Let go of that monster girl!

Nearby was a low-lying grove of mushrooms, their brownish-gray caps arranged in irregular squares in the darkness.

Further away, you can see the remains of several caravans scattered by the roadside, with overturned vehicles, goods scattered all over the ground, and several dark red spears of the Ant Girl stuck in the shafts of the vehicles.

Further away was a forest of dead trees, bare trunks standing upright on the field, without a single leaf.

Wolfsburg is only a few dozen kilometers from Newmarket, and in the vast wilderness, the lights of Newmarket should soon appear in the dark distance.

Moren, still holding up his binoculars, casually asked the big black dog that was still licking the slime:

When was the last time Wolfsburg visited Newmarket?

“The caravan has come, but Mother, the wolves are not allowed to go to the new market recently. There’s a big, strange thing there.”

What strange creatures are there, East and West...?

Through the telescope's field of view, Moran saw that thing.

Molen was stunned.

The flying mice were stunned.

The telescope in the navigator's hand clattered and fell onto the deck.

Lyme was still struggling in the big dog's arms.

At the far end, everyone, all the rats, saw that thing.

a tree.

A colossal, pitch-black tree.

The tree roots spread out of the ground in all directions, the thick root system tearing through the ground for several kilometers, arching the soil and gravel high.

The tree trunk, with its spiral pattern, is so thick it can be measured in hundreds of meters and so tall it can be estimated in thousands of meters. Parallel lines on the black bark spiral upwards, reaching straight into the clouds and piercing through the dark clouds that forever shroud the lightless zone, before disappearing from sight at the top.

The outstretched branches spread out like a huge canopy deep in the clouds, its dark reddish-brown color covering the entire sky.

Countless spires rose from the ground, each forming an extremely strange 30-degree angle with the ground, almost lying horizontally on the ground, surrounding the giant tree and arranged along the spiral patterns on the tree trunk.

It was as if a tornado had been frozen in the middle of the wheat field, with the surrounding wheat bending down in the direction of the whirlwind.

Between the spires, Western and Japanese buildings are interspersed, with corridors winding through them. The buildings are brightly lit and bustling with pedestrians. You can even see the brothel that Moren visited before the disaster.

Every building in the new market before the cataclysmic month can be found in this incredibly bizarre and spectacular new city.

Each building is parallel to the surrounding spires and presents the same strange angle to the ground.

Molen's expression was extremely solemn.

"Why are those houses crooked and creaking?"

"Squeak! Oh no! Hold on tight!"

The airship suddenly began to slowly rotate, tilting to one side, and the cargo box slid off the deck and crashed into the ship's side.

The mouse girls squeaked and grabbed at anything they could get their hands on. Morren grabbed a mouse that was about to fall out.

The earth tilted before Morren's eyes until the nearest spire pointed straight to the sky.

No, it's the airship that's tilting.

No, that's not right either; it's not an airship.

A terrible chill crept up Morren's spine.

It's gravity! That dragon girl can actually tilt the gravity of the entire earth!

Near each spire, the direction of gravity is forcibly distorted, forming vortices around the tree along the direction of the spire.

The air, which should have been the terrifying whirlwind created by the twisted spiral gravity well, was nowhere to be found.

If Moran could get his hands on a magic lens, he was certain that the magic beneath the New Market was being twisted into an extremely complex yet precise shape.

Wow, what kind of crazy stats does this dragon have?

Is this the kind of opponent that Aishan should be matched with?!

Chapter 82 The Tower of Babel

Wow, what's the point of hitting a hammer like this?

You build good guns and cannons, then lead the old farmers to attack the knight lady.

As a result, Knight's Castle did not stand up.

The young lady knight lifted the knight's castle with one hand.

Are you kidding me? There really is a superhuman powerhouse coming to the Dark Zone to help alleviate poverty?

Molen stood on the street in the new market, scribbling in his notebook.

Before long, a simple map of the new market appeared on the notebook.

Imagine a clock face with a diameter of more than ten kilometers, divided into 12 equal parts along the time.

Now, change the direction of gravity in all 12 sectors to clockwise.

This is the extremely strange gravity environment surrounding the "Garden of Eden".

Molen looked around at the city buildings.

But from the perspective of the new market itself, it is actually quite normal.

The surrounding buildings are built on a steep hillside, and such mountain towns are not uncommon.

The crisscrossing streets meander along the slope, and the square is full of shops, with one shop after another lining both sides of the stone steps.

Most of them are still vacant, with their doors tightly closed and signs blank, but a few have already hung up fox tail-shaped banners and snake scale-patterned curtains, indicating that snake girl merchants and fox girl slave traders have moved in.

In the center of the square, a fox-woman merchant squatted on the ground, smiling as she handed a bag of fried sweets to a ragged catgirl.

Several ant girls beside them smiled and gently said to a little mouse girl wearing a slave collar, "Master is waiting for you up ahead."

The snake-woman nuns were everywhere, standing at every intersection, hands clasped together, whispering prayers for every refugee who passed by.

The wooden box next to him was piled with flatbread and dried fish; anyone passing by could take a portion.

Regardless of race or status, everyone's face was beaming with smiles.

