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"Ahem, I have some news to share." A voice suddenly broke the tense silence.

In an inconspicuous corner of the long table, a brown-haired man wore a friendly smile:

"His Excellency Alex understands our predicament and is willing to make some concessions to ease relations with the various organizations."

Since I'm currently on hiatus from work in China, we can go together to handle a few matters in Europe. We can publicly say it's a period of exile and sidelinement, which will save face for both of us.

Everyone looked surprised, seemingly not expecting that Frank Underwood, nicknamed "The Hammer" and known for his strong-willed style, would suddenly take on the responsibility and accept the hot potato.

But since someone was willing to take the blame, they naturally didn't hold back their praise and applauded, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

The host was overjoyed and nodded approvingly, "Let's do it this way, everyone, let's get started!"

"Mr. Frank, the Federation will not forget your sacrifice..."

“You can think of it as a short trip, and I’m sure you’ll be back in New York soon with a whole new look…”

Amidst the barrage of insincere praise and flattery, only a certain old chain smoker silently shrugged, his eyes lowered in thought.

Chapter 388 Enter

The uniquely shaped aircraft swept across the sky, its enormous roar as it broke the sound barrier resounding through the heavens and shaking the surrounding air.

The silver-black fuselage gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the stars. The light and heat from the combustion of complex chemical fuels transformed into a burst of orange-red tail flames, leaving a bright trail behind it, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness in the distance.

"I never knew our chamber of commerce had a magical version of a private jet before. The ride must have been great. Why isn't it being promoted?" Zhu Mingyao looked around at the furnishings and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Apart from a few seats, all other facilities in the cabin had been completely removed, and the large space was used to depict scenes of ghosts and gods performing magic in fine gold and stone pigments.

These ghosts and spirits were all similar in appearance, each with a leopard's head, bulging eyes, a square mouth, fangs, and wildly dancing, unclothed and bare-chested, wearing wide indigo robes. They seemed like living, breathing creatures, leaping endlessly among the shimmering, illusory lights.

These beings, neither human nor inhuman, all carried a bulging leather pouch in their hands, from which they emitted streams of runes that seeped into every part of the aircraft, reducing friction with the outside air and weakening internal noise.

"The main problem is that the cost-effectiveness is too low. The cost of refining a set of True Form Runes is two or three times that of the aircraft itself, but it can only increase speed and stability slightly. Who can afford that? So after completing this [Wind God], the subsequent plans were stopped."

Bai Ziyuan lowered his head, playing with a small, crystal-clear, and flawless white bone sword with great interest.

"If modern technology and supernatural power could be combined so easily, why would the federal government be in such a hurry to drag us into this situation?"

He straightened his posture and snorted, "Due to the delays caused by the local government, the strange fog has already enveloped five or six towns, trapping nearly 40,000 people. The authorities have tried everything but can only slightly curb its spread."

Bai Ziyuan abandoned his usual flippancy, his face solemn as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Although, according to detection feedback, the energy intensity exhibited by these alien creatures appearing in the fog is limited, their numbers are extremely large."

So don't be too careless..."

As they were talking, the aircraft suddenly shuddered, and the two instinctively grabbed the handrails, squinted, and looked out the window together.

At the edge of the dark purple night sky, a gray-white patch emerged, and as the plane moved, the tremors became more and more obvious and clear.

"Such strong electromagnetic interference. Just this alone can render most sophisticated weapons and equipment useless. No wonder they're in such a panic." Zhu Mingyao leaned against the porthole, his eyes gleaming.

He has now awakened the [Eyesight] and [Forehead Divine Court]. The former grants him the ability to see far, allowing him to perceive tangible beings; the latter gives him the power of spiritual vision, enabling him to see intangible beings.

The combination of these two elements is like carrying a high-powered psionic telescope, allowing him to clearly perceive the many sinister auras lurking within the eerie mist, much like a shark leisurely swimming in the deep sea.

"Uncle Lai and the others are over there. Let's go down and report for duty!" Zhu Mingyao surveyed the area and pointed northeast, where a hazy, almost imperceptible golden light was shooting straight into the sky.

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A burly man in a camouflage vest pulled out a suede leather strap, polishing his knight's greatsword until it gleamed coldly; a white-collar worker in a suit and tie brandished a foot-long chestnut wood staff, flicking out bursts of dazzling magical sparks; a short-haired thug with a colorful buzz cut stroked a skull necklace, whispering to a ghostly figure...

Black smoke billowed from more than a dozen LCD screens from time to time, and despite strong electromagnetic interference, the screens continued to scroll patterns and text of unknown purpose.

