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“If you keep drinking, I’m worried about your urinary system…” the burly young Black man said, grinning, his concerned tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"You should still go to the hospital for a full check-up. After all, you and that 'mermaid,' um... you've spent so many wonderful nights together..."

"Well!"

The unbearable memories flooded back, and Ricky covered his mouth tightly, then jumped up from the sofa as if he had a spring in his butt.

"I'd rather die than tell anyone!"

He clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes almost murderous.

"You can ask Beverly and the others to do the physical check-ups when they get back. As for you all, forget about this now!"

Seeing that he seemed ready to die together at the slightest disagreement in order to cover up his dark past, Bill and Mike quickly smiled and agreed without hesitation.

"It's been almost a day, I'll go take a look." After a few jokes, Bill looked out the window at the darkening sky and said with some concern.

He pushed up his glasses and analyzed seriously: "Although they said they expect to be able to resolve it, it's still best to be cautious. I'll go to the police station and keep watch. If they haven't returned in another hour, I'll report to the authorities immediately."

As he spoke, Bill got up, picked up his clothes, pushed open the door, and was about to leave when—he stopped there.

His mouth gradually opened into an exaggerated arc, and an expression of utter astonishment appeared on his face.

Houses, roads, churches, shops—my hometown, which I've known since childhood, has been shrouded in a vast expanse of yellowish-brown dust, and is rapidly disappearing without a trace.

Derry is a coastal area, when did sandstorms start happening there? Has the natural environment in the Federation deteriorated to this extent?

However, his thoughts were only halfway through when a massive cloud of dust rushed towards him, instantly engulfing him, the entire house, and the figures of the young men.

Amidst the dazzling changes of light and shadow, they fell into a deep sleep within a tenth of a second, only hearing the faint ripples of air around their ears, vaguely unaware of their surroundings.

A wisp of emerald light rose from Ricky's chest, transforming into a miniature oak symbol—the protective barrier the four-man team had applied when they rescued him, barely keeping him conscious for a few seconds.

Using that brief moment, he forced his eyelids open and saw the last scene—

The town's residents floated in the air, drawn by a mysterious force to a field several kilometers away, where a group of black-haired, black-eyed Asians waited and carefully placed them on stretchers.

Meanwhile, in the original town, a pale yellow halo spread out across the polar region, as majestic and unchanging as the ancient earth.

……

The halo spread rapidly downwards, like flowing water, instantly penetrating hundreds of meters of soil and sand, appearing in the enormous cave.

The old wardrobe with its peeling paint and wooden doors were wide open, and inside, a vortex of colorful light was spinning violently, trembling as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

Just then, the surging earth vein energy from all directions materialized from the void, injecting into a wondrous pattern composed of six short horizontal lines, like a thick layer of rock pressing down on an old wardrobe, suppressing all changes.

"What a fine 'Earth's Strength' move, calming all things. Your skills have improved again."

"Not at all, it's just treating the symptoms."

"Stop flattering each other, we're all old brothers. Let's get started. These are two great white sharks. Even if they get into the net, we'll be in for a bloodbath!"

Several thoughts exchanged in an instant, and without hesitation, they transformed into faint white light and rushed into the spatial gate.

Chapter 488 The Ending of the Fairy Tale 1

"For the glory and splendor of Her Majesty the Ice Queen! We swear to turn the cold wind into sharp blades and weave frost and snow into battle robes!"

The muffled roar was deafening, carrying with it boundless fighting spirit. The bard and the young sorcerer, who were at the forefront, immediately slipped away and ran far away.

Of course, in reality, it's not some Chinese singing competition show. A loud voice alone can't scare people. What makes them dare not take the risk is the biting cold wind that suddenly sweeps down from the sky after the roar, and the sharp ice flowers that suddenly freeze in the air, as if they could cut through the skin.

These natural phenomena seem to be imbued with a will, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing figures!

