Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1119: Chapter 860: Another Me

The time is short and the task is heavy. In just a few seconds, it’s completely insufficient for Huai Shi to carefully peruse the list in front of him.

If the rules here are really like auto-chess, he might barely understand what he should do next.

Spend ’money’ to buy soldiers from this randomly selected list to fight for him.

But unlike auto-chess, he can’t choose card packs or decks himself, nor can he limit it to one category. It all depends on his luck and the organizations and places he is connected with.

At a glance, the entire list is vividly divided into three parts.

The Current Circumstances, the Border, and Hell — three factions.

And what might emerge in the first wave is probably nothing good either.

Huai Shi’s gaze swept over the list.

All of them are white cards.

Crow Flock, Tanbo Guard, Special Affairs Department Suppression Troops, Rat-man, Zombies...

The Crow Flock lacks Stigma, and still looks the way Huai Shi first saw it in Xiematai Park, highly mobile, capable of flight, but unfortunately, with insufficient damage with just their talons.

The Tanbo Guard are security personnel appointed by the Alliance’s Extreme Path members after selection and assessment, with rich combat experience, but still limited to the ordinary realm. Their advantage is possessing Hybrid physical abilities and some special strengths.

The Suppression Troops of the Special Affairs Department are Huai Shi’s primary consideration—fierce firepower, strong combat will, carrying modern weapons.

If purchased in bulk, skilled collaboration can enhance their damage, making them one of the most cost-effective units.

But unfortunately, they lack Abyss endurance.

This alone is a fatal flaw, in such places away from the Current Circumstances, it’s like making them fight in a gas chamber.

Rat-men, although possessing Abyss endurance, basically have no combat power to speak of, relying on numbers. Once morale breaks, their surrender and retreat are faster than scallops.

Zombies are fearless and possess immortality, but unfortunately, they move slowly, truly too cannon fodder...

These are all miscellaneous soldiers that can be used for numbers.

But behind them, there are even rarer special elite units.

Gargoyles, Snake-man Cavalry, Mountain Ghosts, Yin Souls...

All of them are priced exorbitantly.

Limited by his own ’money’ (Divine Nature), after Huai Shi roughly calculated in his mind, with only ten points of Divine Nature at hand now, it’s only enough to buy the most expensive Gargoyle, or a pack of three Snake-man Cavalry; one Mountain Ghost, or two Yin Souls...

The countdown continues.

Three, two...

Damn it, isn’t there anything cheaper?!

Gritting his teeth, Huai Shi directly flipped the special elite part of the list to the very bottom and saw a familiar shade of pink, surprisingly only two pieces for one?!

Instantly, Huai Shi’s eyes lit up!

In the last second, his fingers spasmodically madly tapped.

Give me five of these cheapest ones!

Accompanied by a roar, countless Afterimages dissipated, and the massive towers of both sides drew ever closer.

Behind He Di’s disguise, he stared intently at the not-far-away Huai Shi, and suddenly, the Scepter in his hand cracked, a narrow gap revealing a wisp of scarlet light—a slender snake’s eye, looking at Huai Shi.

Huai Shi was startled.

He really hadn’t seen such a rare Matryoshka!

If not for the fact that shouting over wouldn’t necessarily get a response, he’d want to ask, where was it bought, is there a link?

He Di’s expression stiffened slightly.

Because that eyeball looked at Huai Shi over and over, yet nothing happened, no kind of mutant appeared. His expression turned increasingly grim.

The vision stolen from Poxun’s hand had no effect!

It seems you really can’t attack here...

Only follow the rules.

But even the strictest rules have loopholes.

To the Abyss Handlers, rigid rules like these are no different from dice!

At this moment, down below, the grid shrouded in mist slowly dissipated, revealing a searing red floor, the terrifying residual warmth from the engine continuously spewing from the cracks in the floor, its exact location within Helios unknown.

He Di’s high tower opened its grand door.

Lurched figures staggered forth from the darkness, dragging their shackles, groaning painfully.

They seemed like animate Skeletons.

Those figures shrouded in tattered robes were unrecognizable by gender or age, as every head was bald, with tattooed layers upon layers across their skin.

They dragged broken chains, exposed ankles full of cracks, each step as if walking upon mountains of blades.

More horrifying were their exposed skin and faces, covered in scars, cuts, burns, from festering wounds faintly visible worms squirmed.

On their faces, eyes, ears, and even mouths and noses, dense stitches sealed them shut.

Eyes blind, ears deaf, mouths dumb.

Despite enduring such brutal torment, those contorted faces wore expressions of blissful smiles, filled with a sacredness and radiance in their sacrifice, supremely serene.

As if about to step into the Heavenly Kingdom.

These were the Fanatics of the Piper, humans mutated into what was revered as ’Ascetics’.

Propelled by the Piper’s insane whims, with firm belief in those countless contradictory twisted truths, they cross the boundary, entering forbidden Domains, descending into madness.

Yet this still could not satisfy them.

They choose ’ascension’, opting for a form closer to the Truth, to more deeply understand the Piper’s teachings and words, hence their bizarre nature.