I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The image on the electronic screen froze.

The claw hovered above the ruins, its dark golden scales gleaming coldly, its toes curved like hooks, and its fingertips still clung to fragments of rock.

A mountain peak thousands of feet high looks like a piece of tofu in front of it.

Dead silence.

The underground living quarters of the capital were completely silent.

Thousands of eyes stared at the screen, mouths agape, but no sound came out.

Some people were trembling all over, some collapsed to the ground, and some covered their mouths.

"Uh...this...this..."

After an unknown amount of time, someone made the first sound.

Then, fear exploded like a plague.

"What...what is that...?"

"One claw destroyed a mountain..."

How big is its body?

"Can...can we win?"

"Fight? What are we going to use to fight this monster..."

Some people simply slumped down in their seats.

The old woman with the cane slumped to the ground, the cane rolling a long way away.

Her lips trembled, and her cloudy eyes were filled with despair.

"This...this is God trying to destroy us..."

No one could answer her.

Dewey looked up at the screen, his face ashen.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, trembling slightly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.

"this……"

A middle-aged man in military uniform beside him swallowed hard. "Can we really handle this thing?"

Even if we use all the weapons in the Dragon Kingdom's reserves, can we still harm this kind of monster?

"The prophet was right," Dewey murmured to himself. "Our greatest enemy is not Wang Wei."

Clearly, this scene led Dewey to fully acknowledge Chen Junjie's prophetic identity.

Inside the meeting room, there was also a screen in front of Mr. Liu.

Several people dressed in black robes stood behind him, their faces obscured.

The light from the screen shone on Old Liu's face, creating a play of light and shadow.

He spoke solemnly, his voice unreadable, "I thought the biggest variable was Wang Wei, but I didn't expect..."

He didn't continue. A man in black robes stepped forward and whispered, "Old Liu, if the prophet is telling the truth..."

"With this monster descending... even if we use all our trump cards, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?" Old Liu interrupted him, "Afraid we can't stop them?"

The man in black robes fell silent.

Old Liu stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window were the brightly lit passageways of the underground city, but those lights couldn't illuminate the gloom in his eyes at that moment.

"We have to stop them even if we can't," he said softly. "We have no way out either."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, tinged with bitterness: "I never imagined that in the end, we would have to rely on the puppet that Wang Wei put forward to save us."

........

In an underground conference room at the Southwest Base, a dozen people sat together.

Old Tian fell silent as he watched the transmitted images.

Can the horde of zombies he prepared deal with this claw?

The answer is obvious.

"No..." Old Tian suddenly stood up, "We can't rely on quantity alone anymore."

He looked at the others, "We need to hurry and finish making the golden corpse!"

"Old Tian" stood up. "Do you know the success rate of getting a golden corpse..."

Old Tian waved his hand, stopping the other person from continuing, "Continue refining the ash corpses!"

"If the Dragon Kingdom doesn't have enough corpses, just smuggle them in from overseas!"

"With a global population of six or seven billion, even with a low success rate, we must drive out enough golden corpses before disaster strikes..."

In the underground urban living area of ​​the capital city, the cries and screams continued.

Everyone was stunned, except for Chen Junjie.

"The prophet is awesome..."

Chen Junjie couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He stunned everyone with a simulated, fake scenario!

Chen Junjie naturally assumed that this was a fake image created by Wang Wei.

"Don't panic, everyone," Chen Junjie said confidently. "Since I can predict it, I naturally have a way to deal with it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Chen Junjie.

"Long live the Prophet!"

Someone shouted,

"Long live the Prophet!"

Long live the Savior!

"......"

Countless people were moved to tears, and some even knelt on the ground.

Yes indeed,

They also have prophets.

There is another savior!

.......

Building 1, Jinxiu Tiancheng Residential Complex, Jiangnan City.

In the living room, Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa with a slight frown on his face. On the coffee table in front of him was a half-cold glass of water.

The notification sound had just disappeared from his mind.

Safety points balance: 0.

Wang Wei's lips twitched.

"Damn it." He rarely swore.

He originally just wanted to help Chen Junjie with a little deduction, make a bit of a fuss, and shut up those who had doubts.

Especially the top echelons of the alliance.

Wang Wei knew very well that people like Du Wei and Old Liu did not believe that Chen Junjie was a savior.

Even Qian Mengxun had her doubts.

But the result.....

Just now, the floodwaters from the safe point were gushing out like a burst dam, and there was no way to stop them.

Nearly 3 safety points were instantly squandered.

The image that was deduced was that claw.

Only a small part of the claw was visible; the claw itself was not yet visible.

Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa and remained silent for a full ten seconds—feeling sorry for his safety point.

"I've gone too far," he muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

His original plan was simple: to establish Chen Junjie's "prophet" persona in the capital and stabilize the alliance.

He would harvest safe points and upgrade safe houses before the disaster struck.

At that time, no matter what comes, as long as he is within the safe house area, no one can do anything to him.

But now that the claw has appeared, things are not so simple.

A single claw can crush a mountain.

How big is its body?

How strong is it?

Does the invincibility zone of a safe house work against that kind of thing?

Wang Wei didn't know either.

In the previous life, five years after the cataclysm, even the largest alien beast was no more than one percent the size of that claw.

He picked up his water glass and took a sip.

After a long pause, Wang Wei suddenly murmured to himself:

"The alien beasts that are predicted may not actually appear in this world..."

He compared the mountains in the Dragon Kingdom with those in the picture, but none of them matched the peaks in the picture!

The destroyed mountain was at least 4000 meters high, and mountains of that height are usually quite famous.

It's either a tourist attraction or a nature reserve.

However, Wang Wei had no recollection of the mountain depicted in the simulation.

"Never mind," Wang Wei shook his head.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. There's no need to worry about these things now.

He reflected the capital city once again.

Groups of people knelt down before Chen Junjie, expressing their gratitude verbally.

But this scene made Wang Wei feel extremely disgusted.

When disaster strikes,

When the terms of the deal are brought up again, offering Chen Junjie in exchange for thirty years of peace for all humanity...

Who will remember this day?