Long-term salvation

This possibility would obviously bring shame to the United Nations and make the world situation even more chaotic. For this reason, the other representatives frowned and cast looks of varying meanings at the United States representatives.

But to everyone's surprise, Irons remained restrained and even seemed to have expected it.

"One is abominable monsters from some supernatural dimension. Others are biological weapons released by the Umbrella Corporation. These are all the work of a Middle Eastern terrorist organization called the Iblis Organization. There's also the human organ trafficking and smuggling."

Irons said calmly. He took out a briefcase, showed the photos inside to the representatives, and continued:

"If you need these photos, please ask an intelligence officer with a higher security level to get them. Don't take them away."

After carefully examining the photos, the United States representative flipped over the Umbrella Corporation section, folded it, and said with a touch of arrogance and disdain:

"I'm aware of your rivalry with Umbrella, Mr. Irons. First of all, these biological weapons, which only appear in photos and videos, don't prove their existence. They can be fabricated. If there are any problems, the United States will naturally investigate, and they don't need your help. Now, tell me about that supernatural dimension in detail."

Hearing this, Irons raised his eyebrows. He glanced at the eager expression on the face of the United States representative, then turned his gaze to Dr. Peng Jiamu and the Russian representative. After receiving the other party's return gaze, he slowly said:

"It's just a guess. I call it the 'other world,' meaning the opposite of the real world..."

After briefly recounting some overly basic common sense about the other world, Irons, feeling somewhat dry-mouthed, noticed that the United States representative had calmed down amidst the genuine or feigned shock of the other representatives. His expression was clearly filled with regret and caution.

Irons didn't say anything useful at all! At least—not useful to the Organization.

In contrast, Ains, who had a little more understanding in his heart, became more relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and continued with a mocking smile on his face:

"Right now, that [organization] is conducting experiments in the otherworld. They're constantly collecting living people and human organs to achieve even more sinister goals. For example, they might infect the entire world with a genetic virus to screen for qualified humans, or use supernatural powers to transform themselves into even greater beings."

"Forces like Umbrella and others clearly provided them with assistance. We can even boldly speculate that the former is one of them... Mr. Clayton Brooks, do you have any questions? I'm talking about the Ibris Organization."

No one spoke, except for the confused representatives of France and England, everyone else had their own thoughts.

"...You, your speculation is quite bold."

Sir Perwood laughed dryly, wiped his cold sweat with a handkerchief, and handed a handkerchief to the United States representative, who also had some sweat on his forehead, but the latter immediately rejected the kindness, so the Sir could only give up his hand in embarrassment.

"Actually, I think it's possible," Dr. Peng Jiamu said. He glanced at the slightly flushed face of the United States representative and added, "Of course, it's about the other world. This year, 'zombies' were discovered near Chengdu, Sichuan, my country. They were resurrected corpses. Although they were eventually burned to death by flamethrowers, they did cause some casualties."

"Similar events could also be observed in Russia, especially in tundra forests."

"...There aren't any in Britain yet, at least not that I know of." Sir Perwood pointed his fingers together, his timid expression growing even more pronounced, earning him scornful and disdainful looks from the others. "But there are indeed legends like 'Van Helsing vs. Dracula.' At least Van Helsing definitely existed—and his descendants were even nobles."

Thinking of that quirky, arrogant and intelligent girl, Sir Perwood couldn't help but sigh.

Intergula... Last time you said you wanted to go look for the vampire sealed by our ancestors. You should be able to find it now, right?

"As for us, France? If we use the otherworldly explanation, then it can indeed explain many of the suspicious points in the Eiffel Tower incident in Paris," the French representative nodded. "I heard that you had Atlas Company's intelligence personnel transfer some intelligence regarding... the region. Let us first thank you here, Mr. Irons."

"Well, based on the statements of the United States soldiers who survived the Mogadishu incident, and the videos, photos, and eyewitness reports you submitted, we tentatively assume that another supernatural dimension truly exists. However, your statement still smacks of unrealistic fantasy and arrogance, Jonathan Irons."

