She felt as if she had returned to when she first came to this world, desperately fleeing in the garbage dump.
Her legs began to ache faintly.
The scar left by the C-class Zerg she had long sent to hell seemed never to have healed.
Bang.
The Golden Cudgel shattered.
Chu Ran looked at the two halves of the rod falling to her sides, and suddenly understood what Wang Facai and Edwood meant.
Having divine power but being unable to kill enemies with a snap of one’s fingers like a god—how powerless that was.
Resentment.
Chu Ran stared at the tail needle rushing straight toward her face, a drop of blood-tear falling from her eye.
I refuse to accept this!
She gathered the last trace of her Spiritual Power into her right fist, intending to meet the tail needle head-on with her bare fist.
The remnant soul of the Nine-Tailed Fox at her heart expanded and rose like evaporating mist.
Those few strands of faith energy began to fade, merging into the mist, drifting everywhere.
Live, live! Become a god, become a god!
Chu Ran’s eyes turned blood-red.
She could no longer even see where the tail needle was.
Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed into her lower back.
Before Chu Ran could check who had attacked her, a massive warm current surged through her body.
A white light flashed.
She felt the gods whispering in their tombs, the great throne standing eternally beyond the remnants of the deities.
In her ears, it seemed drums and suonas suddenly sounded, and endless red flew through the air.
Chu Ran’s eyes opened wide, both golden. Monkey fur covered her exposed skin, leaving only eyes, nose, and mouth.
Her body grew tall and agile, and she couldn’t help lifting a foot, her right hand hooking back to scratch her head.
Before her, the phantom of a huge Golden Cudgel solidified.
Bang!
The tail needle struck the Golden Cudgel, leaving not a single scratch.
The unknown Zerg twitched its nose, and its compound eyes even showed a trace of fear.
It turned and tried to run outside.
Food! Food! Food! Food!
Its countless fine legs churned rapidly, the remaining tentacles shook urgently, and saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth.
It hadn’t finished evolving yet!
It needed to evolve quickly!
The unknown Zerg didn’t have complete Zerg inherited memories; it only vaguely felt that it was not yet at its strongest.
It needed more energy. It could become stronger!
“Stop it! It must not leave here!”
Lei Jianguo, clutching his bleeding shoulder, crawled out of the rubble. “An SS-class Zerg tide is invading the Seventh Sub-Star! It absolutely cannot go out!”
There was already chaos outside.
“It can’t meet the SS-class Zerg!”
Charlie Jing, supporting herself with one hand on the ground, shouted hoarsely. Beside her lay an empty syringe.
She had a deeper understanding of this unknown Zerg. It was an immature Zerg Queen.
Though she didn’t know where it had been born, Charlie Jing knew it couldn’t survive.
The Zerg would never allow the birth of a second Queen.
If such a powerful force were devoured by that SS-class Zerg Guard Squad… Charlie Jing felt despair for the first time.
Meanwhile, at the secret port of the Central Star.
Professor Hu looked at the enormous unknown Zerg body on the screen, deeply closed her eyes, then turned it off. She stepped onto the boarding ramp. “Send me over.”
“But this is a trap,” Hu Meng said anxiously, her right arm prosthetic missing, as she rushed to block her. “The God Summoning Society, no, even the military government is waiting for you to appear! If you go, you won’t come back!”
Without pausing, Professor Hu said, “I brought this disaster. If I die, so be it.”
If she couldn’t kill this Zerg, even if this was the path she had chosen, there would be no hope for humanity.
The moment she stepped into the spacecraft, an image of a huge, transparent shed skin appeared in her mind.
It was the entrance to hell she had seen when waiting for death in the Divine Tomb.