Infinite terror invades all heavens

A dull thud echoed from the sky, accompanied by scorching air currents. Two adult red dragons, each over thirty meters long and with eyes burning with greed and savagery, were slowly circling beneath the clouds. Each breath they took sent sparks flying, and their dragon might, mixed with the aura of sulfur, pressed down. This was the support that the captain of the Indian team had obtained in exchange for a massive amount of gems.

“Remember, Gan Tian,” the old captain’s voice was steady, with a hint of barely perceptible tension, “No matter how strong the Demon Team is, they are still Reincarnators. We have a whole year to prepare, we have legendary mercenaries, we have dragons, and we have even obtained a temporary protection contract from the Church of the Goddess of Wealth. This kind of power is enough to make any small team sit down and negotiate. Later, watch my look, use intimidation as the main approach, and strive for benefits…”

He hadn't finished speaking.

Without warning, the space in the center of the plain was torn apart.

Like a complete canvas being brutally torn open with a pitch-black gash, there was no sound, but the crack itself exuded a chill that could freeze the soul.

Seven figures emerged leisurely from the crack.

The leader, his black trench coat motionless in the otherworldly wind, carried a grotesque, dark red broadsword on his shoulder, the faces of several tormented souls vaguely visible beneath it. His face was handsome, but those eyes… Young Shiva only glanced at them before feeling his thoughts almost freeze. His eyes were like two condensed black holes, reflecting no light, only pure, suffocating depth.

The Demon Zheng Zha.

He didn't even glance at the legendary mercenaries standing ready for battle, nor did he look up at the two awe-inspiring red dragons in the sky, nor did he pay attention to the layers upon layers of magical barriers. His gaze... seemed to pierce through everything, landing on the Indian team.

Then, he moved.

He simply moved the large sword from his shoulder to his front and casually swung it forward.

"Om——"

An indescribable sound, like the lament of space itself being cut apart and rules being forcibly distorted! A "slash" that cannot be described by color appeared out of thin air and spread forward.

Time seemed to slow down.

Shiva Ganten watched helplessly as the solidified magical barrier shattered silently like fragile glass wherever the "slash" passed. The magical traps buried underground were completely extinguished the moment they lit up. The twelve legendary mercenaries even maintained expressions of vigilance or preparation for casting spells on their faces. Their bodies, armor, weapons, and the surging battle aura or magical light around them vanished without resistance the instant they came into contact with the "slash," like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

There were no explosions, no screams, and no flying blood and gore.

It was a complete erasure, leaving not a speck of dust behind, as if they had never existed.

"Pfft!"

Beside Shiva Ganten, the legendary archbishop from the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, dressed in magnificent robes and holding a scepter inlaid with a huge diamond, suddenly collapsed to his knees.

Then Shiva, Ganden, and the others heard the divine message from the goddess of wealth: "My church must not interfere in this struggle. Those who disobey will be stripped of their divine grace and cast into the River Styx forever."

The archbishop of the Goddess of Wealth turned deathly pale, his body trembling violently. His scepter clattered to the ground as he screamed, "No—!! Goddess! We must retreat immediately! Retreat immediately!!"

The Goddess of Wealth, a powerful deity, issued a divine decree immediately after the demon Zheng Zha swung his sword, tearing up the contract without hesitation and ordering her church to withdraw at once.

The two red dragons in the sky roared in terror the moment the slash appeared, flapping their wings in an attempt to escape, but their massive bodies seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, frozen in mid-air.

Among the seven members of the Demon Team, a young man wearing glasses and with an expressionless face took a step forward, adjusted his glasses, raised his head, and looked indifferently at the two enormous objects in the sky.

His eyes were calm and expressionless.

But it was just that one ordinary glance.

"Woo-woo-woo-!!"

Two adult red dragons, who were majestic and invincible just a moment ago, let out a wail like wild dogs whose tails had been stepped on! The ferocity and greed in their eyes were instantly replaced by boundless fear, and their massive bodies fell involuntarily from the sky, crashing heavily onto the plain and stirring up clouds of dust.

Then, something that Shiva Ganten would never forget, something that challenged all rational understanding, happened.

The two red dragons that fell to the ground looked like two terrified mutts, lying prostrate on the ground, burying their huge heads deep into the soil, their tails, which were more than ten meters long, tightly tucked between their hind legs, their scales rustling in fear, and their throats emitting intermittent, pleading whimpers. Their dragon might? It had long since dissipated.

The young man slowly walked up to the huge head of one of the red dragons. The dragon was so frightened that it stopped whimpering, and only its huge eyes dilated with extreme fear.

