Under the temptation of the ethereal and beautiful song, the Atlantean sergeants threw themselves into the unknown trap on the top floor of the collapsing building like moths flying into the fire.
As the leader, even though the sergeant major was already vigilant before the action, he did not expect the enemy's means to be so strange that it could easily cause all the low-level sergeants to fall into danger. At once, he could no longer maintain his calmness just now. Loudly, he revised his order, "Don't continue to raise the light stone's ignition point! Start a low-intensity free attack!
Melt the walls and ground of the target floor. "His body was covered in raging flames.
In a moment, under the furious attacks of him and dozens of alien warriors, the floor, walls, and ceiling of the skyscraper that was cracking were all vaporized. The only thing left in the air was an enormous square that was attached to the void with six sides depicting complicated, wriggling patterns that were constantly changing.
In the distance, when the general public, who were worried about the victims of the building or a few who were simply watching the show, saw this strange scene, they finally realized that the disaster was not as simple as it seemed. At the same time, they exclaimed, "What is that? Oh my God! What's hiding in that building …"
"Box! That's a huge square-shaped Devil's Box! Don't tell me it's Pandora's Box …"
"D-Don't tell me it's a spatial channel opened by the foreign world's invaders …" At the same time, they made all kinds of bizarre and unreliable guesses.
In the hubbub of the general public, a building that looked like it was about to collapse but had held on for a long time finally collapsed. In a series of earth-shattering loud noises and a strong earthquake that seemed to shake the earth and mountains, it turned into ruins, burying hundreds of rescuers and victims who were several times the number of victims alive.
Ordinary people would not be able to notice it, but in Zhang Lisheng's mind, very soon, souls with twisted and elongated bodies appeared in the ruins of the collapsed skyscrapers. They covered their eyes while their mouths kept opening and closing miserably, howling silently as they floated up continuously.
They struggled desperately in the distance, but in the end, they were still sucked into the Pandora's Box.
The preparation steps of the ceremony were finally completed. The faint sound of nature that could be heard gradually became clearer. Fortunately, even if ordinary Earthlings heard this sound, they would not be affected at all. However, it was different for the Atlanteans.
In just a few short minutes, more and more sergeants threw themselves into the huge cuboid suspended in the void, and their level also increased from the initial 'Mechanical Light Sergeant' to the 'Planetary Sergeant'.
Seeing that more and more soldiers were falling into the enemy's trap, the extremely conceited sergeant major, who was leading the operation, made a desperate decision and led the few 'stellar soldiers' who could still maintain their sanity to charge into the enemy's trap.
As the strongest single soldier of the powerful Atlantis civilization, after the Sergeant Major charged forward, a milky white light was faintly emitted from the dark red and bloody magic box as it slowly rotated.
More than ten minutes later, a steel fortress the size of a rural town that was floating in the air with thousands of inverted propellers rotating silently at the bottom and hundreds of side propellers pushing it forward agilely broke through the clouds and arrived next to the Pandora's Box.
"It's the Sky Fortress! The Steel Warriors are here! Ha! Looks like the Atlanteans who came for disaster relief this time will have to rely on us Earthlings to save them …" Upon seeing the late arrival of the federation's peak combat force, someone among the onlookers made a proud prediction.
The instant his words left his mouth, black figures rose from the deck of the Sky Fortress. Hundreds of Steel Warriors ran and leaped into the air. Suddenly, hot flames spewed out from their hands, feet, and backs as they charged towards the huge Pandora's Box not far away.
Just as they were charging, the daytime sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds. The originally hot midsummer weather instantly became as cold as winter.
Under the blowing of the biting cold wind, a dark light flashed across the huge cuboid hanging in the air. Some of the complex lines that were originally wiggling and changing disappeared within a second or two, while some of them spread and twisted, forming different patterns of corpses with the skin and flesh of the head being worn away to reveal the frontal bone, or the chest being cracked open to reveal the ribs and internal organs.
Standing under the tree, Zhang Lisheng stared at the Pandora's Box floating in the air with a dumbfounded expression. Sensing the ancient evil divine power that filled the clouds, he muttered, "This is really f * cked up! This kind of probability that's even smaller than hitting an elastic ball can actually be bet by the Lord? He really relied on the blood sacrifice to steal the power of the ancient dark god … No, no!
Maybe it's not just good luck. There's an old saying in China that goes, 'Time makes the hero.' Perhaps with the arrival of the Colossal World, the extraordinary power on Earth is also recovering, and a new mythological era is coming … "
The young man pondered for a long time but still could not come to a correct conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it. In any case, the spirit of a person like the Lord who relied on ritual theft and begging to obtain the power of the ancient god would inevitably be seriously polluted, to the point that even his self-consciousness could not be preserved.
