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A loud bark rang out, and two enormous shadows flashed past from the basement...

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Chapter 223 Dreaming of Reality Within a Dream~

Colt led his men to inspect the scene in the alley.

The victim's body had already been removed, and a rough human-shaped outline had been drawn on the ground with lime. But to be honest, it was really hard to imagine what posture that half-body outline was in.

On the contrary, the dried bloodstains on the ground still looked fresh, after all, only a dozen hours had passed. The scene was well preserved.

Colt held up a strange, camera-like device, much larger than a handheld camera, and scanned the ground inch by inch.

In the image of this psionic machine, traces of psionic energy that have not yet dissipated can be seen.

The most noticeable feature is the claw print. A huge claw print, nearly 25 centimeters in diameter!

Marilena, standing to the side, tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, covered her nose, and looked displeased.

She not only smelled the pungent stench of blood, but also a odor that she instinctively loathed.

A group of men in black were bustling around, setting up various devices in an attempt to track down the killer monster.

On a small hill outside the town, Zhao Hao stood on a large rock and looked out.

He squinted, observing the clouds above the town against the sunlight.

The skill of observing qi requires a relatively long observation period, so during battles, Zhao Hao can usually only take a quick look to make a rough judgment.

However, given the time and resources to conduct detailed and comprehensive observations, much more detailed information can be obtained.

In addition, with the analysis and acquisition of Zhao Hao's Fate Hint Eye, the anomalies in the entire town were displayed as clearly as a map in a game.

The chaotic atmosphere surrounding the town, interspersed with streaks of crimson, indicated that several horrific deaths had occurred within the town, causing widespread disarray and a loss of morale.

There are now three streams of psionic energy in the town.

The first group was Colt and his team. After all, they were American officials, and when a group of them acted together, their demeanor formed a seemingly legitimate but ultimately ambiguous image of the United States.

This fortune will not affect combat power, but it will interfere with people's hearts, impressions, thoughts, luck, and so on.

For example, when this group of people are together, the Amis people subconsciously feel a sense of authority. If questioned or interrogated, most of them will panic and have no choice but to answer honestly.

Another surge of spiritual energy manifested as a crimson cloud. Zhao Hao had seen it last night, but today the crimson color had spread outwards, expanding its reach.

"William of the Holy Blood, no doubt about it, it was his doing. Could this bastard be targeting ordinary people, planning something big?"

The members of the Shadow Organization are not benevolent; some even have a clear background in evil organizations.

William, the Holy Blood, was clearly not a law-abiding citizen, and Zhao Hao was worried that the town was going to suffer this time.

The last wisp of spiritual energy was rather strange. First, it was elusive, not always present, and its appearance was brief. It took the form of a gray, ferocious beast, and would quickly disappear into a wisp, drifting aimlessly above the town, its location impossible to pinpoint.

This should be the key to the haunted realm.

It appears to be activated, but its location cannot be confirmed.

Zhao Hao took out some psionic constructs made of wood and metal from his ring and assembled them into a humanoid shape. Then he took out a gem, imprinted it with chaotic magic, and finally dripped a drop of blood into it as the puppet's core.

Then he took out a pre-cut paper figure, placed it on the puppet, and performed the consecration.

The puppet and the paper figure merged and were transformed into a middle-aged white man with a stiff expression and a pale face.

Zhao Hao was not satisfied with what he saw, so he crossed his hands and instantly formed a hand seal, using a transformation technique to transform the puppet into the image in his mind.

"Wow, that's really good!" Zhao Hao walked around the puppet. "It's so realistic, there's not a single flaw."

Zhao Hao returned to the cave and sat down. He then had the clay puppets seal the door, Xiao Ruan lay down on the ground, and Wang Cai hid in the shadows to guard it.

He closed his eyes and entered a dream state. Then, lying in the bamboo house, he closed his eyes again. In the next instant, his consciousness, guided by the chaotic magic, entered the puppet's body.

Now, Zhao Hao has completely transformed into the puppeteer Chanem Jornan.

This is a dream-body puppet projection technique he created by drawing on the projected memories of the Shadow Organization and combining them with his own intelligent puppet technology.

To be honest, Zhao Hao felt that he was already one of the best among the old tricks of the game when he came up with the idea of ​​the main body hiding in a dream, then dreaming within a dream and projecting it into the puppet's body.

He raised his hand and looked at it over and over, then walked around, jumped, and moved his fingers to test their dexterity.

"It's alright. It's just that the texture of this skin feels off; I can only look at it, not touch it."

After putting on the clothes prepared for him, Chanem Howe descended the mountain.

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By the time Chanem arrived in town, it was already evening.

He was just like an ordinary traveler passing through; he found a hotel and booked a standard single room.

After finishing my work, I sat on the bed. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dark.

The hotel was basic, but we weren't staying there anyway. Besides, while the puppet had some tactile sensation, it only provided physical contact; there was no comfort or pain involved, so it didn't really matter.

After the sun set, the town quickly fell silent.

The shops on the street were all closed, and there wasn't a single pedestrian in sight. Only the long-neglected streetlights silently cast the dim yellow light of ten years ago.

Although you don't feel pain until the knife cuts you, there are still many people who are afraid of dying. After the third death occurred in the town, many people went home early and locked their front and back doors before nightfall.

Colt occupied a large office in the police station, where many psionic instruments had already been set up, and psionic probes had been buried along the main roads and important locations throughout the town.

The outline of the entire town is displayed on a screen. If there is a significant psionic reaction, it will appear on a map on the screen.

It must be said that with the rapid resurgence of psionic energy, the research department of the Bureau of Mysteries is not to be underestimated.

