Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 341 Offering Music and Ritual to Chaos

"What's going on?!" Zhang Xue looked at the scene before her, which had gone from being completely blood-red to a chaotic mess in the blink of an eye, and felt that the situation was a bit exaggerated.

Why are there so many overlapping worlds all at once, and why are they all gathered in Jiangwen Street?

Damn it, how did her jurisdiction become like this?

This has nothing to do with her usual laziness! She knows she was wrong!
However, she also realized that this was not a bad thing. At least with the overlap of multiple worlds, a large number of inhabitants from other worlds appeared at the same time. At this time when the local processing bureau was most lacking in manpower and combat power, these inhabitants from other worlds who entered the scene with the overlap were excellent support.

Zhang Xue helped her subordinate up and, after confirming that he was unharmed, said, "There has been an abnormal overlap of multiple worlds. First, assess the casualties from the last attack, and take this opportunity to evacuate the wounded. The rest of you who are still capable of fighting, follow me!"

We must seize the opportunity to destroy that fleshy behemoth, no matter what.

Anyway, she'll most likely be forced to resign after this incident. Considering her retirement is approaching, she doesn't need to hold back the power she's accumulated using the fantasy factor; she might as well go all out.

Even the ancestor was puzzled by the changes brought about by the aurora.

But they quickly guessed that this might be a solution from Dadu.

Using other worlds? That's a good idea, but it's clear that creating such a large-scale overlap in an instant is very difficult and doesn't last long, only a few minutes.

In just a few minutes, these residents who randomly wandered in along with the overlapping layers posed no threat to it, except for briefly blocking its bait.

Furthermore, if it accelerates its troop production once more, harvests the surrounding life force, and performs another wave of replacement, it can split and generate even more.

Without hesitation, the ancestor took action. The flesh and blood behemoth's body writhed at an increased frequency, followed by a burst of spray. A large number of mutated flesh and blood humans followed this action, as if a large number of air force personnel had parachuted onto the battlefield.

Zhang Xue led her men in a fierce battle, but when she saw that this group of flesh and blood was being consciously mobilized, her eyes narrowed.

Very cautious. After the overlap of multiple worlds occurred, the mastermind immediately began to actively mobilize these flesh-and-blood people who were normally scattered.

Although the flesh-and-blood beings themselves do not have high combat skills, they are numerous. With a little micro-management, they can form a group and launch an attack. As the alien inhabitants who slip through the overlapping flesh-and-blood army are overwhelmed, they are nothing more than a pile of loose sand and are easily scattered!

As expected, this was still not enough.

Bang!
A chubby, blurry humanoid figure suddenly landed among the flesh-and-blood people.

boom!
Immediately afterwards, a violent explosion occurred, accompanied by flying fragments of corpses and the spread of venom. The venom further corroded the flesh and blood of the man, and after the flesh and blood had been corroded to a certain extent, the body quickly began to swell abnormally before being detonated, and the bomb spread further.

Coincidentally, multiple corpse bombs were airdropped directly into the bloody crowd, triggering a chain reaction of explosions and clearing a space in no time.

The bureau members looked up at the sky and saw strange airships with a texture resembling human skin, hovering in the air like missiles ready for battle.

Those were the bombs they dropped.

Not only bombs, but also multiple people dressed in black uniforms with gold trim and wearing masks that covered their entire heads jumped off the human-skin airship.

Their abilities are completely overwhelming compared to those of flesh and blood humans; in terms of skill alone, they would be elites even in law enforcement. Some are extremely fast, while others possess immense strength.

Top-tier combat skills are far superior to those of mindless flesh and blood.

Most importantly, flesh-and-blood humans are inexplicably slow to react to these things.

These flesh-and-blood beings are extremely sensitive to human vitality, which is often the problem for them. As long as it is a human combat operation, they will quickly detect any action taken by humans.

But when faced with this surprise attack force, all the flesh-and-blood people seemed to be dumbfounded.

"How could this be? Where did this army come from?" Some members of the processing bureau noticed the unusual nature of this unit.

“Dead silence…there’s no life force at all…” a member who had some understanding of the relationship between life force and death said, his face pale.

"What did you say?"

"This entire unit is made up of dead men!"

At this moment, aboard an airship in the sky, the Undying King Aldrich stood quietly at the front, silently observing the world without offering any comment. His gaze occasionally drifted towards the flesh-and-blood behemoth, lost in thought. "Mr. King, I'm going down to take a look," Jiang Si said as he approached.

"On your own."

Jiang Si had grown accustomed to the Undying King's demeanor over the past few days, noting that he was extremely sparing with words, except when he occasionally "taught" someone.

Sitting at that throne or workstation on ordinary days, she looked no different from the corporate slaves she remembered.

A strange feeling that's somewhere between interesting and boring—that's probably what makes the title of "Immortal King" so valuable.

After receiving the message, Jiang Si jumped directly off the airship.

She hadn't been moving around much for a while, she thought, stretching her limbs, spreading her fingers, and then clenching them tightly.

Whoosh whoosh!
The countless threads exploded, resembling a crimson rain of blood; anyone who touched them would die instantly.

In the main overlapping area of ​​the water world, a localized downpour occurred. A tall figure, as imposing as an iron tower, slowly walked by. His old black military uniform was soaked by the rain, and the red indicator light on his face scrutinized this world that he had often heard of but had never been to.

Unfortunately, if this is all the place we can see, the young master probably won't be very interested.

Flesh-and-blood beings, inhabitants of the water world, inhabitants of the mist, and violent inhabitants gathered in this area, which was also the most chaotic part. They noticed this tall and conspicuous figure and launched an attack without hesitation.

Whoosh!
The fastest runner was a violent resident, whose violent index was visibly high. Driven by his physical strength, he was like a ferocious beast even as he panted.

But just as he picked up the big knife and chopped at the radish's face...

The radish had already passed him by.

boom!
His proud, tough body, forged from violent, blood-red genes, was crushed by bare hands. Radish continued forward without pause, a pistol in one hand and a lance in the other, crossed in front of him, before slowly unfurling them to part the rain. This was only the beginning of the carnage.

……

Doris listened to all the noise happening around her.

It's so confusing.

Is this the good thing that Mr. Music was talking about?
She didn't like noise; it was considered improper. The nun was used to keeping her away from commotion and constantly taught her how to calm things down as quickly as possible when she was in the midst of it.

"You should only have peace by your side," the nun once said.

But Doris doesn't think that way now.

Or rather, she never thought of it that way.

From the very beginning, I've always loved excitement and noise.

This atmosphere is far more exciting than someone playing the violin alone with incense burning and no one listening.

A smile appeared on Doris's lips, and then she pressed the button in her hand.

Aiming, locking on, the poison missile was launched. The miniature missile traced a faint trajectory as it hurtled towards the flesh-and-blood behemoth at a measured pace.

Doris opened the back of the violin case and took out the rapier.

She raised her hand and made a grasping motion; this time, without Zheng Fan's help, she sketched a black violin that was visible to the naked eye. The Seed of Light unknowingly produced its second fruit.

Her seed is still growing and sprouting, standing alone in the mud where black and white blend together.

Inspiration bursts forth; fingers press the strings, the rapier acts as a bow, and the melody soars, seemingly becoming the background music for this grand scene.

(End of this chapter)