Published: March 2, 2025
France. In a sinister underground tomb.
Wen Yu looked at the two writhing demonic entities in front of him, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Then, he extended his right hand!
The bandages that covered his body had now been unwrapped, revealing his right hand that was covered in disgusting pus-filled sores. A profoundly foul odor emanated from Wen Yu’s body, even causing the surrounding rocks to show signs of slight weathering and corrosion.
With a single thought, the two writhing demonic corpses instantly turned to pus and blood. Strange currents of air surged through Wen Yu's right hand, rushing into his body.
The intense pain caused Wen Yu to wail loudly...
After a while, the pain gradually subsided, and a sinister grin appeared on Wen Yu’s pale face.
“Arcade... wait for me...”
...
In the Beijing gathering place.
The sounds of cannon fire echoed incessantly, accompanied by the desperate attacks of demonic creatures outside the city. Although the battlefield in Beijing could not be said to be at a disadvantage, it certainly wasn’t in a position of superiority!
“Report to the command center, Area A needs reinforcements! Area A needs reinforcements!”
Amidst the deafening sounds of gunfire and fighting, ten-year-old Zheng Ye clutched a gigantic firearm that seemed disproportionate to his small stature. His face was pale as he looked down at the demonic creatures rushing in frantically, his slightly yellowed teeth chattering in fear. Clearly, young Zheng Ye was not accustomed to such large-scale bloody confrontations.
“Zheng Ye! Be careful!”
A voice from beside him snapped Zheng Ye back to reality. Just as he looked up, a blue wind blade struck right in front of him.
“It’s over...”
Before Zheng Ye could make any evasive moves, a figure appeared directly in front of him.
“Rip!”
The sound of fabric tearing echoed.
A figure, not particularly tall, appeared before Zheng Ye, using his chest to block the incoming wind blade.
“Uncle Ye Nan...”
Zheng Ye watched as he saw the bloody and mangled wound on Ye Nan’s chest, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
The pale-faced Ye Nan first glanced at the demonic creature that had unleashed the wind blade, then looked down at his own wound, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes...
In the face of such an injury... what expression should I have...?
After a long pause, Ye Nan couldn’t come up with an answer. He simply turned around and patted Zheng Ye’s head: “Stay alert.”
Then, he picked up his firearm once more, aiming downwards and continuing to pull the trigger.
And Zheng Ye, at the moment Ye Nan turned, vaguely noticed that the wound on Ye Nan’s chest had stopped bleeding, while grotesque flesh began to roll outwards.
Zheng Ye swallowed hard, feeling that ever since Uncle Ye Nan had gone missing for a day, he had changed in some way...
...
“This must be the Beijing gathering place, humanity’s largest defensive stronghold.”
Ray gazed at the immense gathering place in the distance, his brows tightly knitted.
“How could a gathering place of this scale withstand the assault of our army? If it holds for a few years, that would be lucky...”
Upon hearing Marquez’s mumbling, Ray’s brows furrowed.
“It’s the demonic clan! Not our clan! Though the Eternal Sky City above has some semblance of structure...”
“By the way, how many times has the Eternal Sky City appeared before us?”
“The eighteenth time, I think it’s the nineteenth. Who would have thought the sovereign would move so quickly? Clearly, the Eternal Sky City has undergone repairs and enhancements again.”
As Ray spoke, he suddenly fell silent...
After a while, Ray shook his head with a wry smile.
“It’s still useless... even if the Eternal Sky City has doubled in strength, it can’t withstand the attacks of the demonic clan. It seems this mission is quite daunting.”
Looking at Marquez’s grim expression beside him, Ray pulled at his arm firmly.