Ye Tingbai was lying on the edge of the blood pool, as if he had discovered something.

"Is this an eyeball?

Why does it stay intact?"

Ye Tingbai pulled out an intact eyeball from the residue at the bottom of the blood pool. There was no flesh and blood at the bottom of the blood pool, only bone residues that could not be easily melted. Only such an eyeball was particularly strange.

The sub-personality stared at the eyeball for a while, and then suddenly stabbed the eye with the dagger in his hand. The pupil of the eyeball actually retracted. This thing is alive!

After Ye Tingbai saw it, he squeezed it with his palm and exploded it. This thing was obviously not normal, it looked like some kind of surveillance thing.

A foundation shelter hidden somewhere in the world

In a huge conference room, several members gathered around the table and stared at the gray screen. Apparently they had been observing Ye Tingbai in that way before.

"It still failed..."

The atmosphere was dull, no one spoke, and every council member looked unhappy.

"This is our last resort. If this doesn't work, what else can we use against him?

It’s better to leave the foundation to him.”

"Don't be so pessimistic. This plan is obviously feasible, but it requires a more stable source of energy. Wasn't he beaten badly in the front?"

"feasible?

If you have the guts to find a piece of Outer God flesh and blood, and then cut off C'Thun's tentacles, these are things that cannot be copied, how can you do this?"

When several council members were discussing with each other, they had only one goal, both inside and outside their words, which was to suppress Ye Tingbai. This was the human world, and they did not want to give it to others.

While several people were arguing, a middle-aged man came in pushing something that looked like a dining cart. When the isolation cover on the dining cart was removed, everyone was quiet.

It was a human head, a broken head with half of its head and one eye missing. There was blood-red flesh squirming on the neck, the fractures were uneven, and there were tiny spots on the skin, like age spots.

If Ye Tingbai saw this head, he would definitely shout: "Guangri!"

Guangri: "I've already guessed it. He noticed it too quickly. If we were given another year, maybe the outcome would be different. This action was too hasty."

The person pushing Guangri was none other than Heng Jiuqing, who had had several contacts with Ye Tingbai. After he pushed Guangri to the chief position, he silently walked to his own position.

Guangri: "Jiuqing, you are directly responsible for this plan. What do you think the problem is?"

Heng Jiuqing glanced at the bloody head, and couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. Even though there was only one head, the man was still so heavy that he couldn't lift his head.

Heng Jiuqing: "He is very different from the local gods we have been studying. Compared to when he was revived until now, he is a little too strong.

Logically speaking, his divine power cannot support that level of battle.

The biggest problem is here. If we look at the current situation, if we can’t kill him with one blow, any action against him will be meaningless.”

Guang Il: "I think you should have known about this for a long time, right? So who leaked this? Obviously this plan is top secret, why would anyone be stupid enough to play the recording publicly?

Huh? Who is it!”

Guangri roared angrily, but his voice was full of energy even though it was just a head. Only pollutants can do this. But if Guangri is a pollutant and there shouldn't be only one head left, everything seems to be different.

So weird.

A blond woman stood up. She wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked like an intellectual woman. She replied in a trembling voice: "Yes, it's me. I just wanted to speed up the progress.

The things in the Dead Man's Well are not enough, I, I didn't expect him to track him so quickly."

Guangri: "Oh, Ms. Qiling, tusk tusk, you shouldn't make this kind of mistake. Do you know how much your one decision-making mistake cost us?"

Qiling: "Sorry, it was my mistake."

Guangri: "We didn't have many opportunities, but you idiots ruined all our opportunities time and time again. That was a plan we had invested more than ten years in.

Can it be solved by just saying sorry?"

A strange bulge suddenly appeared on Qiling's face. After a while, the bulge started to move. There were more and more small bulges, as if there were countless bugs swimming under her skin.

Qiling scratched his body desperately, his clothes were torn, and his skin was torn to shreds, but the heartbreaking itching continued. After a few minutes, Qiling became a bloody corpse, scratched to death by himself.

.

Guang Ri: "The Foundation has reached an unprecedented moment of crisis. If we can't handle it well, then we will be the foundation's sinners. No one can get off the bus safely. Don't even think about it.

If the Future Foundation collapses, you will all be buried with it.

