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

The cheers from the global bases lasted for a full day and night.

Chen Junjie's image was repeatedly played on electronic screens in underground living areas of bases around the world.

The Kashgar Mountains, the Soli Deep Sea, the Mongke Desert, the Holy Mountain—every battlefield, every image, brings tears to our eyes.

"Long live the Prophet!"

At the Nordic Survivors Base, those who had been rescued from the beast tide by Chen Junjie at the foot of the sacred mountain kowtowed towards the east.

Those in the upper echelons of the Covenant Church stood in the crowd.

They withdrew at the very beginning of the war, but the Norse survivors were unaware of this.

Now that they have won the great battle, they have quietly moved back.

"The Holy Church is with you!" an archbishop solemnly and somewhat reluctantly echoed, "Long live the Prophet!"

"Long live the Prophet!"

At the North American base, a giant projection cast Chen Junjie's image into the night sky.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in the square, crying out "Savior!"

Someone silently made the sign of the cross on their chest.

Their gods could not avert the disaster, but the prophet Chen Junjie did.

At the South American base, the survivors lit bonfires and danced all night, expressing their respect in the most primitive way.

At the North Continent base, the smoke of the great battle had just cleared, and the sky was still filled with a yellowish-gray fog. People were dancing barefoot on the ruins.

Survivors from some small countries spontaneously organized marches.

They held up portraits of Chen Junjie and shouted "Prophet" in broken Chinese.

Every corner of the world, every place where people still live, is reciting the same name.

prophet.

Chen Junjie.

In the capital city, the main hall of the alliance headquarters was brightly lit.

High-ranking officials from various countries and major bases gathered together.

The atmosphere was no longer as tense and oppressive as before; everyone was waiting quietly for that person to come in.

The door opened.

Chen Junjie walked in.

He changed into a clean set of clothes, simple black casual wear.

Everyone stood up, with an involuntary, heartfelt reverence.

Old Liu also stood up from his seat and slowly walked towards Chen Junjie.

"On behalf of all humanity, I thank you."

Old Liu bowed deeply in gratitude.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The highest authority in the alliance, the most powerful elder in the Dragon Kingdom, bowed before Chen Junjie.

"Prophet," Old Liu's voice was solemn, "the Alliance and all of humanity owe you a debt of gratitude."

Chen Junjie reached out and gently lifted Liu Lao up by the shoulder.

"Mr. Liu, you flatter me." His voice was soft. "I just did what I was supposed to do."

Old Liu straightened up and shifted his gaze from Chen Junjie to everyone present.

He took a deep breath and raised his voice:

"Gentlemen, I don't need to elaborate on the achievements of the prophet Chen Junjie. In the Dragon Kingdom, the overseas bases, and the four major calamity nests, he turned the tide of battle at the most critical moments in every crisis. Without him, none of you would be standing here today."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each face.

"I propose that we formally confer the title of Prophet upon Chen Junjie, recognizing him as a common spiritual leader of all humankind. Furthermore, to show our respect and to ensure that humanity will never forget his contributions, a global coronation ceremony should be held tomorrow."

I second that.

I second that.

I second that.

The voices rang out from every corner, without hesitation or objection.

This scene was somewhat unexpected for Chen Junjie. His lips moved as if he wanted to refuse, but Old Liu pressed down on his shoulder.

"Prophet, this is not for you. It is for all those struggling in these last days to have faith."

Old Liu's voice was soft, but firm.

"Let them have a name they can look up to, a banner they can rely on. This ceremony must be held."

Chen Junjie remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

The coronation ceremony was scheduled for the following day.

They went to the capital and began renovations overnight.

The global bases are preparing for a simultaneous live broadcast, with each base's electronic screens receiving the signal.

The following morning, people at major bases around the world gathered in front of electronic screens in their underground living quarters.

The images were synchronized, revealing the urban area of ​​the capital city.

Chen Junjie appeared on the high platform in a blue robe.

Below are the alliance's top leaders and top superhumans.

Dewey stepped onto the platform and began in a deep voice, "The prophet's achievements need no further explanation, for all the people still alive in the world owe their existence to him..."

"So handsome!"

At the Jiangnan City base, Fatty Li, with two women on either side of him, looked at the electronic screen with envy, thinking, "When will I, Fatty, be the center of attention like this...?"

Back when Chen Junjie first came to Jiangnan City to seek refuge with Wang Wei, he was just an ordinary superhuman.

A female superhuman in his arms chuckled and whispered, "Fatty, you'd be more popular than him if you showed off your superpowers on camera."

Fatty Li raised an eyebrow and pinched her, causing the woman to gasp softly.

