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Chapter 211 City Destruction Crisis (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Prism Community, Building A.

It was past ten o'clock at night, and neon lights flickered outside the window as Wang Xigang returned from the action team.

I've been so busy with work these past few days that I haven't had time to order groceries, and my refrigerator is completely empty.

He ordered takeout, something he hadn't done in a long time.

But after only a couple of bites, a deafening roar came from the distant city cluster.

Rumble…

"Huh?" Wang Xi was taken aback, then frowned.

The image of the character "福" (fortune/blessing) in his mind began to tremble violently, constantly issuing warnings.

It seemed that some danger had quietly descended.

Wang Xi immediately put down his chopsticks, got up and quickly walked to the window to look out.

Under the inky black night sky, at least several kilometers to the north, ominous firelight was tearing through the darkness.

First, several blinding incandescent lights exploded silently like flashbangs, briefly illuminating the outlines of the tall buildings standing under half the sky. Then, the shockwave, delayed for several seconds, swept in with a thunderous roar.

The loud noise was not an isolated explosion, but a dull, continuous booming sound, like a giant beating a drum.

boom……

Rumble…

The flames quickly turned from white to yellow, then to dark red, before being swallowed by the billowing smoke and lifted into the sky.

The column of smoke resembled a giant python of filth, twisting and turning.

The area of ​​the explosion was shrouded in a catastrophic scene, and Wang Xi's heart sank.

"That direction, is it towards the city center?"

Wang Xi murmured something.

My gaze drifted to the street outside the window.

Down on the main road, the screech of brakes echoed everywhere. Many hovercraft braked suddenly, and the drivers hurriedly peered out or simply opened their doors and got out, standing on the roadside looking in the direction of the explosion.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street also stopped in their tracks, either making phone calls or taking photos with their mobile phones.

Exclamations and screams mingled together.

Even in Wang Xi's Prism residential complex, many residents who were already asleep turned on their lights and looked out from their balconies...

Everyone was captivated by the terrifying sight.

"Holy crap! What happened?!"

"An explosion? Was there an accident at the factory?"

"That's the city center; there are no factories there!"

"Could this be a disaster?!"

"Quick, look at the news!"

"Damn, the official emergency announcement hasn't been released yet!"

"Mom! I'm scared!"

The child's cries, mixed with the adults' exclamations, made the situation seem even more helpless.

"Disaster..." Wang Xi's pupils contracted slightly, and he already had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the worst fears came true.

The disaster meticulously planned by the "Etching Holy Symbols Association" has truly arrived. The Overlook Bureau was still a step too late and failed to locate the "holy symbol" in time.

Beep!
At that moment, Wang Xi's phone rang several times in a row and vibrated incessantly.

He took it out of his pocket and saw that he had received urgent notices from the Overlook Bureau, Yongxie, and Cupid Housekeeping.

Almost all of them revolve around the same thing—

Disaster strikes Gucheng!

He needs to set off immediately to provide support!

Among them, the notification from the Overlooking Bureau was the most detailed, and also included brief information about the disaster:
"Source of the disaster: Mysterious Series, Plum Blossom A, 'Kirin's Child' Maze; Disaster Type: Gemini; Disaster Rating: Sudden Cataclysm (Level 65, Orange Warning)."

Level 65...

Wang Xi frowned.

As he took on the role of vice president of the Brave Association, he learned more about the dungeons and disasters, and one thing became clear: even the dungeon with the lowest number could still trigger an orange disaster capable of destroying a city if its reality distortion exceeded the threshold.

As for the Bureau of Assault's standard for disaster assessment, it is "energy level" (the energy radiated by the disaster).

Below level 10, it is "relatively stable (gray)"; 10-20 level, "regional blockade (blue)"; 20-50 level, "major change (yellow)".

Energy levels of 50-100 are classified as "sudden disaster (orange)".

Since its establishment, Gucheng has never experienced an orange-level disaster before; this is the first time!
Both the government and the public will face a life-or-death test!

"almost there."

Wang Xitong gave a unified reply, and before he could even tidy up the lunch boxes on the table, he quickly left home.

...

...

He drove his hover sports car, "Phantom White Jade," speeding along the road.

The atmosphere in Gucheng was tense under the cover of night. Traffic was slow and pedestrians were becoming increasingly scarce, presumably due to an emergency notice from the authorities to suspend all outdoor activities.

Even the traffic lights are on high alert.

Some road lights are permanently displayed in orange, with a skull and crossbones symbol in the center—these are "reserve lights" that only appear when a disaster strikes.