Meanwhile, not far away, a bustling crowd, with various classical weapons and magical artifacts paired with modern attire, created a bizarre atmosphere reminiscent of fantasy and punk.

"...To reiterate, your mission is to do everything in your power to gather the residents, establish a safe point, and wait for us to begin sealing off the town from the outside. Now collect your supplies, and depart in five minutes..."

Seeing the other person's miserable expression, as if his father had died, and out of basic politeness, Zhu Mingyao listened attentively to the person in charge's pre-battle pep talk, and then quickly walked over to several familiar figures.

Compared to the hastily conscripted ragtag soldiers, these true masters are displaying their extraordinary abilities:

The clear clouds condensed into the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Heaven, which, in pairs, evolved into the Sixty-Four Hexagrams, spreading throughout the void...

A colossal emerald anchor, formed from pure radiance, hovered in mid-air, with a two-winged dragon with prominent horns coiled upon it, spitting out ripples at a fixed frequency...

A marble cross, salvaged from some old church, stood tall, while a dozen or so clergy members, at least of bishop rank, knelt devoutly, murmuring hymns that stirred up a shower of holy light…

A totem, as tall as a three-story building and as thick as a palace pillar, stands erect. A North American bison, carved from sandstone and obsidian, stands with its head held high and eyes glaring, breathing heavily as if it were alive, confronting a ferocious gray wolf...

A series of powerful forces, originating from various systems, stretched out and firmly pinned down the spatial anomaly, preventing the mist from crossing the line.

However, forces always act in pairs, and the classical laws apply in the extraordinary realm as well. When the situation was temporarily stabilized, the feedback pressure rendered the aforementioned individuals unable to move.

Henry Lai sat cross-legged solemnly on the velvet carpet, his brass compass spinning incessantly. Upon their arrival, he nodded slightly to the witch headmistress Cordelia beside him, then turned and instructed them:

"Even if we work together to create a complete spatial seal, it will take at least 12 hours. During this time, it will be difficult to provide assistance. You must be careful inside."

He considered it for a moment, a hint of reluctance flashing across his face.

"If it's safe to do it myself, I'll save as many people as possible."

With a flick of his finger, a crystal-clear glass mirror tumbled, reflecting the scattered limbs and flesh, with a large number of blurry black shadows tearing at human bodies, and desperate cries rising and falling.

The mirror shattered into dust. Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, the bloody cruelty it revealed sent chills down one's spine.

"The fog has been confirmed to block perception. Please remember to stay put and wait for rescue after finding the survivor gathering point. Do not wander off."

Consumables such as rune potions were distributed in a continuous stream. The many extraordinary individuals formed simple teams according to their professions and filed into the dense sea of ​​fog one after another, fully alert.

As rare elites present, Zhu Mingyao and his companion formed their own group, selected a target direction, and prepared to set off to follow.

"Hey, you guys came really fast, just a moment." Just then, two pretty figures wearing monastic robes hurriedly floated over.

The fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose made the girl's skin appear even whiter and more adorable. Madison, panting, said:

“You’re in charge of Had Town, right? One of our sorority’s relatives lives there. Let’s switch targets.”

With the situation urgent, Zhu Mingyao didn't have time for pleasantries. "Who is your target?"

A detailed, color map was handed to him.

"Changhu Town!"

Chapter 389 The First Battle

The fog stretched endlessly, a vast expanse of white, with extremely low visibility, making it seem as if the entire world had been swallowed up by it.

On the deserted country road, a large number of vehicles were piled up haphazardly, like building blocks roughly discarded by naughty children, as if a serious chain-reaction car accident had occurred not long ago.

However, what is puzzling is that there was no trace of any passengers, not even a trace of blood or corpses.

Two figures moved swiftly like the wind, deftly dodging an overturned truck.

"How pitiful, another wave." Zhu Mingyao gently kicked the twisted driver's cab beside him and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Along the way, this kind of scene has occurred more than once. It seems that the residents who noticed something was wrong fled in panic, but failed to win in this life-or-death race.

As for where the missing person went, the tattered clothes and scattered personal belongings at their feet might provide a dark and cruel answer.

Zhu Mingyao stared intently ahead, his eyes suddenly flashing with inspiration. In an instant, he switched between three or four different reconnaissance methods, but all of them came to nothing.

A strange and powerful energy permeated the surroundings, like an invisible and solid barrier that firmly blocked his perception. Even his most powerful divine eye was now powerless, barely able to penetrate a distance of a hundred meters before he could no longer distinguish things.

