Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Isn't it all so that one day I can become a second-class vampire?

It's really disgusting to open the door to the disgust, and the disgust is home.

The vampire gang was no match for the werewolves. They were just paid traitors and, in the eyes of the vampires, were nothing but blood beasts. Did they really think they were some kind of second-class vampires?

The werewolf gang was wiped out, but the vampires have now set their sights on the werewolves.

After all, in the underworld, vampires aren't much of a match for werewolves, but now that you've come to my territory, you're courting death!

Putting aside everything else, the way vampires mobilize official power is truly astounding. They use all sorts of means to cultivate and recruit those human elites, and now look at how they're putting that to use.

They usually have the authorities send police officers or even troops to corner the werewolves until they are desperate and overwhelmed, before they come out to reap the rewards.

Some people have asked, why would the American government endorse vampires? They are the official government of humanity!

You don't understand. How many years can you be an official in the human race? Wouldn't it be wonderful to become a vampire?

Many powerful figures rose to power by accepting political donations from vampires, so their foundations are not upright.

Vampires are considered quite wealthy and powerful in the real world; otherwise, they wouldn't have survived until now without being completely eradicated.

The big casinos in Alaska and the major pharmaceutical companies in China are both inextricably linked to vampires. The connections are incredibly intricate!

This upheaval has made Christmas somewhat absurd.

Liberty City has even entered a state of martial law, with police cars broadcasting through loudspeakers urging everyone to stay home and enjoy the holiday, saying that there are rioters causing damage outside and it's very dangerous.

But is it safe to stay at home?

On Christmas Day, of course we have to talk about Santa Claus.

But all things carry yin and embrace yang, and with Santa Claus comes Santa Claus's nemesis, the powerful and evil spirit Krampus, which is derived from the myth of virtue over wisdom.

While special spirits like Santa Claus and Campos are practically nonexistent for the rest of the year, they are rare and powerful, reaching the pinnacle of bronze level, appearing around Christmas.

Their concept can even be extended to most of the areas influenced by Western civilization, appearing simultaneously in many parts of the world.

As psychic energy revives, this concept of psychic energy is gradually becoming more and more real and vibrant.

Who wouldn't want to expand their influence, become stronger, and become more authentic?

Santa Claus spreads joy and happiness and gives gifts, while Campos spreads pain, regret, and hatred.

On Christmas Eve, five Santa Claus murderers appeared in Liberty City.

It's unclear whether it's people whose spirits have become twisted dressing up as Santa Claus, or people dressing up as Santa Claus whose spirits have become twisted and turned into serial killers, but in any case, there are five people dressed as Santa Claus committing serial murders in Liberty City.

They're killing people randomly like madmen!

With each person they kill, their physical abilities increase. The black-clad agents were already stretched thin and constantly on the go, and at first they didn't know that five different criminals were behind the crimes. The clues and information were a mess, and they were often led by the nose, causing them to run around in circles and miss opportunities.

By the time the last criminal was left in the middle of the night, he had already killed 22 people and awakened his Qi, becoming a superhuman!

His abilities were also quite strange; his feet moved swiftly across the snow like skis, his Santa Claus costume allowed him to conceal his presence, and his wood-chopping axe could easily split even a two-centimeter-thick iron plate.

They even cleaved the front half of a police car in two with a single axe strike!

Judging from this, Campos won this Christmas, giving Santa Claus a good smear.

Originally, Zhao Hao's true form was supposed to stay by Elena's side and spend the holidays with the Adams family.

But it had come to this point, with even television stations reporting on the riots, that it was simply impossible to cover it up anymore.

Elena, being kind-hearted, advised Zhao Hao, "You should go help out instead of staying here with us. This year's Christmas is ruined, but if you can save more people, it will be worthwhile. Don't worry about the family; I can take care of myself."

Zhao Hao had given her many good things, and even though she didn't exercise much, she was often pulled into dreams by Zhao Hao to study new knowledge, so her spiritual energy level had reached Iron 3, which was enough to protect herself.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to go outside. From the air, the entire Liberty City was incredibly lively; every few blocks there was a spectacle to behold. A fierce battle was raging!

……

Christmas was a complete disaster.

The Bureau of Mysteries had made many predictions, but they still hadn't anticipated that things would be this complicated. It's almost a complete disaster!