At the Southwest Base, the girl stared excitedly at the screen.

Her Brother Chen stood at the pinnacle of humanity.

Today, the whole world crowns him!

All eyes were on Chen Junjie from all the major bases around the world.

At the foot of the high platform in the upper city of the capital,

Elder Liu and other high-ranking members of the alliance also silently watched Chen Junjie on the high platform.

A man standing beside Old Liu said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "His prestige is now unshakeable."

Old Liu remained calm. "His reputation is just a facade. The key is that blind woman in Jiangnan City. We need to find out her strength as soon as possible."

"Yes"

A moment later, Dewey's opening remarks were nearing their end.

"Now, the Alliance extends its respects to the Prophet and Savior of Humanity..."

However, just as everyone at the global base was immersed in endless adoration for Chen Junjie,

A voice rang out.

Majestic, with a hint of aloofness that didn't belong to its kind.

"Human race".

The moment the sound fell,

The sky above the capital suddenly turned reddish-yellow, thunderclouds swept in, and lightning flashed.

A pair of golden pupils peeked out from behind layers of thunderclouds.

Billions of survivors around the world simultaneously stopped what they were doing and held their breath.

The sound continued:

"Our race has established itself in this world. You struggled, resisted, and died. Our race also suffered losses."

"Our people do not wish to suffer any more losses. Nor do you wish for any more deaths."

"Therefore, our clan proposes to draw up a pact—to exchange one person's life for thirty years of peace in this world."

The sound paused for a moment.

That brief pause made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"This man is your 'prophet'—Chen Junjie."

"If you agree, our race will retreat into the Nest of Calamity and not step out for thirty years. Humanity will then have thirty years to breathe."

"If not—"

The voice suddenly turned cold:

"Three days later, our entire clan will emerge. At that time, there will be no living creature left in the sky or on the ground."

"Remember, you only have three days."

The sound disappeared, and the golden pupils vanished into the thunderclouds.

The world was deathly silent; people hadn't even had time to react.

Three seconds later—

"boom"

Major bases around the world simultaneously felt the tremors of the earthquake.

"Synchronous satellite imagery," Dewey began solemnly.

Just seconds later, the images on the electronic screens at the global bases switched to satellite images of the four major nests.

From the cracks in the Kashgar Mountains, crimson mist exploded, surging like a tsunami.

Countless strange beasts poured out of the crack.

The lightning arcs of the Thunder Beasts illuminated the sky above the Kashgar Mountains as if it were daytime, the chilling aura of the Frost Beasts froze the land for dozens of miles around, and the endless tide of Wind Blade Beasts and Crimson Mist Beasts occupied the entire Kashgar Mountains!

In the deep sea of ​​Soli, hundreds of kilometers of ocean have frozen solid. Frosty beasts walk on the ice.

In the Munch Desert, countless cracks appeared in the yellow sand, and strange beasts surged from the ground like black lava.

From the sacred mountain, countless high-level exotic beasts emerged, each exuding an SSS-level aura.

The world's four major sources of disaster are simultaneously erupting in riots.

The numbers at the bottom of the screen were jumping wildly, the number of alien beasts jumping from tens of millions to fifty million, from fifty million to one hundred million, from one hundred million to...

In the underground living quarters of the global base, countless people trembled, unable to utter a single word.

"this....."

"So many..."

Someone covered the child's eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Some people were muttering to themselves in a daze, not in prayer, but in despair.

At the Nordic base, a middle-aged man looked at the beast tide on the sacred mountain and suddenly laughed, tears streaming down his face.

He slid down to the ground, muttering to himself, "I knew it... I knew it wouldn't be this easy... all those victories were fake..."

At the Southwest Base, crimson mist was surging in from afar, the earth was trembling, and the aura of the alien beasts pressed down from the horizon like a mountain.

The urban area of ​​the capital was as quiet as a tomb.

Those who held the coronation ceremony for Chen Junjie were all stunned and stood there in place.

Old Liu remained silent, staring at the endless stream of strange beasts emerging from the four nests.

On the high platform, Dewey's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Chen Junjie stood motionless, with only one voice echoing in his ears: "To exchange one man's life for thirty years of peace."

He gazed into the distance, silently murmuring to himself:

"Prophet, you foresaw this all along, didn't you...? That's why you pushed me out here..."

"A scapegoat? No!" Chen Junjie suddenly revealed a relieved smile.

Why not die for a true "prophet"?

At the Beijing base, it's unclear who was the first to speak:

"We cannot believe the words of calamities and strange beasts; only with prophets can we survive!"