From Earthbound Spirit to Tokyo Evil

He had a vague idea: would the ancient god who called himself Astaroth really want to summon back all the monsters in the illusion?

What good would that do him?

Although not much is known about these beings that have long been driven out of this world, there is no doubt that it was precisely because of their fighting with each other that the aliens, who served as cannon fodder and weapons of war, had the opportunity to become stronger and successfully exiled them.

Would a guy like Astaroth be so selfless as to summon back the other ancient gods?

The two ancient gods summoned to the City of Thousand Peaks were more like tools used by him to threaten and intimidate the world than his companions.

"Stop people from praying to him!" Xia Chuan and Long Qingting said at the same time.

This was not something the two of them could do, so Long Qingting immediately started making a phone call, while Xia Chuan continued thinking along this line.

A's goal is most likely just to return to this world. The reason why he did not achieve his goal directly by killing all Americans is either because the price he needs to pay to return to this world is even greater than this, or because there are more stringent conditions.

Xia Chuan couldn't help but think of his repeated attempts to induce him to go to Area 51.

Could it be that I am the key he needs?

At this time, Long Qingting heard a piece of news that surprised him very much.

Top American politicians, wealthy businessmen, and others are desperately fleeing the areas around Nevada, or even fleeing the United States directly.

"An agreement has been reached. Give them one hour to evacuate, and then... the three countries will take action at the same time and turn that area into scorched earth." Long Qingting's expression was a little complicated.

"The Americans agreed?" Such a result made Xia Chuan feel extremely unbelievable.

"They've already given up everything. When Lucia used nuclear weapons to attack Area 51, the U.S. government didn't respond, and didn't even try to intercept the missiles. This is a capital crime in front of A. If A wins in the end, how do you think he will deal with those people? Their only way to survive is to eliminate A. In order to achieve this goal, do you think there is anything they can't do?"

"A has enough ability to deal with all missiles." Xia Chuan said.

"So they will continue to launch missiles, mixing nuclear missiles with conventional missiles, in order to consume A's power. They believe that his power cannot be infinite, and must be limited by distance and number of times. And..." Long Qingting paused. "They decided to start from a farther distance first to see where A's power limit is."

Paul didn't say anything, but his tentacles were already swaying in the air. He obviously felt very relaxed and comfortable that his plan had been recognized by more people.

But Xia Chuan vaguely felt that something was wrong.

A will only be more cruel and ruthless than humans. Will he not think of this possibility?

"Won't they try to stop people from praying to Astaroth?"

"Governments are trying to guide and calm fears through radio, the Internet and telephone, but this is not a simple matter. In this era, television is still the most convenient and fastest way of communication. They don't seem to be optimistic about this method."

Xia Chuan nodded silently: "What do they say about us?"

"They want us to wait here for the right moment, mainly because of you. At least now it seems that you are the only one who can confront him head-on. Their plan should be to use a large number of nuclear bombs and conventional missiles to consume A's power as much as possible, and then we will launch the final attack."

Will it really go so smoothly?

Xia Chuan's gaze returned to the TV screen.

A could have continued to kill more Americans to recall more ancient gods, create more fear, and let more people pray to him for strength, but why didn't he do that?

The two ancient gods he had summoned so far were obviously just cannon fodder and could not threaten him at all. Even if it was just to mobilize and consume the military forces of Lucia and Daxia to prevent them from causing trouble for him, he should have enough motivation to do so.

Why didn't he do that?

He should have wondered what those people in the US government would do after losing the supervision and control of the Watchers. Why didn't he have any backup plan?

Xia Chuan's doubts and anxieties grew stronger and stronger. He told Paul about these thoughts, and Paul quickly came to a conclusion: If he deliberately didn't do something he could do, then the possible answer was that he wanted things to develop to this point.

"Master, which way will give me more power? Killing them when they are ignorant, or killing them after letting them fall into despair and resentment?"

"Damn!" Xia Chuan suddenly understood. "Long Qingting! Tell them to stop immediately! They can't kill those people!"

Long Qingting looked at him in astonishment: "What did you say? Why?"

Xia Chuan tried his best to explain the reasons in the simplest language, and Long Qingting immediately started to make a phone call, but before he finished his reasons, a word from the other end prevented him from continuing.

"The first missiles have been launched."

The picture on TV suddenly changed. A very familiar figure appeared on the screen, and next to him were other well-known American politicians. In front of them were several large screens, on which were also well-known politicians from other major countries.

But what caused people to be astonished and despair was their words.

Sacrifice the people of the western United States to save the world. But leave an hour for those who are "valuable" to leave first.

