The terrifying heavens inside the box

Human Purge Project World.

In an affluent neighborhood in Los Angeles.

Most of this area has become part of that "blood lake".

At this moment, something seemed to be stirring at the bottom of the lake, gradually creating a giant whirlpool.

The crimson waves surged and crashed against the previously relatively stable beach boundary.

"Retreat now!"

Kurt and the others in the car, realizing something was wrong, cried out urgently.

James immediately realized something was wrong and, without having time to turn, reversed the car.

Not long after, a loud bang was heard from ahead.

"boom!"

A crimson torrent burst forth like a dam breaking, sweeping across and submerging streets and mansions.

Realizing he couldn't escape the torrent, James gritted his teeth and made a decisive move.

"Hold on tight!"

He jerked the steering wheel, turning the car around and crashing into the nearest villa, with a torrent of blood rushing in after him.

"Rumble..."

It is unknown how much time passed, until the blood-red water level gradually receded.

The group of people, soaked to the bone, emerged from the car in a disheveled state.

Glenn wiped his face, then pinched the now completely discolored shirt between two fingers, sniffed it, and turned away, instinctively gagging.

"Cough cough cough, damn it! That's disgusting..."

"What happened?" James, also soaked to the bone, took off his coat and asked the other three.

Nancy and Glenn shook their heads; they had only recently come to accept the existence of other worlds and were naturally unaware of this situation.

Kurt remained silent, which drew the attention of the other three.

"Do you know what that is?" Nancy looked at him.

Kurt sighed. "I just hope it's not what I'm thinking. If it is, then we're in big trouble."

"What do you mean?" James frowned, feeling uneasy.

Kurt wiped his wet hair, his eyes deep. "I still don't know what that is, but this feeling..."

He glanced at the other three people but didn't continue speaking.

"Let's change our clothes first. I don't want to go there dressed like this."

"Are you serious? We're going to go over there?" Glenn immediately wanted to object.

The situation just now was clearly beyond their ability to handle.

No one else answered him.

Kurt went upstairs to help the four people find clothes they could wear.

Nancy went straight to the bathroom on the first floor, wanting to wash away the blood first.

James remained in the driver's seat, trying to start the car, his face filled with worry.

"How's the car?" Glenn asked, leaning closer with his wooden sword in hand.

James sighed, shook his head, and said, "It won't start."

"It looks like we'll have to walk there later."

Glenn pursed his lips and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder again.

"I don't think you need to worry about Mary, Zoe, and Charlie. Their camp is quite a distance from here. Plus, there are plenty of sentries; they'll spot the situation in advance and take cover."

James neither confirmed nor denied it.

After washing up and changing their clothes, the four of them set off again toward the "Blood Lake".

Whether it's lawns, trees, vehicles, or houses...

Everything we saw along the way was stained blood red.

This also includes the red fog.

When they stepped onto the surface of the lake, which was now just a thin layer of blood, everyone was stunned.

A colossal object, unlike anything ever seen before, stands in the center of the shallowing "blood lake".

"What the hell is that?!" James exclaimed.

Glenn frowned, as if trying to find a suitable description: "Like a behemoth covered in all sorts of weapons?"

Even Kurt and Nancy had to admit that this description was quite apt.

Stone tools, bronze tools, iron tools, old-fashioned firearms, even modern weapons... all with their sharp and aggressive sides facing outwards, the rest deeply embedded in the surface of scarlet flesh.

Moreover, the height and diameter of the colossal object were impossible for them to determine in the fog.

However, what we can see now requires us to look up, and we can't even see its length and width at a glance.

"This thing is absolutely huge!" Glenn exclaimed again.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange noise was heard.

"Knock knock..."

Like the beating of a drum, it resounds rhythmically with pauses.

The four people present listened with puzzlement, their eyes gradually widening.

A strange thing happened.

The sound was exactly the same as the beating of their own hearts that they were feeling at that moment.

Same frequency!

Kurt and the others looked on in astonishment, only to discover that it was not a giant object at all, but a beating "heart" filled with various weapons!

Whose heart?

Before they could even come up with an answer, the "heart" stopped beating instantly.

A feeling of suffocation came over me

Kurt and his three companions unconsciously knelt down and lay prostrate on the ground, their eyes bulging, clutching their throats tightly, unable to breathe despite having air in their mouths.

"Knock knock knock..."

Fortunately, the "heart" started beating again, instantly freeing the four from suffocation and allowing them to breathe heavily.

But soon they realized something was wrong.

The "heart" was beating faster and faster, until...

The hammer and chisel in Kurt's hand emitted electric current, but it shot towards himself.

