I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

"Hahaha, as expected, homeless people have never had any human rights."

Li Ming sat on a bench across the street, holding a can of cola, watching the scene with great interest.

He sat there under the streetlight, less than fifty meters away from the group of armed police officers, but no one noticed him.

【Illusion (Blue)】—A new ability obtained from the Necronomicon, with a simple and brutal effect: concealing his form and stripping away his presence. If he so chooses, humans at their current level would absolutely be unable to detect his existence.

This is the ability he just acquired; not only that, he also acquired other abilities:

[Observation (White)]: Perceiving others' gaze and probing.

【Nirvana (Blue)】: Accelerated cell division, super self-healing.

【Tuogu (Blue)】: Reorganization of bone and muscle density, hardening of the body.

【Gap Worm (Blue)】: Moving at high speed.

The chaotic energy needed to exchange for these abilities was all supplied by Creel.

Li Ming was becoming increasingly satisfied with his first "proxy"; Kriel's work efficiency was truly remarkable.

First, he developed his race, then shocked the world with a series of murders in Columbia District, and robbed a serious criminal in the street, which brought the supernatural event and the new race to the attention of those big shots. Even though those big shots were desperately trying to suppress the exposure of the event, he still gained a lot of chaotic power during this time.

"Unfortunately, it's still not enough."

Looking at the amount of chaotic power required to upgrade from purple to red, Li Ming felt a little numb. Right now, his chaotic power wasn't even enough for a fraction of the upgrade. Otherwise, he really wanted to upgrade [Abyss] to red and see how powerful it would be!

Shaking his head, Li Ming stopped thinking about those distant things and began to consider his next move.

First, there's Creel. He works so hard, so he definitely deserves a reward. We should upgrade him so it will be easier for him to cause trouble.

Currently, Kriel's [Abyss] is only blue. After upgrading Kriel, Li Ming plans to find two more new "tools" to speed up the collection of Chaos Force.

Rumble.

The roar of the propellers cutting through the air overhead brought Li Ming's thoughts back to reality.

Several all-black military helicopters hovered above the street, and the strong winds whipped up trash and cardboard boxes from the ground.

The rope was thrown down.

Fully armed special forces soldiers slid down the ropes quickly, their movements perfectly synchronized and without a single unnecessary word.

Night Owl Special Response Team has arrived.

Li Ming leaned back in his chair, looked at the group of well-trained soldiers, chuckled, and casually tossed the empty can into the trash can.

"A bigger drama is coming, Creel, are you ready?"

……

Off the coast of Columbia District, at a depth of 100 meters.

The underwater world is completely different from that on land.

There were no sirens, no gunshots, no of the endless noises of the human world, only the low hum of the flowing sea and the occasional soft murmur of a school of fish stirring the water.

Amidst a group of reefs covered in seaweed, over a hundred dark green figures are scattered about.

This is the temporary base established by Creel.

Fish-men can breathe and see underwater, and move several times faster than they can on land.

The seabed is their natural base.

Several fishmen sat around a flat reef, wearing tactical vests they had seized from the escort team.

"So, what do you think we are now? Marines? Or a seafood commando unit?" A slender fishman poked his scales with his webbed fingers.

"Shut up, Raymond. You were always so talkative back in the army," a burly murloc next to him retorted irritably.

"I used to talk a lot in the army because I was a communications soldier; talking was my job, you understand?"

"You're not a communications soldier anymore."

"So what am I now?"

"fish."

"..."

Not far away, Marcus sat on a protruding rock, his eyes closed, carefully sensing the flow of the surrounding seawater. A small whirlpool began to appear around him.

Marcus is very talented; he can be said to be the fastest learner of water control among this group of murlocs, besides Kriel.

Deep within the base, in a naturally formed underwater cave, Creel sat alone.

In front of him were several waterproof maps brought down from the mainland, on which the street layout of Columbia District, the locations of major government buildings, and several possible attack and retreat routes were drawn with the tips of his claws.

After carving the last mark, Kriel leaned against the cave wall.

He knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Kidnap Marcus and wipe out the entire escort convoy!

This is no longer a serial murder case; it is a direct provocation against the state apparatus.

Those sitting high up in Washington will definitely not let this go.

But they won't go all out right away.

Kree knew those politicians all too well. When they heard words like "fishman" or "superhuman," their first reaction was definitely not "to eliminate the threat immediately," but rather "can this thing be used to my advantage?"

They want living specimens, they want to study them, they want to turn the power of the fish-men into the cornerstone of the next generation of military technology.

Therefore, the first wave of troops will most likely be carrying the additional mission of "capturing prisoners alive".

This is exactly the opportunity he needs!

His individual combat strength is top-notch in the clan, but he is not confident when facing real heavy firepower.

"Sigh, if I were more capable, I wouldn't have to worry about these things. Right now, I can only focus on developing my abilities."

Kriel planned to develop rapidly while the other side was "capturing prisoners".

Expand the quantity, improve the quality, and take advantage of the ocean as their home ground to turn the Colombian coast into their iron wall.

Kriel closed his eyes.

He cannot die.

It wasn't because he was afraid.

Instead, he wanted to live on with these brothers who had been abandoned by the country, and he wanted to make those high-ranking politicians pay the price.

Only in this way can we live up to the new life that the Lord has given us!

Exhaustion gradually eroded my consciousness.

Just before Creel was about to fall into a deep sleep, the whisper reappeared.

Kriel remembered clearly that the last time he heard the whispers, the voice didn't sound like the voice of this world at all; it felt more like it had pierced through time and space.

This time, the sound was noticeably closer; at least it could be felt as the sound of this world. However, the distance was still very far, so far that Creel didn't know how to describe it.

The whispers were no longer chaotic and complicated; he could understand two words from them, even though the language wasn't English or any human language at all. He could still "understand" them.

Then comes the feeling of being watched.

In that endless void, a pair of enormous eyes were watching him. The feeling of being stared at by a giant eyeball in the midst of nothingness would have driven anyone else crazy.

But Kerr was even more excited by this feeling.

He could feel that those eyes were getting closer to him.

host!

I like him even more now!