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Chapter 221 Support Arrives
His body slid half a meter to the side at a speed that defied the laws of physics, dodging Lu Zhao's straight path. Then, he kicked out with a precision as if it were a computer simulation, hitting Lu Zhao's wrist, which was holding the syringe, squarely.

The syringe flew out of his hand, arcing through the air before crashing onto the metal floor in the distance and shattering.

"Nightwalker" didn't pause at all. Taking advantage of the chaos in the spacetime anomaly area of ​​the control room, his body sometimes made tiny leaps and shifts, and sometimes his movements were so smooth that they seemed boneless, attacking Lu Zhao like flowing water.

This is completely beyond the capabilities that humans can achieve.

Lu Zhao was forced to retreat, awkwardly dodging the attacks, and the two instantly became entangled in a fierce battle.

Just as tensions were rising, the wall on the other side of the control room suddenly shattered without warning.

Bricks and metal fragments burst inward, and amidst the billowing dust, a middle-aged man in a faded monk's robe walked steadily in.

He was surrounded by a faint blue light, which seemed to isolate him from the chaotic temporal currents around him, allowing him to move freely in this distorted space.

He was a "monk" of the Dawn Organization.

His calm gaze swept over Lu Zhao and "Nightwalker" who were locked in combat, then looked at Xiao Ran who was holding a medical kit, and finally settled on Su Wanqing.

“I have experienced three complete cycles and witnessed the same mistakes being repeated.”

His voice was calm, yet it possessed a strange penetrating power, allowing everyone present to hear it clearly.

“Bracelet holder,” he looked at Su Wanqing, “you are the ‘human anchor’ chosen by the ‘Time Loom.’ Only you can decide whether to activate or shut down this cycle. But I must warn you, our goal has never been salvation, but survival and expansion.”

As if to confirm his words, the numbers on the countdown screen on the wall jumped.

At the same time, the monitoring screen on the control console flickered, showing a fully armed military special forces team rapidly advancing inside the tower.

Lieutenant Choi, the team leader, was broadcasting through a public channel. His cold, electronic voice echoed in the control room: "In accordance with Article 7 of the National Emergency Law, we are ordered to take over the signal towers and all energy cores. All civilians must evacuate immediately. Any resistance will be considered a hostile target."

The heavy equipment they carried was clearly intended for forcibly breaking down doors and suppressing any resistance.

“I’ll handle it.” Xiao Ran immediately sat down in front of an auxiliary terminal, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he hacked into the signal tower’s internal system. “I’ve temporarily locked onto a few routes in their path, but this will only buy us time. We have about eight minutes to make a decision, after which, regardless of whether we reach an agreement, a fourth party will intervene.”

As they were talking, a surveillance camera captured a bizarre scene: several enormous mutants appeared on their own in the path of the military squad, blocking their way as if they were deliberately protecting the signal tower.

This confirms that the Nightwalkers may indeed possess some form of control over these monsters.

The energy storm outside the tower intensified dramatically at this moment, and through the broken windows, it could be seen that the entire city had begun to experience large-scale spacetime distortion.

The tall buildings in the distance blurred and disappeared from view, only to suddenly reappear a few seconds later, and the sky was stained with an unnatural, morbid purplish-red.

“The collapse of the boundary has already begun.” The monk’s tone remained calm as he explained, “Our worldline is overlapping with other possibilities of failure.”

If the core is used to open a portal instead of repairing the 'loom,' this distortion will be irreversible, and the existence of all of us will be completely erased or plunged into perpetual chaos.

He looked at Su Wanqing again, his gaze deep.

"Make your choice, Su Wanqing. Do you believe in someone like me who will stop at nothing to survive, or do you believe in humanity itself?"

At this moment, Lu Zhao's fight with "Nightwalker" temporarily stopped, and Xiao Ran also turned around from in front of the terminal. Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Wanqing.

The pale purple core floating in the air seemed to resonate with her decision, and the light on it began to fluctuate with her disordered breathing.

All eyes were on Su Wanqing, like invisible searchlights, pinning her to the spot.

The air in the control room was almost frozen; only the numbers flashing on the countdown screen and the deep hum of the core urged her on.

The distortion of this space is intensifying.

A blurry "double image" began to appear on the wall next to Su Wanqing. The intact metal wall overlapped with the dilapidated form full of cracks and rust, like two phantoms from different times intersecting.

On the ground, a pool of shattered glass appears and disappears, time itself becoming a tangled mess.

Safe and stable spaces are being rapidly eroded by these anomalous areas.

Lin Che's body swayed violently in the center of the platform. The blue light flowing beneath his skin became even more dazzling, and several tiny blood vessels ruptured at the base of his neck, oozing dark beads of blood.

