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"Paji!"

A thin, grayish-white shadow suddenly crashed into the transparent isolation wall, splattering a nauseating mess of flesh that made the observers frown.

"The new little guy still hasn't learned his lesson!" He glanced disgustedly at the group of restless Tooth Fairies, evil creatures resembling dragonflies rapidly flapping their wings, revealing mouthfuls of file-like teeth, drooling over the humans nearby.

"Spray them with 30% holy water to teach them a lesson."

As the water mist, shimmering with a cool light, sprayed down, the previously menacing evil creature immediately scattered and fled with mournful cries, making the observer burst into laughter.

This moment of joy quickly turned to anger after only a few seconds: "Who shut down the control system? Why did the holy water stop flowing?!"

But in the blink of an eye, he no longer needed to think about it... A very faint buzzing sound arose, and the indestructible crystal wall silently melted into the air, as if it had never existed.

The whole world seemed to pause for a moment, and then...

Time flows!

"what--!"

The sounds of piercing, tearing, chopping, and gnawing, along with countless shrill screams, mingled together to create a terrifying and chaotic symphony.

Skin and hair, blood and muscle, even the rolling bones were devoured before they even hit the ground!

The diversity of species ensured the experimental results, while also ensuring that no type of food was wasted, which is truly darkly humorous.

However, such a desperate scene is merely a trivial prelude to the entire grand drama of disaster.

A deafening roar, as if the universe were ending, suddenly erupted, and the vast underground space instantly collapsed and the earth cracked!

The silver branches, twisting like a giant dragon, snapped with a crash, and the continuous buildings attached to them collapsed. Amidst the breathtakingly cruel and magnificent beauty, boundless waves of flames and seas of fire rose proudly!

Like the blazing sun, like the darkest night, the fire of sin, in its most humble form, escorts the king of hell out of the abyss, spreading divine power across the earth!

In the vast mountains and forests far from human settlements, the swirling wind, snow, and dark clouds were suddenly torn apart, as if an invisible, towering pillar had suddenly risen, and the clear moonlight shone down like a bolt of silk.

In the distant wilderness, the indigenous people, who adhered to their traditions and lived in seclusion, awoke with a start. Gazing at the unusual, strange light on the horizon, they were filled with astonishment and speechless fear.

In his utterly shocked gaze, the ancient mountain range trembled, as if an ancient giant had awakened from its slumber and let out a deep and long roar.

The snow avalanche and boulders rolled down with a deafening roar, first expanding upwards and then suddenly sinking into the bottomless abyss!

A deep sinkhole, shrouded in black smoke and flowing with lava, suddenly appeared, radiating boundless heat and chaos. Accompanied by firelight and thick smoke that seemed to connect heaven and earth, a colossal mountain-like figure stood proudly, soaring eastward!

A dense shadow, like that of a floating town, swept past, yet remained, leaving a vast, straight trail on the ground. Countless eerie shadows appeared out of nowhere, like a black, towering wave, spreading in all directions!

……

……

The pitch-black bat wings that blotted out the sky waved casually, and the massive rain of pure white arrows vanished without a trace. Before it could make another move, the earthen-yellow totem pole carved with bison suddenly rose up, and a hundred times the force of gravity was applied to it.

With a slight flick of its sharp claws, it easily broke through the encirclement, but it was also inevitable that it would slow down for a moment.

But this very pause allowed them to immediately exploit their weakness.

The powerful fist imprint pressed down like a mountain, crashing violently into a skyscraper, instantly shattering the hundred-meter-tall building into the finest dust.

"You're quite loyal to your new master, aren't you? You haven't even run away yet!"

As Antonio stared intently at his former colleague who was struggling to his feet, he breathed heavily. His muscular, steel-like body was covered in scars, and a venomous mist of blood swirled and seeped into his skin.

A hint of doubt flashed through his mind. As the only two results of the Federation's God-Making Project, the two were evenly matched. If the battlefield were elsewhere, they would probably fight for several days without a clear winner.

But this is the headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau. Even though a large number of key personnel are tied down by the rampaging monsters, the various treasures they have collected are enough to weigh the outcome. The fact that they are still fighting so desperately is not like this guy who values ​​his life.

