Chapter 11: The Awakening of the Divine Race: Countdown Zero

January 1, 2045, midnight.

Across the globe, countless homes were brightly lit. In major Chinese cities, people cheered amidst dazzling fireworks, celebrating the arrival of the New Year.

On television, the host enthusiastically counted down: "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!" Cheers erupted, and no one knew that what they were celebrating was not the dawn of a new era, but the judgment of a ten-thousand-year destiny, and the formal zeroing of mortal civilization's darkest countdown!

At this moment, on Earth's distant companion – the Moon, within its eternal darkness, an anomaly suddenly occurred!

In the depths of the Moon's South Pole-Aitken Basin, in the Divine Race Seal Zone, that fractured platform surrounded by pitch-black stone pillars, suddenly erupted with terrifying fluctuations beyond any known form of energy!

All monitoring equipment at the lunar base was instantly overwhelmed by a tsunami of data, emitting piercing alarms.

"Report! Target area energy fluctuations have reached… reached the maximum limit detectable by humans!"

In the lunar base command center, the monitor's voice was distorted by extreme fear.

"All data lines burned out! Some instruments… autonomously disintegrated!"

Between those gigantic stone pillars, the bottomless "fissure"was no longer pure darkness.

It began to emit an eerie light that could not be directly looked at with the naked eye – rather than light, it was a solidified, twisted space itself.

The light presented an ever-changing non-Euclidean geometric form, as if countless dimensions were intertwining, shattering, and reassembling within the fissure.

"Commander! Spatial anomaly! Lunar surface gravity fluctuating violently! Base main structure… is under immense pressure!"

Immediately, a chilling scene unfolded. From the depths of the fissure, those pitch-black energy entities, dismembered, torn, and forced into "deep sleep" by mortals ten thousand years ago, began to slowly yet firmly reassemble in a manner that defied all physical laws.

They had no bones, no muscles, yet they twisted and writhed like conscious life, attracting and devouring each other.

Countless "dark humanoid" phantoms emerged at the edge of the fissure, then were instantly sucked into a more core energy vortex, continuously growing stronger.

Their "forms" repeatedly switched between vague and concrete.

Sometimes, they resembled giant deep-sea octopuses, their tentacles twisting to capture space; at other times, they were like giants composed of pure darkness, each step carrying the terrifying oppressive force of "dimensional collapse."

They made no sound, but the entire lunar surface, and even parts of Earth's biosphere through some inexplicable resonance, seemed to hear "whispers" from the primordial universe – a pure "presence" beyond language, a "divine pressure" capable of shattering mortal sanity.

"Report! Global scale! Large-scale agitation in animal populations! Migratory bird flight paths anomalous! Deep-sea creatures… are frantically rushing towards shallow waters!"

"Global geomagnetic field experiencing violent fluctuations! Unexplained energy ripples appearing in some areas!"

Ordinary people on Earth, in the climax of their New Year's celebrations, were completely unaware of this anomaly from the depths of the universe.

They only felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if the air was permeated with a "sense of unease." However, no one would connect it to the "awakening of the divine race" far away on the Moon.

In the lunar base command center, on the screens, the divine energy entities reassembled faster and faster, their forms becoming more solid. Black "tentacles of gods" stretched out from the fissure.

Wherever they passed, the lunar regolith was instantly vaporized as if by an unseen force, and even light seemed to be swallowed.

General Li Mingguo stared intently at the main screen.

There was no color in his face, but his eyes were unusually calm and resolute. He knew that at this moment, human civilization had reached the edge of a cliff.

"Guanghan Base! Immediately activate all energy countermeasure systems! Increase the power of GSC-01 suppressor to its limit!"

General Li Mingguo's hoarse voice transmitted through the encrypted channel to the lunar base.

"Yes, General!" The lunar base commander's voice trembled, but he issued the order without hesitation.

The base's external defense systems instantly activated, plasma shield generators erupting with dazzling light, forming a visible energy barrier around the base. Multiple electromagnetic railguns and high-energy laser arrays were also fully charged, their muzzles aimed in the direction of the divine awakening.

This was humanity's last barrier, and the first roar of human civilization against "gods."

On January 1, 2045, human civilization's "War of Mortals Against Gods" officially restarted in the eternal darkness of the Moon, with a terrifying posture beyond imagination! And this time, mortals would face unprecedented despair!