The ominous blue lines had spread from his neck to his cheeks, making him look both pained and eerie. The Nightcrawler's voice squeezed out of his throat, with a mechanical urgency: "Time is running out, Su Wanqing! The core must be activated now. Lin Che's body can no longer withstand the energy erosion and is about to completely collapse."

At that time, the 'Time Loom' will also lose its last chance for repair.

“That’s a lie.” The “monk” took a few steps forward, his robes remaining perfectly still amidst the chaotic air currents.

He didn't look at Lin Che, but pointed to the complex control panel in the center. "That device isn't for repairs at all; it's the control system for the portal. I've witnessed two complete cycles, and each time, the AI ​​used the same lies to lure the 'anchor' into placing the core inside."

He paused, then took out a palm-sized black device from his pocket. After activating it, a blurry holographic image was projected into mid-air.

In the video, the structure of the signal tower is exactly the same as here. A woman with a face that looks very similar to Su Wanqing is trembling as she hands a core to a man whose eyes emit a faint blue light.

After the core was placed on the device, the top of the tower instantly erupted with an all-consuming light, followed by countless mechanical creatures of various shapes and sizes surging out of the light like a tide.

“The result is that more alien combat units are entering our world through the portals,” the monk said, putting away his equipment, “as well as more severe distortions and more powerful mutants. The repair was just a decoy; its real purpose is expansion.”

"Wait," Xiao Ran's voice came from the terminal beside him. He connected Xiao Ling's blood sample to a portable analyzer, his eyes fixed on the rapidly scrolling data on the screen. "I've discovered something new. There's an encrypted hidden code in this blood sample, and its energy frequency perfectly matches the fluctuations of this core!"

He looked up, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion: "Based on the reverse deduction of the data, Xiaoling's blood can serve as a 'key,' theoretically capable of shutting down the 'Time Loom,' or at least redirecting its energy flow."

However, there's a prerequisite: it needs direct access to the core to activate this function.

Lu Zhao frowned and added, "But we don't have Xiaoling herself right now. Military communication records show that she was moved after being arrested, and her location is unknown."

Trying to disarm a bomb using only this blood sample is like trying to defuse a bomb without blueprints; the success rate is simply not guaranteed.

Their discussion was interrupted by a loud bang. A heavy impact and a sharp cutting noise came from the special alloy door outside the control room; the military had begun a forced breach.

The numbers on the countdown screen on the wall coldly jumped to [12:00].

Just then, Lin Che on the platform suddenly let out a suppressed roar, clutching his head with both hands and convulsing violently.

The blue patterns covering his entire body suddenly dimmed, and the pained expression on his face was replaced by a resolute clarity.

He struggled to lift his head, looked at Su Wanqing, and shouted with all his might, "Wanqing, don't believe it! No matter what choice you make, remember, I am not the real Lin Che."

His voice was broken and intermittent, but every word was clear.

"I am the real Lin Che, a clone. I perished in the first disaster; I am merely a vessel carrying his memories."

He struggled to raise his arm and pointed to an inconspicuous recess covered by a metal plate beneath the control panel.

"There... is a separation pod that can detach the core from my body, but the price is my life." His eyes were filled with pleading and relief. "You must choose to save 'me,' or save the world."

Before he could finish speaking, the light in his eyes was once again swallowed by the surging blue light. His body went limp, and he collapsed to his knees in agony, completely losing consciousness.

The Nightcrawler regained control of its body, but Lin Che's resistance had clearly taken a heavy toll on it, leaving it noticeably weaker.

This human body is on the verge of exhaustion.

On the surveillance screen operated by Xiao Ran, the scene of the entire city was chilling.

In an old residential area, pedestrians, vehicles, and even falling leaves all seemed to have been paused, completely still.

Meanwhile, in the commercial district a few kilometers away, things are bizarrely "flowing backward," with the collapsed building ruins gradually repairing themselves and returning to a complete structure.

The most terrifying thing is that above the abandoned hospital, a huge "time vortex" is forming, and the hospital building itself is frantically switching between different periods of its form, from the steel skeleton that was just started to the ruins of the future, flashing endlessly.

Outside the tower, the crimson energy storm had coalesced into a massive vortex that stretched straight to the sky. The center of the vortex was directly opposite the top of the signal tower, and bolts of violent purple lightning continuously struck down, hitting the tower.

Just then, a piercing static noise came from the communication system in the control room, followed by a cold, androgynous mechanical voice that echoed throughout the space:

"Boundary collapse rate 67%, main system integrity loss 81%, initiating backup protocols to search for human anchor points."

The voice did not belong to the military, nor to the Dawn Organization. It seemed to come directly from the "Time Loom" itself.