Far beyond this area, clusters of greedy and bloodthirsty auras lurked and lingered, and even ordinary people without any extraordinary power could vaguely sense that naked malice.

Bai Ziyuan revealed the Soul Gathering Banner, formed hand seals, closed his eyes, and cast a spell. The cinnabar talisman swayed with the white bones of the skull, and illusory shadows whistled and circled around. Then his face darkened.

"Only a few traces of resentment remained before its death; its flesh, blood, and soul were completely devoured, leaving not even a hair behind. Ordinary monsters don't have such a good appetite!"

He frowned and added, "The mist also has a subtle suppressive effect on ghostly spirits; if you're too far away, it's like wandering aimlessly in a maze."

"Is this a case of ghosts encountering a ghost wall? Sure enough, there's something strange in the fog..." Zhu Mingyao told a dry, lame joke, then waved his five fingers, causing the brilliant golden light protecting the two of them to part slightly, allowing a wisp of ethereal white mist to eagerly slip in and be caught in his hand.

He channeled his true qi to try and sense it, and a moist yet cool aura returned, as if he had touched another unknown world, which was quite different from the feeling of ordinary water vapor rising.

However, its abnormality is limited to this, and it does not seem to pose any additional harm to humans.

Zhu Mingyao hesitated for a moment, then tilted his head toward his companion and said, "You brought some blood food to feed the Yin Ghosts, right? Give me a piece."

Bai Ziyuan didn't ask any questions about this abrupt request, but simply raised an eyebrow, clearly having thought of something as well.

The skinned and boned cow's hind leg slammed onto the sandy ground, the bright red muscle texture trembling slightly, a drop of semi-dried blood slowly dripping down, like a viscous drop of water hanging on the edge of the tendon.

The seemingly harmless mist enveloped the fresh flesh, enough for a barbecue, and it withered and changed color rapidly. In just a few breaths, it was completely pulverized, along with the thick leg bone, turning into fine ash that was mixed with the soil and became indistinguishable.

Bai Ziyuan whistled with a cold laugh: "It only reacts to dead biological tissue, how gentle."

"To be precise, it should be that the things inside eat the meat, and these strange fogs drink the soup." He pointed to the roadside sign: "Don't waste time getting entangled with them, let's search for survivors first. We're almost at Long Lake Town, hopefully we've arrived in time."

A streak of crimson flame shot forward like an arrow, parting the mist and propelling the two forward.

At full speed, several kilometers passed in a flash, and hazy buildings appeared on the horizon.

At the entrance to the town, several cars lay overturned, their alloy bodies torn to shreds by the immense force. A utility pole was snapped in half, exposing the bent steel bars, as if something had once guarded this place, preventing the residents from escaping.

"...The scratches from the collision of the carapace, the tiny holes caused by irregular spikes, are more like insect-like things than the claws and teeth of fierce beasts like lions and tigers..."

Although he usually acts like a rich young master, he is actually a combat expert trained by his family since childhood. Based on his past combat experience, Bai Ziyuan was able to identify the "perpetrator" at a glance.

He blinked his charming eyes, habitually showing off his brilliant impromptu reasoning: "How was my guess? What do you think?"

However, all he received was a raised finger:

"How do I see? I see with my eyes!" Zhu Mingyao stared intently at a half-collapsed house on the street and said irritably.

Seemingly aware that they had been discovered, the lurking superhuman predators simply stopped hiding.

The rubble and planks of the ruins suddenly flew up, and amidst the flying bricks and tiles, a segmented creature as thick as a person could hug suddenly emerged and appeared right in front of us.

The monster was covered in a shiny black carapace, its surface shimmering with the oily sheen characteristic of chitin. Its lower body was buried deep in the ground, while its upright upper body alone was four or five meters tall. At the top of its segmented, ring-shaped body, terrifying, pincer-like mandibles gripped a human head, greedily sucking out its brain. To any biologist, its appearance would be that of a standard giant centipede.

But ordinary centipedes can't withstand bullets and break into houses to eat people... His gaze swept over the dense bullets lightly embedded on the monster's body, and Zhu Mingyao raised his peach staff and swung it through the air.

"Give me backup and let's assess its strength first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose, and a violent airflow swirled up dust, like a chaotic dragon-serpent carrying a golden steel whip that lashed down at the monster!

However, this fierce attack missed its mark.

The giant centipede shuddered, displaying an agility completely disproportionate to its size. It transformed into a blur, slithering across the ground to avoid the golden whip. Its pairs of arm-thick limbs slid like steel blades, slicing through the asphalt and cement of the ground as easily as cutting tofu, and in an instant, it closed in on its enemy.