22: A ray of hope appears after a dark cloud

Lin Chen was already prepared to evacuate.

The pollution from the Evil God, Green Ancestor, was terrifying; any object or living being carrying the concept of 'green' would be sensed by the Green Ancestor.

The Human Race was fragile; any Evil God could inject pollution into them.

The Human Race was also powerful; as long as they were within Human Race Territory, Evil God pollution could only be confined to individuals and could not spread to the outside environment. Any infectious pollution would be suppressed by the Human Race's fortune.

Of course, this was limited to within Human Race Territory.

Goblin Ruins was a Star Gate World. Because the Carte Race's Star Gate was not closed, Human Race's fortune did not cover it.

As a result, the Green Ancestor's pollution spread unchecked.

Any Human Race present in Goblin Ruins had already been eroded by the Green Ancestor's pollution. It was only because they were in the Camp, where a faint Human Race's fortune existed, that the pollution was greatly weakened and lay dormant.

"The Star Gate has been forcefully locked by the Carte Race! We can't leave without destroying the Carte Race's Star Gate!"

As the saying goes, troubles never come singly. The Green Ancestor's pollution was about to arrive, and the Carte Race initiated a Star Gate Duel, cutting off the retreat for everyone in the Camp.

A Star Gate Duel was a desperate struggle where one side had to destroy the other's Star Gate and kill all their members.

To initiate the Star Gate Duel, the Carte Race sent 100,000 Fourth-Tier warriors and 1,000,000 Third-Tier cannon fodder into Goblin Ruins.

The 1,000,000 Third-Tier cannon fodder were used for sacrifice, forming the Star Gate Duel arena, while the remaining 100,000 Fourth-Tier warriors directly embraced the Green Ancestor, transforming into Evil God Dependents.

The Carte Race felt that doing this was not a loss.

Because they had predicted that Lin Fan and Oriental Red Sleeve were peerless Human Race prodigies, and there was also a large group of first- and second-tier Human Race geniuses in Goblin Ruins, they felt that sacrificing 1,000,000 cannon fodder in exchange for Human Race prodigies was completely worth it.

Furthermore, the Alien Race Alliance offered corresponding rewards for killing Human Race prodigies.

If the Carte Race could truly use this method to eliminate the Human Race prodigies and a large group of geniuses, the rewards given by the Alien Race Alliance would fully cover their losses, and they could even cultivate more Royal Family prodigies.

"..."

Lin Chen looked at Lin Fan and Oriental Red Sleeve, always feeling that this was the tribulation a protagonist should experience, while he, a mere background character, was clearly just scraps on the protagonist's path to becoming a god, a bystander observing the protagonist saving the world.

"Brother Chen, don't look at me like that. I'm only Fourth-Tier; I can't even be immune to Evil God pollution. How could I possibly destroy the source of Evil God pollution, eliminate all Carte Race members, and resolve the Star Gate Duel's deadlock?"

Lin Fan quickly explained; he truly didn't have that ability.

Lin Chen then looked at Oriental Red Sleeve.

"Brother Chen, I really don't have the ability to be a savior. Do you think there's a possibility that Brother Chen, you are the Child of Fortune!"

Oriental Red Sleeve's words were instantly astonishing.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Lin Chen quickly denied it. How could he be the Child of Fortune? He was just a supporting character. He didn't want to be the Child of Fortune.

The three looked at each other, all falling silent.

The three never thought it would be incredible if one of them suddenly burst forth and resolved the difficulty; instead, they felt it was only natural.

It was as if saving the world had become an ideal for them. They believed that if they had the ability, it was only natural to step forward, stop the disaster, and save all living beings.

A formation barrier rose from the Camp, temporarily isolating external influences, but the barrier wouldn't last long.

A green tide, formed by countless Goblins and over 100,000 Carte Race members, encroached from the distant horizon towards the Camp at a speed of one kilometer per half minute.

In at most half an hour, the green tide would reach the Camp. At that time, the Green Ancestor's pollution would inevitably reach its peak, and even the faint Human Race's fortune in the Camp would become ineffective.

Fear enveloped the hearts of everyone in the Camp. There was no chaos in the Camp now, simply because everyone understood that chaos was useless. At this moment, only by uniting could they have a sliver of hope.

When Lin Chen learned that the pollution was spreading, he had already sought help in the old dengs book group chat. The request for help was very effective; many old dengs had ways to break the Star Gate Duel arena from the outside and reconnect the passage between Blue Star and Goblin Ruins.

However, it would take some time, at least an hour.

The Star Gate was a product of cosmic rules.

There were loopholes, but only beings at the Lower God level at the very least could exploit them.

There was indeed one Lower God-level existence in the Old Deng Alliance who happened to be free at this time. He had already begun to contend with the Star Gate rules and was expected to open the passage in 57 minutes.