A very large, brightly painted advertising board stands at the edge of the square in the distance.

On the board, a circle of ant girls in a childlike drawing style hold hands and form a circle, with a mouse girl in the same childlike drawing style standing in the middle, holding a flower.

Below were two lines of smaller text.

"Rebuild the Tower of Babel."

"Recreating Eden".

Molen rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure he wasn't still half asleep.

Judging from their clothing, almost all of them were refugees from various settlements in the Dark Zone, and they must have all come here with the White Ant Girl during the Disaster Month.

The cat girls wore patched-up smocks, the mouse girls wore loose-fitting linen robes, and there were lizard girls and rabbit girls.

Every face radiated the happiness of surviving a catastrophe.

In the distance, near the roots of the giant tree, stands a magnificent church with three arched doors on the front, each four or five meters high.

As the melodious church bells rang, residents, their faces filled with reverence and fervor, surged toward the cathedral in waves.

A noblewoman in a long silk dress was caught in the middle of a group of filthy rat girls. She waved her arms, trying to break free of the swarm, and shouted in exasperation:

"Where did this stinking rat come from! I'm an invited guest! Get out of my way!"

A snake-woman nun immediately stepped forward, clasped her hands together, nodded slightly, and spoke in a gentle and refined tone:

"Honorable lady, everyone here is an invited guest, and all are equal. Please accompany your sisters."

The noble lady screamed, and was then pushed forward by the torrent of rat girls behind her.

Molen followed the side of the frenzied crowd, turning onto a stone staircase that led upwards, offering a view of the square outside the church from a slightly higher vantage point.

The snake-woman nun, dressed in magnificent robes, stood on the stone platform above the church entrance, arms outstretched, and cried out:

"May the saint's mercy be like sweet spring watering parched earth, may the lost find guidance, and may the wounded find healing!"

"We support each other, regardless of race or bloodline, like sisters holding hands, walking through the long, dark night!"

"Keep hope, keep kindness, keep piety, and the saint will protect us!"

The snake-woman nun's voice grew louder and louder as she stretched out her arms toward the crowd.

"All those who are suffering, all those who are struggling, join us!"

The refugees and slaves in the square responded with a deafening roar.

Morren had heard the same prayer before, but hearing it again felt completely different.

After all, a living miracle was right under their feet. The feat of establishing the Garden of Eden overnight would not be able to remain unmoved, even by the most hard-hearted person.

Could it be that the White Dragon Saintess really doesn't have any bad ideas?

Have I been overthinking things?

Was she actually a fellow traveler?

Perhaps, it would be worth trying to talk to the saintess?

"Baron! Baron!"

Lyme and the mouse girls walked over from behind, chatting away. Lyme stood out in the crowd, while the mouse girls chattered excitedly.

"The chicken at that stall over there has eight wings and six legs, and it's so cheap!"

"I also saw a shop selling ant-girl arms, saying that you can use them just by inserting them!"

The wolf hunter leader emerged from behind the ratwomen, carrying a large bronze jar on his shoulder. The jar's surface was covered with intricate runes, like a spiderweb, and it was the high-pressure container that Moren wanted.

The navigation mouse ran up to Morren, waving a flyer, and held it up above his head, panting:

"My Lord! The ant girl over there said that although the caravan can't be restored, they can bring all the rats from Dwarf Mountain here!"

Great.

It's too good to be true.

Molen looked at the large, dark tree in the center of the new market, recalling everything from the past year, and a terrifying idea began to take shape.

"Let's go, let's find a place as close to the tree roots as possible."

The new market was so large that there weren't even enough merchants and refugees to go around.

These wide streets and rows of houses, large enough to accommodate all the residents of the entire dark zone, were very likely built for this purpose.

The mouse girls broke into an empty house, which was completely bare except for four walls and a roof.

The mice used their skills to quickly pry open the floorboards, their shovels digging rapidly, scattering dirt everywhere, and soon they had dug a large pit several meters deep.

Molen squatted by the pit, staring down.

Something's not right. Too many strange things have happened lately.

If the goal is truly to satisfy the whims of a powerful being at the level of a calamity, there's absolutely no need to make it this complicated.

All it takes is to say that food and meat will be provided, and soon a large number of refugees will flock there.

This lacks the composure a strong person should possess.

From cutting off trade routes to the sudden appearance of Chimera Beasts, to the rampaging and bizarrely evolving Ant Girls, and then to the sudden appearance of cults in every settlement.

It's as if an invisible hand is pushing all of this, constantly driving the herds of the dark zone toward this vortex.

Moren really hoped that the rat girls wouldn't find anything, and that he was just overthinking things.

"Squeak! Your Excellency, look! What is this?!"

The mouse girl at the bottom of the pit screamed and held something up in her two little hands.

A hard, dry clod of earth with a foul odor was passed to Moren, emanating a nauseating smell that all rats could not tolerate.

Blood, flesh, and pus.

Morren looked up at the window, where the silhouette of the giant black tree filled the entire sky, its shape slowly overlapping with another tree in his memory.

During the month of calamity, those giant trees of flesh and blood emerged from the ground.