried to move his body, trying to stop the countdown of the nuclear bomb, but it was meaningless - like Rhodes, he was not a bomb disposal expert, and after losing the power of the Book of the Dead, he was just an ordinary Islamic scholar.

"...No...No, no, no, this cannot happen. Even if you have to give me a painful death, or torture me for hundreds or thousands of years, this cannot happen!!!"

The countdown ends and the nuclear bomb explodes.

Opening his eyes, Azariye found...

Chapter 321 The Dnieper River Flows Quietly (20/20)

"The second Chernobyl nuclear power plant accident... The Belarusian and Ukrainian military have designated this area as a restricted area... The restricted area has been expanded to 50 to 100 kilometers..."

"A unit of troops still under the command of the now defunct Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs has left its garrison..."

"This is a Russian conspiracy!"

"Boris Yeltsin committed atrocities against the free Ukrainian people..."

"At present, the Russian Kremlin has denied the allegations and announced the early withdrawal of troops remaining in Ukraine... A thorough investigation into the accident is underway..."

The bald passenger ship crew member turned off the small radio in his hand and walked into the lower cabin with a worried look on his face.

As he walked in and took off his frosted cold-proof mask, the unique burnt smell of burning diesel immediately filled his nostrils, and the metallic scraping sound of the stern propeller also reached his ears - the icicles rushing down from upstream were gnawing at the bronze blades, slowing down the speed of the passenger ship.

There were no ordinary passengers on the cruise ship on this voyage...they were chartered.

A few days ago, some tourists chartered a ferry, paying in US dollars! It's quite normal; at this time of year and season, they're the only boat still plying the river. If they'd gone any earlier, there would have been no chance, and the vast Dnieper River would have been covered in nothing but white ice.

In any case, this made the captain, who was worried about how to pay the crew and keep the passenger ship running, very happy. After drinking a lot of wine, he patted his chest and promised several other crew members that if they made a big profit, he would give each of them a bonus.

Although the bald crew member had long known that the captain had been planning to take away everyone's wages, sell the ship, and then run back to his hometown in the countryside to rent a piece of land and become a farmer, he didn't care:

As an agent of the Perseus organization, he certainly wouldn't care about such trivial matters!

He was more concerned about what was in the large wooden box in the stern cabin... What on earth needed a group of strong men wearing masks to escort them? Under their bulging coats, there were obviously various weapons!

This thing had just been delivered by another small inland freighter. On that side were a group of men who were clearly military-trained. They were all wearing thick cold-weather masks, obscuring their true faces. Seven or eight other people had also boarded the passenger ship.

"The boss just went to Pripyat to investigate the whereabouts of the nuclear warheads, and a nuclear disaster occurred there. Some people also saw natural disasters such as tornadoes and lightning."

The passenger ship crew did not rush to the stern cabin, but followed the slippery lower passage through the engine room, and came to the upper cabin by brushing past the blind spot of the guards' vision:

"These guys, don't get involved in the nuclear warhead thing—smuggling some rifles and grenades is fine, but don't do anything serious."

Thinking this way, the passenger ship crew touched his bald head and tiptoed over the outer edge of the ship. This was not an easy job. Although they were close to Kherson, there was still light snow, making the painted metal outside particularly slippery.

Slowly, slowly moving over, the passenger ship crew crouched under the window of the private room and placed a small monitoring device on the window. The screen device connected to it immediately lit up, and the scene inside the private room appeared on it.

Inside sat a man with an Arab face. He seemed to say something, then expressionlessly put on a silver-white mask. Then, several people sitting opposite him knelt down in worship.

A strange whisper rang in the ears of the passenger ship crew member, causing him to frown subconsciously:

"What the hell..."

Not long after, there seemed to be a knock on the door of the private room, causing these Arabs to turn their heads and look. Their movements were almost identical, like machines on a factory assembly line.

One of them stood up, put on his mask, and opened the door.

Viktor Zakhaev?!

After seeing the face appear on the screen, the cruise ship crew member was shocked. He pursed his lips and had a bad premonition in his heart.

Since they couldn't hear any sound, the cruise ship crew could only guess what they talked about based on Victor's expression and lip movements - he suddenly wanted to laugh, after all, if the other party spoke English or French, he wouldn't be able to guess.

The crew members gathered their thoughts and concentrated their minds, trying to discern the key Russian words from the words:

No contact, time, father, disaster, and...nuclear bomb.

The crew members of the cruise ship felt as if the blood in their bodies had completely solidified.

What happened to the boss in Pripyat?! Did he get nuked by those damn terrorists?!

Feeling a little irritated, even with a faint pain in the depths of his mind, the passenger ship crew member prepared to put away his device and leave. But at this moment, a face suddenly appeared on the screen of his device. More accurately, it was a mask, a silver-white mask.

At this time, he finally heard the sound coming from inside, it was gunshot.

When the bullet penetrated the thin iron sheet of the cabin, crushed the stomach, and instantly dyed the dirty passenger ship crew uniform red with blood, the Perseus agent disguised as a crew member, code-named "Passenger Ship", knew that he would die here.

Without any hesitation, Agent Perseus quickly jumped back into the water. He swam hard... This was not for survival, but to buy time.

Buy yourself time to leave information.

More bullets were fired into the river where a pool of bright red water emerged, their trajectories arranged like a web, wrapped in strings of bubbles.

Some warheads were embedded in the ice, only to sink to the bottom of the river with the arrival of spring, or fortunately be washed ashore by the river early - like the body of Perseus agent Yevgeny Tikhonov, codenamed "Passenger Ship".

In the freezing river water, he used his last bit of consciousness to take out a knife and carved the words "V", "235" and "Mask" on his arm.

So, the count starts from the moment that burning heart stops beating.

Yevgeny's body was found 16 hours later.

Eighteen hours later, a hospital nurse named Strelok walked into the basement morgue of Kyiv City Hospital.

19 hours later, the intelligence appeared in the hands of the intelligence analysts of the Army Without Borders.

20 hours later, an encrypted document was simultaneously sent to Hill House for review and would be delivered to the leader of the Army Without Borders after he regained consciousness.

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“…” Zakhaev opened his eyes with difficulty and saw his son sitting next to him, with a hint of surprise on his savage face.

"water……"

"Wait and drink it first, it's only for moistening your lips."

“…our people…”

"Everyone in Pripyat was wiped out. Only you and Makarov escaped... But we didn't gain nothing. It seems that some strange changes have occurred there."

Variety?

Zakhaev turned his head and saw that his left arm had disappeared without a trace.

With a faint roar of anger, Zakhaev fell into coma again.