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As if sensing the vast difference in strength between the two sides and knowing that the outcome was inevitable, the black line stopped struggling and revealed its true form.

The object was only seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, as thick as wool, and covered with clumps of stiff, tangled sharp points, making it look like a thorny poisonous vine at first glance.

However, upon closer inspection, one will notice something unusual.

Ordinary vines are nothing more than brown, black, yellow and green, but this one is covered with irregularly shaped dark red spots, and has a faint fishy smell, like congealed bloodstains.

Zhu Mingyao's lips twitched. Even with his broad knowledge, he was stunned for a moment because he had already recognized what it was.

That's clearly a caltrop wire commonly used to make fences!

If it were talismans or magical artifacts, that would be to be expected, but the fact that part of the power source of the ancient behemoth is actually in the shape of a modern industrial product is such an incongruous combination that it's hard to believe.

Just as his thoughts were drifting, a small mound, about the size of a fist, gradually rose from the broken road surface beside him.

"Pfft." A smooth, slender rodent skeleton emerged, its shifty eyes scanning the area before it surprisingly spoke in human language:

"Is everything settled? That was intense! You had no idea how the earth shook. If I hadn't protected it so closely, the shelter would have been a concrete coffin. What about the enemy's spoils? Want to share them with your brother?"

Listening to his rambling, Zhu Mingyao ignored the joke and pointed directly:

"Forget about spirit bone materials from semi-ethereal monsters. Do you want this piece of wire?"

Through the eyes of the magical servant, Bai Ziyuan looked around suspiciously: "Where is it?"

"Where are you looking..." Zhu Mingyao turned his head with a laugh and a scolding tone, but the rest of his sentence remained unspoken.

The strange wire had somehow transformed into a rusty red color, rapidly disintegrating into dust and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He briefly recounted his experience.

"As I said before, let the professionals handle the research! Human energy is limited. I only have the ability to tell a girl's bra size and measurements at a glance; I don't have Sherlock Holmes' talent."

The undead rat swayed its tailbone, which was as thin as a hair, and its skeletal, pointed face was full of polite refusal.

"Tch!" Zhu Mingyao, as usual, gave this bastard a middle finger.

This mission, like its surroundings, was full of mysteries, leaving everyone bewildered.

As the two were talking, the sky above suddenly shifted between light and shadow, and a deafening roar echoed for miles around. The mist gradually became clearer.

"The time has finally come; the erosion from the other dimension will be completely separated."

Knowing that the seal on the outside world was almost complete, Zhu Mingyao shook his wrist, relaxed, and looked up at the unusual celestial phenomenon, as if he could see the fierce battle taking place behind the clouds.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn back to rejoin his companions when the fog suddenly surged and thickened again!

Zhu Mingyao cautiously made a hand seal, summoning the Three Primal Palaces to bless him, and several spells were ready to be unleashed.

However, the anticipated danger did not occur. Instead, a chilling and eerie wind suddenly blew up, accompanied by faint noises, drifting from a great distance.

"Burn her...burn her...let God's holy fire wash away the filth and restore purity..."

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At the same time, outside, on a vast, flat expanse of farmland.

The hexagrams, the light anchor, the holy light, and the totem each took their place. The enormous and majestic magic array operated, and the gray fog that had raged for two days finally restrained its ferocity, slowly retreating as it was compressed and purified.

As dawn broke, the oppressive feeling that had been weighing on their hearts like a boulder dissipated, and the faces of those present revealed a long-lost sense of ease and joy.

However, just when they thought everything was about to return to calm, the gray mist that had been dispersed to almost transparency suddenly changed, surging wildly like an enraged beast.

An inexplicable pressure rebounded, causing everyone's figures to sway at the several points where the seal was cast.

The powerful figures present were all seasoned veterans who had been through many battles and were quick to adapt to the situation, making rapid adjustments.

"Don't panic, stay calm!"

While reassuring everyone, Henry Lai looked up as if sensing something.

The once clear, pale sky was suddenly stained with ink, becoming so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. Tiny, dirty-looking snowflakes drifted down, light and fluffy like willow catkins, yet carrying an indescribable sharpness and chilling aura.

A snowflake landed on his index finger, and a strange aura of both scorching heat and icy cold immediately invaded it.

Lai Hengli clasped his hands together and gently rubbed them to dissolve the moisture. When he opened his hands again, there was not a trace of water on his fingertips, only a fine ash.

A flash of insight struck him, and long-buried memories suddenly opened up, prompting him to blurt out:

"not good!"

Chapter 399 Whose Revenge?

In mid-spring, in the temperate climate of the federation, most areas are covered with lush grass and tender green leaves.

However, the town of Hawkins was still covered in frost at this moment.

The scattered houses, cars, trees, and even all the protruding objects have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a vast expanse of white land, as if everything had been buried by an unimaginable snowfall.

On this "snowfield", a faint line of footprints spreads from afar.

In this sudden disaster, superhuman teams came to the rescue in all the other fallen residential areas, but no one came to this place.

After all, numerous similar incidents have already proven that while some residents in other regions may be lucky enough to survive, the fate of those who originated from these incidents can be largely determined, and there is no need to waste manpower on them.

Under such circumstances, the identity of the owner of the footprints becomes highly questionable.

Moreover, her appearance and attire were rather out of place with the environment.

The loose, wide, pure black robe billowed as he walked. A square piece of soft white cloth, about a meter in size, was folded and wrapped around his ears to form a knot, with one end hanging down in front of his chest and the other end towering above his head, symbolizing the wearer's virtuous heart, humility, and purity.

Apart from the fact that the golden cross, which is called the "fur watch," was not hung on top as is customary, but instead haphazardly inserted into the rough leather belt, giving it a somewhat rebellious air, there is nothing wrong with this dignified and elegant nun's attire.

