True Apocalypse Game

Shen Feng and Witch Tower exchanged a glance. His eyes narrowed, and the skin over vital parts of his body had already silently petrified. Holding his gun, he was the first to step through the golden gate.

Witch Tower followed close behind Shen Feng and went inside.

Inside the golden gate was a field of white light. The moment they entered, their vision blurred, and only then did they gradually adjust to the scene before them.

Before them was an enormous golden hall. The first thing they saw was a deep pool and a massive fountain filled with various sculptures, from which water trickled out.

The water was golden yellow and carried a fragrant aroma that filled the air. A single sniff was enough to make one feel slightly intoxicated.

Shen Feng focused his gaze and immediately realized that the fountain was flowing with the rich, mellow liquid of golden wine, its scent exceptionally sweet.

Witch Tower had never seen anything like it and couldn't help but swallow.

Looking up, the dome of the golden hall was hundreds of meters high. It was made of rainbow-colored glass that cast a vibrant, multicolored light, painting the entire floor in brilliant hues.

On closer inspection, the floor wasn't paved with ordinary stone, but with countless multi-colored, cut gemstones, fitted together to form a single, massive mosaic of jewels!

There were diamonds, sapphires, rubies, agates, jades, emeralds, and so on and so on, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

All of these gems were of the highest quality. In the world Shen Feng came from, every single one would have been priceless.

Beyond the fountain and the pool, layers of structures stacked up within the great hall. These structures resembled a series of circular trays, ascending around a central axis until they disappeared toward the dome.

Each level was resplendent and magnificent, and among them roamed beautiful birds and small beasts with exceptionally gorgeous coats.

The entire structure looked like a tiered cake tower, and from above, they could faintly hear the sounds of laughter and music.

A waterfall of wine cascaded down from the dome of the hall, plunging into the deep pool below. Additionally, several small streams meandered across the floor, also clearly flowing down from the dome above. Some of these streams contained an amber liquid, others a milky-white one.

Shen Feng dipped a finger into the pool and then each of the streams, tasting them in turn. He nodded slightly.

The golden waterfall was wine, the amber stream was honey, and the milky-white stream was milk.

It was all real.

His Silicon-Based Brain remained on high alert, scanning the surroundings with electromagnetic waves to verify that this wasn't some virtual reality illusion.

Real wine, honey, and milk.

Seeing Shen Feng's actions, Witch Tower could no longer resist the tempting aromas. She cupped a little in her small hands to taste, her eyebrows arching in surprise. Then she scooped up some honey, mixed it with the wine, and ate it, turning to look at Shen Feng with a questioning gaze.

Shen Feng watched the firelight and shadows flickering from the upper levels and said in a low voice:

"Go on, eat up. It's all good, nutritious stuff. We might have to go on a killing spree soon, and it would be a shame to get blood all over these things... Have you ever heard of the ancient Western religious myths? Stories from the Bible?"

Witch Tower wiped her hands, tightened her grip on her bow and arrow, and watched the structures above warily while shaking her head.

Shen Feng pulled a grenade launcher from his backpack and began loading it as he spoke:

"In that book, there's a passage about a place like Heaven, called Canaan, a land flowing with milk and honey. This place we're in now... the stuff you just drank, the amber liquid is the honey, and the white is the milk."

Witch Tower frowned and asked in a low voice as well:

"Are we in that place from the ancient myths now?"

Shen Feng slowly shook his head and said:

"No, this place is just a crude imitation of Canaan. Canaan itself doesn't exist either; it's just a legend... Logically, a place like this shouldn't exist in reality. But now it does. Which means the most impossible answer is probably the correct one..."

Given the resource situation of the Water World Apocalypse and the reality of the empty Fog Sea, a huge building with such luxurious decorations and all this wine shouldn't exist at all.

And yet, everything before them was undeniably real.

Combined with the Quantum Ghosts outside, Shen Feng couldn't help but think of a conjecture from quantum physics...