The representative of the United States spoke, standing up, trying to make himself more dignified:

"But we will verify the authenticity of the information, and the president will make the appropriate decision. Thank you for your help and understanding."

"At this time, the photos and videos have become real again?" Irons said with a hint of provocation, and raised his palm to signal him to shut up before he could speak. Then, the giant leader stood up, looked at the faces of all the representatives, and said:

"You will definitely confirm this. Although you were already vaguely aware of the changes in the world before coming here, you are only trying to get more detailed information from me. The secrets of the other world cannot be revealed to the public yet. We need to discover the disaster and control it to the minimum extent possible."

"So, I have a proposal: to establish an international counter-terrorism organization dedicated to investigating events in the other world and combating terrorist organizations, with Atlas Corporation providing the equipment."

"Team Rainbow (from Rainbow Six), how about that name?"

A controlled and influenced international organization could obviously help the Army Without Borders share some of its "firepower" and also allow them to gradually disperse and gain combat experience against the other world. After all, Rhodes and Irons didn't expect the Army Without Borders to monitor every corner of the world... That would be absolutely exhausting, so they still needed the cooperation of military and police forces from all over the world.

Amidst the slightly noisy discussion, Ains sighed inwardly:

The world is really starting to change, and where are you, Rod?

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At this moment, in the inner world.

[Mission: Three-Day Resurrection (72 Hours)]

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"Fuck, how come there's a machine made of flesh and blood in the other world?! Eeeeeeeeeee!!!"

A distorted, crazy but still deafening horn sound suddenly came from behind Rhodes. He lunged forward and barely avoided a flesh-and-blood mechanical truck whose tire was drilling into his fingers. That thing was probably a truck, and it obviously had the characteristics of a truck - heavy, substantial, and unstoppable!

After dodging one, Rhode awkwardly climbed to his feet, half crouching, his hand ready to condense a flaming sword. But the next second, he heard a shrill horn blast from above—below—left—right!

"Oh my god…Fuck."

【die】

[Pollution points in the other world are cleared]

[Resurrection program started]

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Chapter 516: Three Days of Rebirth (3K)

Rhodes cautiously retreated back into the cave, clinging to the cold rock wall and pointing his M16A2 rifle at the cave entrance...

"Get your mother back, you bastard! Is this never going to end?!"

With a roar of anger, Rhodes turned his empty rifle upside down and used it as a club. He first kicked the monster at the entrance of the cave, and then used this thing to knock open the monster's skull. But just as the glass-like sphere shattered, the colorful "organs" covered inside began to spin and explode rapidly!

“What the F…”

The brilliant white light instantly engulfed Rhodes.

【die】

[Pollution points in the other world are cleared]

[Resurrection program started]

Rhode opened his eyes, abruptly climbed up from the ground, and quickly retreated to the edge of the ruined building nearby, hiding in the shadows. This time, he was lucky. The previous times he resurrected at random locations, he fell directly into pools of corrosive acid or magma... Of course, there were also many times when he fell directly into groups of monsters or traps.

After waiting for a few seconds to make sure that the wall behind him and the shadows under his feet did not rush out to eat him, Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief and decided to rest here for a while to save up some pollution points in the other world. It was a good thing that the system did not immediately issue rewards for completing the task, otherwise, if he was not careful in the other world, those points would be completely wasted. As for the character rewards, there was no need to say more. Rhodes himself could hardly protect himself now, let alone take care of (or be taken care of by) others. If that happened, points would be wasted on resurrection.

"114th death, 514 minutes left until escape... Why did they change from hours to minutes? Tsk, after a while, they changed it back... Alona?"

After glancing at the time on the system interface, Rhodes took out the [Shiting Box] and tapped the screen. The blue-haired girl inside cautiously poked her head out, a trace of guilt flashing across her face.

The only one who could accompany Rhode now was Alona in the [Box of Shiting]. But this was much better than his first resurrection from the other world. At least they could still chat in their spare time.

