Halfway through, opening champagne is a big taboo, but at this moment, even Alberto unconsciously relaxed, because the burden he had been carrying was just too heavy, especially after connecting to this mental network, he could vaguely sense that if he did not resolve the projection of the War God, the entire continent would suffer catastrophic destruction.
After all, it seemed that the War God was not completely controlled by those strange substances, and the vines were also helping humanity. If this projection completely broke free from these restraints and reached the massacred Savoy, Alberto dared not speculate on what would happen.
At this time, in a distant small kingdom, the Demon Clan and the Avars took advantage of the chaos to complete a massacre.
Daniel wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, “I heard that things are in complete chaos over in An Zhu.”
“Yes, their god has descended, and those fanatics have all run out. Look, those fanatics are not far away.”
As the Avars spoke, they leaned by the slaughter knife.
The Avars had originally opposed the Demon Clan’s transformation plan, as it was too obvious. In one or two places, An Zhu might still feign ignorance, but if they were all wiped out, An Zhu might turn its guns around. However, plans could not keep up with changes; An Zhu itself was already precarious due to the god’s descent, so there was no energy left to care about what the Avars and the Demon Clan were doing.
Another Demon Clan officer also pulled the blade from a heavily pregnant woman and said, “That group of fanatics is still useful; they helped us open the city gates. Otherwise, with our current reputation, it wouldn’t have been easy to open the gates.”
“But what are those fanatics muttering about?”
“Who knows? They might want the god to descend again?”
A fanatic in a bishop robe heard the conversation between the Demon Clan and the Avars nearby and simply snorted. He felt that the Lord was trapped, that the Lord needed more power, and now was the time to pass that power to the Lord.
These uncontrollable cultists, amidst the stench of blood, on the altar piled high with corpses, bundled together humanity’s fear, anger, and hatred, and stretched out their arms, shouting loudly: “Great War God, devour the hatred here, absorb the despair here!”
“Great War God! Descend once again! Wipe your weapons with blood!”
At this moment, Alberto, who was fixating on the War God projection, suddenly felt a storm rise in his consciousness, and those whispers reappeared in his mind.
The massive War God projection not far away started struggling desperately, and anyone could feel that the power of the War God projection was rising continuously.
“Attack! Attack!”
Alberto shouted madly in the mental network, and upon hearing the command, the soldiers sensing the unusualness of the War God projection immediately organized themselves to attack the gradually being dragged into a shattered mirror by the vines, yet whose breath was becoming increasingly fierce.
A wave of fear descended upon Alberto; he seemed to hear the calling of his kin, the wailing of children, as if he saw scenes of humanity being slaughtered in bloody massacres.
Alberto seemed to stand on the edge of a void, his consciousness struck as if by a colossal hammer, and the perspective in his field of vision began to twist and collapse.
Alberto could even clearly feel that the soldiers behind him were also being affected, starting to exhibit emotions of shock and fear.
As the soldiers were affected, the firepower attacking the War God projection began to weaken, and it seemed the War God projection was about to break free from the vines and descend back into the world.
“I… cannot fall!”
Alberto gritted his teeth; he had to become the “firewall” for the soldiers, to become the “firewall” for this country. If he did not stand up, he, along with the soldiers behind him, this country, even humanity itself might be destroyed in an instant.
Feeling the impact in his mind, feeling the whispers in his ears, Alberto took a step forward.
“Your Majesty!”
Cassius seemed to sense something and reached out to grab Alberto, but grasped at nothing.
“Attack! Attack!”
Alberto did not shout loudly in the mental network, for he felt that merely resisting the piercing howl from the War God projection was already exhausting all his strength. If he connected his consciousness to the mental network again, it could very likely cause widespread infection.
This was something Alberto sensed from the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, something was guiding him on what to do and how to do it.
“Attack! Attack!”
Alberto shouted hoarsely, and the soldiers of An Zhu behind him seemed to hear Alberto’s cry, gradually stabilizing their formation, no longer feeling fear, but instead tightening their grip on their weapons and casting tools.
“Attack! Attack!”
At this moment, there was no unified command; all soldiers began to expend all their strength, all they had learned, pouring firepower towards the War God projection that exuded an aura of despair.
Alberto felt that he had entered some wondrous state; his consciousness seemed to connect to the deep layers of the Sea of Consciousness and was connected to the human will within it. These wills were helping Alberto resist the encroachment from the War God projection, helping him build a tall, fearless firewall.
In a dazed state, Alberto even saw the past monarchs of An Zhu, saw those political enemies he had personally killed during bloody coups, everyone seemed to stand behind Alberto, supporting him to move forward.
As if because his consciousness had wandered, Alberto stumbled and fell to the ground, but before Cassius could step forward, a phantom force lifted Alberto up. Some power seemed to have transmitted through that broken space into this world. Alberto could even hear his political enemies, whom he had executed, cursing him, merely cursing that he could not fall here, for otherwise, the entire An Zhu would be doomed.
If Alberto couldn’t hold on, he would truly die with his eyes closed.
Hearing this, Alberto smiled wryly. In his consciousness, more and more people appeared, supporting Alberto.
Alberto understood that his consciousness was getting closer and closer to the deep layer of the Sea of Consciousness, because it was clear that these people had appeared out of thin air. They were Alberto’s hallucinations, or perhaps a power from some other conscious beings that normal humans could not see.
“Humanity stands firm on this land due to this relentless thirst for knowledge; there are always people who advance, dispelling fear.”
Alberto kept reciting that phrase from the letter the Northern Border Governor wrote to him.
Now, it was his turn to become one of those who advance.
The laser camp’s penetrating rifles were finally ready again, and the scorching lightning along with the flames seemed to burn through a sense of despair, piercing through the War God projection that was still struggling.
The distorted projection of the War God finally fell, entangled by the vines and dragged into that shattered space.
And at that instant, Alberto felt a disconnection in his consciousness, for he had been able to sense that his consciousness was connected to the deep layers of the Sea of Consciousness. It was precisely because of this that he could see so many illusions, so many past monarchs of An Zhu, and even saw his political enemies.
According to Cassius, those who connect to the deep layers of the Sea of Consciousness cannot return.
When Alberto woke up, he found himself in a wondrous space, and before him stood a very fatigued elf.
“You’re awake?”
Anastasia said this.
