Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 67 The Eve of the Battle
"You are all good sacrifices. If we use all of them, we might be able to summon a demon with near-legendary strength." Wen Lie's eyes burned, and he didn't forget to calm everyone down. "Don't worry, as long as we kill the demon before it leaves, we can preserve your souls and bring them back to the Lord God's space for the Lord God to repair them."

Xiao Honglu said with a forced smile, "Hahahaha, you've really thought it through."

"As you should, just rest assured."

Wen Lie was calm and composed.

The sacrifice only needs to lie down and wait to die, but the summoner has more things to consider.

Xiao Honglu grabbed a few strands of hair and turned to look at Zhang Jie.

"He's really crazy, Zhang Jie, what do you say?"

Zhang Jie raised his hand, the window opened, and an invisible force wrapped around Wen Lie's body and threw him out.

"You are free to move and don't come back."

Wen Lie landed on the sidewalk, startling passersby. Hearing the voice in his head, he smacked his lips in displeasure and said to Zhang Jie, "Don't let me see them before I fail, otherwise it will be difficult for me to control myself."

After a moment, Zhang Jie's voice rang out: "...I'll give you three days, is that enough?"

"That's enough."

Time is not generally plentiful.

Wen Lie came to a nearby cafe and ordered a cheesecake and a cup of milk tea. He spent more than half an hour leisurely enjoying a breakfast before slowly going to carry out his plan.

In the next few days, there was no conflict between Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha. Wen Lie's face was quite effective.

During this period, Zheng Zha lived a relatively peaceful life, and the only thing that disturbed him was the god of death.

On the first and second days, the Grim Reaper's design had little effect on Zheng Zha, and Zheng Zha even had enough energy to protect the newcomer.

On the third day, the designs of the god of death began to become unscrupulous, tall buildings collapsed, thunder struck from the blue sky, and planes went out of control.

As a last resort, Zheng Zha gave the noise machine to Wang Xia and asked Wang Xia to take the other newcomers to separate from him and face the attack of the god of death separately.

In the large conference room of New York City Hall, heavyweight officials gathered together, and Wen Lie, dressed solemnly, sat in the second seat.

Several priests and nuns stood behind Wen Lie's seat with solemn expressions.

Officials at City Hall exchanged glances, their gazes mainly focused on the image projected on the screen.

The screen flickered with light, projecting video clips.

Someone was walking on the side of the road and kicked over an oncoming bus. The fallen bus lay across the road, causing a chain reaction accident.

Someone walked out of the fire scene. In the blazing sea of ​​fire, figures were wailing and struggling to survive.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning exploded in the clear sky and struck someone on the head. The person swayed and the lightning only struck his shoulder, then fled the scene at several times the speed of sound.

Ten minutes after someone walked into a building, the twenty-story building suddenly collapsed, and in the end only someone walked out of the ruins of the building.

A Boeing plane inexplicably lost control, glided towards the city ground, and crashed into a hourly hotel. There was a violent explosion, and a few minutes later, someone who originally lived in the hourly hotel appeared at the edge of the crash site.

The person who looked like a disaster star was Zheng Zha, and the video projected on the screen was the surveillance video of Zheng Zha taken in this key area in the past few days.

"God bless."

The officials were sweating profusely and making the sign of the cross on their bodies.

Wen Lie held the cross and sighed, "That demon is becoming more and more unscrupulous."

The priest behind him echoed, "Yes, before, he was only harvesting souls on a small scale. Ever since he avoided the divine punishment inflicted by the bishop, the disaster he caused has become even greater." "This can no longer be described as a coincidence," the mayor pulled out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his raised arm was shaking. "Is the devil on earth?"

Where there are demons, there is hell, and there is also heaven. I wonder if the church in this era still has indulgences that can be purchased, and whether heaven recognizes indulgences.

"Your Excellency, if there is anything I can do for you, please tell me. For the sake of the most merciful God and the Lamb of God, I am honored to give all my money."

An elderly congressman stood up and bowed to Wen Lie. It was the first time that the old man, who had lived for most of his life, was so respectful to others.

"Yes, I am also willing to contribute all my wealth to the great cause of expelling demons."

The elderly councillor took the lead, and the others stood up to show their loyalty.

"What's the use of money for me? No matter in heaven or hell, human currency will not be circulated."

Wen Lie shook his head and pointed out the reason why these people were so generous.

The officials were inevitably embarrassed, and Wen Lie was too lazy to argue with them. He used his own tricks to bluff the officials, and then he began to put forward his own demands.

"Tomorrow at 12 noon, I will go to execute that vampire. You and the local church must cooperate with me to create a battlefield that is favorable to me...Immanuel."

"Immanuel!"

Everyone in the room stood up solemnly and prayed that God would be with them.

Around eleven o'clock the next morning, a car sped towards the northern Bronx. Zheng Zha sat in the back seat, his face filled with both anticipation and worry.

"On the third day, there were lightning strikes, building collapses, and plane crashes. I wonder what else the Grim Reaper can do today."

The younger brother he subdued told him that he met Wen Lie, Zhang Jie and others in the northern Bronx.

If he had heard this news before, he would have been very happy, but the Grim Reaper was becoming more and more ferocious, and he was not sure whether he should capture Zhang Jie and the others now.

"Why are there so many fire trucks today?"

The younger brother who was driving muttered to himself in surprise.

Zheng Zha looked out the car window at the road outside and saw two red fire trucks driving on the road ahead, one in front and one behind.

Zheng Zha's brain sounded the alarm and asked his younger brother who was driving, "Are there many fire trucks today?"

The younger brother replied, "I've seen three so far."

Zheng Zha frowned and thought hard.

In a world where death has come, anything can be seen as a sign of death's arrival.

So, what danger does a fire truck represent?
Fire? Car accident?
It’s not that simple, right?

Zheng Zha rubbed his temples.

Still not very smart. If I were Wen Lie...

In a trance, this thought sank into Zheng Zha's mind.

"If I were Wen Lie... the best conductor of ripple qigong is water... Zheng Zha is in the open, I'm in the dark. He can control the thugs to find us, but we can't hide it from him. But in a head-on battle, I won't be his opponent. I restrain him, and he knows I restrain him. He will play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, using his internal energy to fight. I will create an environment that is favorable to me and spread rumors to lure him over..."

Zheng Zha muttered to himself, and after he finished speaking, he suddenly came to his senses and his eyes became alert in an instant.

The Bronx is a trap!

(End of this chapter)