Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 549 Summoning Order

Jiangcheng.

Xiyuan Villa District.

Located in the heart of the inner city, the West Garden villa district was where, a year ago, a villa would start at over 100 million Singapore dollars.

With housing prices plummeting, it would be quite good if someone were willing to take over and sell it for 20 or 30 million.

Villa No. 193.

This is a two-story villa with a total area of ​​over 500 square meters.

Before dawn, Zhang Dongguang got up early, washed up quickly, and went downstairs to the living room to make tea.

While making tea, I casually turned on the TV.

With sound, the empty villa was finally not so desolate.

His wife has been dead for twenty years, and his children are not around. Zhang Dongguang has become accustomed to this free yet lonely life.

The morning TV programs were almost all news. I picked a news channel and watched it for two or three hours until I felt it was time to eat breakfast, at which point I simply cooked some noodles.

After dinner, we continued watching TV.

It was one o'clock, lunchtime, but he didn't feel hungry.

"Ding dong ding dong"

The doorbell rang, and Zhang Dongguang got up and opened the door.

A gaunt old man with a sallow complexion and looking unwell walked in, carrying some transparent takeout boxes.

"Close the door behind you."

We've been friends for decades, so there's no need for formalities.

Next door, Old Li, who lives alone, brought some cooked food and side dishes as usual. The two of them didn't go to the dining room but planned to eat at the table in the living room.

"Want something white?"

As Zhang Dongguang spoke, he brought out bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"Of course, how can we eat without wine?" Old Li said.

Without wasting any words, Zhang Dongguang took out a bottle of fine wine from the wine cabinet.

The two watched TV while eating and drinking.

As people get older, their appetites decline, and they barely ate any food, but the wine was almost gone.

"What a bastard."

Before long, the hot-tempered Old Li couldn't help but curse.

There hasn't been any good news these days.

The portals were constantly being closed, and countless people died or were injured during the transfer; the television stations didn't even dare to release the footage.

On television news, the number of contestants dying was constantly increasing, and it was a very unpleasant feeling to see one colorful avatar after another turn gray.

The death toll among the participants has now reached 317, and the number of those who have withdrawn has exceeded 100.

In China, seventeen people have already chosen to withdraw.

"If you're afraid of dying, don't participate; you'll just waste your spot."

Zhang Dongguang also cursed angrily.

I hate that iron cannot become steel!

If giving up is due to injury, that's one thing, but some people choose to give up because of fear.

If you fear death, why participate in the Kingship Plan?

Many people want a spot but have no chance, and even powerful individuals are willing to spend billions to buy a spot, but they still have no way to get it.

Such a precious spot, yet some people are choosing to give it up.

If it had been abandoned before, that would have been one thing, since back then, abandoning the country could be replaced by someone else. But now that the plan to become king has begun, abandoning it means being eliminated.

"But this time, the superhuman has gone crazy enough."

Zhang Dongguang sighed.

"How can you not drive people crazy when they gather at someone's ancestral graveyard?"

Zhang Dongguang picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's a pity I'm old, otherwise I could still kill a few more superhumans."

Zhang Dongguang's eyes were somewhat melancholy. As the former guardian of Jiangcheng and a powerful Martial King, he was now 140 years old. His physical functions had deteriorated, and coupled with the effects of past injuries, he could only live each day in a daze.

"You've had your glorious moments, what's there to lament? You've worked hard for most of your life, it's time to enjoy your retirement."

Old Li offered a word of comfort.

He wasn't a martial artist, so he didn't share Zhang Dongguang's sentiments.

"Hey."

Zhang Dongguang shook his head and sighed, feeling that life was meaningless and without purpose.

A king can live for at least 150 years. He is 140 years old this year and has about ten more years to live. But a life without direction is too boring.

"Where have Lin Feng and the others gone? Why haven't we heard a single word from them?"

Seeing that his old friend seemed a bit down, Old Li asked.

He was deliberately changing the subject.

This topic is also one of the most discussed topics in the news recently. "I don't know, but they're definitely up to something."

The change of topic worked well, and Zhang Dongguang became more interested.

