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Zhao Hao had already received a call from Colt, so he quickly took Orange, Aowu, and the others and set off.

Meanwhile, the Silver Secrets meeting also adjourned, but a small number of members organized to participate in the event.

The Bureau of Mysteries is, after all, an official organization, and now that it needs help, there are still people willing to lend a hand.

Chanem, draped in a black cloak, walked briskly behind him. Azidlin called out to him, "Brother Chanem, are you also going to lend a hand? Why don't we go together?"

He hadn't forgotten the time he was surrounded by countless paper figures and given a sound beating. He knew that this seemingly unsociable and eccentric person was actually quite powerful.

However, it was already difficult for Zhao Hao to multitask, let alone pretend in front of them.

Chanem said, "No, although I would like to lend a hand, I am used to acting alone." With that, he left.

Many people in the team were unhappy with him.

Xenophobia and isolation are more prevalent in small circles. It's normal for mavericks to be ostracized.

Zhao Hao ignored them; his intuition told him that something big was about to happen.

The dream world within the entire "Liberty City" area is now in extreme turmoil.

Few people sleep at this time, but those who do are prone to nightmares. These nightmares are often related to filth, gluttony, and demons.

Zhao Hao stood atop a tall building, consuming spiritual energy to observe the aura.

It's not easy to observe the Qi of Liberty City.

In such a megacity, the heart of America, with seven million inhabitants, the atmospheric conditions are extraordinary. It's like trying to see an unparalleled behemoth; to do so would be incredibly taxing.

During this observation, Zhao Hao saw a very bad sign.

The clouds above Liberty City turned green! The green of greenbottle flies!

Moreover, the cloud formations are changing drastically, transforming from a bald eagle into a distorted humanoid shape!

Clouds are very telling.

The bald eagle represents America's fortune. As the world's strongest nation after World War II, excluding the Song Dynasty, its fortune is truly remarkable.

But what kind of monster could possibly disrupt the overall fortune of Liberty City, and even be usurping the fortune of this world-class metropolis with seven million inhabitants? What the hell is going on?

At this moment, Zhao Hao closed one eye, focusing on controlling Chanem, and had already reached the nearest blockade.

Although the black-clad agents spotted him, they were unable to stop him.

Moreover, the mission of the Mysterious Bureau is to prevent anyone from leaving the sealed-off area. If a superhuman enters, they can simply leave it alone.

As the first city of America, there are still some scattered, wild superhumans like these.

Furthermore, various extraordinary organizations, both large and small, will lend a helping hand in such situations. Therefore, there is no need for conflict.

Once inside the sealed-off area, it was a complete mess.

Zhao Hao had only seen that scene in a video of "zero-yuan purchase" in his previous life. All the shops on the street were destroyed, and there were even cars on fire on the street. He didn't know who had set them on fire in the chaos.

Westerners have this tendency to take advantage of chaos; once things get out of hand, there are many who will loot and plunder. They're just waiting for this opportunity to unleash their usual perverse desires.

Before Zhao Hao even encountered anyone infected with gluttony, he first ran into a group of three rioters.

These three bastards simply covered their faces with a cloth and began their robbery. They smashed open the window of a shop on the street and went inside to rob it. Not only that, they also assaulted the female shop assistant.

Chanem's body is exquisitely crafted, worth at least 300,000 US dollars, and is fully functional with excellent results.

So he could hear the faint shout even from thirty meters away.

As he walked past, countless invisible psychic threads combined and quickly entered the shop, connecting to the arms of the three rioters.

The next moment, the three of them lost control and started fighting each other, wildly swinging their clubs and daggers at each other's vitals.

……

Zhao Hao observed the entire building from the rooftop and indeed discerned some clues.

There were twenty or thirty locked-down "bulimia infection zones" that were ignored, and five other places where psionic anomalies were abnormally distorted.

Those were five fast food restaurants; they were no longer hiding or pretending, and they couldn't hide anymore.

Those selected gluttons have become so alienated that they are no longer recognizable as human. They have started to break out of fast food restaurants that have no food and run into the streets!

"...Also, Zhao Hao, call Colt again. You need to find a way to block the ring road immediately. There's someone causing trouble on the road too! I can see weird black clouds from this far away... Wait, not black clouds! Holy crap, they're countless flies!"

As intelligence gradually came together, the Bureau of Mysteries had already made some guesses.

"It's the Lord of the Flies!"

Colt dared not call him by his first name, as doing so at this time would likely be overheard or even noticed.

"Does the Fly Lord want to descend upon the surface world?!" Shire was so shocked by this news that her eyes widened.

Colt shook his head: "Impossible. The current surface world cannot contain Him. Even a Silver-level avatar can only exist in the inner world. But whether it's the surface world or the inner world, we cannot allow Him to descend!"

At this moment, all the extraordinary forces in Free City have been mobilized. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. If we don't help now, and the Demon King of Hell really descends, then things will get interesting!

At this point, the Gluttony Cult's true purpose was revealed: to be an avatar of Beelzebub.