The next moment, a wisp of pure white light rose up, leaving a straight trace in the air. The fierce, cold wind and ice cones seemed to have been cut by an invisible blade, suddenly splitting in half and turning into sparkling specks that vanished into nothingness.

As the frost-like shimmering light faded, a tall, ferocious figure with a bald head and a gaping maw collapsed softly. A thin, bloody gash slowly split open in the center of his forehead, from which gushed forth chilling blood.

"This guy..." Edkin leaned closer, scrutinizing the spoils with a strange expression, before carefully organizing his thoughts and finally offering his assessment:

"She really has a unique look."

The creature before them had large hands and feet, a thick belly, and bumpy, bluish-gray skin, resembling a middle-aged pervert whose size had increased several times over. With a mouthful of messy fangs, its overall appearance was somewhat like a cannibal from fantasy literature.

However, the raised keratin layer on its forehead, no matter how you look at it, resembles the shape of a peaked cap from the Third Reich, making its overall appearance rather out of place.

Zhu Mingyao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then stepped on the monster, flicked his wrist, and thrust the sharp Gengjin sword energy towards its head, digging out the horns that were covered in bone spikes.

It is well known that certain tissues on the bodies of extraordinary beings can instinctively gather spiritual elements, which are quite valuable spoils, so no one is surprised by his actions.

However, the moment the officer's cap-like horn touched it, it melted away as quickly as a candle thrown into a flame, then evaporated into white vapor and vanished.

"It seems to be the same information you received," Simon said with a regretful expression.

"They are all illusory things derived from the laws of space."

Unlike their regret, Zhu Mingyao's expression remained unchanged, and he simply turned his gaze to the "guide".

"My dear young lady, the evil monster has been vanquished. Where is Mr. Puss in Boots?"

The little girl who had been following behind them clapped her hands and walked up happily, her clear eyes sparkling.

"It's waiting for us up ahead."

Another voice suddenly joined the conversation.

With his glossy, brownish-gray fur wriggling, Mr. Otter Winston suddenly appeared beside him as if he had crawled out of the ground.

Its whiskers trembled with excitement, and its large, oar-like tail waved wildly.

"Outsider hero, you have truly done it! The evil witch's minions have all been defeated, and you have saved the four wise kings. Now let us proceed to the altar and resurrect the guardian lion king Aslan."

The little girl beside her nodded in agreement, her face beaming with genuine joy. She tugged at Mr. Otter's soft fur, almost jumping for joy.

"This is wonderful. After waiting for so long, we have finally achieved a perfect ending."

Seemingly infected by the fairytale-like atmosphere, Zhu Mingyao also had a faint smile on his lips.

"Indeed... after such a long journey, the story really deserves a happy ending."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted into the distance. Several kilometers away, in a mountain valley, a pillar of azure light was rapidly rising, its momentum...

...it even makes people feel impatient.

……

……

"Are these guys crazy? They seem so eager to get to work."

Under a large parasol, several men wearing headscarves and park management uniforms stared at a certain spot with unfriendly expressions.

The reddish-brown sandstone building stands empty, its exquisite patterns and carvings now unappreciated.

"Boom!"

A dull thud came from the ground. Even though the table was relatively flat, several cups jumped violently, splashing out dark red liquid that dripped down the edges onto the floor.

Although it is almost November, the heatwave in the Middle Eastern desert region shows no signs of abating.

The sand and stones, baked by the midday sun, are perfect for frying eggs; the slight dampness vanishes in an instant, releasing the unique apple aroma of Darjeeling tea.

Following their gaze, around the famous World Heritage Site, several large construction machines were working with a mixture of caution and urgency. The usual throngs of tourists had, as expected, temporarily withdrawn, leaving only a few scholars who looked like old professors pointing and gesturing.

“Damn federal bastards.” A man gritted his teeth angrily. “What kind of bullshit repair contract is this? Petra Temple has always been as sturdy as it is 1000 years old. I think they’re just colluding with those government guys to come up with a scheme to swindle money.”