Common sense knowledge found in elementary school textbooks all over the world.

When the emergency lights are on, all vehicles must return as soon as possible to clear the way for officials to tackle disaster relief, transport supplies, and escort civilians.

This is also to avoid unnecessary casualties.

'Due to the orders from the Bureau of Investigation and the Yongxie, I need to head to the Dawn District…'

Wang Xi drove the car, a thoughtful expression on his face.

This orange catastrophe is of the "twin" type, meaning that two extremely powerful catastrophe cores appear simultaneously.

According to the emergency notice, one of them is in the central area and the other is in the Dawn area.

Wang Xi raised his hand and moved his fingers twice in the air.

drop.

The car's smart system connected to the phone and opened a confidential video sent by the Bureau of Investigation, which was displayed on the dashboard in the form of a holographic projection.

In the projection, a man and a woman were facing off under a tall power tower.

The man, wearing sunglasses and with his hands in his pockets, was none other than Mr. Gu Li, the "Grand Master of Gucheng." Standing opposite him was a woman in a cheongsam with a black dog's head, whose appearance was quite frightening.

Behind Mr. Gu, there were more than a dozen hovercars, and Chu Nai, Zheng Xian, Ma Yu and other members of the Overlook Bureau were dressed in combat uniforms and ready for battle.

'One of the twin disaster cores in the central area, tentatively named "Dog-Headed Bride," possesses the unique "Sugar Painting Dao" magic of the Mystic System, capable of creating physical paintings out of thin air with malt sugar, possessing widespread destructive power...'

Wang Xi recalled the information, his gaze fixed on the woman in the cheongsam on the projection, feeling that she looked quite familiar.

He then opened another video.

It was a street ruin, engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke billowing into the night sky.

Led by Mr. Wei, dozens of volunteers and over a hundred members of the defense team dressed in dark blue armor surrounded a five- or six-year-old boy in a red bib as if facing a formidable enemy.

The boy had a strange smile on his face and was holding a rattle drum in his hand.

'One of the twin disaster cores in Dawn District, tentatively named "Yellow Mud Boy," possesses the "Mud Sculpture Path" magic, easily causing the entire street's road surface to collapse, leading to a chain reaction of explosions in underground gas pipelines...'

Wang Xi's eyes narrowed.

He looked at the boy in the red bib on the projection and noticed a string of red copper coins tied around the boy's ankle.

“Five-qian duck.”

Wang Xi immediately recognized the origin of the copper coin pendant; it was the very thing he had obtained from the peddler and given to his junior brother Zhang Fuyun.

"Could the 'Yellow Mud Boy' be Junior Brother Zhang?"

He murmured in disbelief.

But soon, Wang Xi realized that this was not impossible.

Only when Zhang Fuyun, representing the "Qilin Child," personally descends in the form of a disaster core, can the terrifying orange-level catastrophe be achieved.

With his suspicions in mind, Wang Xi stepped on the gas.

The engine roared, and the hovercar streaked across the street in a white streak of light.

Not long after.

Wang Xi then drove into the Shuguang District.

The area has long been on high alert, with police officers and military personnel blocking the roads.

Along the way, reporters, drones, armored hovercraft, and large transport vehicles evacuating civilians were seen one after another heading straight for the nearest emergency shelters and bunkers.

Fortunately, the public has a basic understanding of "disasters," and the authorities have corresponding contingency plans. Schools and companies often conduct drills, so although everything seemed chaotic, it was actually well-organized.

Wang Xi's hovercar struggled through the congested traffic, the flashing police lights outside the window casting flickering shadows on his profile.

Through the windshield, he saw that three layers of roadblocks had been set up at the intersection ahead, and police officers in black protective suits were waving glow sticks to guide the traffic.

"Attention all vehicles! Proceed to the nearest shelter immediately! Repeat, this is not a drill!"

The loudspeaker was suddenly interrupted by a rapid knocking on the window.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

A police officer wearing a gas mask signaled him to roll down the car window.

"Sir, the Dawn District has been affected by a sudden disaster and is extremely dangerous. It has now been designated as a Level 1 martial law zone. Entry is strictly prohibited for any personnel who are not involved in rescue or official duties! Please turn around immediately and follow the instructions to seek shelter in the nearest shelter or bunker!"