To put it simply, over 40,000 ordinary people were involved in this extraordinary event. How can this be concealed? By taking photos of each and every one of them?!

The direct losses to Liberty City must be several hundred million dollars; at least many roads will need to be rebuilt. Some houses also collapsed, and the death toll is still being tallied.

Busy with the tail end of Christmas, the days passed quickly.

Zhao Hao: The new year is quietly approaching, please be kind to me in 83.

In 83, things were indeed very good for him. He was notified to attend a meeting on the first day, and when he arrived, he found that all the other candidates were already there.

Zhao Hao was on guard; it turned out this meeting was specifically for him and his group!

He suddenly remembered his phone call with Ciro last night. Ciro said that he had been assigned to handle many supernatural events in Europe recently, especially with a bronze-level supernatural artifact from the Roman Catholic Church. With the help of several veteran supernatural beings, he resolved a major demon's rampage and has now been forcibly promoted to the bronze level!

The reason for this so-called forced approach is that Xiluo himself realized that it seemed like he was being forced to grow things too fast.

Many treasures, items, potions, and rare materials were provided without any issues. Then, several "high-level accounts were used to boost his level," so much so that he didn't really feel the reality of the game and couldn't really grasp the essence of being a Bronze player. In short, he was already a Bronze player.

In this way, all thirteen candidates are now at the bronze level.

Is this a serious move?

To be honest, it felt really awkward for these thirteen oddly shaped people to sit together and look at each other.

Some people start arguing while chatting, while others just can't stand each other.

For example, the redneck witcher old Saipan kept provoking the big black Lincoln in his words, and the mad witch covered in iron nails kept spreading rumors about Prada.

Chris Hemsworth and the bald Dr. Sykes, whose facial expressions are split, are talking past each other, giving the impression of a mindless brute encountering a schizophrenic scientist.

Francis, the French paladin, had been planning to preach to Thomas, the Iron Man who seemed to have depression.

Sure enough, not long after, Colt and the chubby, mysterious bureau chief whom Zhao Hao had only met a few times and had never spoken to appeared.

If they don't show up soon, these people might start fighting.

Colt pursed his lips, his expression serious, which, combined with his shiny forehead, gave him a rather stern look.

On the contrary, the chubby, white-haired bureau chief, whom we rarely see and whose job we don't know, had a smile on his face and was very amiable.

"I am the director of the Bureau of Mysteries, you can call me Alexander. I know you all have many questions, please come with me, we'll talk as we walk..."

The two men led thirteen people through a futuristic-looking metal tunnel. Various virtual projections displayed psionic locks, iris locks, voiceprint locks, and all sorts of high-tech psionic devices.

Then they boarded a cool-looking vertical takeoff and landing aircraft... Was this a show of force?

To be honest, even Zhao Hao was taken aback, not expecting that the Mysterious Bureau had already progressed to this point in psionic technology.

Indeed, they mobilized the entire nation's resources, with thousands of top scientists leading the team, and they were conducting psionic research regardless of cost. That kind of power is unimaginable.

Upon arriving at a conference room, Colt distributed materials to everyone, while Director Alexander spoke up, saying, "Gentlemen, you must be wondering why you were chosen as this candidate for savior."

“This is no silly joke. You are all candidates for salvation chosen from the highest revelations and prophecies, such as the Weaver of Fate, the Old Testament, the super-intelligent Mr. Feynman, etc.”

"Ladies and gentlemen, our world is in imminent danger, and you bear the heavy responsibility of saving it!"

The chubby man spoke with a distinctive intonation and rhythm, clearly someone who spent years giving speeches and attending meetings.

However, the people here are not to be underestimated. To think you can get rid of them with just a few words is just nonsense.

"Wow, I had no idea I was so important~" Sam Rice, the youngest of the thirteen and still in high school, shrugged and laughed.

He is a born superhuman, possessing the extraordinary ability of teleportation. He is said to move with a thought, and his body follows his thoughts wherever they lead. He can even teleport to places he has never been before using photos or videos. One could say he can travel to the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu Mountains in the evening.

I wonder if Zhao Hao's barrier can trap him?

Sandru, the most taciturn of the thirteen, stared at the chubby bureau chief without saying a word. This answer from the savior hero failed to convince him.

