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Breathing became difficult, my heartbeat became erratic, my legs became weak, and my head was buzzing as if countless bees were fluttering their wings on my eardrums.

Some people knelt down, not to worship, but because their legs couldn't support them; some people lay on the ground, not to avoid, but because their bodies were resisting standing; some people bled from all seven orifices, not because they were attacked, but because the pressure was so strong that their capillaries burst under their skin.

A colossal creature squeezed out of the crack.

First, the head.

The lion's head was bigger than a truck, and its mane was dark gold, each hair as thick as an adult's arm, fluttering in the night wind like flags waving in the wind.

Its eyes were amber, with vertical pupils, like a cat's eyes or a snake's eyes. They were devoid of warmth and emotion, possessing only a pure, primal indifference, like that of a being at the very top of the food chain.

Its mouth opened, revealing rows of sharp teeth longer than daggers, with dark red, dried flesh and blood residue stuck between the teeth, left over from who knows how many years ago.

Its breath came out of its nostrils, and two white plumes of mist left long trails in the night sky, like two trains traveling through the night.

Then comes the second head.

The goat's head, located to the right of the lion's head, is smaller than the lion's head, but equally terrifying.

Its fur is grayish-white and curly, like clumps of clouds blown about by the wind.

Its eyes were a ghastly white, without pupils, only two soulless flames burning in the darkness.

Its mouth opened, revealing two rows of neat teeth, as if they had been polished with a whetstone. The teeth were not sharp, but flat, like the teeth of a herbivore.

But it is not a herbivore.

Then comes the third head.

The snake's head is located to the left of the lion's head, smaller than a goat's head, but larger than any human head.

Its skin is dark green, covered with fine, scale-like patterns that gleam coldly in the firelight.

Its eyes are bright yellow, and its pupils are vertical, like two daggers stuck in its eye sockets.

Its mouth opens not vertically like a lion's, but horizontally like a snake's, splitting from the corners of its mouth all the way to its ears, revealing four sharp, inward-curving fangs like poison needles.

Three heads, six eyes, looking down from three different directions at the tiny humans on the ground.

Its body is larger than its three heads combined.

Dark golden scales covered its entire body, each scale as large as a shield, and in the firelight, they resembled polished bronze mirrors.

The edges of the scales have fine, dark red lines, as if something is flowing beneath them.

Its limbs are as thick as four stone pillars, and its feet have five curved, scimitar-like claws, each longer than a person's height.

Its tail is a snake's tail, longer than its body, and at the end of the tail is a large bone hammer covered with spikes, each spike resembling a short sword.

Its wings were dragon wings, not bird feather wings, but bat membranous wings. The dark gray membrane shimmered slightly in the moonlight, and dark red blood vessels pulsated on the wing membrane.

It was suspended in the air.

Its wings did not flap; it was suspended, like a fortress made of steel and rock floating in the night sky.

Chimera.

It has a lion's head, a goat's body, and a snake's tail; it has three heads and six eyes.

Someone present recognized the monster.

A young man who had played countless games and watched countless anime in his original world, who had just come down from the cable car, turned from pale to ashen the moment he saw the three heads.

His lips were trembling, his voice was trembling, his whole body was trembling.

"This...this is a chimera...the chimera that fought Godzilla...the chimera that almost beat Godzilla to a pulp..."

No one answered him, because everyone saw it, everyone felt it.

Someone attempted to probe it.

The detector was raised, the button was pressed, the screen flashed, and then went black.

It wasn't that there was no power; the detector's chip had been burned by something. A burnt smell was wafting from the instrument, as if something had burned inside.

The sensory-type evolved being closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, blood flowing from all seven orifices... Blood gushed from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth at the same time, his face turned from pale to ashen, and then his body collapsed like a wall whose support had been removed.

The information is all question marks.

You can't see the level, the rank, the attributes, you can't see anything.

Bai Liuxi's face went from pale to deathly white.

Her body was still trembling... not from the talisman's side effects, but from fear.

She looked at the enormous object in the sky, her lips moved slightly, but the sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Legendary... Mythical level... Even we haven't encountered one..."

Mythical level.

Above legend, above the extraordinary.

No one knows what that level means because no one has ever seen it.

But everyone knew that monsters of that level were beyond their capabilities.

Some people started to run away.

It wasn't a strategic retreat, it was an escape, an instinctive reaction after fear had shattered all reason, all dignity, and all bottom lines.

They threw away their weapons, their backpacks, and anything that would slow them down, and ran into the depths of the forest, into any place where they could hide, in the direction they thought they could survive.

Someone collapsed to the ground.

It's not that I don't want to run, it's that my legs won't obey me. They're like two boneless sticks, limp and sprawled on the ground.

Some people were crying with their heads in their hands, not out of sadness, but out of despair—the kind of despair that comes from knowing you're going to die, knowing you can't escape, knowing you don't even have the right to struggle.

The dog-headed man Chen Mo ran away.

He moved very fast, on all fours, darting through the dense forest like a real wild beast.

His teammates followed behind him; someone fell, but he didn't turn around; someone called his name, but he didn't respond.

He had only one thought in his mind right now... run, run as far as possible.

Several guild leaders have run away.

They led their core members and ventured into the dense forest from different directions.

No one chased after them, no one scolded them, because many of those who stayed also wanted to run away.

But Zhou Weiren's voice came through the walkie-talkie, still in that unhurried tone, with every word carrying weight. But this time, there was something else in his voice... not nervousness, but determination.

"Everyone, run to the evacuation point."

We'll take as many as we can.

The military covered the rear.