"These are the people you rely on, and this is the plan they decided to use to save you." A's voice was cold and calm again. "People who have been decided to be sacrificed, do you have anything else to say? The nuclear bomb is on the way, and in a few minutes, you will become victims, and your death will be painful and worthless."

The scene turned to intercontinental missiles and cruise missiles in the sky.

"Happy anniversary of your death," said A's voice. "I will greet you personally at the entrance to Hell. Now, pray."

Chapter 292 Light and Darkness

"Let those missiles self-destruct!" Xia Chuan said to Long Qingting.

"It has come to this point, do you think they won't understand?" Long Qingting said.

Paul returned to the computer and used satellites to determine the situation around Area 51. Not surprisingly, although the missiles in the air were self-destructing through remote control, because the television was controlled by A, such information could not be effectively transmitted to most people.

Just as the Special Management Bureau and the Cheka were desperately trying to reverse the situation, hundreds of black rays streaked across the land of North America, turning cities and the people fleeing the cities into ashes at an incredibly fast speed.

Maybe they were doomed to die, but no one would willingly accept such a fate. Even more, no one would accept the reality that they and their families must die for other people who have nothing to do with them, while the powerful and wealthy can survive alone.

The already overwhelming fear and despair were magnified again, and the resentment that had nowhere to go now had an object to vent to.

What A wants is not the result of them being destroyed by a nuclear bomb, but the result of them being abandoned, sacrificed, and betrayed, as well as the strong emotions they have because of knowing all this.

Tens of millions of Americans vanished in just a few minutes. Even Xia Chuan, who was far away in Cactus City, suddenly felt something strange. He controlled a group of spirit gulls to move northward, but saw that the tangible resentment and a large number of spirits formed a terrifying storm like a hurricane, sweeping across the sky for thousands of kilometers. In the center of the storm, in Area 51, something terrible was forming.

He must be stopped!

Xia Chuan subconsciously fled from the bar and moved north as fast as possible.

There were originally a large number of refugee camps and many small settlements formed at the border between the United States and the Cactus Kingdom. After people learned what was happening, they fled south frantically, but still could not escape the catastrophe.

A large amount of resentment generated by this was being swept northward by the storm. Xia Chuan quickly rushed to the edge of the storm and began to try to absorb it to his side.

"I say, there must be thunder!"

He recited the edict loudly and summoned thunderclouds in the sky, trying to disrupt the formation of the storm of resentment.

His strength was rapidly being consumed. Fortunately, before he had used up all the soul jades stored in Paul's body, some of the resentment was finally disturbed and attracted, and gathered towards him. However, in the farther north, a large amount of resentment had shrunk to an area of ​​100 miles, and the shadow in the sky gradually became clearer and more solid.

It seemed similar to the phantom hanging in other parts of the world, but Xia Chuan soon realized that in the sky within a range of nearly a hundred miles, there was actually only one figure.

Astaroth!

Its body seemed to be very far away and still blurry, just a huge shadow that was enough to make people despair, but its head was very clear, and one could even clearly see the disgusting rotten and festering flesh on its face, with countless pale granulations wriggling in it, which was creepy.

"Xia Chuan, at this point, do you think you can still stop me?"

There was a rumbling of thunder, but Xia Chuan heard such a sound from it.

The huge head in the sky turned towards him, with a hint of sneer on the corner of its mouth. He opened his mouth, and substances like blood foam and poisonous smoke spread out of his mouth.

Xia Chuan immediately began to move, and at the same time summoned thunder to strike in front of him. At this moment, several black rays appeared and collided fiercely with the thunder.

Black and white, light and darkness, two completely opposite forces collided with each other, creating a strange space in the air. The next moment, an explosion occurred suddenly, and the powerful shock wave pushed Xia Chuan back several kilometers. A huge semicircular hole had formed where he had landed before, and everything that was originally there had been wiped out.

"The end of the world has come, and everything will return to nothingness. I am the Messiah, I am Shiva, I am Nidhogg, I am Metariya! I will destroy the old world and judge everyone! Only those who pray to me can survive this doomsday and usher in a brand new world with me!"

On the TV, the shadow that was also gradually becoming clearer was becoming crazy, but Long Qingting had no intention of watching it anymore. Xia Chuan's sudden disappearance and the sudden strong explosion in the north a moment later made him make up his mind and rush out the door.

"Why stop? It has come to this, what is there to hesitate about?!" He dialed the phone for the last time and shouted into it.

Golden light covered his body, and then he began to rush towards the explosion at the fastest speed.

In the sky, the thunderclouds summoned by Xia Chuan were constantly attacking the cloud of resentment that was shrouding Area 51.

