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Well.
Following their gaze, everyone saw the clan chief's face, which was already dripping with saliva.
Ah this
"Well, our leader has been overworked lately, so... so it's perfectly normal for him to doze off!"
Yes, they admit that it's normal to feel sleepy.
But damn it, if they don't wake up soon, they'll be buried alive!
The people of the Nika tribe huddled deep within the cave, waiting quietly for the storm outside to pass and for the altar to once again reveal its power.
Director Wang stood in the temporary command center, his brows furrowed, his gaze piercing through the glass windows as he looked at the distant altar, obscured by dust.
His voice came through the radio, asking.
"How's the progress? Have you encountered any resistance from those 'strange' forces?"
The reply came over the radio from below.
"Everything is going smoothly so far, Director Wang. We have completed most of the burial work, and the main body of the altar has disappeared. As for those 'strange' forces, they have not caused any interference so far."
Director Wang nodded slightly, a hint of relaxation flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by seriousness.
"Okay, but we can't let our guard down. We need to stay vigilant; I don't want any mishaps."
"Understood, we will remain on high alert."
The voice on the radio was firm and powerful.
Director Wang turned around to face the team behind him, his voice steady and resolute.
"Just in case, we can't let any possibility slip by. I demand that molten steel be poured over the outside of the lead blocks to ensure that those 'strange' forces cannot escape."
The team members nodded in agreement. They knew that this battle was unlike any traditional battle; they were facing an unknown and unimaginable force.
Following Director Wang's order, the helicopters took off again, this time carrying huge containers filled with molten steel.
At the commander's order, molten steel poured down like a waterfall, covering the already laid lead blocks.
All of this was carried out under the watchful eyes of countless surveillance devices and vigilant humans.
Director Wang stared intently at the monitor screen, his heart pounding faster than usual.
He knew that if all of this failed to stop those forces, then humanity would have to face an even more terrifying reality.
But now, all they can do is try every means to seal this unknown threat.
The roar of helicopters, the gushing of molten steel, and the reports coming from the radio formed the main theme of the day on Blue Star.
Behind all this lies humanity's fear of the unknown and its desire to survive.
We fucking want that too!!!
The people of Nika's tribe are all incredibly hot right now!
Looking at the huge "Flaming Mountain" not far away, the people of the Nika tribe, both men and women, had already taken off their shirts, exposing their chests and being completely open with each other.
Of course, the people of Nika's tribe were just wearing animal skins anyway.
This is a tropical forest, so there is no winter. When they feel cold, they just light a campfire to keep warm.
"Worthy!"
The sleeping old lady woke up after uttering a verse of traditional Chinese poetry.
"It's so damn hot!"
"Chieftain, you're finally awake! Those outsiders are planning to physically bury our altar!"
Bury the altar?
The old lady rubbed her presbyopia and, leaning on her cane, slowly made her way to the entrance of the cave.
Before I even looked up, I could feel the sweltering heat hitting me.
This made her want to take off her animal skin as well, but she remembered that she was the clan leader and had to be more reserved, so she forced herself to stay.
Looking up, I saw thick smoke billowing from the altar not far away.
Fortunately, the molten steel cooled down quickly, otherwise this forest would probably have been burned down.
Nevertheless, some molten steel that hadn't solidified in time still spread around the altar.
Judging from this trend, it's only a matter of time before it flows to the vicinity of the cave.
They were powerless to do anything about it and could only pray that 'God' would not let the molten iron flow onto their heads.
But how could God possibly hear the ants' cries for help?
So the people of Nika's tribe surrendered.
As the molten iron was about to be poured into their homes, they stood on higher ground in the tribe, each holding a white animal hide and waving it around.
This does not mean that they knew that "raising a white flag" meant surrender.
It's because helicopters are so high up that if you use inconspicuous colors like red or yellow, they're likely to be ignored.
Fortunately, they were eventually discovered.
In the interrogation room, Director Wang looked at the old woman in front of him with a half-smile.
Of course, the translator Xiaoqian was also there to translate for each other.
"Couldn't you have been hiding before? Where were you hiding?"
The old woman told the truth, saying that there was a large underground cave right below their village.
Chapter 580 What is God's attitude?
However, it's not that they were blind; these "primitive people" actually knew how to make feints.
During the day, they unknowingly left traces of their "escape".
Who would have thought they hadn't left at all?
They hid at their feet, watching Wang Ju and his men search for people like they were clowns.
"Fine, I don't want to dwell on what happened before. Now, just be honest. Tell me everything you know about 'God' in every detail!"
Xiaoqian conveyed what Director Wang meant to the old lady through a combination of humming and gesturing.
old lady:
"say!"
old lady:
"You wouldn't want me to use a powerful memory restoration technique on you, would you?"
old lady:
Ouch, shit!
"She's really stubborn," the old lady said, just as Director Wang was about to order someone to take action.
"Heh, you mere mortals, how dare you ants know anything about gods?"
The old lady spoke with a mocking expression, while also indicating that she was not afraid of death and that he should use whatever tricks he had up his sleeve!
Director Wang's lips twitched a few times; the old lady in front of him truly made him feel both amused and exasperated.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and authoritative.
But it's good that he can speak up, considering his advanced age; he probably couldn't withstand even the simplest form of torture.
"Mere mortals are like ants? Then you, sir, are not mortals either? Aren't you just like us ants?"
Director Wang retorted sarcastically.
At the same time, he was also wondering whether the old woman was truly blindly devoted to her faith, or whether she had some hidden trump card that they didn't know about.
A hint of seriousness flashed in the old lady's eyes, but a contemptuous smile curled at the corners of her lips.
"Me? I'm just a believer in God, but at least I know that true divine power is beyond the comprehension of you insignificant people."
Director Wang sneered; he no longer wanted to go around in circles with this old lady on this issue.
"Not afraid of death?"
Director Wang's voice suddenly changed, and his tone became sharp.
"If you're really not afraid of death, why did you surrender when molten steel was about to be poured into your tribe? You're really hypocritical!"
The old lady's expression changed; she clearly hadn't expected Director Wang to seize on this point of contention.
She gritted her teeth, her expression becoming complicated.
"that is because."
The old woman's voice suddenly became low, as if she was struggling with whether or not to tell the truth.
Director Wang noticed her hesitation and knew this was a breakthrough, so he pressed on relentlessly.
"Why is that? Is it because you don't really have absolute faith in your 'god'? Or is it that your 'god' isn't actually as powerful as you claim?"