The reason for choosing Liberty City was that only here, as the venue for the ceremony, could it possibly succeed.

Even just a fraction of the gluttonous desires of seven million people would be enough.

Psychic energy is the power of the mind, which is why the psychic ocean is more active and unfathomable in places where countless intelligent beings gather.

Only then are you qualified to do something big; you can't become a dragon by diving.

The reason for choosing Ame was even simpler: this land was "ownerless."

Chapter 235 No Man's Land

The term "no man's land" doesn't mean there are no people on this land. It means there are no gods on this land!

Let's not even talk about China, with its complex and iterative pantheon.

The West, needless to say, has countless pantheons: ancient Greece, Celts, Norse mythology, Sumerian religions, ancient Egypt… and then there are monotheistic religions.

Some cultures, like Persia, also have their own mythological pantheon.

Even Fusang has its own pantheon, with eight million gods, which sounds quite intimidating.

Even the Bangbang Peninsula has its own immature mythology, which is nothing more than a very primitive and ancient totem shamanism. At least it's not quite there yet.

But what is there in this land of Ami?

You mean Protestantism? That doesn't count.

It's not like a group of people come, knock out the original owner, say "I've taken this place," and then this place becomes your god's territory.

This connection between the land and the pantheon is very deep and close, and it requires more time, civilization, and ties.

South America has its own pantheon, such as Aztec mythology and ancient Inca mythology, although it didn't stop them when they were occupied by colonists.

But they had a god behind them, so they managed to preserve a portion of their bloodline, and their faith was still being passed down secretly in the underworld.

But what about North America? Nothing at all!

The totem beliefs of the Native Americans are nothing compared to what's to come. Besides, who among the Amis people today believes in that? They were wiped out back then.

From God's perspective, this is now a no-man's-land.

It's easier to get things done in no man's land.

If the Lord of the Flies were to cause trouble in Europe or other ancient civilizations, He would absolutely fail.

If it could have succeeded, it wouldn't have taken until today.

Even now, though silver has vanished and fallen into an unpredictable slumber, it doesn't mean their power has completely disappeared.

Just like those who were deified after death in the Celestial Empire, the influence of those silver-level beings has its own image gathered in the depths of the psionic sea. As long as they are not completely eliminated, they will always have an effect.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily.

At the very least, issuing warnings, admonitions, prophecies, or even reinforcing the role of a messenger in solving problems are all acceptable.

Therefore, the fact that the Lord of the Flies' Gluttony Order chose the Free City of Ame for their Advent ceremony had a profound meaning.

It needs to be populated by a large number of people, be prosperous enough, have sufficient influence, and not have too many extraordinary obstacles, especially not have a deep mythological background.

After looking around, there really aren't many suitable places.

Liberty City is the most suitable one.

Although the power of the Mysterious Bureau here should not be underestimated, it is insignificant compared to the real troubles.

Their plan was far-reaching. First, they had to corrupt a group of influential people to facilitate their plans, and then gradually cultivate them over a long period of time until the right time came for them to become corrupt.

Then came the selection process, which took years to identify suitable gluttons—a crucial part of the ritual. This act was necessary to appease the Lord of the Flies, the representative of the original sin of gluttony.

Then came the massive gluttony contagion caused by fast food billboards, which was intended to increase the spread of the original sin of gluttony in the city, to add to the ritual, and at the same time to further please the Lord of the Flies.

Then there were the psionic flies released along the ring road. These creatures were native to Hell, and countless resources had been spent cultivating them. The massive swarms of psionic flies were a necessary condition for the arrival of the Fly King's avatar.

Finally, there is filth!

There are many reasons why the Lord of the Flies is called the Lord of the Flies.

But the biggest reason is that, in the process of spreading his fame, he earned the titles of "King of Dung Hills" and "King of Ghosts".

How much waste can a city of seven million people produce in a day? The answer is an enormous amount!

Once the condition of "impurity" is met, the ritual is essentially on track. At that point, stopping the ritual will require a battle of wits with the Fly Lord from afar!

……

Although the Bureau of Mysteries had roughly analyzed the purpose of this large-scale ceremony, which affected most of Queens, a small part of the Bronx and Brooklyn, and faced Manhattan Island across the river, they naturally could not know the other party's westward plans in such a hurry, and could only treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.

What they need to do now, and can only do, is to first rescue ordinary people, and then control those who are infected by the original sin of gluttony and eat excessively.

At that moment, the Gluttons, who had completely mutated into Gluttonous Monsters, rushed out from the five fast food outlets.

It's been less than two hours since they were gathered to eat. They've already completely transformed into them.

Chanem, dressed in a black robe and expressionless, was about to encounter one.

Five fast food restaurants spawned a total of 99 Gluttons. These Gluttons are all around Iron 3-4 level, but this is not unimaginable.

As long as they eat, as long as they keep eating, they can still grow. This is a special ability of gluttons.

The one Chanem encountered was quite strong; it was a 4-star Black Iron Glutton.

Its appearance no longer shows any trace of humanity; it looks more like a dinosaur.