The previous confrontation made Xia Chuan realize that thunder might just be the power that could restrain Astaroth, but such power would definitely not be as effective when used for defense as it would be when used for offense!

Therefore, he moved his position irregularly at the fastest speed, while maintaining the thundercloud to the maximum extent, and tried his best to make it move to the north to erode and collide with the dark power belonging to Astaroth.

Black light continued to shoot towards him, and several times it almost stuck to his body, but as more and more lightning began to strike the shadow in the northern sky under his control, the frequency of the attacks gradually stopped.

Two huge whirlwinds, each carrying a terrifying force, attacked each other. The thunder and dark forces continued to collide with each other, causing terrible explosions, temporarily creating a vacuum zone in the vortex, which was instantly swallowed up by the two forces.

If Xia Chuan had not seized some of the power contained in the resentment caused by Astaroth's killing, he might have been drained dry long ago, but after just a few minutes, he began to feel powerless.

At this moment, an explosion suddenly occurred in the northern sky. The dazzling light was accompanied by radiation and shock waves, which could be seen clearly even in Xiachuan, hundreds of kilometers away.

Conventional nuclear bombs do not have such great power, so the Russians took out their most powerful weapons.

eye for eye!

The next second, more than a dozen explosions broke out around the cloud covering Area 51. Although Xia Chuan could not see these smaller nuclear explosions, he could intuitively feel that the force that had been oppressing him and making him breathless seemed to have weakened a little.

"Body scout!" Long Qingting's voice came from far away. His speed was not as fast as Xia Chuan, but he had already memorized Xia Chuan's breath, which allowed him to find Xia Chuan's approximate location.

"What can I do? What do you want me to do?!" He quickly rushed to Xia Chuan and asked anxiously.

"Let them continue to launch nuclear bombs!" Xia Chuan said without hesitation. "Help me replenish my strength and let people pray to me! The more people the better!"

Chapter 293: The War of Faith

Xiachuan had already made the same request to Erika before speaking to Long Qingting.

He couldn't control other places, but the heat of his previous rescue of Tokyo had not yet passed. After the phantom of the gate of hell hung high above Tokyo, the power of wishes had been continuously pouring into him.

He was powerless to stop the loss caused by the long distance. What he could do now was to mobilize all the forces of Neon, let Akasaka, Kono and other institutions do their best, put all the experience, resources and strength they used to cover up the truth in the past into it, go all out, and do their best to increase the number of even just one praying person.

All the manpower of the Kasumigawa-kai was also sent out, but in such matters, their efficiency was far from comparable to that of organizations like the Akasaka-kai.

The reverse operation was indeed a bit difficult at the beginning, but once that step was taken, things immediately became natural. The superstition and herd mentality of the Japanese, coupled with the psychological preparation brought about by the endless events in the past few years, made the action begin quickly.

Since television was not available, the movement was spread through radio and the Internet, by fax over the phone, and through the most primitive street loudspeakers. All police and grassroots civil servants were dispatched, along with autonomous organizations at all levels and various social groups. Schools were closed, enterprises halted operations, and shops ceased business. Police and grassroots civil servants held loudspeakers, or simply shouted loudly, standing on the streets, or going door to door to spread the word.

If people were asked to do something more complicated, even if it was just something that required a little more thinking and was a little more difficult, they might not be able to respond so quickly, and it would be impossible to get results so quickly. But all people had to do was remember "Hakubiki" or "Natsukawa Daimyojin" and pray to him silently in their hearts. Under the influence of the terrible scenes on TV and the threat of the terrible phantom over Tokyo, within half an hour, the number of people who began to pray to Natsukawa increased by millions. As organizations and institutions at all levels gradually started to operate, with every passing hour, the number of people who began to pray to him increased by tens of millions.

The thunderclouds disappeared for a time because Xia Chuan had exhausted his strength. Fortunately, Lucia, Da Xia, and even the United States' own massive nuclear arsenal filled the gap caused by his temporary departure.

In fact, more than half of the missiles had no chance of hitting the target and were destroyed by the black light when they were still hundreds of kilometers away from the resentment storm in Area 51. However, thanks to the reality of the three major countries' years of Cold War confrontation, each of the three major countries had stockpiled enough nuclear weapons to defeat their opponents more than a dozen times, and the number of conventional missiles was even more numerous.

At the end of the world, all other factors were not taken into consideration. Every minute, hundreds of missiles were launched from different directions, in different ways, and through different carriers to attack Area 51. At this time, more weapons were being taken out of the arsenal and sent to the launch carriers in various ways, ready to be launched.