The officer's voice sounded muffled through his mask, and he spoke rapidly, adding a touch of professional concern:

"Of course, if you have relatives or friends still stranded in the Shuguang District, please submit their personal information to the information registration office at the rear evacuation point. Our search and rescue team is working hard and will do its best to bring them out as soon as possible! Life is the priority, please cooperate! Now, turn around and leave the danger zone immediately!"

Wang Xi didn't argue; he simply calmly took out his identification. When the officer saw the word "Superior" on the card and the three bright stars on the right, he was stunned.

"I am Wang Xi, dispatched by the Overlooking Bureau and the Coordinating Committee, and I need to enter the Dawn District to assist in resisting the nuclear disaster."

Wang Xi said succinctly.

The officer immediately took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, stood ramrod straight, and saluted the young man inside the car:

"Mr. Wang Xi, our apologies! The situation in Shuguang District is extremely critical. On behalf of the Public Security Bureau and the military, and on behalf of the people of Gucheng, we thank you for stepping forward in this most dangerous time!"

His voice carried a heavy weight of entrustment: "Please be extremely careful! Make sure you... return safely!"

The officer's voice was like a pebble thrown into a lake, prompting his colleagues and guards around him to turn around and salute in unison, the clanging of guns clearly audible.

Wang Xi nodded slightly, his face showing no sign of relief, and said in a deep voice, "It's my duty."

After saying that, he said no more.

The white phantom jade emitted a low hum, smoothly bypassed the obstacles, and merged into the road without hesitation under the expectant gazes of the crowd.

But it was in the empty opposite lane.

Woohoo!

Like a bolt of lightning, the white sports car sped headlong into the area shrouded in the red glow and thick smoke of the explosion, a stark contrast to the continuous stream of cars in the adjacent lanes fleeing the dawn.

Like a lone hero going against the current.

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...

Shuguang District.

Horseshoe Street.

At this moment, the entire street has been reduced to ruins.

The cement road surface was lifted up by some enormous force and shattered into countless sharp edges, as if it had been rolled over by an earth dragon.

Shops and apartment buildings on both sides collapsed completely, and burning flames coiled like giant pythons between the steel frames, with thick black smoke billowing and obscuring half the sky.

Those once dazzling holographic projection screens are now black, some lying on the ground, scattering blinding sparks.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.

"Defense Force No. 4, charge into battle with me!"

A roar exploded from the ruins.

The No. 4 defense captain, Jiang Tianhao, stood at the forefront of the team, dressed in a black protective suit and holding a square-headed mechanical hammer with sparks flying from it.

Behind him, dozens of defense team members followed closely, armed with various weapons. Some carried flamethrowers, some set up laser rifles, and others deployed energy shields, forming an ironclad defensive line.

Their enemies were a group of mud monsters that emerged from cracks in the ground.

These monsters come in various forms; some are like ferocious beasts, crawling on all fours with menacing fangs; others are twisted into human shapes, covered in mud, leaving corrosive footprints on the ground with every step.

These mud monsters are very difficult to kill.

Even if it is pierced by bullets or burned by flames, it will quickly regenerate, putting great psychological pressure on the defense team members.

boom! !

Jiang Tianhao swung his mechanical hammer, and arcs of electricity shot out like lightning, smashing a charging mud lion to pieces. Mud splattered everywhere, but in the blink of an eye, it crawled on the ground and reformed.

"Damn it! These things are impossible to kill!"

One of the team members shouted through gritted teeth.

"Keep attacking! Don't let them break through the defenses!"

Jiang Tianhao roared and slammed his hammer heavily into the ground, unleashing a shockwave of electric arc that temporarily repelled the surging mud monsters.

Meanwhile, on the side of Defense Team No. 1, Captain Ning Meng also joined the battle.

She wore an orange and white striped combat suit, her short hair danced in the night wind, and her eyes were sharp.

She made a hand seal with one hand, chanted incantations, and then waved her hand—

Boom! !

A massive bronze cauldron, over five meters long, wide, and tall, appeared out of thin air, its body engraved with taotie patterns, ancient and majestic.

Ning Meng's deck belongs to the mysterious system, which follows the "Tao of Cooking" lineage and is related to the legendary Kitchen God.

She is particularly skilled in the art of "moving," able to take objects from a distance and turn everything into firewood.

"Burn!" Ning Meng shouted coldly.

Suddenly, a roaring fire blazed up beneath the cauldron.

With a wave of her hand and a flick of her slender fingers, she summoned a dozen strange-looking yellow mud monsters from afar, which flew to the base of the bronze cauldron and turned into fuel.

The flames grew ever stronger, and the intense heat even distorted the surrounding air.