"I am only loyal to myself." Alex grinned and took flight again, with blurry snake shadows seemingly moving in his eyes. Perhaps even he himself did not realize that he seemed unusually fierce today.

……

"Army attack!"

Amidst flickering, eerie phosphorescent flames, skeleton vanguards, voodoo zombies, stitched abominations, ghost warlocks… a vast army of high undead surged forth.

The intense death energy swept across like a long, eerie green dragon, instantly turning asphalt roads and concrete utility poles into rotten mud, as if splashed with strong acid. Faced with such ferocity, even an armored division would be annihilated in an instant.

However, the enemy they were to face was also not made of flesh and blood.

With a resounding drumbeat leading the way, golden thunder as the vanguard, and clear light and auspicious clouds as the rearguard, banners fluttered, swords gleamed in the frost, and thousands of divine soldiers and heavenly generals roared and swept across the battlefield, instantly and irresistibly pushing back!

In a battle between two armies, the stronger side will prevail!

"Death!"

Seizing the opportunity, a wisp of light, after many twists and turns, deftly evaded all obstacles and pierced through the old man's head, which was covered by a top hat.

"You lost."

Zhu Mingyao's eyes flashed as he took in the entire battlefield. Outside the city, a cluster of crystalline wrinkles swelled and contracted, with fragments of light shooting out from time to time, transforming into various spells that attacked from both inside and outside. Clearly, the trapped experts had begun to turn the tables.

The shouts of battle in the city gradually subsided, and the superhumans who were free to fight spontaneously formed small teams to clear out the enemies in the streets and alleys.

With the aid of numerous precious and powerful items, the defeat of the traitorous vampire king is only a matter of time.

The situation was about to be settled, yet a subtle sense of emptiness lingered in his heart.

"No...you're the ones who will lose."

A ghastly smile was forced onto the wrinkled, withered face before it silently vanished into ashes.

"Why pretend to be a riddle teller?"

Zhu Mingyao clasped his hands together hastily, trying to intercept the remaining fragments of soul-searching that were about to evaporate.

Just then, a violent tremor suddenly surged into his heart, and he looked up in astonishment.

Not only him...

Antonio, who had already gained the upper hand, looked up in astonishment.

The powerful figures who had just broken free of the spatial confinement and launched a righteous attack on the two demon gods were also astonished and looked up.

The superhumans fighting fiercely throughout the city... and even the nearly ten million ordinary people trembling in the terrifying night.

At this moment, everyone looked up.

Thick, fiery red clouds pressed down from west to east, as if the heavens had been torn open and were bleeding thick blood. A mythical beast with seven heads and ten horns descended from the sacred scriptures to the mortal world!

Chapter 522 Playing Cards, Following Cards

The crimson sunset clouds dyed the sky, as if with supreme power they held back the pace of time, turning the night back into dusk. Mysterious glimmers of light, from who knows where, shone through every inch of space, illuminating the heavens and the earth, making everything seem as if it had fallen into a sea of ​​blood.

"Another strange phenomenon appeared in the sky: a great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns on its seven heads..."

At this moment, regardless of faith or identity, people couldn't help but look up at the sky, millions of eyes were fixed on one place, and the same sentences flowed through their hearts.

Even more extreme, some people recited it aloud:

Its tail dragged down a third of the stars in the sky, causing them to fall to the ground. The dragon stood before the woman about to give birth, waiting to devour her child after she had given birth.

—The Book of Revelation

The terms in religious and theological texts have their own meanings. The child is a metaphor for the savior, but who is the enemy?

Mother Eileen's tone was ethereal and dreamlike, as if the sacred texts she had memorized her whole life were now so obscure, each word like a cold, sharp shard of ice, stuck between her teeth and difficult to utter.

Beside her, the human powerhouses who had tacitly stopped fighting all looked deathly pale.

That obscure yet profound meaning, seemingly connected to the very source of the universe, rushed towards them like a torrent, making these individuals standing at the pinnacle of human power feel, for the first time in their lives, an unprecedented sense of insignificance and powerlessness.