Not only that, but this kind of divine power was like water without a source. If he wanted to strengthen it, he could only continue the blood sacrifice. In the end, it was very likely that he would become the resurrected body of the ancient god. Zhang Lisheng would not want this kind of power even if it was given to him for free. On the contrary, it would be a good thing for more such people to appear and disrupt the layout of Atlantis on Earth.
When the young man was contemplating, the Steel Warriors, who did not really intend to rescue the alien sergeants, had already stopped charging and escorted the Sky Fortress to retreat to the distance.
The instant the fortress stopped, the 'magic box' suddenly shattered. In the midst of the rolling black smoke, a throne that was piled up with a height of 100 meters appeared in a flash. The tens of thousands of heads with a mournful expression inlaid on it suddenly shouted in unison, "I, Sumnami, the successor of the ancient dark god's' Skeleton Throne ', hereby warn all Atlanteans.
All the land, oceans, rivers, and islands of this planet belong to the human beings on Earth. You shall be punished by the gods for your aggression! "
While the shouting was still echoing in the air, a giant, whose face was hidden in the shadows, wearing a black robe and a black bone crown on his head, holding a slender black bone staff, appeared on the throne of corpses.
After revealing his figure, Mr. Giant looked around in a dignified manner. The scepter in his hand paused in the air and gave off a loud thunderous sound. In an instant, he disappeared along with the rapidly dissipating dark clouds.
Everything returned to its calm state, leaving only ruins on the scene.
Even though the Lord had only destroyed a building for the blood sacrifice ritual, the domino-like reaction and violent tremors when it collapsed had already made the buildings on the entire block very dangerous. Without reinforcement, they could no longer be used.
Looking at the devastated block, Zhang Lisheng frowned and muttered to himself in a low voice, "I've boasted so much, but in the end, I only destroyed a small street. I thought I'd be able to see the New York military base being filled with Atlantean corpses today." Looking up at the alien battleship that was rushing over, he turned around and quickly walked into a dark alley.
In the blink of an eye, it was already evening. The young man's figure appeared near the Chinese Consulate General in New York at No. 520 12th Street, Manhattan.
As the only most important partner that also had a harmless foreign world like the US and had infinite development potential, the security of the Chinese foreign affairs agency in the US had become increasingly strict. The Federal Security Bureau had even set up a special office for this.
Zhang Lisheng only paced a few steps in front of the consulate and hesitated for a while. At once, a group of two patrolmen walked up to him and said with a stiff expression, "Sir, please show me your ID."
Having lived in the US for a long time and usually liked to go out alone, as a yellow-skinned Chinese man, the young man had long been accustomed to carrying his ID with him. Immediately, he took out his driver's license and handed it to the police.
"A New Yorker?" The younger patrolman, who was also taller and stronger, looked at Zhang Lisheng's ID under the light and had a slightly surprised look in his eyes. However, he still said persistently, "This is in front of the Chinese Consulate General in New York. Why did you suddenly stop?"
The young man did not look like a terrorist's paradise or a Central Asian desert. When he saw that the patrolman was asking so carefully, he answered in slight puzzlement, "I'm here to look for a friend."
"Looking for a friend?" The tall police officer returned the ID to Zhang Lisheng with a blank expression. "If you're looking for a friend, why don't you go in directly? It's a critical period now, so I'm afraid you'll have to follow us to the police station, sir."
The patrolmen's repeated difficulties finally made Zhang Lisheng realize that the matter was not simple. However, he did not get angry or argue. Instead, he smiled faintly and said calmly, "Listen, buddy. I have anxiety, and I also have a good lawyer.
If you bring me back to my senses for no reason tonight, I promise you that you'll have to stay on the most remote beach in Staten Island for the rest of your life and live your life watching turtles. "
"You're threatening me? Do you know that you're threatening a police officer in New York …" When the tall police officer heard this, he roared in anger. However, when he saw the black-haired young man in front of him suddenly showing a completely different temperament and demeanor from just now, his voice could not help but become softer.
Observing a person's identity was one of the basic skills that a patrolman must master. He could tell whether Zhang Lisheng was bluffing or if he was really a big trouble.
"Tom, you're too sensitive. I don't think there's any problem with this gentleman, but there's a suspicious guy across the street." Similarly, the old patrolman who had been silent all this while could also tell that the Asian young man who was being made difficult by his companion was not a simple person. He cleverly made up a reason and smiled apologetically at Zhang Lisheng. Pulling his companion to cross the road, he casually stopped a pedestrian and began to check his ID.
"What a smart guy …" A sneer appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth as he muttered in confusion, "But why are they making things difficult for me? Is it just because they're in a bad mood, or is there some reason that forces them to do so …" His gaze inadvertently shifted to the New York consulate.
Right at this moment, the door of the consulate opened. Zhang Lisheng looked through the gap of the door and his pupils suddenly narrowed.
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