But seeing her guilty look, Rhode's eyes twitched slightly. He tapped the screen hard, causing the girl inside to scream, and said unhappily:

"Don't make trouble for me, but are you feeling okay here? I was worried about you after being engulfed by the nuclear explosion."

"Hmm," Alona tapped her chin with her hand, and after thinking carefully, she made a silly and cute expression. "Don't worry, Sensei, I feel fine - and so does Marian."

"Is it……"

Rhodes looked into the [Shiting Box] behind Alona. All the things in the human world had disappeared, including the tables, chairs, bookshelves, sofas, and even the girl's own favorite things. They had all disappeared, as if they had been stored in an infinitely vast storage box. At this moment, "Heaven" was emerging from the [Shiting Box], revealing its essence:

Heaven is no longer a dream of misty clouds and golden harps, but an eternal palace of pure geometry and cold light, suspended in the pure [void] that has no beginning, no end, and no limit.

Huge, pure, absolute basic geometric bodies are suspended, like primordial models that existed at the beginning of creation. However, these creations are not completely static, but slowly move, rotate, approach or move away from each other according to a grand and silent rhythm.

This is the ultimate shaping of [Order] and an intuitive description of "Rhodes" - thinking is divinity, existence is eternity, I think, therefore I am - light and form break free from the constraints of matter here and are shaped into [weapons] and [tools] given by a higher existence to resist and fight back against everything brought about by pure chaos.

Thus, in the gaps between the floating geometric shapes, Rhodes could see Marian lying quietly in a cuboid. She had her eyes closed, and her face, with her eyebrows relaxed, looked peaceful and beautiful, like a princess in a fairy tale.

Present the "sacrifice" and "they" will wake up and come to you.

"Anyway, we'd better hurry to the real world," said Alona, ​​standing on a geometric object. She put her hands above her eyes, gazing out. "By the way, Sensei, is there something in the sky behind you?"

Without any hesitation, Rhode suddenly rolled forward. The next second, an invisible slashing wave directly shattered the dilapidated wall and even the shadow! Even though he dodged in time, Rhode's back was cut open with a shallow wound, and a little blood oozed out.

After rolling sideways to avoid the second blow, Rhodes grabbed a vine - the moment his hands grasped the vine, dense and sharp barbs emerged, scratching his palms into a bloody mess, but even so, he did not let go - he swung towards the forest below, and after landing a little awkwardly, Rhodes ran away without caring about the pain in his hands!

The sky was filled with strange fog, and the monsters in the fog were constantly changing shape. They never had a fixed form, and even their attack methods could not be observed!

Only when the strange forest behind him was cut off layer by layer, and the twisted and withered trees fell, startling the monsters from the other world inside, could Rhodes detect the other party's movement trajectory... and observe the tragic scenes when those monsters were killed.

Rhodes did not try to exchange for any vehicles in this complex terrain, nor did he try to use the flaming sword to solve the problem. Not only did he not have enough pollution points in the inner world to solve it immediately, but this would also easily attract more and stronger monsters. If the battle continued for a long time, it might even cause a violent reaction from the area in the inner world itself.

However, based on his understanding of this area, which was at the depth of the [Middle Layer, Fallen City], as long as they could successfully reach another area, the pursuers behind them would often choose to stop. Of course, they might continue chasing until one of them died... but that required a bit of luck.

Everything in the other world is full of great uncertainty. If you want to survive here, luck is more important than survival and military skills.

Just like Mr. Kazimir Zikov (appearing in chapters 254, 389, 426, etc.), it's a pity that he has always been wandering around in the twilight zone and the shallow layer, and has never been able to meet Rod in the deeper part of the inner world - it is best not to meet him, because the chaos to be faced in these two depths is subtly different:

Rhode dodged a slash and jumped into what looked like an underground parking lot. The fog in the sky above rolled forward, showing no sign of following. This made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he turned to walk along the road in the parking lot.

The place was filled with old and rusty cars, and the vines of the plants stretched out into them, condensing into strange plant-like figures. They sat in the cars and turned their heads slightly as Rhodes walked.