In the Avengers: Lin Feng, Yun Kai, Dong Yunan, Yun Tianqi, and Ye Qiu are all from Jiangcheng.

In other base cities, it might not be so exaggerated, but in Jiangcheng, Lin Feng's team has always been a topic of daily conversation and a subject of intense media coverage.

It is the pride of hundreds of millions of people in Wuhan.

Their actions have always been on the minds of the people of Jiangcheng. Now that there is no news, it is inevitable that people will speculate and worry.

"These kids are too daring. Entering the Land of Fallen Gods is already fraught with difficulties, and they actually want to defecate inside the temple. I wonder what they'll do in the end."

Old Li said with some worry.

Taking a dump inside the temple sounds incredibly satisfying and cathartic, but it would undoubtedly drive the aliens crazy.

The large-scale mobilization of powerful superhumans is more or less related to the Avengers.

"Yes, they're incredibly bold, but I still believe they can do it. Lin Feng isn't an impulsive person."

Zhang Dongguang said.

Lin Feng's rise to prominence has always been a topic of great interest to the people of Jiangcheng; it cannot be described simply as a miracle.

Since he dared to say such a thing, he must have some confidence.

The two spent more than two hours eating lunch. Old Li was just an ordinary person, and he was feeling drowsy after the meal. If it weren't for wanting to spend more time with his old friend, he probably would have gone back to sleep long ago.

"I'm going back."

Old Li couldn't hold on any longer, so he got up and prepared to go home for a nap.

"I'll give it to you."

Zhang Dongguang was about to see his old friend off when his phone suddenly pinged, indicating he had received a message. After glancing at it, Zhang Dongguang's body trembled violently, and he became excited.

"Old Zhang, why are you so happy? Is your grandson coming?"

Old Li asked with some doubt.

Old Zhang's favorite child is his only grandson, his precious darling. He's only ever this happy when his grandson comes to visit.

"No."

Zhang Dongguang shook his head, handed the phone to Old Li, and said with a smile, "I thought I was just waiting to die, but I didn't expect to have one more moment of glory before I die."

Old Li stared at his phone, his expression shifting. He remained silent for a while, wanting to speak but unsure what to say.

The message came from the military.

It is a summons.

Shouldn't you be happy for me?

Upon seeing Old Li's grim expression, Zhang Dongguang asked him this question.

Old Li hesitated for a moment, then finally gave a helpless bitter smile: "I don't know whether I should congratulate you or not, but if it were me, I would definitely go too."

The military is recruiting volunteers nationwide. The primary requirement for these volunteers is that they possess the strength of a king, and secondly, they must be over 100 years old, have physical defects, or suffer from hidden injuries.

The military will protect the volunteers as they enter the Land of Fallen Gods.

The purpose of entering the Land of Fallen Gods is simple: to ensure the smooth progress of the King's Plan and to deter the Otherworldly Kings and even Emperors.

The Land of Fallen Gods is a place that even kings and emperors can enter.

Zhang Dongguang is old and his physical functions are declining. His strength is less than one-fifth of what it was at his peak, but no matter how old he is, he is still a Martial King.

A hidden world opened up within his body.

Like the soul, the grotto-heaven can be detonated.

Although the Land of Fallen Gods does not suppress the strength of those who enter, the space itself is unstable.

If a powerful being appears, they can use self-destruction to trade one for one.

The message was very clear, without any concealment. What to do and what the outcome would be were both stated bluntly, even to the point of being somewhat cruel.

There was no concealment, nor any coercion.

Whether you go or not is entirely up to you.

"That's it, we're sure to see a lot of old friends this time."

Since retiring, Zhang Dongguang has never felt so excited; his once frail body seems to have regained some vitality.

"Don't worry, we're here as a deterrent bomb; we won't fight easily."

Seeing his old friend's worry, Zhang Dongguang patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If we could drag a superhuman king down to hell, that would be awesome."

Zhang Dongguang knew that this time, he would most likely not return.

But what if that happens?

He's had enough of living.

Sometimes living too long is not a good thing.

What an honor it would be to be able to take a powerful, otherworldly being with you before you die!

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

Old Li said, and for some reason, there was a hint of envy in his tone this time.

(End of this chapter)