I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

Are you kidding me!

This is land!

It's a police station in the middle of a city!

How could someone drown in a place like this!

Davis's pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounded, and he felt his worldview rapidly collapsing!

From the moment he received that absurd "hunt for fishmen" mission last night, his understanding has been gradually destroyed. First, the existence of fishmen, then supernatural abilities, then the corals and seaweed growing on the streets, and now, a living person has drowned without ever coming into contact with any water!

"Captain! Captain! That thing..."

A Night Owl team member's voice came from behind, trembling like never before.

Davis suddenly looked up.

The enormous water sphere suspended overhead had expanded to a despairing size, with a diameter of at least ten meters!

next moment!

boom!!!

Without any warning, the huge water sphere suddenly collapsed!

Tons of seawater exploded in all directions, and the huge shock wave, carrying a salty mist, swept across the entire battlefield. Damaged police cars were blown away and crashed into buildings, and shards of glass scattered like flying knives. The shock wave knocked the police officers behind cover to the ground.

Even the broken water droplets were extremely aggressive; when a water droplet hit a police officer, it instantly pierced his body and left a bloody gash!

At the center of the collapsing water sphere, a breathtaking figure appeared!

Its nearly four-meter-long body was covered with dark green scales that emitted a ghostly light and had a cold metallic texture. Its dorsal fins stood tall like blades, and its mere presence made the surrounding air thick and heavy.

Kriel!

With the arrival of Kriel, the surrounding merfolk seemed to have found their backbone, and their morale soared!

At this moment, the strange phenomena brought about by the arrival of Kriel were not yet over!

"Ugh!!!"

A special police officer who was not hit by the water suddenly dropped his rifle, covered his head with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and he made a painful hissing sound from his throat. Then he fell straight to the ground and his body convulsed violently.

This is just the beginning.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

One by one, the surrounding police officers fell to the ground.

The crowd was already feeling incredibly depressed and in a terrible mental state because of the strange sights they had witnessed. With the appearance of Kriel, a massive and incomprehensible surge of information flooded into their minds, completely overwhelming them!

Throughout the entire battlefield, more than 3,000 police officers and special response forces were wiped out within just a dozen seconds of Krell's appearance, with over 600 falling to the ground!

But until now, Creel has only made an appearance, only been seen by others, and hasn't done anything at all.

More than 600 people were rendered incapable of fighting!

The entire defensive line collapsed instantly, and the remaining men retreated in terror, not even daring to point their guns at the monster.

Kriel didn't take them seriously at all.

He strode over to a burning armored vehicle.

There lay a fishman whose body had been half blown off by a heavy machine gun, and he was about to die.

Kriel stretched out his large, claw-covered hand and grabbed the dying member of his race.

The surrounding water seemed to come alive, flowing down Creel's arm and quickly converging at the fishman's wound.

Under the chilling gazes of everyone, the water transformed into dark green fleshy buds, and the fishman's bones, internal organs, and scales regrowed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In just a few seconds, a half-crippled fishman came back to life!

"Boss, boss..." the fishman said in a trembling voice.

Kriel put him down, his voice low: "Go to the back."

This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present who remained conscious.

What is this?

Even if half your body is blown up, it can grow back?

This is no longer some kind of supernatural ability, this is...

miracle!

Upon witnessing this scene, a police officer dropped his gun with a clatter, his legs went weak, and he collapsed into a puddle, his lips trembling and his eyes filled with despair.

How can they win?

You cut the fishman in half, but he just picks it up, glues it back together, and he's a hero again!

How can we fight like this?

"Night Owl! All heavy weapons, aim at the target, fire simultaneously!"

Davis was the first to break free from extreme fear. He ran to the machine gun and gripped the trigger tightly.

The remaining Night Owl team members also seemed to wake from a dream, forcibly suppressing the fear in their hearts, and opened fire simultaneously with two M249 squad automatic guns! An M72 anti-tank rocket launcher followed closely behind!

"Da da da da da da da—"

Large-caliber bullets mixed with rockets rained down on Kriel!

boom!

The massive fireball from the explosion engulfed Kriel's figure, and the shockwave whipped up debris and dust, filling the air with thick smoke.

"Was he killed?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Everyone held their breath.

The smoke slowly dissipated.

Kriel remained standing in the same spot.

All the kinetic energy from those large-caliber bullets and rockets couldn't even leave a mark on him!

Davis's eyes twitched violently. Before he could give his next order, Creel suddenly glanced at him, and the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of suffocation gripped his throat.

This is not a physical inability to breathe.

His trachea was clear, and he was surrounded by air, but he just couldn't inhale any oxygen.

What he couldn't breathe was his spirit!

His spirit, his soul, seemed to have fallen into an abyss at that moment.

Davis's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.

He seemed to know how Roberts died.

……

Washington, D.C., conference room.

The holographic projection is showing the live battle situation in the District of Columbia.

The meeting room was in complete chaos.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell? Tell me what this thing is!"

"Weren't they supposed to be just a bunch of mutated fishmen? Weren't they supposed to be able to handle them with heavy firepower? What's going on here?!"

"Can someone tell me what it means for a four-meter-tall monster to appear, capable of conjuring seawater out of thin air and rapidly healing other fish-men! It didn't even move, yet it scared six hundred of us to death! Huh?!"

A high-ranking military officer slammed the report in his hand onto the table, spitting as he spoke.

The intelligence chief wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Sir, the data transmitted from the scene shows..."

Just then, the scene on the big screen switched, interrupting the intelligence chief's words, and a close-up of Creel's cold, indifferent face appeared in the center of the screen.

Everyone in the conference room looked at the screen at the same time.

Instantly, everyone felt an extremely oppressive feeling, and a sharp pain came from the depths of their brains, as if a huge amount of information had been forcibly stuffed into them. But when they tried to recall it carefully, they couldn't remember anything. It was as if the human brain's self-protection mechanism had been triggered, automatically deleting that information.

"Bang!"

A civilian official sitting at the end of the table suddenly rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground along with his chair.

Dead silence.

Fear began to spread rapidly.

A person died right in front of them.

However, they didn't even know what had happened!

After a brief silence, the white-haired old man spoke, his tone resolute and unwavering:

"Launch missiles, bomb them, if one isn't enough, use two, if two aren't enough, use ten, keep bombing them until they're all dead."

A politician jumped to his feet: "Missiles? Are you crazy?! Do you know what you're talking about?! This is the city center! Our territory!"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man's eyes turned bloodshot. He pointed at the large screen and roared, "Do I need you to remind me?! I'm asking you, if we don't kill him now, what will happen when he leaves Columbia District?!"

"We just glanced at the video on a screen, and someone fell ill! What would happen if this thing started causing destruction all over the country?"

"This isn't a terrorist! This is a monster! A monster with superpowers!"

The politician opened his mouth, but then fell silent.

Voting begins.

Apart from two politicians who wanted to keep prisoners alive and cast dissenting votes, everyone else voted in favor.

Ultimately, those in favor far outnumbered those against.

The missile launch has been confirmed.