Send me back~"

Heng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and pushed Guangri away. There was silence in the conference room for a long time, and no one even went to clean up the body on the ground.

After a long time, someone finally spoke.

"Maybe we should get in touch with that person, there is nothing we can do..."

"No matter how many conflicts we have with him, they are still our internal conflicts. If we choose to contact that person, what is the difference between us and traitors?"

"But can't you see it yet?

Guangri is acting based on personal grudges now. He doesn't care at all whether it's personal or not. He just wants results. Do you want to die?

I don’t want to!”

"Hmph, I don't want to be a sinner in this world more than dying. The foundation should have its own meaning and not be a tool to vent personal desires. Don't forget why the foundation exists!

Why can you sit here!"

Logically speaking, he is an old man who is over 60 years old. As long as he is different from everyone else, he does not bow his head or be afraid when he sees the light of day.

Obviously, the current foundation is not completely unified.

Ye Tingbai didn't know anything about Guangri's survival, but this time it was obviously a gap in hard power. Although the Kingdom of God had been destroyed, fortunately, his Kingdom of God had just begun to take shape and was relatively easy to recover.

But his gains are really not small.

But Ye Tingbai was also worried. With such a big head and so many tentacles, how should we solve it?

This thing was so active that Ye Tingbai definitely didn't dare to put it into the Kingdom of God, so he had to drag Wu Yi and the others out. After all, Wu Yi had experience in handling this thing.

Chunxia: "Oh~ How come it's like this? Isn't it true that all the data has been destroyed?"

Ye Tingbai: "You reminded me of this, backtracking!"

The magic of backtracking can only go back part of it, and its consumption is determined by the strength of the thing, and ordinary research records and other things in these bases cannot consume much at all.

The research base above the magma began to recover quickly, and it returned to its original appearance within a short time.

Several people returned to the original liquid room again, as if everything was starting over again, but this time there was no danger. Now that the original liquid in the blood pool had been completely consumed, even those who wanted to make a big move would not be able to do it.

Chunxia: "Those things are gone..."

Ye Tingbai: "The souls you mentioned that you cannot interfere with are probably not souls but an illusion of overlapping time and space, so there is no need for you to be afraid."

Ye Tingbai turned to look at Wu Yi, her eyes had been staring at the bottom of the blood pool.

"Do you have any way to deal with this thing, such as making it inactive?"

Wu Yi: "I don't know. With such a disparity in power, we were completely wiped out in just one week. This is already our limit."

Ye Tingbai: "It's a bit sad, but did you finally find out its identity?"

Wu Yi: "There are many versions about its identity, but the most recognized one is Krachar, an alien god who was once crazily worshiped by a certain tribe.

Also known as the Mother of Time.”

Although Ye Tingbai had already guessed it, he was still a little confused. Shi's mother was actually the former World Destroyer, and now he was making a deal with a World Destroyer?

Ye Tingbai: "How did you find out your identity?"

There was silence and no one responded. Ye Tingbai frowned and saw a slender hand holding on to the edge of the blood pool.

"Ah, it's really interesting that it's here."

Shi Mu appeared next to Ye Tingbai in a pink dress, and everyone around her fell into a stagnant state. The clock on the wall stagnated and even the magma outside froze. This woman who played with time had almost no chance.

People can be enemies with her.

Shi Mu: “Don’t you want to ask me something?

This is also a part of my strength. I have lost it for so many years, but I never thought I could get it back."

Ye Tingbai: "So, was it really you who destroyed the Fourth Age?"

Shi Mu smiled playfully.

"Yes or no, do you care? I only give you one chance to ask a question. Are you sure you want me to answer this question?"

Ye Tingbai was silent. He had also looked up some information about Mother of Time. As an alien god outside of time, her characteristics were not strong or weird power, but her wisdom and omniscience.

After all, no one can transcend time and see everything, but Time Mother can do this.

Ye Tingbai: "Then I should ask...

What can I do now to make our planet disappear safely from the sight of the gods?"

The smile on Shi's mother's face disappeared, and she glanced at Ye Tingbai coldly.

"I don't like people who are clever, but since I answered you, I should answer. It's actually very simple. Just let all human beings die~

Is it easy? Do you need my help?"
To be continued...