But the moment Lin Fan took a step forward.

"Wow~"

These corpses suddenly turned into ashes.

"Huh?" Xingye's eyes widened.

"This is..." Lin Fan thought for a moment and said thoughtfully: "By the way, this is a time and space that does not exist, and our corpses should not have appeared... but the real us appear here, false

It will naturally disappear."

The world is like a bug.

As an erased time and space, it should not exist. .??.

But it happened to exist.

So it exists outside of time in a weird way that exists and doesn't exist at the same time.

But if the "truth" appears, the falsehood will naturally disappear.

After all, there will not be two Lin Fans at one time. A "real" Lin Fan appears, and the "fake" Lin Fan must disappear, otherwise a paradox will occur.

"Let's go, what I want to show you is not here." The Master waved his hand and continued walking forward.

The front area is tightly defended.

As Lin Fan walked along, he saw groups of soldiers who were armed and ready to go. He also saw battle positions set up every 100 meters. Soldiers were crawling in them, maintaining fighting postures, as if they were on guard against the gods that were about to rush in at any time.

But they all turned into bones, but still maintained a vigilant posture.

Further back is the living area.

The dormitories are lined up quietly one after another, the air is filled with the smell of decay, and the floor is covered with thick dust.

In every dormitory room and every bed, there is a white skeleton lying on it.

Further back is the planting area, but the plants grown without water have long since rotted and all the nutrient solutions have dried up.

It seems like no one has been here for hundreds of years.

"After that battle, the land outside turned into a sea of ​​blood, and we could only struggle to support ourselves here."

"In the first year, this place operated according to plan. I fought with the gods and gods of Daxia who persisted."

"The gods don't want to pay a huge price, they want to drag us to death."

"But even so, the gods of Daxia still suffered heavy casualties, and eventually only my Confucian disciples were left. But we are still holding on."

"The next year, there were problems with the power supply here, but it was still running. We are still holding on."

"In the eighth year, the ventilation, water supply, and power supply here completely collapsed. This refuge began to go extinct. The gods succeeded in dragging us to death...Only my Confucian disciples are still holding on."

The master said softly, but everyone knows how much perseverance it takes to persevere.

Even if this refuge is extinct, the Confucian disciples are still fulfilling their mission!

hold fast!

This is a heavy word.

"Old Chen said that here is the last hope for mankind." Master sighed.

"Before he died, he said that he must stick to this place and protect it. This was his final order... He said that if there are other shelters that can persist and come here, let me bring them into the laboratory."

"But I know that no one will come. This world is broken. I don't know when even the gods will disappear."

"But I didn't expect that you guys are here." The master stopped, looked at the door in front of him, and said slowly: "Go in, Mr. Chen has been waiting for you for a long time. He has something to say to you."

Lin Fan was a little surprised that Mr. Chen was still alive.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Fan walked to the laboratory door and slowly opened the door.

What came into view was a pure white laboratory, with Lin Fan's back facing a figure wearing a yellowish white coat.

"Mr. Chen," Lin Fanqiang smiled and walked away, patting Mr. Chen on the shoulder: "You didn't expect that you would see me again..."

But the next moment.

"Crash."

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Old Chen was scattered all over the place.

Pieces of withered bones rolled to the ground, stirring up dust on the ground. The white coat also turned into pieces and scattered on the ground in pieces.

Lin Fan looked at Mr. Chen in front of him, was silent for two seconds, and sighed: "It seems that you have been waiting for a long time... I was late."

"You said you had something to say to me, but unfortunately there seems to be no chance. If only you could know what Daxia is like now."

Lin Fan bowed slowly, took two steps back, and was about to leave, but the next moment, Lin Fan stopped.

There is a yellowed notebook on the table, which was placed in front of Mr. Chen.

"This is……"

Lin Fan blew away the dust and carefully turned over the paper, which was brittle due to age. He saw that it was filled with various incomprehensible chemical formulas.

Finally, Lin Fan turned to the last page.

This is no longer a chemical formula.

But a short message.

"I'm sorry, we tried our best."

"We try our best to keep hope, we try our best to struggle, but... God is too powerful."

"We survived in humiliation underground, trying to survive this terrible doomsday, but it turned out that our imagination was too good. In the first year, self-sufficiency was indeed achieved here. At that time, we naively thought that we could live like this forever.

Go down."

"I also thought that we could persevere until the day when our hopes come true."

"I have seen the light of hope!"

"but……"

"It's too late, it's still too late!"

"If you can give me another two years and sufficient materials and energy, I will definitely be able to mass-produce it!"

"I have perfected the theory, I have even created the first sample! I have grasped hope! Humanity already has hope!"

"But... we can no longer hold on. The first shelter will completely lose power in one hour, and only the power that was used to open the door for the last time will be retained."

"Within three minutes after the power outage, everyone will fall into a coma due to the increase in carbon dioxide concentration, and their brains will die within five minutes. Although if the power used to open the door for the last time is used, everyone can live for half an hour longer, but this half

Hours are meaningless... This last bit of electricity should be left to the last hope to open the door."

"If anyone can see this note, it means that the world can still be saved."

"Congratulations, you still have hope."

"Whether you are from the Second Vault or the Third Vault, take this note back with you."

"If you still have the ability to produce chemicals, and if your shelter possesses the godhead of the gods we once killed, congratulations, you have obtained the code for humans to defeat the gods."

"This is my final invention, I call it the Step to God!"

"As long as you reach the level of demigod, you will have at least a 50% chance of becoming a god by injecting this potion. This potion uses the godhead as the main material. A godhead can produce five needles to reach the level of a god, although it will be a bit dangerous...

But as long as the physical strength is high enough, as long as the genetic lock has been shaken enough, there will be some pain at most."

"I have probably calculated that as long as the gene lock is shaken nine times, no, eight times! The probability of becoming a god will reach 100%!"

"This is not the most amazing thing. The most amazing thing is that once a god who already possesses godhood takes root, his godhood will skyrocket and he will gain extremely strong combat power within an hour. A medium god will have the strength of a high god!

High gods can even understand a ray of rules!"

"But the second usage for those who have become gods is not recommended. Remember, this will cost your life and can only be used once."

"I hope you come from the second shelter, where Mr. Zhang is responsible for

The research direction of responsibility can be combined with my ascension to the gods, and it may be able to slightly restrain the side effects of the second usage."

"The Star Destroyer Cannon project in charge of Third Shelter Jin Lao and Senior Lu Ban, although powerful, cannot be matched with my medicine, and it requires too much energy and materials. I have long objected to it, and it is not suitable for today's materials.

We are living in poverty due to scarcity. That lunatic Mr. Jin, whose brain was blocked by gunpowder, is still thinking about blasting the gods with cannons... I don’t know if he is dead, but it’s a pity that I didn’t have the chance to scold him in person.”

"The sample is in the incubator in the first drawer on my left. It is an incubator made from the skull of a god of winter that I once killed. It can still function even if the power is cut off..."

"Now, take this notebook and samples and go with your last hope...Kill God!"

Lin Fan's breathing quickened and he whispered: "Mr. Chen, you are worthy of being the one...even if you are dead, you can give me such a big surprise..."

Lin Fan's hand holding the notebook was trembling.

Divine Potion!

A terrifying potion created using the godhead as a guide!

A potion that can 100% transform a demigod into a god!
To be continued...