His accusations drew agreement from his companions, who all angrily denounced the bureaucrats of their own country. However, when it came to the other party in the incident, everyone tacitly avoided the topic.

There was no way around it; after decades of being trained by federal soldiers, their military bases on their land had become semi-permanent facilities. For the local residents, the idea of ​​not provoking that powerful superpower had become an ingrained belief passed down through generations.

"Hopefully they'll get it done quickly!"

No matter how much you complain, it all ends with a single complaint.

Deep underground, someone else also let out a similar angry roar.

"Damn the progress, if it drags on any longer, our plans will be affected."

Frank Wood paced back and forth anxiously, glancing occasionally at the deep cavern.

A dozen or so of the latest military-grade glow sticks were planted high up, emitting a cold light without any energy fluctuations, illuminating the surrounding space as if it were daytime.

The scene before me was like that of a major earthquake. Broken and overturned rock slabs were everywhere. Amidst the jagged, huge boulders, a tunnel as tall as a person had been carved out. Judging from the claw marks on the edges, it was clear that someone had carved the path out with their bare hands.

"I feel even more helpless than you do." The handsome face turned back from the end of the tunnel, and he replied irritably.

The young vampire king looked disheveled, covered in dust and dirt like a third-world old man, having long since lost all his aristocratic airs.

"The deeper I went, the stronger the holy power barrier became. Not only could I not cast spells, but even my physical body began to weaken."

He frowned, gritting his teeth as he stroked his arm. The once indestructible body of a high-ranking vampire was now torn open with several long wounds.

"Come on! The divine aura and divine footsteps in the three levels have been deciphered, only the path of God remains."

Chapter 489 The Ending of the Fairy Tale 2

Each tiny, pure white particle, with a faint, almost imperceptible radiance, floated in the air like dust, its sacred energy as vast as mountains and seas, suppressing the flow of all other energies.

A faint buzzing sound vibrated as silver-gray "golden beetles" flew along the tunnel. Every so often, one would stop and extend several metal claws to hang from the ceiling.

Suddenly their tails flashed, and patches of white light shone down, illuminating the path ahead.

Most environments with supernatural elements will affect modern precision instruments, and the laws here are extremely unfriendly to dark creatures. After being deprived of technological creations and extraordinary powers, the perils of this journey are beyond imagination.

Those miniature robots are specialized equipment of the federal special agencies. They have excellent resistance to interference caused by relevant conditions, but their value is also proportional to their effectiveness. If Frank hadn't been in a high position of power, he wouldn't have been able to just scatter them around like stones.

"How much further?" the man asked, panting heavily, his forehead glistening with sweat.

He held the controller and stretched his overly tense and stiff fingers.

Given his position, the opportunity for him to personally do manual labor is extremely rare. His physique, honed from years of sitting in an office, is simply not up to par when faced with rugged and complex roads. It is quite remarkable that he has managed to persevere to this day.

“We’ve arrived.” Alex’s chest heaved as he stared ahead, uttering a few short words.

His current condition was even worse than that of the old man beside him. His iron claws, used to clear the way, had worn through his skin, and fresh blood stained his nails. His whole body exuded a visible sense of fatigue.

The omnipresent holy power pressed down relentlessly like a colossal boulder, preventing him from even using his vampire talents of levitation and dark vision. He could only grope his way forward like a mortal.

A deep fissure, tens of meters wide, stretched out in front of the two. Mechanical beetles swayed and flew in the air. Under the bright light, the dark red rock wall was as smooth as a mirror, extending downwards to the end of their sight.

Such obstacles would normally be trivial, but for them now, they are almost insurmountable barriers.

But Frank seemed to have expected this. He confidently pressed a few buttons, and the mechanical insect opened its abdomen, releasing a large amount of fluorescent dust that sprayed onto the huge crack.