novelslam Chapter 351 The Threat of the United States
Chapter 351 The Threat of the United States
Chapter 351 The Threat of the United States
Xie Ya finally couldn't help but speak up: "Li Xinyuan is dead."
Zhongshu felt as if something was stuck in his throat, making a series of "hoarse" sounds. His lips trembled violently, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
His hand suddenly reached out tremblingly, as if to fiddle with the blasphemous clock that was about to strike three o'clock.
A hand firmly grasped his wrist.
"Why are you still fiddling with this broken bell!"
The raven's voice finally carried a hint of anger.
Zhongshu raised his head, his eyes glazed over, his face covered in tears, the murky tears rolling down his deeply lined cheeks.
He looked at Xie Ya, his lips moved for a long time, and finally he said the same thing: "Li Xinyuan, help me."
Xie Ya frowned, suppressing his anger, and said in a low and restrained voice, "The master said long ago that if Li Xinyuan dies, the Blasphemous Bell and the Twin Watches will be taken back."
He ripped off the hour, minute, and second hands of the blasphemous clock.
In an instant, the entire Lesser Spirit Prison trembled violently as if an earthquake had struck. All the rules of the nine great prisons and the Hall of Judgment began to crumble the moment the Bell of Blasphemy failed, revealing the original appearance of the Taiping Dao Hall.
Zhongshu lowered his head, silently took off the watch from his wrist, and handed it to Xieya.
He raised his face, revealing a bitter, ingratiating, almost fawning smile, a smile so intense it was almost unbearable to look at.
"Master Xie, please beg the master to save Li Xinyuan."
"I was wrong. I am not capable enough. I should not have had the ambition to judge all the evil people in the world."
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"I've even thought about imprisoning the witches in the Little Spirit Prison many times!"
After a long silence, Xie Ya reached out and took the watch.
Then he turned around, transformed into a streak of light, and disappeared into the ruins of the underground palace.
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Atlantis.
Satan has left.
The South Korean noblewoman lost her support and collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless.
The physical bodies of ordinary humans are too weak to withstand the power of Satan.
If Satan could possess a human with a powerful physical body, he could unleash his full power in the human world.
Unfortunately, such a person simply does not exist in this world.
According to the Dark Council Chairman's notes, the Taiping Dao had been trying to create a zombie with a powerful body, and Prince Heng was one of the test subjects.
However, even Prince Heng's physical body could not allow Satan to stay on Earth for long.
Jiang Chaosheng walked to the South Korean noblewoman's corpse, his brows furrowing slightly: "But as a human infected with the corpse virus, you managed to keep Satan from stopping me for so long. You're no ordinary person."
His eyes slowly opened, and a purple light scanned the South Korean noblewoman's corpse like a scanner.
Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he reached out his hand towards the corpse.
A strange twitching occurred in the South Korean noblewoman's lower abdomen, followed by a thin, long object resembling a horsehair worm emerging from her body.
Jiang Chaosheng grabbed it and examined it closely, a look of doubt gradually appearing in his eyes.
"Is this a... moving straw?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the straw turned to ashes outside the South Korean noblewoman's body, as if it had never existed.
Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes, his mind racing: "It's a forbidden item. There really is such a forbidden item."
Taboo numbers, 3-12, Killing Scarecrow.
Any wronged spirit or negative emotion can possess it and use its body to walk in the world.
It seems that this thing revived many years ago, and the being that possessed the killing scarecrow has secretly taken control of the Seven Stars Group.
Jiang Chaosheng muttered to himself, "With news of the killing of the scarecrows, things will be much easier."
With the killing scarecrow, the Jinghe Dragon King can have a new body and become the renowned rain god of the divine realm once again.
He rose, his figure transforming into a streak of black light, shooting into the clouds.
Dark clouds drifted out of the collapsing Atlantis and slowly moved toward the beach outside.
Jiang Chaosheng stood on the cloud, frowning as he looked down at the scene on the beach.
The area was filled with American armored vehicles, fully armed soldiers stood ready, and fighter jets circled and roared overhead.
The U.S. captain, standing atop a high-precision armored vehicle, glanced down at the computer screen of his subordinate beside him.
The screen clearly showed that this dark cloud was not a natural phenomenon, and that an unknown creature had been detected in the cloud.
The captain picked up his binoculars, aimed them at the dark cloud, and a greedy smile slowly spread across his lips.
At the same time, loudspeaker announcements blared across the beach.
"You have damaged U.S. public facilities and violated U.S. laws. Please surrender immediately."
The sights of all heavy weapons and the trajectories of missiles were all locked onto that dark cloud.
The dark muzzle and launch pad gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
The United States wants to use these powerful weapons to capture Jiang Chaosheng and bring him back to the United States.
The captain grabbed the walkie-talkie beside him, his tone carrying a deliberately suppressed excitement, and said with a chuckle:
. . . . . .
"Mr. Twilight, I've long admired your name. Who doesn't know the protagonist of the South China Sea God War?"
"Mr. Twilight"
As soon as these words were uttered, many of the fully armed soldiers on the beach and the pilots flying their fighter jets in the sky showed expressions of horror and bewilderment.
They were ordered to carry out a classified mission, and no one told them that the target was Dusk.
What's even more deadly is that many of them have another identity—believers in Twilight.
The captain's voice continued from the loudspeaker, each word coated with a layer of humble sugar: "I am very interested in you and would like to sincerely invite you to visit the United States, Gold Mountain."
Please do not refuse my kind offer.
I just received news that you fought with the sea god of Atlantis, and I wonder if you were injured.
The United States possesses the world's most advanced medical technology; even the wounds suffered by gods, we are confident in our ability to heal them properly.
He spoke with the utmost respect, yet uttered the most disdainful and blatant threat.
According to the intelligence intercepted from the werewolves, Mr. Twilight, who has the appearance of someone from the Xia Kingdom, has just fought a great battle with Poseidon.
Now is the perfect time to capture a god.
They have an almost blind confidence in their advanced weaponry.
The captain paused, a maniacal light flashing deep in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "If you disagree—in order to prevent such a precious and magnificent creation of nature as God from perishing."
So that such a great being as you may continue to live;
I will have to resort to some rough methods to forcibly take you back to the United States and force you to undergo our treatment.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the weapon systems on the beach simultaneously lit up in red.
The dense array of gun muzzles and missile launchers gleamed coldly in the sunlight, poised to fire.
With just a single command, a saturation barrage could wipe a small city off the map in an instant.