"Teacher Zhou, contact the Camp leader and tell them that in 57 minutes, a god of our race will open a departure passage. We need to hold out for 57 minutes to survive."

Upon hearing this good news, Zhou Xingchen immediately contacted the Camp's upper echelons.

One minute later, the Camp issued an announcement.

They only needed to hold out for an hour to be rescued.

This was completely good news.

Although holding out for an hour was difficult, it was not impossible. As long as everyone worked together, there would be a chance to survive.

Even if infected by the Green Ancestor's pollution, as long as they returned to Blue Star, they would be cured, and they could even turn misfortune into a blessing, receiving a research-oriented reward.

"Brother Chen, you're the Child of Fortune, aren't you!"

"I'm not. That's not true. Don't slander me."

Lin Chen denied it three times. He was quite content being a supporting character.

However, Lin Fan and Oriental Red Sleeve didn't believe him. If Lin Chen wasn't the Child of Fortune, how could he, when in danger, summon a god?

Neither of them had a god as a backer, and the difference was immediately apparent.

"Don't think about these useless things. Let's think about how to get through this hour. Evil God pollution is not that easy to deal with."

In reality, none of the three feared Evil God pollution, but the other people in the Camp didn't have their opportunities. Facing Evil God pollution, they could only resign themselves to fate.

The classmates in the class listened to the three big shots' humblebragging, feeling no jealousy, only excitement and the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

As classmates of the three big shots, they were inherently more likely to survive than others, after all, the protection of fortune was a real buff.

"Brother Chen, let me cling to your leg!"

Zhou Heshan was very direct, clinging to Lin Chen's leg and refusing to let go.

He understood very well that all three of them were Children of Fortune, favored by Human Race's fortune. It was merely a matter of how much Human Race's fortune they enjoyed, but without exception, they were all luckier than him.

Clinging to a leg was not shameful; clinging to the wrong leg was shameful.

"Heshan, I never realized you had this side to you before. And you're clinging to the wrong person; these two beside me are the true Children of Fortune."

"Brother Chen, who told me to be close to you? I just like clinging to your leg."

Zhou Heshan's life was set.

Time did not stop for anyone. Half an hour later, the green tide arrived as scheduled.

On the city wall, Lin Chen looked at the green tide in the distance, whose specific appearance could now be clearly seen, and felt his rationality challenged.

Countless Goblins and green versions of the Carte Race intertwined, you in me, me in you, connected by green slime, sometimes separating, sometimes merging.

This sight somewhat challenged Lin Chen's psychological endurance.

Lin Chen's experience was too shallow; it was his first time seeing such a disgusting sight, causing physiological discomfort.

In reality, this was the concretization of mental pollution. The stronger a person's mental power, the stronger their resistance to it.

The Fourth-Tier combatants in the Camp had all gathered on the city wall. Relying on the city wall system to resist the green tide, combatants below Fourth-Tier would be sending themselves to their deaths if they faced the green tide directly, so they could only serve in logistics.

When the green tide approached within one kilometer of the Camp, the technological weapons on the Camp's city wall automatically locked onto targets, unleashing full firepower. Countless powerful munitions slammed into the green tide, exploding in a series of flashes.

The green tide was composed of organic matter, belonging to the flesh and wood systems. It was naturally countered by the extremely yang and rigid technological weapons. Light, heat, and impact were the bane of flesh and wood systems.

The Green Ancestor's pollution, of course, was not just this.

As long as a corpse was not completely annihilated into ash or blown into fragments, it still retained vitality and could form new individuals, and even mutate to develop a certain degree of attack resistance.

Therefore, to deal with the green tide, the only way was to completely annihilate it into ash, and only when not a single speck of green matter could be perceived within range could it be completely eliminated.

Feng City Camp currently clearly did not possess the ability to annihilate the green tide; they could only try their best to resist and hold out for half an hour without defeat.

Half an hour was not long, but on the battlefield, this time was far too long.

Lin Chen looked at the constantly approaching green tide, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The Green Ancestor's pollution arrived as expected.

Inside the Camp, many people's bodies were turning green, and some people's eyeballs turned green. Most seriously, entire individuals began to turn green and melt, forming mobile sources of pollution.

The troops remaining in the city could only try their best to restrict the mobile pollution sources, preventing them from causing more serious damage.

And people who developed obvious pollution characteristics would consciously self-isolate. Those who didn't would naturally be helped to self-isolate.

The most terrifying thing was that some people's pollution was latent and undetectable. Its characteristic was silence; the pollution would shield their perception and slowly accumulate within their bodies.

Until the pollution accumulated to an extreme point, it would instantly erupt, indiscriminately polluting living and dead matter within a hundred-meter radius. This kind of pollution was second only to directly gazing upon an Evil God.

This situation was impossible to guard against.

If even one such situation occurred among the tens of thousands of people in the entire Camp, trust between people would collapse.