Looking out, on this lowest level, the pool of wine and the rivers of milk and honey wound among the multicolored gems, ultimately forming the pattern of a giant eye.

The pool of wine was the pupil, and the rivers of milk and honey formed the outline of the eye.

The eye icon was clearly the one used by the Purification Society.

He made a hand signal to Witch Tower, and the two of them retreated together, moving behind the wine fountain in front of the golden gate.

Then Shen Feng took a deep breath and shouted up at the layers of structures in the great hall:

"An old friend of the Whisperer has arrived! Aren't the slaves of the Purification Society going to come out and greet me!"

As soon as he spoke, the music and laughter that had been drifting down from above came to an abrupt halt.

The next moment, dense rows of figures appeared at the edges of the various levels. Like vultures and falcons perched on branches, they all turned to look down at Shen Feng and Witch Tower in unison!

They were men and women, hundreds of them in total, all clad in red, gold-trimmed cloaks. Each cloak bore the emblem of a giant eye. With sinister faces, they bellowed down at Shen Feng:

"Who goes there!?"

"Who dares speak such insolence!?"

"It is a grave sin to disrespect the Whispering God!"

"Death sentence! Death sentence!"

"Kill him! Make him suffer the most miserable punishment!"

"Tear out his intestines and hang them from the spire of the Divine Hall!"

"..."

Shen Feng, now hidden behind the wine fountain, held a mirror. Peering carefully at the reflection of the structures within it, he immediately noticed something strange.

Most of these Purifiers' eyes were a ghastly white, as if they were suffering from severe cataracts.

If they weren't wearing colored contact lenses, it could only mean one thing—these people were all blind!

Only a few people standing on the highest level seemed to be looking toward Shen Feng and Witch Tower's location. Although he couldn't make out their faces, they seemed able to see where the sound was coming from.

Then, a voice suddenly called out:

"Silence."

The crowd of Purifiers, who had been shouting curses, immediately fell silent. The entire hall was now completely quiet.

Clearly, the owner of this voice held absolute authority here.

The voice then continued, asking in a majestic tone:

"Who are you? How dare you speak my God's name directly?"

Hiding behind the fountain, Shen Feng tapped the silicon-based framework on his chest. The framework immediately activated its basic speaker function, simulating an even more majestic, heavenly voice as it solemnly replied:

"I am the savior of worlds, the explorer of countless realms, the father of the Whisperer, the supreme will at the dawn of the Cosmos, the Shouter! Have you not heard of me?"

As he spoke, he winked at Witch Tower, who was beside him.

Witch Tower was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Hearing Shen Feng's solemn reply, the person in the upper structure sounded hesitant and confused as he said:

"Who exactly are you? My God... I have never heard of my God having a father... The Shouter? If you dare to deceive us, the devout Purifiers, we who are the Prophets blessed by our God's favor, you will surely suffer His wrath and die without a grave..."

His tone wasn't very forceful. The voice from Shen Feng's silicon-based framework was synthetic, and combined with the speaker effect, it seemed to come from all directions at once. It didn't sound like a normal person's voice at all, but rather bore a striking resemblance to the divine voices of legend.

Shen Feng peeked at the mirror in his hand, trying to find the owner of the voice among the shadowy figures, and continued his reply:

"Insolence! You lowly slaves, you worthless dust! My son, the Whisperer, is a Divine Being! Why would he reveal my existence to the likes of you! Now kneel, and welcome the supreme being of the Cosmos, the Shouter!"

At the same time, Shen Feng suddenly saw one of the figures on the highest level move slightly as it continuously surveyed everything in the hall.

'Found you!'

He then spun out from behind the fountain and pulled the trigger of his grenade launcher, aiming at the figures on the highest level!

BANG!

A black grenade instantly shot out amidst smoke and fire, flying toward the figures on the top floor!

'No matter what kind of damn place this is, if it's the Whisperer's territory, it must be destroyed!'