"...That is the truth. It is at least a projection of a part of the Lord of All Demons. Don't harbor any illusions!"

A slight breeze stirred, and Lai Hengli connected everyone's senses. He exchanged glances with his old brothers, who were like brothers to him, and tried to force a bitter smile, but he couldn't move his facial muscles at all.

The world is full of strange things. They agreed to get involved in today's operation to seize the Holy Grail in order to persuade the church to investigate the information about the Lord of Hell, but after today, it seems that none of that was necessary.

"He also seized the Federation's ultimate weapon—the remains of the Titan Typhon, the Father of All Demons, whose energy level has reached the peak that the material world can contain..." Antonio clenched his fists, too regretful to continue.

Why couldn't they have discovered it sooner! He looked at the newly born vampires who were bowing and worshipping the Demon King with murderous intent. The giants who had once manipulated this country behind the scenes were now fawning over him like pet dogs.

A strong castle is often breached from within; even the most ingenious and cunning political system cannot prevent the collective depravity of its top echelons.

"It's actually true..."

The silver-gray blade shimmered like ripples on water, and the longsword in Eric's hand, which was usually so steady, trembled slightly for the first time ever.

The legendary Witcher, known as "Blade," had just arrived to provide support when he heard a message from his old friend, as if he were facing an abyss.

The cause and effect became clear in an instant, but like him, everyone present tensed up, even their souls, and no one dared to make the slightest move. For a moment, only the elderly nun's difficult whispers echoed.

“Michael and his messengers waged war against the dragon, and the dragon and his messengers waged war against it. The great dragon was that ancient serpent, called the devil…”

A cold indifference flowed from the giant eyes burning with hellfire, and the seven loud noises merged into a lazy, vast sound wave, directly interrupting the conversation:

"...It's an ancient serpent, a devil, Satan, whatever you say."

The colossal beast possessed an air of composure, lowering its mountain-like head. Its entire body, from the inside out, exuded no trace of evil or filth, but rather a unique, twisted solemnity.

"In short, everything is already destined. This world will become my eternal pasture. Of course, before that, I need to get rid of those annoying bugs..."

As the beast chatted casually like neighbors, it glanced sideways, its indifferent gaze falling upon the human ranks, which were filled with shock, anger, and vigilance.

"All-out defense!"

The ethereal gaze should have carried any weight, yet at this moment, everyone's spirit was roaring wildly, and the intense, suffocating sense of crisis was about to tear their souls to shreds in an instant!

A volcano erupting in scorching heat, an ice field chilled by the cold wind, a towering slope strewn with sharp rocks, a stinking and filthy swamp... Beneath the seemingly empty surface, the entire void world presses down!

Without any communication or coordination, a series of astonishing divine powers, unparalleled in the world, were unleashed in an instant. Various protective spiritual lights formed a dazzling ocean, overshadowing the bright lights of the bustling city below.

Then it exploded with a bang!

The extremely concentrated chaotic primal force, like a hurricane, poured down upon us. It was colorless, formless, and without beginning or end. The formation that everyone had worked together to create was completely shattered before it could even last a second.

Amidst crackling sounds, a terrifying backlash of energy suddenly struck. Clement, standing at the forefront of his church colleagues, shuddered violently. His skin and muscles rapidly disintegrated and dissolved, and on his remaining skeleton, a dim holy light stubbornly flickered once before extinguishing.

The fanatical believer's resolute expression, along with his devout faith, shattered in an instant, transforming into a brilliant flame.

Behind him, a large number of colorful fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the bloodless faces of the people.

With just a casual glance, countless masters fell like rain!

On the distant sea, the calm New York Bay suddenly rises into towering waves, which are like a huge jade-carved Bagua diagram spinning rapidly, with Kan, Li, Zhen, and Dui flowing in succession, and the mysterious trajectory transferring the immense pressure into the sea.

"You all need to leave quickly. Take the headquarters staff and retreat back to China. Forget about all this stuff!"

Having desperately worked together to deflect the terrifying attack, Si Tuyuan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, shouted fiercely at Zhu Mingyao and Bai Ziyuan, who were approaching on a gust of wind.