Ignoring this strange and "ordinary" scene, Rhodes just raised his vigilance and walked forward while thinking about where to go next.

But soon, just as Rhodes was about to leave the underground parking lot, he heard a painful cry coming from the side in front of him.

A ragged man stumbled out from there, clutching his abdomen. When he saw Rhodes, surprise blossomed on his face:

"Oh my God! I didn't expect to be here..."

Before he could finish his words, Rhodes shot the man through the forehead, and tiny vine tentacles squirmed in the wound.

The man's face turned cold.

The vine figures opened the rusty car door, got out, and stood with Rhodes as the center of the circle.

"Tsk, I'm a little curious, how many prey can you expect to catch by staying here?" Rhode lowered his hands, the wounds on his palms already seared by the flames. "Or is this just a minor mishap during this nearly eternal period of boredom?"

Compared with the shallow layer, the middle layer, the City of Sinking, is an enhanced version of the disordered world in the shallow layer. It is more chaotic, and the terrain is more broken and distorted. Many of the monsters from the other world living in it are intelligent, and the proportion is much greater than that of the shallow layer. It is also more likely to be encountered by the unlucky people who accidentally step into this place.

Just as everything at this depth is the product of every thought of intelligent life and every trend of thought in civilized society being amplified and materialized a hundredfold:

Wisdom will exist, wisdom will converge, and organized "countries" will be born, but countless "countries" are squeezing, colliding, and collapsing each other at every moment - the tiny orders are infinitely superimposed, combined, and split, becoming part of a larger chaos - these "countries" or "tribes" or other small groups with other names are distributed in the infinitely vast inner world, and are bound by the chaotic time and space, and by the characteristics of their own inner world.

Just like the "hell" and "demons" that have appeared in Spain, Poland, and Mogadishu, they were born from the hands of the priests who wrote Bible stories in the real world. Every time they put pen to paper and dipped the ink, a hell full of demons would burst into the cry of new life in the inner world.

As for God and heaven... these emotional torrents were cut off, directed in a specific direction, and used as containers for offering "sacrifices".

But you still need to remember one thing here, that is, the vast majority of intelligent life forms in the inner world have extremely pure malice towards humans and other intelligent life forms. Even if you encounter "goodwill" in the middle level, it is likely to be a betrayal or bait to lure you into a trap.

Just like it is now.

"You are not prey," the man—the vine—said. "You are a collectible, a very valuable collectible."

"Interesting," Rhodes said, twisting his neck, ready for battle. "Can one of your vines possess intelligence? Ahaha... Indeed, I can reply to you with the same phrase."

"You are a collectible, a very valuable collectible - I will enjoy your despair when you whine in the laboratory - now, let's get started, after all, I don't have much time to mess around with you."

"Ridiculous creature..."

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Chapter 517 Prana and Red Lotus

【Remaining 00:00:00】

[Mission: Three-Day Resurrection (Completed)]

【Start of ascent】

When the mission was completed, Rhodes was still struggling to walk on the snow-capped mountains where the cold wind was howling. But when the system's prompt sounded in his ears, he realized that he was actually in a dark and deep cave!

These were all strange hallucinations, and the source was the insect nest he accidentally stepped into - countless densely packed dog-faced worms were rolling and twisting on the ground, slowly gnawing upwards from his feet - now they had almost gnawed half of his tibia, and the lower part of the bones was stuck in the swamp-like sea of ​​insects.

If he fell face down into it... Fortunately, the system was generous enough to repair Rhodes' body, so that he would not return to the real world in severe pain.

The next second, the light in the hive grew even darker, a pure black enveloping everything before him. A sense of oppression, like walking in the sea, surged from all directions, but this uncomfortable feeling quickly vanished with a faint ray of light descending from above.

Rhodes felt like a fish with a hook on its body, flying upwards rapidly.

[Floating up]

While surfacing, Rhodes heard a thunderous explosion and saw madly spinning prisms appearing around him. Countless broken lenses rotated and flipped irregularly, then shattered after spinning once, reflecting a dazzling array of colors.