“You are looking for death!” The huge phantom above Area 51 finally put away its disgusting smile and let out a thunderous roar.

The next moment, the gate of hell suspended in the air between Lucia and Dayan began to fluctuate again, and several figures suddenly broke through the barrier, screaming with joy and violence, and fell into the city from a high altitude!

The City of Thousand Peaks had become numb to this. Most of the city had already been reduced to wasteland anyway. Almost at the same time when those huge bodies twisted and crawled out from the sky, they had already begun to calculate and evaluate their exact landing location, and the tactical nuclear bombs that had been prepared were immediately ignited and launched.

The ancient gods who escaped from the trap had no chance to become familiar with this world like the giant bear god before. The world in their memories had already become completely different, and humans, who were still regarded as ants by them, already possessed power that was far beyond their imagination.

An ancient god with a dozen eyes and countless tentacles had just declared his return to the world with great malice and joy when he was swallowed up by the rain of fire that poured down on him. Just as he began to use his divine arts, ready to seize mankind's fear, despair and all kinds of emotions for his own use, a small sun suddenly bloomed not far above his head and directly melted it.

The Demon City, which had not yet experienced the baptism of the Ancient God, could not be so calm. Although residents had been evacuated continuously, a city with a population of tens of millions could not be evacuated in such a short time. With the previous experience of the Thousand Peaks City, the areas most likely to be attacked by the Ancient God had of course been evacuated, but the Hell Gates covering the Demon City were hundreds of kilometers in radius, and no one could predict where they would fall from.

When it finally happened, everyone was extremely nervous and well prepared. The attack, which had been simulated dozens of times on the computer, was immediately launched.

A snake-shaped ancient god was attacked by hundreds of anti-aircraft artillery in the air before it even landed on the ground. As soon as it landed, artillery shells of various calibers followed one after another, razing the area where it landed to the ground.

Rockets arrived shortly afterwards, expressing the warm hospitality of this land to it, and after that, the anti-aircraft weapons, which had just lowered their muzzles and reloaded their ammunition, madly poured fire on it from different angles and heights, bathing it in a metal storm.

The EMP weapons that had been buried in advance were detonated one after another, tearing its body apart in another way. After that, thousands of artillery groups scattered and hidden dozens or even hundreds of kilometers away had completed their reloading and began the second round of cleaning the ground.

Daxia's strategy is to use conventional weapons to destroy them before they can exert their power, and not to use nuclear weapons unless absolutely necessary. In order to achieve this goal, in the past few hours, they have been frantically deploying troops and weapons around the Magic City, even affecting the evacuation of personnel to a certain extent.

But this strategy ultimately proved to be effective. Feeling the residual warmth of the corpses of millions of victims in the City of Thousand Peaks, the Demon City was finally able to eliminate the three fallen monsters one by one at the cost of only tens of thousands of lives.

"Destroy all the TVs!"

At the same time, all countries are carrying out the same task.

Maybe they have not yet found a way to deal with the monster who calls himself Astaroth, nor do they have a way to eliminate the impact he has created by controlling the television, but they can at least do their best to eliminate the subsequent impact.

Similar to Neon's reaction, with radio, the Internet, propaganda vehicles, and a large amount of manpower invested, a few hours after the Hell's Gate appeared, countries that were still able to operate began to do their best to control the impact, eliminate people's fear, and prevent them from unconsciously contributing to the monster.

However, most countries have collapsed under such circumstances, social order is completely out of control, and even the simplest administrative orders can no longer be delivered. At this time, a diplomat from the United States who knows people's hearts well and has been stirring up trouble in various countries for many years immediately found a solution.

"The devil will first attack homes that have televisions!"

"Monsters are crawling out of the TV!"

"You can escape the curse by smashing the TV!"

Rumors spread quickly in these countries in ways that officials did not expect. Countless televisions were smashed, burned in flames, or buried in blood, mud, and all kinds of dirt. Mixed in with these rumors, they even managed to spread Xia Chuan's name. Although there was no guarantee that people would pray to his name, at this time, being able to do this was already a miracle.

Lucia and Daxia were still unable to make up their minds to have people pray to Xiachuan, but the desperate politicians from the United States and other African countries had no such concerns. Xiachuan immediately became the name of the newest apostle of Christianity. After receiving the call, countless clergymen began to solemnly declare to the believers gathered around them that they had received revelations from God.

The devil is trying to destroy the world, and Xiachuan is the name of the angel sent by God to fight the devil.

"For the sake of our family, for all of us, let us chant his name loudly together. May Jesus give him the power to destroy the devil who wants to destroy the world!"