Ning Meng's gaze sharpened, locking onto the high point of the ruins—

There, a boy in a red bib, about six or seven years old, was squatting. His chubby bare feet were on the broken steel bars, and he was looking at the tragic scene below with a grin.

“Fun! Fun!”

The boy clapped his hands, overjoyed.

"Go!" Ning Meng pushed with one hand, and the "wok hei" rising from the cauldron transformed into a hazy mist dragon. At the same time, she grabbed with her other hand in mid-air and actually "lifted" half of the collapsed building debris, smashing it towards the boy like a meteorite.

Several tons of reinforced concrete roared in!

However, the boy just chuckled.

He squatted down, grabbed a handful of yellow clay from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he molded it into a crooked, large turtle.

"Prince Baxia, quickly help me!"

The boy said in a childish voice, tossing it casually.

call--

The mud turtle grew taller as it faced the wind, instantly transforming into a thick mud wall resembling a turtle shell, which actually managed to block the bombardment of the building's wreckage.

Boom! !
"Hehe, again!"

The boy grabbed another handful of mud and threw it into the air.

"Prince Bi'an, it's time to absorb the dragon's aura!"

A giant mud monster resembling a tiger rose from the ground, opened its blood-red maw, and sucked all of Ning Meng's "wok hei" mist dragon into its belly.

This scene immediately made Ning Meng frown.

She had never encountered such a formidable enemy.

“Fake Kui.” The boy in the red bib knelt on the ground, digging in the dirt with both hands, scattering mud like a fairy scattering flowers.

Moo——

The churning mud transformed into dozens of yellow mud buffalo, their hooves thundering as they charged wildly toward the defense force.

"careful!"

Ning Meng's expression changed, and she hurriedly manipulated the bronze cauldron to block in front of her. However, several team members were still unable to dodge in time and were knocked away by the wild bull, spitting out blood. Their fate was unknown.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
Suddenly, a powerful gong sound came from afar. Everyone turned around and saw Wei Xuan, the president of the Brave Association, walking through the air.

His original black robe was gone, replaced by a majestic theatrical costume—a long white beard flowing, four scarlet flags stuck behind him, and a gleaming Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand.

"I've arrived!"

Wei Xuan let out a long shout, and then sang in a powerful operatic voice: "With unwavering loyalty to protect our country, what fear is there of demons wreaking havoc on our land? With a flash of the blade, evil spirits vanquish, and righteous energy quells disaster!"

The lyrics were powerful and resounding, each word like thunder.

He swung his Guan Dao (a type of halberd) down suddenly!

Swah——

A crescent-shaped blade of energy swept out, cleaving the herd of yellow mud buffalo in two, splattering mud everywhere, never to be put back together.

"Teacher, let me help you!"

Li Xingduan also arrived at the battlefield shortly afterward.

He flashed, transforming into a male opera singer in green robes, his flowing sleeves billowing. He began to sing:
"Even actors have a patriotic ambition, stepping onto the stage to slay demons and evil spirits—their clothes stained with blood, yet they have no regrets, protecting our land and the safety of our people!"

After he finished singing, he darted out like a ghost and thrust his sword straight into the throat of the boy in the red bellyband!

The sword drew near, but the boy neither dodged nor flinched, only grinned. A "福" (good fortune) character appeared on his undergarment, then suddenly turned upside down—

"Good fortune!" the boy chuckled.

Li Xingduan's sword suddenly veered off course and inexplicably missed its mark!

It was as if an invisible and intangible force deflected his attack.

"What?!" Li Xingduan's pupils shrank. Before he could react, the boy had already picked up the rattle toy and started shaking it gently.

Knock knock, knock knock knock knock.

The dense drumbeats sounded like countless warhammers falling. Li Xingduan, who was in mid-air, turned pale as if struck by lightning, and his chest and limbs were instantly deformed.

Crackling!

"Pfft—" Li Xingduan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Chairman Wei Xuan was shocked: "Xingduan?!"

The boy in the red bib laughed even harder, patting his bib with his little hand: "May you have abundance every year!"

Wow!

The mud on the ground churned and transformed in the blink of an eye into an enormous yellow mud carp, a hundred meters long!

It tumbled and wandered through the ruins, then suddenly darted out of the street and into the neighboring neighborhood.

Wherever it passed, buildings collapsed and people screamed in agony.

Despair spread like a tide.

Wei Xuan, Ning Meng, Jiang Tianhao, and the others' expressions changed drastically, their eyes widening with rage.

"No!!"

(End of this chapter)