I Don't Agree to the Terms-Chapter 1082 - 568: Elf Clan—Survivors Traversing Worlds via Dual-star Celestial Body

In the cold, corpses do not easily decay and spoil; they can be preserved for a long time, but the only downside is that they are difficult to collect.

"Not really. Even a corpse-eating civilization couldn't clean up bodies so thoroughly. There might be a deeper issue here, especially considering that you've been watched by an ancient existence."

"Perhaps there's something inherently wrong with this world," Rest said gravely.

They weren't unfamiliar with corpse-eating civilizations; so many bodies couldn't possibly all be consumed. Moreover, risking the cold to collect them couldn't result in such completeness; there would inevitably be some leftovers.

Currently, they didn't find a single body, which indeed indicated a problem.

"What should we do? Evacuate?" Sim immediately thought about leaving this world.

For them, this world's resources were not indispensable; sacrificing themselves for petty gains was unnecessary.

The Elf Clan's population was small, barely over a thousand, with an extremely low birth rate – only twelve newborns in a century.

This was because they left their homeland and were constantly exposed to the radiation of the dual-star celestial body, causing them to mutate.

Although called the Elf Clan, they should have been renamed the Frost Soul Clan long ago. The elves had been corroded by the Destructive Frost and Ghost Hunters, and while resisting the dual-star's erosion, they could somewhat wield these forces.

Compared to resources, the lives of their dwindling elven companions were far more valuable, since they could always replenish resources in another world.

"Alright, immediately..." Rest was about to say to leave at once when he suddenly sensed a great terror frozen beneath this world that seemed to awaken.

"Damn, it's the Mad God. This world is surprisingly a belief civilization, and moreover, one that has mutated."

Rest's expression turned grim as the vast Divine Power twisted into a massive lump of flesh.

He now understood where the bodies were—they were all "protected" by the deity worshipped by the believers. The intention was good, but under the Destructive Frost, even the world couldn't withstand it, let alone the divine.

The divine possessed immense strength, able to survive a bit longer, but the Divine Country couldn't hold out; the believers it sheltered died due to the Destructive Frost, driving the divine mad and causing it to mutate.

This integration of all the deceased believers' corpses, the frozen Divine Country, and the maddened deity resulted in today's twisted form.

The intention was good, but sadly, they couldn't withstand it, ultimately resulting in a tragedy.

Yet despite the deity's madness, it still guarded its and the deceased civilization, naturally viewing the two intruding elves as enemies.

The reason it hadn't attacked immediately was due to the influence of the Destructive Frost, which required time for the Mad God to awaken.

Due to the divine's overwhelming power and the concealment of the Destructive Frost, Rest and Sim couldn't detect it immediately.

If they hadn't ventured into this world, the deity would have quietly perished within the Destructive Frost. After the dual-stars left and the radiation zone no longer affected this world, thawing the frost would give birth to new life and civilization from the deity's corpse.

An alternative restart of the ecosystem.

"You immediately activate the spatial escape device, I'll hold back the Mad God!" Rest said without hesitation, activating the high-energy mode of his powered armor and using the Thunder God Electromagnetic Sniper Cannon to forcibly shatter the massive tentacles lunging at them.

The Mad God lacked self-awareness, operating on pure instinct, so there was no need to worry about deceit.

Moreover, the good news was that this Mad God had lost too much; it couldn't utilize Divine Arts or Divine Power, relying only on its mutated divine body to attack, whose structural abnormalities made it fragile.

Otherwise, his sniper cannon wouldn't stand a chance at breaking the divine's body.

Fragments of flesh, laced with the fluorescent divine blood, splattered across the entire sky.

"The Mad God affected spatial parameters; recalibration will take time, you hold out a bit longer," Sim uttered, having extracted the spatial escape device, but finding it incapable of accurate positioning and automatic calibration, leaving manual operation as the only option.

He connected a miniature supercomputer to the spatial escape device, his fingers flying across the keyboard with speed so rapid that the naked eye could only perceive a blur of afterimages continuously flitting about.

Rest said nothing, having prepared for such unforeseen events long ago. After all, they were confronting a divine, albeit a mad and peripheral one.

Calmly he utilized the sniper cannon for defense, simultaneously managing to establish a super energy barrier, and activating the permafrost-resistant mini-nanofactory within his powered armor. Constantly gathering materials, he crafted combat mechs for support.

In combat, Rest's experience surpassed that of Sim.

Despite deploying numerous multifaceted means, facing overwhelming might rendered them somewhat ostentatious.

"Are you done yet? I'm about to reach my limit," Rest, exhausted, struggled to defend.

A handful of tendrils might be manageable, but now, with the Mad God fully emerging from the subterranean frost, its towering and terrifying silhouette blotted out Rest's entire view, overwhelming his ability to combat it.

Even overloading the sniper cannon merely scratched its surface.

He'd thought the massive tendril he'd damaged was part of the Mad God's main body, yet it was but akin to a hair, countless in number, rendering it questionable if depleting the electromagnetic sniper cannon's energy could clear even a ten-thousandth of them.

"Almost there, almost there, just give me three more minutes!" Sim's frantic pace continued, sweat beading on his forehead.

Luckily, within the thermoregulated powered armor, otherwise, he'd freeze into an icicle in the external environment.

Hearing this, Rest gritted his teeth, having no choice but to endure, for swapping now would be too late. He thus engaged the overload mode of his powered armor.

This mode could last ten minutes but would cause varying degrees of armor damage; the longer it persisted, the greater the damage.

"Next time, I'll make sure the equipment department brings more gear, or facing another Mad God encounter, I might not hold up," Rest muttered curses amid his resistance.

This cursing served to vent his pressure, too intense a condition risked operational errors if not released.

Three minutes stretched interminably, seemingly mocking them with a sluggish flow.

But fortunately, Sim's prowess came through, completing recalibration successfully in two and a half minutes, connecting to the Elf Clan.

"All set, prepare to leave this world," Sim clapped the miniature supercomputer together with a snap and yelled toward Rest.

Rest sighed with relief. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Then, the surrounding space began forcibly tearing apart, which normally wouldn't be necessary for departure.

But due to the spatial turbulence and transformation caused by the Mad God's emergence, using the original escape device was impossible, leaving forced measures as the only option.

Fortunately, the Elf Clan's forced method was sophisticated, and after tearing space open, the escape device swallowed the two elves, ejecting them from this world in an instant.

In losing its target, the Mad God's chaotic mind couldn't grasp the situation, leaving it to blankly watch the space heal.

In its view, the space fissure didn't register as an intruder but more as part of the environment, so it naturally wouldn't attack.

Subsequently, driven by instinct, it retreated into the depths once more, falling asleep to conserve maximum energy against the Destructive Frost.