However, the chubby bureau chief presented an even more convincing argument—Heaven!

Thor: Damn, I believe in Odin!

Zhao Hao: I read the Spring and Autumn Annals!

Prada: I'm not going to heaven either!

Ignoring the doubts in everyone's hearts, the chubby man said, "Gentlemen, we must hurry. Please take a look at the information in your hands. We are racing against the end of the world!"

Zhao Hao looked down at the information in his hand: God's Armed Forces

Chapter 359 Bearing a Heavy Burden and the Doomsday Clock

The Armory of God consists of thirteen items: the Ark of the Covenant, the Shroud of Turin, the Holy Grail, the Holy Foreskin, the True Cross, the Spear of Longinus, the Holy Nails, the Crown of Thorns, the Holy Garland, the Holy Robe, the Holy Relics, the Icon of Christ, and the Scarab Beetle.

These thirteen items are all more or less related to Jesus. They may be something he owned or used during his lifetime, or even a part of his body.

However, Zhao Hao and his companions are currently unaware of the relationship between Christ and Jesus...

On the first day of the new year in 83, I was called to a meeting that lasted for three days.

Everyone exclaimed: "What a mess! I wish I hadn't come! No, I shouldn't have agreed to be that damn candidate in the first place!"

Who are the thirteen saviors present, including Zhao Hao?

Zhao Hao was a man of the Song Dynasty, a man without faith, or rather, a man of indiscriminate faith.

Sheriff Braystar, an Indian shaman, is from the New Animism movement. Millions of his people still live on their reservations, and many collectors still possess Indian scalps whose provenances are unknown.

The old witcher Brooke Saipan only believed in his own knife and gun. During a break in the meeting, he said to Zhao Hao, "This fat guy is talking nonsense. I dare not speak for God, but if there are angels, I'd like to try and see if I can kill them." He also said that he had seen an angel many years ago, but unfortunately he didn't try to kill it with a gun.

Needless to say, Prada, the Voodoo Queen, while the gods of Voodoo may be somewhat questionable, she truly put in the effort. She genuinely supported you when needed, no wonder you've been worshipped for generations. You, on the other hand, are just spouting empty words and trying to fool people.

Hailing from Iceland in Northern Europe, with Aesir blood flowing through his veins, the pot-bellied hammer-wielding guy naturally believed in his ancestors. He was a true, purebred! He looked at the hammer in his hand; a slight electric current surged within it.

As an Italian, Ciro should have been the most devout believer in God, right? However, while he professed his faith in God, all he could think about was sleeping with women! Of course, he also said that if there were truly seventy-two virgins, he would believe in anything.

Francis, the French Papacy paladin, is definitely a believer, but why does he have such a strong businessman's air about him? Yet, Francis claims to be the most commercially valuable paladin in the Papacy. He even asked others if they wanted to buy highly concentrated holy water, offering discounts for bulk purchases. I mean, seriously…

The necromancer Sandru never said he didn't believe in God, but even if he did, no one would believe him. If he said he believed in Death, people would find it more plausible. The aura of death emanating from him made everyone uncomfortable.

Let's not even talk about the mad witch Farina; she's a hippie with metal studs in her lips. She believes in drugs!

His body was heavily modified with psionic technology; Zhao Hao called him Thomas Schmidt, a man transformed with steel, yet he believed in nothing. He didn't even really trust the world, or rather, he didn't trust people.

This is a common problem among psionic mechanics; they all seem to feel that becoming a machine is better than being human! Even Winston has this tendency. Zhao Hao wonders, is there something wrong with the profession of psionic mechanic?!

Black bald, muscular Blake Lincoln was a believer in God, and even wore a small cross on his person. He would pray before and after battles.

But he doubted whether he was still human. If he was a monster, would he be able to go to heaven after he died? The big guy trembled every time heaven was mentioned.

The situation is more complicated with the bald, schizophrenic Professor X, Sykes Sturker. He always sits alone in a corner, with a melancholic gaze and is very quiet. However, he often experiences uncontrollable facial nerve movements, resulting in inconsistent facial expressions.

Zhao Hao cared quite a bit about this colleague, after all, he had personally experienced his mental abilities and found them to be quite impressive.