When the blood moon rose, the waters of East Asia boiled.

  The wave of the mutant swarm was 100 meters high, and the eyeballs of each corpse turned into molten metallic mercury balls, reflecting an eerie red light in the moonlight. The ancient bronze clock in the ancestral hall of the fishing village is wind-free and automatic, and the twenty-eight night pattern carved on the bronze pendulum is closely matched with the corpse tide array.

  "They're navigating!" "The blood moon is the biological antenna of Gaia consciousness!" Xiao Man curled up in the EMP launcher, watching the light spots on the satellite map connect into the shape of the Big Dipper.

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  Wang Ergou's flamethrower plows channels of scorched earth through the tide of corpses, and the heat blows away the glowing jellyfish that live on the mutant's skull. These creatures that should live in the deep sea are now like puppets manipulated by invisible threads, charging directly towards the light cocoon of the sea bottom. When he finally approached the rig, he saw in the searchlight the scene that froze everyone's blood

  Hundreds of "ourselves" in protective suits are forming an altar at the core of the platform, their quantum cutters precisely peeling away the ice capsule. On the silver coffin suspended in the center, the crown of his left chest was carved.

  "Welcome home, Caesar." The AI butler says in his father's voice, "Twelve years waiting to see the day you transform into a new species."