Nightmare Corrosion

My name is Willie Claire.

I was once a human being.

But now, I am not sure if I still belong to the human race, because I have encountered the most unbelievable and incredible thing in my life.

What incredible thing can a normal person encounter in his life, winning a lottery jackpot? Meteor falling around me? A narrow escape? Success in confessing to the goddess?

Well, I crossed out the last one and confessing to the goddess is impossible to succeed, so I am still single.

But the things I encountered are even more difficult to accept than these. This is another world that ordinary people can never understand.

I have seen the most ferocious monsters, the most powerful humans, the most terrifying existences, the most high-end scientific research results (note: from Dr. Wiley, himself), and even know the biggest secret in the world.

The end of the world is bound to come.

A world full of dangers, weirdness, power and terror is approaching our world. Before that, human beings may have been destroyed by natural and man-made disasters like countless prehistoric civilizations. If not, then the remaining people, Will experience deeper despair.

Endless powerful monsters will sweep the entire world. This is not only the end of mankind, but also the end of the world.

Can the end be prevented, and is the world destined to be destroyed?

In the long run, this is bound to happen, but in the short term, at least I hope I don’t see these terrible things before I die, so I spent half my life studying the relationship between technology and mystery. The highest crystallization of union.

A powerful bishop-level armor!

Some guys with lack of imagination decided to name them Day Knights, as if they wanted them to fill the lack of combat power under the Night Watch, but as an inventor, I still prefer to call them:

God-killing armor!

One fact that is hard to accept, but does exist, is that after reaching the bishop level, that is, after level 10 of the strength classification established by the Special Affairs Department, the strength of an extraordinary person will reach a height that ordinary people cannot imagine.

They can go up to the sky and into the earth, causing huge wildfires, violent earthquakes, violent tsunamis, and even more terrible disasters. In their eyes, ordinary people are more fragile than ants in our eyes. If they blow a breath, they will die. A big piece.

In ancient times, these extraordinary beings once ruled the earth with their power. Their shadows are reflected in our beliefs and myths. These are the original gods!

Of course, they are just humans with powerful power. The development of science and technology allows us to resist these extraordinary beings and successfully drive them out of our history, but this is only temporary.

Our weapons, various powerful firearms, missiles, giant cannons, and even top-secret weapons that are said to be under research and can destroy dozens of kilometers in one blow, are unable to resist these extraordinary beings.

In other words, it is not the weapons that cannot resist, but us.

After testing, it was found that even a bishop-level being would be killed if hit by a missile in the front and under a saturation attack, but before that, the ordinary people who controlled the weapons might have died first.

Only the extraordinary can fight against the extraordinary!

The more I research, the more I understand this truth.

The bishop level is already so terrifying, so what about the existence above, the archbishop, even the legendary apostle, the pope, what is their strength?

Once, I was very lucky to come into contact with a night watchman. Most of the time, the night watchmen come and go in a hurry. Although they were once human beings, they are obviously not anymore.

No one wants to have too much contact with them, because of fear or worship. The former regards them as moving disasters, and the latter worships them as guardians or even gods.

The night watchman answered my question. He said that if he wanted to and if no one stopped him, he could destroy the entire imperial capital in half a day and turn it into ruins, with no more than one percent surviving.

I don’t know why he gave such an example, but the shadow of terror often lingers in my mind.

I must do something, do what I can do, to fight against, or even hunt down, these gods that once existed in our history!

The plan worked, but it also failed.

I successfully developed the prototype of the first-generation God-killing Armor, as well as tailor-made supporting facilities, so that ordinary humans can use it, but the failure is that humans who use the Armor are too weak in the face of extraordinary power. , if you want not to be destroyed, you can only be assimilated.

They will gradually become new supernatural beings, or even worse!

A powerful transcendent that can be mass-produced!

Everyone was satisfied with the results, and the divided Red Gloves and the Federation fought for the technology, but little did they think that they were using new demons to fight old demons.

Maybe they know, but the powerful power, long lifespan and other things brought by extraordinary power fascinate them. My research has received unprecedented abundant funds, and countless smart brains are at my disposal, but I feel The fear is even stronger than before the appearance of the God-killing Armor!

I am not creating a savior to save mankind, I am creating a new ruling class, a new group of gods!

Those politicians, capitalists, and entrenched family leaders, each of them is eyeing the God-killing armor. I forgot the most important thing. When I decided to use nightmare monsters instead of evil spirits to create the God-killing armor, the horrible side effects no longer exist.

And human desire and pursuit of power is endless.

Before these armors are used to resist the enemy, they may first become tools for humans to rule their own kind. This time, it is no longer a rule that can be overturned by bullets or numbers. I will become a great man in the eyes of a few people, and the vast majority of people will hate and curse me in their beds late at night.

Maybe one day, the world I hope to save will be prayed for destruction by countless people, and the moment the end of the world comes, it will become the gospel of all religions.

But this may not happen, because it depends on how much of their bottom line will be left once people have powerful power?

"Huh!"

Suddenly, on a blood-red carpet floating on the sea, Dr. Willy opened his eyes abruptly, gasping for breath. His brain seemed to have not yet gotten rid of deep memories and worries, and he stared at the blood-red sky in confusion and spiritlessness.

Blood-red?

I'm not dead yet? !

The previous memories flashed through his mind like a movie fast-forward. He flipped over and found that his body, which used to be out of breath after walking a few more steps, now looked extremely healthy and strong. His muscular forearms and palms seemed to have returned to his thirties or forties.

"Roar!!!"

But the next moment, before he could be surprised, a bloody mouth suddenly broke through the blood mist, with dagger-like fangs standing upright in it, rushing towards him!

Then, above the other person's head, a tall figure fell from the sky, and a blood-red spear pierced through the entire big mouth with a puff. Willy saw a tall blood-scaled fish man, looking up at him, then grinning with disdain.

He was despised by a fish man.