They've recruited a lot of researchers from the underworld and psionic scientists like Winston. Psionic machinery is developing very rapidly!

William of Holy Blood is in a warehouse on a farm on the outskirts of town.

More than thirty people have quietly gathered here. They were all lured here by their relatives and friends. After arriving, under William's psychic influence, they quickly drank wine mixed with William's blood and became his "followers".

"Drink my holy blood, and I bestow upon you my beauty, health, and strength; from this day forward, we are one..." He stood on the wooden platform, chanting softly, his entire being appearing incomparably holy, like an angel!

In Joyce's basement, two dark shadows flashed by.

Suddenly, Joyce's mother heard the back door creak. She was very confused, as she was sure she had closed the door.

She was a little scared and called out to her son softly, but Joyce, sitting on the sofa, only glanced at her before turning back to watch TV.

However, his pupils were dilated and unfocused, clearly indicating that he wasn't paying attention to the television screen...

Suddenly, the streetlights went out one by one, as if something was panting and running past in the darkness.

The instruments in Colt's office started beeping.

He and Marina immediately rushed out the door with several fully armed men in black.

The streetlights suddenly went out in two directions, one heading towards a farm on the edge of town, and the other towards an old house in the town.

The farm is William, and the old house is the bachelor who tried to patronize a prostitute for free.

"Ahhhhhh!" A short, drawn-out scream was cut off almost immediately, barely carrying far. The bachelor was dead; it happened in the blink of an eye.

A screeching sound of brakes rang out on the street as the Bureau of Mysteries' jeep came to a stop. Well-trained agents in black, armed with psionic weapons and dressed in special combat suits, jumped out of the vehicle.

Colt and Marilena followed closely behind, running towards the house from which the screams had come.

The lead black-clad agent wore special goggles that prevented him from directly witnessing the monster and causing mental shock, while also allowing him to detect the bright traces left by psionic energy. He kept making tactical hand gestures, directing his teammates to change combat formations.

With a crash, a massive object smashed through an entire window and burst out of the house. It had detected the danger before the black-clad agents could even form a perimeter!

The black-clad agents immediately opened fire. The psionic bullets, engraved with runes, hit the monster and had some effect, but they could only break through its defenses superficially; the bullets got stuck in its fur and couldn't penetrate any deeper.

The black-clad agent, wearing goggles, could only see the monster's general outline, but Colt and Marilena could see it clearly.

This is actually a huge, somewhat mutated canine!

Its forelimbs became more like hands, huge, flexible, and long, while its hind limbs bent back more sharply, making it appear to crawl close to the ground. Its body was somewhat hunched, but large enough to reach three meters in length excluding its tail! Its fur was entirely grayish-black.

Two blood-red eyes, like two crimson lanterns in the night, sent chills down one's spine and made one's body stiffen and tremble uncontrollably just by looking into them.

"Awooo~" After being shot at by several guns, the mutated vicious dog suddenly lunged forward, and with a swing of its long forelimbs, it sent a black-clad agent flying several meters and crashing to the ground.

The moment the black-clad agent was hit, a glimmer of psionic energy flashed from his combat suit, blocking most of the impact. However, this single blow rendered the mass-produced psionic combat suit unusable.

The black-clad agent also fainted, rendered unable to fight. But at least he wasn't dead.

Judging from the power and speed that giant dog displayed, this blow would have ruptured the internal organs of even a bear.

In an instant, Mariana transformed, cat ears sprouted from her head, and sharp nails grew from her fingertips. She charged forward silently but with incredible speed.

Colt then pulled out several handcrafted, engraved tungsten steel armor-piercing rounds and replaced the bullets in his large revolver...

Another vicious dog ran into the farm in the darkness.

William, who was receiving praise from believers in the warehouse, instantly sensed something had entered the farm and couldn't help but laugh: "It's just a beast."

Chapter 224 The Cicada Awaits

With a "bang," the thick wooden door with iron hoops in the warehouse was torn to shreds, and the next second a stream of red liquid spurted out, sending the bad dog that had been tearing down the door flying more than ten meters away, leaving a long trail on the farm ground.

This monstrous dog was even bigger than the one Colt and his companions had faced. The former was three meters long, but this one was five meters long! Its body was more severely mutated, with bone spurs and gelatinous skin everywhere. Its mouth was enormous, with sharp, scattered teeth.

That was only a Black Iron 3-star, this is only a Black Iron 4-star.

But William strolled out of the warehouse with a smile on his face, seemingly unconcerned.

Although he is young, only in his early thirties, he has already reached the level of Iron 5 for six or seven years.

Recognized by the Church of the Holy Blood as the Holy Son of North America, and known as the Holy Blood, this title is well-deserved.

He was one of the few chosen from tens of thousands of qualified test subjects worldwide during the Holy Blood Church's heyday. His body was almost perfectly fused with divine blood, resulting in incredibly fast leveling up! He never doubted his ability to advance to the Bronze level, because divine blood flowed within him!

Blood mist began to condense around him, and the blood mist droplets gradually grew larger, turning into blood beads.

The giant vicious dog pounced suddenly, leaping over a distance of more than ten meters.

But William raised his hand, and the blood around him suddenly transformed into a barrier in front of the giant dog.

The giant dog's claws scratched at the blood-red barrier, pressing it hard and causing it to dent, but ultimately the claws failed to tear the blood-red barrier apart.

"You're quite capable, aren't you?" William said.

He then swiftly swung his arm, unleashing a storm of blood-streaked thorns that lashed the giant dog. The whip tore the dog's skin open, leaving it covered in blood.

However, the blood was not from the giant hound, because the giant hound was not a creature of flesh and blood, but rather composed of psionic energy.