He reached out his hand, but didn't touch; he merely made a cursory gesture.

Then, the red dragon's body... began to decompose "automatically".

It was as if an invisible, incredibly precise scalpel was at work.

The incredibly tough, dark red dragon hide, capable of withstanding the blows of legendary weapons, was peeled away layer by layer, piece by piece, starting from the neck and following the muscle lines, revealing the trembling, bright red muscle bundles beneath. The muscle fibers were then separated strand by strand, like displaying the most perfect anatomical specimen. The robust bones were completely removed and laid bare, white and imposing. The still-beating heart, the slowly expanding lungs, the dragon liver secreting scalding bile… all the organs were exposed to the air, yet remained strangely active.

Not a single drop of blood was shed.

The entire process was eerily silent, precise, and efficient, like a cold-blooded art performance. The red dragon was still alive and conscious, its huge eyes bloodshot from unspeakable pain and fear, but it couldn't even tremble; it could only passively endure it all.

Then, the dragon skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and all the separated tissues began to fly back to their original places in the reverse order, fitting together perfectly. A few seconds later, a seemingly intact red dragon lay on the ground again, but its eyes were filled with utter death and collapse, and a large pool of foul-smelling liquid spread beneath it.

The other red dragon witnessed its companion's fate, let out a short, mournful cry, and then fainted from fright.

“No…no…” Shiva Ganten heard the Indian team captain’s teeth chattering beside him.

A thin, pale, ghostly figure had silently appeared behind the old captain.

He was a young man dressed in a simple black bodysuit, toying with a seemingly ordinary dagger in his hand. He had a handsome but unusually pale face, empty eyes, and a faint, purely amused smile on his lips.

The Indian team captain didn't even have time to turn around or activate any life-saving items.

The boy moved.

The dagger transformed into a blurry blur of light and shadow.

It wasn't slashing or piercing; it was dismantling!

The old captain's shrill, inhuman wail sounded particularly jarring on the desolate plain. His body was like a sophisticated instrument, being systematically "disassembled"... Each part was completely and orderly separated from the body and then neatly stacked on the ground to the side.

The whole process lasted a full minute. Finally, a small mountain made of "human parts" was piled up on the ground, and the head, which still retained an expression of extreme pain and fear, was gently lifted by the boy with the tip of his dagger and placed on top of the "mountain".

The boy tilted his head, admiring his "work" for a moment. A hint of boredom seemed to flash in his empty eyes. He turned his head and looked in another direction not far away, where Arot, the newcomer of the Indian team for this mission, was.

The clone of Zhao Zhuikong looked at Arot, and after a few seconds, the faint smile on his lips seemed to become a little more real. He flashed and appeared next to Arot.

Arrot didn't even have time to react; he only felt a chill on his shoulder, followed by excruciating pain. His left arm was severed at the shoulder, the wound smooth as a mirror.

“Zhao…Zhao Zhuikong…” Arot endured the excruciating pain and hissed, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

Zhao Zhuikong's clone flicked non-existent blood beads off his dagger, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion: "I vaguely remember... Get lost. I'll spare your life, go and cause some trouble for that madman's true form in the Central Continent Team, and see what he's really made of."

After saying that, he ignored the nearly exhausted Arot, turned around, and like the other members of the Demon Squad, seemed to have lost interest in the "slaughterhouse" in front of him, which they had created themselves and which was a mixture of extreme horror and absurdity.

The memory perspective violently shakes and rotates.

Shiva Ganten saw the demon Zheng Zha seem to say something to Arot, and then the demon team walked into the depths of the plain as they had come, as if they were just passing through and casually crushing a few annoying insects. The red dragon that had been "dissected" and then put back together was still lying on the ground, twitching slightly; another unconscious red dragon was ignored; the pile of "parts" of the Indian team captain gradually grew cold in the wind of the other world; the twelve legendary mercenaries had not even left a trace of their existence; the people of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth had long since vanished without a trace.

"Escape! We must escape! Immediately!!!" This was the only frantic thought roaring in the young Shiva's mind.

The memory fragments have ended.

Inside the sealed room, Blackjack abruptly took a step back, his heavy, disordered breathing coming from beneath his bird-beak mask, as if he had just struggled out of the water. He gripped the wall, his body trembling slightly, his eyes behind the mask filled with horror and blankness. All his previous ambition and calculations had been washed away by the naked, overwhelming terror of the scene.

Shiva Ganten slowly opened his eyes, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his face even paler than before, as if he were reliving that nightmare. He looked at Blackjack, his voice hoarse and weary:

"Now... do you see it?"

