Doomsday police, please show your god/demon ID card.

Thirty minutes later.

creak-

The convoy stopped at a street corner about one kilometer from the International Trade Center.

"Team Leader Tang, we've arrived." Wang Hu's voice came from the driver's seat.

Tang Long pushed open the car door, and an indescribable smell instantly filled his nostrils.

The air no longer smelled of simple decay, but rather of something burnt, as if a large amount of meat had evaporated under high temperatures and then fermented for a long time in a confined space.

The fog around us was thicker than anywhere else we had been before.

It was no longer a simple grayish-white, but had a strange bluish-black tinge, as if the whole world was soaked in moldy ink.

"Well……"

One of the young police officers in the team couldn't help but gag, covering his mouth.

Tang Long couldn't help but frown slightly.

He waved his hand, fanned himself against his nose, and then ordered, "Don't waste time, find a high vantage point!"

"Yes."

The group arrived at a nearby office building, which was over thirty stories high.

The building was eerily quiet, without a single zombie in sight, only thick dust and scattered documents.

The group made their way to the rooftop.

However, they discovered that the thick, bluish-black fog was like a wall, enveloping the entire world. Not only could they not see the Global Trade Building a kilometer away, but they could not even see the street scene below.

"Damn it, this awful weather! I can't see anything!" Wang Hu spat, then helplessly put down the binoculars he had been holding up.

Tang Long shook his head and looked at a police officer in charge of technology in the team: "Get ready, send the drone out."

"yes!"

The officer responded and immediately opened the equipment box on his back to assemble the drone.

hum~

With a soft buzzing sound, the drone took off vertically and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

The operator put on tactical goggles, and the real-time footage transmitted back by the drone was displayed on a tablet in his hand.

Tang Long and several core members immediately surrounded them.

The image on the screen swayed as the drone flew, the camera piercing through layers of dark blue fog, rapidly approaching the Global Trade Building.

Soon, the building's massive silhouette appeared on the screen.

The drone lowered its altitude and hovered over the plaza at the base of the building.

Then, everyone in front of the screen held their breath for a moment.

The square was filled with headless zombies.

Thousands upon thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of headless zombies gathered here from every street and every ruin, yet maintained an eerie silence, forming an enormous fan shape around the building.

All the headless zombies were facing the building, leaning slightly forward, with their hands clasped together.

They stood motionless, as if they had been standing there for centuries.

There were no roars, no movements, only deathly silence.

It resembled an extremely large-scale cult ritual, and the god they worshipped was this very skyscraper.

"My God..." The operator's voice was a little dry.

"What...what are they worshipping?" another officer muttered to himself.

Wang Hu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He wanted to curse, but found he couldn't utter a single swear word.

The scene before him was beyond his comprehension.

Tang Long narrowed his eyes and gave the order.

"Let's fly the drone in and take a look."

"Yes."

The operator controlled the drone, which flew through a broken, huge floor-to-ceiling window into the lobby on the first floor of the building.

It was completely empty inside.

There was nothing there except for dust and discarded office supplies.

There were no living creatures, no corpses, not even a shadow of a zombie.

The drone continued upwards, one layer, two layers, three layers...

Offices, meeting rooms, break rooms...

Everywhere was empty, deathly silent.

"No way! What on earth is going on?" Wang Hu finally couldn't hold back anymore. He pointed at the screen, his face full of disbelief.

"Are thousands of ghosts outside bowing to an empty building for ages?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Isn't the Queen here?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, their faces filled with confusion and absurdity.

Tang Long didn't speak; he looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan's brows furrowed slightly as she closed her eyes and carefully sensed what was happening.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and insisted, "My senses are right, the source should be here."

Now, everyone was completely baffled.

However, at that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Tang Long.

He recalled the scene he had inadvertently witnessed with binoculars when he was still at the police station base.

That black shadow, composed of countless human heads, floated in the clouds.

A bold guess gradually took shape in his mind.

"Wait, don't waste your time in the building." Tang Long said in a deep voice, "Get out, fly into the sky, keep flying, and keep flying until I tell you to stop."

Although they did not understand Tang Long's intentions, the operators immediately carried out the order.

The drone flew out of the building and began to climb.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, three hundred meters, five hundred meters...

After being modified by Chen Ming, this police reconnaissance and strike drone can theoretically reach an altitude of 5,000 meters.

The drone plunged into the dark blue clouds, and the interface began to become chaotic, making it impossible to see anything.

"Team Leader Tang, should we continue flying?" The operator glanced at Tang Long instinctively.

"Go on, don't mention it! Fly as high as you can."

"yes!"

The drone gradually ascended.

About ten minutes passed.

The bluish-black color on the screen began to fade, gradually revealing a glimmer of light.

"Look! It looks like it's about to break through the clouds!" a police officer shouted.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes glued to the screen.

Finally, the drone broke through the top of the fog.

The blinding light turned the screen instantly white, and everyone instinctively squinted.

A few seconds later, the image gradually returned to normal.

The drone hovered above the sea of ​​clouds.

Below was a surging, bluish-black mist, like an endless black ocean.

Above, a rare sight in this apocalyptic world, was the sky, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

Everyone was slightly lost in thought for a moment.

sun.

This word is far removed from them now.

"This is... out?" Wang Hu was a little stunned.

"So beautiful..." Su Yan couldn't help but exclaim softly.

However, Tang Long's gaze did not fall upon the magnificent sea of ​​clouds.

His gaze was fixed intently on the center of the screen.

Against the backdrop of a golden sky, an enormous, indescribable shadow hung silently in the air.

"What...what is that?"

"Is that a cloud? It has such a strange shape," a team member muttered quietly.

Gradually, as the drone drew closer, the camera automatically adjusted its focus, and the details of the shadow began to become clear.

The outline of that shadow became clearer and clearer, more and more specific...

Finally, when a crucial detail was captured and magnified by a high-definition camera.

Suddenly, a deathly silence fell over the screen.

That's not a cloud.

That's not a cloud at all!

That was a face.

A huge woman's face made up of countless, densely packed human heads!

This face floats at the boundary between the sea of ​​fog and the clear sky, like a deity that has existed on the other side since time immemorial; even the wide-angle lens of a drone cannot capture its full appearance.

The contours of the faces are made up of thousands of men’s faces contorted in agony, their teeth clenched, their eyes bulging, and veins throbbing at their temples.

The high, straight nose was made up of countless heads of old men with numb expressions and empty eyes, their skin like dried tree bark, their eye sockets sunken, as if all life had been drained away.

And those tightly closed lips were made up of countless childlike faces.

Their heads were pressed together, stacked, and merged, like clay being kneaded together by an invisible hand, forming a magnificent yet ferocious face.

Some of the heads still had their eyes open, filled with endless despair and resentment.

Some of the heads had their mouths wide open, as if they were making an eternal, silent scream.

They were like living things, wriggling slightly on this giant face, each movement causing subtle changes in the face's expression.

At that moment, everyone who saw this scene felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and goosebumps instantly erupted all over their bodies.

My mind went blank, my heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and even breathing became difficult.

This is a deepest fear that originates from the instinct for life.

It is a carbon-based life form that experiences physiological tremors when confronting a deity that transcends comprehension and imagination.

until...

The control terminal in the operator's hand fell to the concrete ground of the rooftop with a "clatter".

As if waking from a dream, everyone collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

Wang Hu's lips trembled as he stared blankly at the giant face on the control terminal screen that had fallen to the ground, a face composed of countless hardships and despair. His voice was so soft it sounded like a dream.

"This...this...this is...the Queen?"