For a moment, the sound of glass shattering suddenly came from the pitch-black sea and sky.
It was as if a naughty child had thrown a stone in the middle of the night.
It was as if the eternal darkness above the sky had been torn apart.
There should not be a sky here, because above their heads was an endless abyss and a bottomless hell. But now, there was a blazing light shining from the deepest darkness and falling.
In an instant, it pierced through the sea and the sky.
It tore everything apart.
The belated whistling suddenly burst out, and endless flames appeared from an unknown depth, roaring towards the present hell, the border, and the present.
Beams of flame light pierced down one after another, deeply wedged into the surface of the sea, almost touching the bottom of the phenomenon. In the end, the entire surface of the sea was covered by light.
The light was like a forest.
A mournful wail exploded out of nowhere.
It pierced everyone's eardrums and tore everyone's consciousness, as if it wanted to imprint the pain into every soul.
In the reflection on the surface of the sea, the squirming darkness had been nailed to death by countless light spears. Viscous blood spurted out from the surface of the sea in an unscientific manner, turning into a reverse waterfall. The stench of blood spread, bringing with it countless nightmares and rotting mold.
The darkness was twitching.
It struggled with difficulty.
It wanted to escape, but it could no longer move. At the last moment, it used all its power to reach out its tentacles, wanting to touch the edge of the Stellaris.
It was only a hair's breadth away.
There, all connections with it were cut off.
It was destined to be unable to board this escape train, and it would usher in its tragic end in the sea.
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Dozens of kilometers away, on the inspection ship, the bearded sailor holding the railing raised his binoculars and stared at the tragic scene in the distance.
"This is the Egret. Requesting an air strike."
He raised the walkie-talkie and said, "Please stand by and be prepared to observe."
Soon, a report with the sound of electric currents sounded from the walkie-talkie. "This is' Lone Wolf. 'Liftoff complete. Standby."
"The enemy is due south of the Stellaris," the sailor said in a low voice. "The weather is cloudy, and the waves of the endless sea are level three. We can attack."
"Roger that."
A short whisper came from the walkie-talkie. Three seconds later, something huge swept past the dark sky and was illuminated by the flames for a moment.
It rose from the faraway hell, threw something down, and returned it.
In the silence, there was another explosion that tore through everything. Along with the terrifying wave, it swept in all directions, and the shrill screams became louder and louder.
The Rotten Dream Queen struggled with great difficulty.
"Witness complete. Attack effective. Lone Wolf, one more time!"
"Got it."
The giant dark creature once again swept past the depths of hell, scattering destructive buds, causing the frenzied flames to soar into the sky once again. In the reflection on the surface of the sea, the darkness had already been ignited, illuminating the desolate hell.
The wailing of a human reverberated in the air and spread out again.
But no matter how much he resisted, screamed, and roared, he could not change the fate that was about to happen.
The merciless attack, no, the ravaging continued.
There was no pause.
Firepower enough to burn down the entire Infernal Realm was thrown onto the Endless Sea, and the entire night was lit up as bright as day. A sharp blade as large as a mountain fell from the depths of hell, plowing a deep trench on the surface of the sea.
The sharp blade disappeared into the depths of hell, but the gap on the surface of the sea could not be closed.
The Queen of Rotten Dreams had already been … sliced in two from the middle!
The mournful voice gradually weakened.
The observer smiled and raised the walkie-talkie. "Support team reporting the situation."
There was a long silence, and no one responded.
"Support team reporting the situation."
There was still dead silence.
In the dead silence, an ear-piercing alarm suddenly sounded on the inspection ship. He turned around in shock, only to see a viscous scarlet slowly seeping out from the cabin.
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Three minutes ago, in the fourth decision room of the Asian Territory Command, there was a low hubbub.
Every moment, hundreds of reports and applications from all over the world poured in. A large number of new documents were waiting to be approved, and a steady stream of work accumulated.
Everyone's faces were filled with sleepiness and haste. They ran back and forth, bringing in and out of reports and documents.
But the ear-piercing alarm suddenly pierced through the hubbub.
Everyone raised their heads in shock and looked at each other.
The dead silence came suddenly.
Then, there was the sound of a door being pushed open.
Outside, a clerk with dull eyes struggled to support himself against the wall and walked in. He grinned at all his colleagues … It was so hideous and ugly.
"Step back!"
Sensing that something was wrong, the guard pulled out his pistol and pointed it at his face. "Stand there. Don't come forward."
So, he stopped.
He just smiled.
His lips gradually opened and closed, and viscous blood flowed out continuously.
Amidst the loud noise, the guard pulled the trigger twice, shattering his skull and heart. However, he did not fall down. He still stood stiffly in the same place, twisting his body. His lips opened and closed with difficulty.
He said, "Strong … Strong … My … Blood!"
Then, his incomplete body rapidly swelled.
Magnificent blood spurted out of his body like a waterfall, but at this moment, the blood turned into a torrent of flames that engulfed everything.
The tyrannical flames engulfed everything, turning everything within reach into ashes.
The fourth decision room of the Asian Territory Command was silent.
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In the sharp busy tone, Ai Qing hung up the direct line of the Asian Territory Command expressionlessly.
There was no need for any explanation.
The moment the communication was cut off, she knew what had happened.
