Chapter 64: Thick Death

Boom!

A series of consecutive massive explosions echoed through the air.

In a single instant, the entire stretch of the highway transformed into a triggered minefield. Every rear-ended vehicle became a detonated landmine, unleashing terrifying destructive power.

Flames.

Debris.

Intense heat.

Facing multiple death threats, if the China Squad had been composed of ordinary people, every single member would have already perished in the initial blasts.

Unfortunately, however, they were not ordinary people.

Raging fire surged upward.

Mou Gang took a stride forward and swept his arm outward. A stream of scorching yang-evil fire transformed into a wall of flames, enveloping the entire China Squad before expanding outward to collide with and devour the rolling inferno. The metal fragments mixed within the flames were instantly melted by the intense heat and finally vaporized, forming rising plumes of metallic gas that drifted into the high altitude.

The countless celestial treasures and rare herbs he had consumed over the past few days had not been eaten in vain, nor had his rigorous training been wasted.

Constantly stuffing his face and eating voraciously day after day, he had finally consumed enough resources equivalent to five thousand reward points. Having fully digested them, he had pushed his internal energy to the second stage while simultaneously purifying it to a remarkable degree.

According to the Main God's evaluation, Mou Gang's internal energy had already reached the level of a high-grade B-rank Qigong reinforcement.

Not to mention that he possessed the same frenzied bloodline as the Nie family, causing a fundamental transformation in the nature of his internal energy. Infused with the fiery essence of the Fire Kirin, it melted metal and iron effortlessly, proving invincible in all endeavors.

Yet!

Whether by coincidence or some twist of fate, one of the metal fragments was slightly larger than the rest. Though mostly incinerated beneath the wall of fire, a small fraction remained. Glowing red-hot, it pierced through the barrier and flew inward.

"Such dense aura of death..."

Xiao Honglü took a deep breath, his hand involuntarily tugging at the roots of his hair as strands were pulled out one by one.

Before his eyes, the thick, gray aura of death had condensed almost into clouds and mist, enveloping everyone present as if they would meet a violent end in the next second.

Crack.

Zheng Zha reached out, caught the fragment in his palm, crushed it, and then melted it into metallic vapor beneath his blood-red flames.

"Damn it!"

His temper flared up with some impatience. "This must be the work of Death. Qian Gu, he..."

"I'm fine."

Qian Gu's voice rang out.

With his dragon wings folded, Qian Gu stepped out from the flames. The fires automatically parted to clear a path for him, not a single spark landing on his body.

Protection from Energy Damage, a 3rd-circle spell.

Though it could not achieve absolute immunity, relying on his dragon might was more than enough to withstand this level of fire.

Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses. "The member of the India Squad you just killed was a cyborg. Did you take care of the reactor?"

"Completely pulverized."

Qian Gu took a deep breath, his expression showing a trace of pain.

Final Destination was truly upon them!

Nothing could be trusted—neither people, nor the environment, nor even the planet itself. Everything could become a weapon designed to kill them.

If the vehicles in the traffic accident could become bombs, then so could the reincarnators!

Not to mention that Joriff was a cyborg with a power source identical to a Terminator, complete with a built-in miniature surface-to-surface tracking missile. Once it detonated at close range, he might be able to protect himself, but he wouldn't be able to protect the others.

Therefore, it had to be pulverized.

"Where are we heading next?" Zheng Zha asked. "Are we just going to stay here and wait for the India Squad to come?"

"They will definitely find us."

Chu Xuan said indifferently, "The India Squad's mission aligns with our main mission. According to the semantic interpretation, Death's threat is indiscriminate. However..."

"Why are they targeting the plot characters?"

Zhan Lan touched her forehead. Expanding her psychic perception did not hinder her train of thought. "The India Squad members we just encountered were laser-focused. Instead of attacking us first, they prioritized killing the plot characters."

"The India Squad doesn't have any missions involving plot characters. Since the female lead possesses precognitive abilities, theoretically she is an asset that can be utilized. Yet they chose to prioritize killing her. This is truly..."

"There's a problem here!"

Even Zheng Zha, who currently had almost zero desire to use his brain, understood this much.

"What the hell!" Zhang Jie cursed angrily. "Did the Main God give the India Squad some kind of special treatment or cheat codes?!"

Hiss—

If anyone else had said such a thing, Qian Gu would have just taken it as a joke, but coming from Zhang Jie, it carried a different weight.

*Could the Main God really be playing favorites?*

The entity known as Death in *Final Destination* was not essentially a fixed deity or a specific esper, but rather derived from the Gaia consciousness—it was the world's immune response attacking discordant foreign intruders.

The danger would only escalate, never diminish.

However!

If the Main God intervened, surviving this horror film was not entirely impossible. In the original work, Zhang Jie was able to protect others using his Guide permissions, let alone the Main God itself, who was the ultimate backing.

Yet, this raised another question.

Why?

Why would the India Squad receive the Main God's protection?

Their team captain had died, and now a guide had popped out. Was the Main God suddenly playing the role of a god who loved all mankind?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Wait a minute...

"The Mortician."

Qian Gu recalled a character from this storyline.

"The Mortician?" For once, Zheng Zha's intelligence was online, likely due to watching *Final Destination* multiple times with Lori in the Main God Space. "You mean that old Black guy?"

"Mm."

Qian Gu nodded.

The mortician was a mysterious recurring character in *Final Destination* who worked as a funeral director, spoke in obscure and wondrous riddles, seemed to have prior knowledge of everything that would happen, and even pointed out the female lead's "premonitions."

"Horror movies aren't just simple plots. I think *Resident Evil* already provided us with a precedent."

Qian Gu brought up *Resident Evil: The Final Chapter* to make his point.

In fact, back in the year 2006 where Zheng Zha and the others came from, the third *Resident Evil* movie hadn't even been filmed yet, so naturally they knew nothing about the events of the sixth installment. In their eyes, the triggered plot during their previous trip to *Resident Evil* belonged to "hidden background lore" or extended content.

Of course, what Qian Gu said was also the truth.

Most horror movies in the Main God Space contained an "infinite" multidimensional internal magical modification, and the Main God always meddled in them.

Take the classic *Resident Evil*, for instance. When the reincarnators' strength exceeded the standard, the Main God would even adjust the virus's potency.

Therefore, whether the mortician—a character already shrouded in mystery in the original work—possessed another identity in the reality of this current horror movie remained unknown.

"So that's how it is."

Chu Xuan gently pushed up his glasses, learning for the first time from Zheng Zha and the others about the specific details of their previous return to *Resident Evil* to farm points. A flash of light crossed his lenses.

"I recog—"

"Hold on, let me interrupt for a moment."

Xiao Honglü's voice rang out abruptly. He frowned tightly, staring intently at everyone. "Death... is growing denser. I suggest we leave this place immediately, or something far more dangerous will happen."

Zheng Zha asked in confusion, "What else could possibly happ—"

Crack!