But its dark, bottomless black hole-like appearance, along with the specks of gold and red sparks suspended within it, all emphasized the fact that the visitors were not human.

As she walked, her steps seemed to have no fixed pattern; each step seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, and in the blink of an eye, she traversed half of the town and arrived at her destination.

The small fountain in front of the door has dried up and turned black, the blue stone holy water basin is smashed to pieces, and the white plaster angels are either decapitated or have broken wings. The small church in the center of the town is now just a few broken walls and ruins.

The scorched hills, resembling the mausoleums of ancient kings, rise abruptly from the ground, deathly silent and solemn. Wisps of grayish-white smoke rise in wisps, and the pungent smell of burning and oxidizing organic matter is thick and suffocating.

A long cross made of several metal water pipes was inserted diagonally on top, staring blankly down.

Hundreds and thousands of blackened "firewood" were piled up haphazardly, some oval like balls, some long like branches, some jagged like stones... coiled, curled, wrinkled, and cracked...

The carbonized animal proteins clump together and collapse into one, resembling a dark and enormous mud mountain.

Occasionally, golden and silvery light would scatter like stars, and although the various pieces of jewelry had been melted by the high temperature, they still faithfully accompanied their owners... from birth to death.

Such a brutal scene is enough to drive any human being with normal values ​​to a mental breakdown, making them stay away from anything related to burning, roasting, or meat for the rest of their lives.

But the only two bystanders present simply watched indifferently, their emotions completely unmoved.

"I thought you would show some compassion, even if it was just symbolic."

A wide, pure black sleeve swayed, and a strange voice, neither male nor female, emanated a hint of curiosity.

"I've seen scenes that are ten times more brutal."

A burly-looking man sat cross-legged on a broken statue, puffing out smoke from a small brown cigar between his teeth.

"A flower-like girl, wrapped in a tattered coat, sells herself in the cold wind, just to get a piece of black bread smaller than her fist..."

A vibrant young man is tricked onto a train and transported to a foreign country, where his internal organs are emptied in an unlicensed clinic...

An aging war hero sells his badges, which hold his former glory, for a pittance in an attempt to prolong his life...

An honest, hardworking farmer lost his land and property due to collusion between insiders and outsiders...

A hardworking and honest worker starved to death in his home…

His expression was terrifyingly calm, his gaze was fiery, and his words were icy.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a receipt fell to the ground; the handwriting was neat and clear, and it appeared to be some kind of government document.

"The wealth that my compatriots have painstakingly accumulated over the past seventy years has been plundered and replaced with their smug arrogance and extravagance."

The former KGB agent burst into laughter: "Look at this, a coffee cup worth 2000 yuan, toilet paper worth 500 yuan, a sweet intern in the White House, children on a tropical island... Haha!"

His facial muscles convulsed and contorted, twisting into a chilling, eerie smile: "Such depravity and decay have reached their end. This is their fate, and it is also my fate!"

The man chewed the cigar hard, savoring the spicy and bitter taste of the tobacco swirling in his mouth. He patted his buttocks, stood up, and strode to the mountain of corpses.

A frail old woman lay there, holding a torch, her face fanatical and dazed. Her lower body was burned to a crisp, yet she was not dead yet, muttering to herself, "Flames purify sins, purity will surely return..."

Ivan glanced at them disdainfully, then forcefully snatched the torch away. "Beneath the apparent piety lies nothing but selfishness and blind faith, believing that sacrificing others will end the disaster. There are plenty of people like this in the Federation; no wonder you were able to find so much material so easily."

With his movements, the old woman shattered into pieces, turning into fine dust that rose into the sky along with countless others of her kind behind her. Then, under the transformation of some unknown force, she turned into patches of grayish-white snow that fell down.

So this is where the snow-covered landscape comes from.

"The human heart is the most unpredictable force in the world, and even the Lord whom you and I believe in cannot grasp it."

The person dressed in a nun's habit spoke humbly, raised her hand and gave a push, and the church door, which was only half open, opened in response.

Behind the door, there was no destroyed chapel; instead, a dark aura swirled counter-clockwise, forming a deep spatial tunnel.

"That's why the tragic history of mankind repeats itself again and again, just like now."

He flicked his sleeves, and corpses flew out one after another—these were the many extraordinary individuals who had joined the rescue operation.

The spiritually imbued body and soul instantly separated and fused into clusters of red and black serpentine runes, stabilizing the passage and extending to the predetermined coordinates.

A miniature landscape emerges.

In the far distance, hazy mountains, as if cleaved by a knife and axe, shroud a lifeless mountain town shrouded in swirling gray mist.

A vast, azure-colored sky descended, like a semi-circular glass lid, firmly inverting it inside.

However, at its edge where it meets the land, a fierce battle is unfolding—on one side, countless strange and monstrous beings are trying to attack outwards, while on the other side, countless people are surging about, cannons are roaring, and they are defending themselves to the death.

"I planned for a long time before I could brazenly recreate the scene from back then under the watchful eyes of everyone."

Watching the struggle surrounding the seal, the neutral, strange voice leisurely said: "The grand burnt offering begins, the old nightmare is relived, and the sacred purifiers are once again tragically killed by ignorant fools."

This time, it wasn't just a simple Silent Hill that was destroyed!

In response to His words, a fierce wind howled and dark clouds filled the sky. If viewed from above, all the settlements, large and small, in this fog simultaneously lit up with blood-red flames.

One absurd drama after another, all more or less the same, unfolded.

Driven by extreme fear and the machinations of those with ulterior motives, people fanatically recited the prayer, binding their former relatives and friends to the stake, stubbornly believing that this would cleanse their sins and end the disaster.

The majority of the extraordinary rescue teams that could have stopped them had already been secretly eliminated.