I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Manhattan's Seventh Avenue used to be bustling with traffic, but now it seemed to have lost all its vitality.

The midday sun tried in vain to penetrate the thick clouds, coating the streets with a sickly yellow.

In the past, convenience store owners always greeted passers-by warmly, or were wary of black guys who might want to buy things for free at any time. They often had a shotgun on the counter, and they were very tough and strong.

But now he was slumped in a folding chair, his pale fingers gripping the edge of the counter tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He was coughing violently, and every breath made a rough sound like a broken bellows. Not too bright red blood dripped down his chin, forming an ugly stain on his chest.

But he no longer cares!
Because he was dying, but better than what was reported was that he survived three days and lived for more than a week.

He had clearly moved all the daily necessities in his store to the basement when the incident first happened, intending to stay there until things became clear.

However, it should be that someone coughed when passing by his vent, and that was the noise he heard.

Unexpectedly, just a cough caused him, who was hiding in the basement, to be infected with the plague.

The murderous wind blew coldly, carrying with it the pungent smell of rotten flesh. He was now stinking.

Pedestrians who were out looking for daily necessities walked in panic and staggered, as if they were driven by an invisible threat because they were facing death at any time.

A young girl suddenly lost her balance in the middle of the road, her slender body shaking violently, her once golden hair now flying wildly like dry grass being pulled by the wind.

She tore at her collar frantically with her hands, veins bulged on her neck, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead, leaving dirty marks on her grimy cheeks.

Under her clothes, her body had begun to fester. She had been infected for seven or eight days, and her condition began to worsen today.

She felt like she couldn't hold on any longer because there were no doctors, no medicine, and most importantly, no one knew what kind of virus it was.

So, New York was just blocked off, no one was allowed in or out.

During this period of time, the entire New York has become a real hell on earth.

Just then, a strange scene happened.

From the girl's cracked lips and orifices, wisps of almost transparent black air slowly escaped.

The black air twisted and entangled in the air as if it had life, gradually gathering into a thick column of air extending into the sky.

Wherever the black gas passed, the air seemed to be boiling, rippling layer by layer, and it was like an invisible black cloth, swallowing up the surrounding light.

Shrouded in black air, the street lamps emitted a faint, flickering light, as if they would go out at any time.

In the distance, the same black gas was emanating from more people infected with the plague like a poisonous snake, interweaving with each other, and finally weaving into a huge and gloomy black net above the city, completely enveloping New York City.

Covered by this black net, the entire city seemed to be dragged into an endless abyss.

There are no more homeless people on the streets. Those who should die have already died, and those who should not die have also died long ago.

Perhaps only small animals with stronger vitality are still alive.

For example, the rats in the sewers and the occasional stray cats passing by, they would sometimes rush out from the dark alleys, making shrill cries, and then disappear into the invisible black air.

The air is filled with despair and fear, it's suffocating. Yes, the city is filled with despair.

And despair is the abyss’ favorite gift!
Especially human despair!

In the confidential communication channel, Coulson's voice was urgent. He quickly reported the intelligence he obtained from Chen Yaozu directly across levels.

Because this information is so shocking. If it is true, then it is not just Amelica who will be in trouble, but Amelica will definitely be the first to bear the brunt.

Of course, he didn't want to see this happen. Even Megan, who had been planning to deal with it perfunctorily, couldn't help but get nervous, and even found an opportunity to secretly send a message.

At the same time, far away in a dark corner of New York, Eric, a dark wizard who has lost all humanity, is methodically building an altar of the abyss with the bones of creatures he has obtained.

Of course, the largest proportion of these creatures should be human, but there are also bones of dogs, cats and crows.

In the diffuse black fog, Ari's skinny fingers danced flexibly and he muttered something. On the strange bones of the altar, runes written with a mixture of blood and some minerals were looming in the darkness, like poisonous snakes entwined around them.

The plague he brought to the city of New York.

At first, with the plague mosquito as the medium, the infected people became ill instantly, and the symptoms were so terrible that every body of the dead was a red shell as if the skin had been peeled off.

As time goes by, the disease cycle extends from three days to six or seven days, or even more than ten days.

Corpses were lying all over the streets of New York. The morgue in this blocked city had long ceased to function. Not to mention the body transporters, even ambulances did not take to the streets.

Now?

What people are more concerned about now is how to survive in this city that has been turned into a desperate situation by customs?

This is the thought among those who have not been infected yet.

Of course, there are also many people who stock up on things when they see the situation is not good.

Everything was bad, everything seemed hopeless.

But even so, in the atmosphere of despair, the survivors gradually began to adapt to this evil force that seemed to come from the abyss.

Especially this inexplicable plague.

The human body is truly a masterpiece of the universe.

Faced with the invasion of the plague, the immune system responds quickly, and white blood cells rush to the battlefield like brave warriors to fight a desperate battle with the virus.

Although many people ultimately failed to defeat the disease, some people relied on their tenacious vitality to struggle to survive on the brink of life and death.

The ritual of the dark wizard Ari continues. The light on the altar becomes brighter and brighter, while the invisible haze over New York City becomes thicker and thicker.

at last……

A "buzz" sound spread across the entire North American land in the void. No one could hear the sound, but it seemed that all living things in the world could feel it.

Great sound!

Although these human creatures didn't know what was happening, they still felt something.

It's like when it's about to rain heavily, ants will have a premonition, and this premonition will make them push up the soil at the entrance of their ant nest in advance to prevent rain water from soaking into their ant nest.

If it is a rainstorm with heavy rainfall, the ants will move to higher places in advance.

Just like when an earthquake is about to come, domestic animals and birds and beasts in the mountains will sense it in advance.

This is the self-rescue program of human creatures being triggered in response to the impending disaster.

It is the same now, but it should be more serious than the earthquake.

Because in New York, a space crack appeared above the altar created by the dark wizard, like a door being torn open, and a giant hand with fingers taller than a human stretched out... (End of this chapter)