Even if the crisis was still unknown, she still accepted this surprise from hell at the first moment.
In the silent commander's room, she pondered for a moment, reached out, and took out a metal box with cigarettes, a phone, a pistol, and finally, a matchbox from her pocket.
The small matchbox opened, and there were only three slender matches inside.
Even if she didn't have the urge to smoke, she still took out the three 'warning signs' issued to her and placed them on the table.
The first question was the current situation of the command center.
She lit the match.
In the rising flames, the phantoms of explosions and mutilated corpses appeared. The flames flashed for a moment, then extinguished without wind.
Her heart sank.
The second question was what would happen on the Stellaris next.
She lit the second match.
The flames rose again, and she saw the mountain-like train shrouded in shadows. Then, it collapsed in the turbulence, turning into countless fragments that scattered in the sea.
It disappeared.
The flames burned out, burning her fingertips.
She let out a long breath, maintained her composure, threw the burned out match into the trash can, and picked up the last one.
The third question was, where did the enemy come from?
But this time, the match couldn't be ignited. Even when she scratched the phosphor paper, not a single spark dared to jump out.
But this was also a kind of hint.
The things that couldn't be exposed by the warning signs were categorized into different categories and recorded in the usage manual.
As long as she analyzed it carefully …
In the silence, there was a sudden and unsettling knock on the door.
It was a rhythmic knock three times.
Then, a wisp of mist slowly flowed in through the crack of the door, turning into the appearance of a skinny man. Under his gray hair, his green eyes were frighteningly bright.
It was as if — leading to a nightmare …
"Nice to meet you, madam."
The man named Morando gracefully put his hand on his chest and greeted her. "May I know your name?"
"…"
After a short silence, Ai Qing threw away the match in her hand and asked coldly, "Where's Yatin?"
"The guard at the door?"
Morando thought for a moment and smiled. "He's asleep, and the night is calling him."
"I guess it's my turn next, right?"
Ai Qing raised her eyebrows slightly. She reached out and picked up the pistol on the table. She flipped the safety off, pulled the bolt, and raised the muzzle to aim at the enemy in front of her.
"Do you think I'll give up without putting up a fight?"
Morando was amused by her resistance. "You're an ascendant, but you don't have the Stigmata. Even if you have a gun in your hand, what can you do?
Let me guess. Is there a numbered spell bullet in the gun? Ah, maybe it's prepared for me … But do you think you can hit it? Maybe you have another trump card, but — "
A hoarse voice came from behind Ai Qing. "Which one are you going to shoot at?"
Following Morando's words, skinny men appeared from behind the wall one after another. With calm smiles, they reached out and pressed down on her shoulders.
The skin under the clothes where they pressed down quickly faded and withered, and the blood dissipated.
Ai Qing's face gradually turned pale.
"Don't move." Morando chuckled. "Otherwise, I can't control myself —"
"What a coincidence."
Another voice came from the room. "Me too."
The smell of sulfur suddenly spread with the hot wind. Behind Ai Qing, a pair of amber eyes slowly opened, and a blurry figure slowly appeared.
Following that, there was a solemn and huge ferocious silhouette behind her.
It was a dragon.
A red dragon!
With a whisper, the sharp scaly claws swept across. In an instant, it tore Morando apart and forced him to retreat. It shrouded Ai Qing under its wings.
"Dragon —"
In an instant, Morando was stunned. He quickly retreated and finally caught a glimpse of the long fiery red hair.
— — Andrea!
"You're not a Grade 3?" Morando was stunned and immediately became vigilant.
"Grade 3? I was probably one a month ago. "
Andrea glanced at him with a faint smile. "However, apart from academic achievements, this kind of personal growth in strength … You don't have to talk about it everywhere, do you?"
Now, the Red Dragon Andrea grinned. The ferocious projection of the fire dragon lowered its eyes. Its tyrannical gaze fell on Morando's face. "If you dare to walk into a trap, you must be prepared, right? If so, accompany me — — to play! "
In an instant, a blazing torrent whizzed out, easily tearing the inner layer of the carriage apart. It whizzed out from the top floor of the Astral and swept across.
The flame blade instantly drew an arc in the night sky.
It transmitted an alarm to the distance from the darkness.
Then, Andrea stepped forward. The suit on her back shattered, and two ferocious wings slowly spread out. In her hands, the air was turbulent.
Under the guidance of the law of thermodynamics, the air exploded, condensed, and explored in an instant. In the end, it formed a sticky and dazzling plasma.
With a wave of her hand, it whizzed forward.
It was as if the sun had swallowed Morando in an instant.
But amidst the intense pain, as his body burned to nothing, endless darkness turned into bats and flew out from his shattered body. They flew all over the sky, and countless scarlet eyes opened.
The swarm of bats gathered again, and a blood-red crown was already placed on Morando's head.
— — Divine Mark, Dracula!
In that instant, Morando was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he grinned hideously and chanted an incantation that led to disaster.
"Once upon a time, there was a dream —"
A story …
A story full of inauspiciousness spilled out from his mouth.
In an instant, on the Astral, the eyes of thousands of people slowly lit up from their drowsy state. They chanted along with him, narrating a dark fairy tale from the abyss.
A story about … nightmares.
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