The mirrors and wooden swords in Nancy and Glenn's hands also began to heat up, instantly sobering them up.

"what!"

James, who was the last one standing, let out a roar that was neither human nor inhuman. His eyes turned completely blood red, and he instinctively lunged at Glenn, who was closest to him.

"James, what are you doing! His eyes have changed!"

Glenn blocked James with his wooden sword, but James was stronger and quickly overpowered him with his superior strength.

Kurt regained consciousness and was about to go help when he noticed figures with bloodshot eyes rushing towards him from the surrounding blood mist.

What's even more frightening is that these lunatics don't seem to have simply lost their minds.

They were even carrying weapons.

"Nancy! I'll hold these guys off, you go help Glenn!"

As Kurt spoke, he smashed one person away with a hammer and then electrocuted several others.

Realizing that discharging was more effective in this situation, he changed his strategy immediately.

Meanwhile, Nancy tried to help Glenn pull James away, but the crazed middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes saw something and looked like he was determined to kill Glenn.

Fortunately, Kurt had already knocked out all the red-eyed attackers with electricity.

He directly used a hammer to electrocute James, knocking him unconscious as well.

"Cough cough... phew, thanks."

Seeing Glenn thank him, Kurt waved casually, then seemed to remember something and quickly took the mini chisel from his bracelet, enlarged it, and held it in his hand.

"There might be some issues at the camp; I'll go check it out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the chisel and flew into the sky.

Nancy and Glenn then remembered that there was a group of children at the camp.

Although I'm a little worried, there's nothing I can do.

After all, only one can fly.

"Nancy, what do you think that is?" Glenn got up from the ground, stood up and glanced at James, who had just gone crazy, with lingering fear, before turning to ask his girlfriend.

Nancy shook her head and subconsciously picked up the mirror that had just become hot.

Recalling the fleeting murderous intent that had crossed her mind, even though it was all directed at Freddy, she never imagined that she herself would have such a terrifying impulse.

Just then, a beam of light suddenly shone from the mirror in her hand.

The light, however, was directed at a certain spot on the giant creature…

At the same time, Kurt, who had already flown back to the temporary base, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky.

Even though he didn't see anything, he guessed it.

It was that "giant god" who made his move.

Kurt glanced down again, where there was a temporary camp shrouded in a transparent cube, with people inside waving upwards. He then smiled, turned, and flew away.

As he returned to the location of the colossal object, he heard Nancy shouting from below.

"Kurt! Here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kurt noticed Glenn throwing the wooden sword in his hand into the air. He flew over with his chisel and caught it. Before he could ask any questions, the people below revealed their purpose.

"Pierce the sword into the spot where the mirror's light shines!"

Although Curt was puzzled after hearing this, he still took the wooden sword and found the spot on the giant object where the white light was focused.

But just as the wooden sword pierced through...

The world before his eyes changed instantly.

A primitive man is grinding stone tools...

"Pfft!"

Kurt stared wide-eyed at the sharp stone tool embedded in his body, blood gushing from the wound.

Not only that, but there were also figures wielding swords and spears, firing muskets, and many more appeared...

At the same time, Nancy and Glenn, who were outside the company, were also very surprised.

"What's wrong with that guy? Why isn't he moving?"

Just as they were wondering, they suddenly noticed that Kurt, who was holding a sword, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out blood.

Immediately afterwards, his clothes became more torn, and blood dripped down.

"This sounds like Freddy's ability!"

Not only Glenn, but Nancy could also see it.

But all she could do was yell, "Wake up, Kurt!"

Glenn, belatedly realizing what was happening, shouted along:

"Kurt!"

Amidst their shouts, Kurt, covered in wounds, suddenly coughed up a large amount of blood again.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."

But he still managed to open his eyes, revealing only a slit.

"what!"

With a roar, ignoring the wounds on his body, he plunged the wooden sword down hard.

As the wooden sword penetrated deeper, white light burst forth from the gaping wounds in the flesh, accompanied by a faint scream.

Freddy's red and green sweater figure fell out of the bloody tear as the wooden sword was pulled out, and then vanished into thin air.

At this moment, Kurt was severely injured and on the verge of unconsciousness. If he hadn't clung tightly to the chisel with his last thought to descend, he probably would have fallen from mid-air long ago.

"Kurt!"

The two caught the battered figure.

At this moment, they suddenly discovered that the giant object, which was covered with weapons, was being continuously covered by a layer of transparent crystals until it was completely covered.

Suddenly, an exaggeratedly large shadow appeared in the sky above the mist.

Glenn, who was hugging Kurt, tilted his head back, his mouth agape.

Nancy, as if remembering something, subconsciously tightened her grip on the mirror in her hand.