Blackjack opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any meaningful sound, so he could only nod with difficulty.

"At the time, Xue Nai was just a newcomer who had just strengthened her basic mental strength. When the legendary mercenary was killed instantly, she activated a random teleportation scroll. She was lucky and teleported to a Mind Flayer's lair city. She was almost brain-eaten, but she also survived because of it."

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the sealed room.

Shiva Ganten raised his head and looked at Blackjack, his eyes bloodshot: "The three of us risked our lives doing quests, killing monsters, and even stealing relics from temples in that D&D world... It took us a year to barely accumulate enough reward points to offset our negative score and survive."

"And what were the Demon Squad doing that year?" he asked himself, his voice filled with bitterness. "They were conquering that world. Slaying gods? Killing dragons? Overthrowing empires? I don't know, I dare not ask. I only know that when I finally returned to the Main God Space, the scattered rumors I heard were... that the D&D world had changed hands."

Blackjack remained speechless for a long time, his bird-beak mask hanging low, his shoulders trembling slightly. All his previous ambitions, schemes, and desires for legendary feats seemed so laughable and so insignificant in the face of this naked, overwhelming memory of terror.

Shiva Ganten slowly stood up, walked to Blackjack, and placed his hand on Blackjack's shoulder, making Blackjack's shoulder bone crack.

"Now, do you understand?" Shiva Ganten's voice returned to its icy tone, but the warning within was stronger than ever before. "What we are facing is the team of the true form of that 'devil.' Regardless of the current strength of the Central Continent Team, or whether it is as terrifying as the clone... we must deal with it in the most cautious, the most insane, and the most ruthless way."

He released his grip and glanced at the two people inside the room.

"The Grail Circle must be completed, the power of the Ark of the Covenant must be attempted to be activated, your plague legend must be advanced... all of these are acceptable. But everything must prioritize dealing with the Middle-earth team above all else. Any ulterior motives that might interfere with this objective, any selfish desires that might weaken our overall strength..."

Shiva Ganden didn't finish his sentence, but the murderous intent flashing in his eyes said it all.

Blackjack slowly raised his head, nodding his beak mask. This time, his voice no longer held the frivolity and scheming of before, only a heavy tone and a hint of lingering fear.

“I understand, Captain. This time… I will follow the plan.”

Shiva Gande stared at him for a few seconds, then finally nodded.

“How is Manavia?” he asked Muhammad.

“She is still unconscious, but her vital signs are stable,” Muhammad replied. “Agrawa has temporarily stabilized her mind using Samadhi and is working hard to dispel the curse marks on her body.”

“Or we could take care of that spirit-controlling guy from the Central Continent team first,” Shiva Ganten interjected, a cold glint in his eyes. “What about Arot?”

"He was guarding the Ark of the Covenant at the outpost outside the city. He said that the thing gave him a bad feeling and advised us not to open it lightly unless we were absolutely sure."

Shiva Gantian snorted coldly: "Completely certain? Compared to the true form of that demon, what is the risk of touching the Ark of the Covenant? Go and inform him that once Imhotep unleashes the Ten Plagues and Cairo falls into chaos, we will immediately activate the Grail Circle and at the same time try to draw upon the power of the Ark of the Covenant."

He walked to the center of the room and looked at the dense red dots on the holographic map, as if he could see the entire city of Cairo wailing in flames and plague.

“Zhongzhou Team… Zheng Zha…” Shiva Gantian murmured, his fist slowly clenching. “This time, I will not run away. Either you die, or… we will all go to hell together.”

Outside the window, the night in Cairo deepened, and the faint sound of the Nile could be heard. Millions of people were still asleep, completely unaware that they had become the chessboard for two groups of reincarnators to play against each other, and even less aware that a death storm, a fusion of ancient Egyptian curses, biblical relics, modern plagues, and mysterious magic circles, was quietly brewing in the shadows of this ancient city.

Meanwhile, at the Zhongzhou team's manor on the other side of the city, Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses and looked at the screen, where the global satellite network had just been fully connected, as well as the confirmation signal that Li Shuaixi's team had "arrived in Shanghai, Xia State".

His fingers tapped on the virtual keyboard, bringing up a new document titled: "Arrangement Plan for the National Transmutation-Class Philosopher's Stone Transmutation Array".

And it initiated a program that has spread to all of Bald Eagle's public networks.

Both ends of the game are making final preparations for the impending clash.

The bloodiest chapter of the battle between the two reincarnation teams is about to unfold in this ancient city on the banks of the Nile.

Chapter 87 Central Plains Countermeasures and Deployment

In the safe house where the Central Continent Team was located, only a few lights were still on.

Wang Yi led Ying and Mei to Chu Xuan's room. As the three of them approached, Chu Xuan's door slid open silently, as if it had already anticipated their arrival.

"Let's go," Wang Yi said softly, stepping into the room first.

The door behind him closed silently, isolating him from the outside world.

The walls of the room were shimmering with a deep blue light, and countless holographic screens floated in mid-air, displaying complex and dizzying code, 3D maps, energy graphs, and real-time monitoring footage. In the center of the room was a circular control console, where Chu Xuan stood, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

Hearing footsteps, Chu Xuan didn't turn around, but simply said, "Sit."

Wang Yi looked around. There were only a few metal blocks next to the control panel in the room. He shrugged, stood still, and looked at Chu Xuan: "Still busy, Colonel Chu?"

Chu Xuan finally stopped what he was doing, turned around, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

“Waiting for you,” he replied briefly, raising his right hand with his palm facing upward.

The next moment, a dark blue mechanical energy surged from his palm like a living tide, rapidly spreading outwards.

In an instant, a deep energy hum resounded in the room, and complex rune circuits lit up on the walls, ceiling, and floor at the same time. A light blue force field, almost visible to the naked eye, unfolded from Chu Xuan's center, enveloping the entire room.

Wang Yi immediately sensed the change. The sounds and vibrations outside the room completely disappeared, and even the moonlight seen through the window became blurry, as if blocked by a thick layer of glass. The flow of air also seemed to have stopped.

But it's not over yet.

Chu Xuan took out a simple silver pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, gently pressed his finger on the crown, and then pressed it down.

"Click".

The crisp mechanical sound was exceptionally clear in the silent room, carrying a strange echo.

The next second, Wang Yi felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over him, and his sense of time became chaotic. Although only a few seconds had passed, it felt like an eternity of waiting. Meanwhile, Chu Xuan's movement of raising his hand seemed to have been slowed down countless times. This dissonance between his perception and his objective understanding made him dizzy, and his face turned slightly pale.

Ying immediately stepped forward, blocking Wang Yi's path. Her body radiated subtle energy fluctuations, and her eyes were fixed on the pocket watch in Chu Xuan's hand, filled with vigilance.

A purple light shone in Mei's pupils, and the pale golden mansion area beneath her feet instantly expanded to the size of the entire room.

"Don't be nervous." Chu Xuan's cold voice broke the strange state. "This is the effect of the magic weapon Time Rift. It disrupts the flow of time in the room. It is a magic weapon made by combining the strange legends of time with corresponding runes. Its effect is to create an area with abnormal time flow for thirty minutes."

"Now, from a physical perspective, this room is completely isolated from the outside world. The transmission of information such as sound, light, heat, and energy fluctuations has been cut off, and even prophetic spells will be affected by the flow of time."

He pushed up his glasses and glanced at Wang Yi: "This is not the Main God Space. You can't be too cautious about what you're here to talk to me about."

Chu Xuan paused, then looked at Mei: "Keep the mansion area open, adding another layer of isolation."

Wang Yi took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort caused by the time distortion, and nodded to Mei.

Mei nodded slightly in response, her purple eyes gleaming. She raised her hands and formed a simple hand seal in front of her chest. The castle's phantom and elemental runes intertwined and flowed, enveloping everything in the room.

As the mansion area expanded, the feeling of isolation became even more pronounced. Wang Yi even had the illusion that this room had been cut off from the world.

"Alright," Chu Xuan's voice sounded somewhat ethereal through the multiple layers of isolation, "Now you can talk about it. What's the progress on Freddy's side?"

Wang Yi organized his thoughts and pieced together the information he had gleaned from the faint connection he maintained with Freddy through Crystal Lake.

“The Indian team is more cautious and professional than we thought. Although Freddy successfully infiltrated the depths of their mental power enhancer’s dream, the woman’s mental power is not weak, so he dared not make any big moves. Moreover, there seems to be some kind of mutual monitoring mechanism within the Indian team. Freddy sensed that every time he was about to infiltrate someone else’s dream, their captain, Shiva Gantian, seemed to notice.”

He paused, then continued, “What we can confirm at the moment is that the Indian team has a chanting program. They have secretly hypnotized about two hundred ordinary people in Cairo. These people vary in profession, age, and gender, but they all have a certain musical foundation or vocal ability. Freddy saw from Scheres's dream fragments that these hypnotized people practiced singing in a specific underground place every day, singing an ancient and distorted hymn that involves pain, dedication, and the name of some being.”