Through Sheila's description, Zhang Lisheng gradually understood the difficult situation of the Earth at this time. Although there were only four foreign world civilizations invading, and most of them were old enemies who had already fought before, the situation had fundamentally deteriorated compared to before.
Whether it was the steam civilization of the Karlado people or the mythical civilization of the Shrimp World No. 2, it was only one of the countries that fought with the Earth. However, the conflict at this moment had already escalated to a 'world' -level all-out war.
Up until now, the five major livestock and food-producing states of the United States of America, which had the strongest military power on Earth and was known as the leader of the western free world, had suffered a devastating blow to their agriculture and animal husbandry industries. Coupled with the sharp rise in transportation costs during the war, half of the cities in their territory had a food crisis.
In the east, the most ancient and mysterious revival country, China, had razed hundreds of coastal cities to the ground in order to resist the attack of the brutal Ejyptians who had begun to peep at the mainland after turning Japan into a ghost town.
In other areas, although the countries of the European Union had not been directly attacked by the foreign world civilizations due to their geographical location, more than one-tenth of the area had been turned into ruins under the attack of the Karlado people's steam missiles, causing the entire federation to fall into the brink of economic collapse due to the chain reaction of the war.
The situation of the powerful countries was already so difficult, so the weak countries were even facing a severe test of life and death. In this case, the Atlanteans seemed to have become the only savior, causing the entire Africa, half of the small countries in South America, and West Asia to be semi-openly controlled by the alien civilization.
It was already late at night when Zhang Lisheng finally figured out the situation from the girl.
Zhang Lisheng frowned and pondered for a while before asking, "Sheila, can you send me to Noah World?"
"Now that more than 90% of the civil air transportation in the federation has been terminated, the tickets to New Mexico are very popular, but I can still send one or two people away.
When do you plan to leave? " Sheila smiled confidently. It was apparent that she did not give up her identity as the heir of the old wealthy family in New York because of her gradually radical ideas.
At such a critical moment, the difference between the heritage of an ancient family and a nouveau riche was revealed.
"Of course, the sooner …" When the young man was about to say the sooner the better, an inexplicable throb suddenly rose in his heart. Unconsciously, he stood up from the sofa.
"What's wrong, Lisheng?" The girl froze and asked in panic. She knew very well how powerful and calm the black-haired man in front of her was. The situation must be bad for him to lose his composure like this.
"Nothing, Shelly." Zhang Lisheng fell into a moment of silence and a strange expression appeared on his face. Baffled, he asked, "I heard from those few black men on the way to New York that there are many cults appearing in Queens now?"
"The Federation already has hundreds of strange sects because of the Religious Freedom Act." Sheila was stunned for a while before nodding with a wry smile. With a confused gaze, she replied, "Now that the war has broken out, everyone is in a state of panic. Many strange things that only exist in myths are happening one after another in the real world. Indeed, many people have lost their faith."
"This is really the best but also the worst era …" The young man's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself. Looking at the girl, he raised his voice and said, "Alright, we'll talk about the plane ticket when I come back. It's already very late, so you should rest first. Have a sweet dream, Sheila."
"Where are you going so late at night, Lisheng? Don't tell me that you're going to look for trouble with those cults?" When Sheila saw Zhang Lisheng standing up to walk towards the door as he spoke, she was stunned for a moment before hurriedly saying, "In the past year, other than the invasion of the supernatural realm, the most widely circulated news is the revival of the gods. Legend has it that there is a certain terrifying existence standing behind many cults …"
"Sheila." Zhang Lisheng flashed a ferocious smile at the girl and interrupted her words before asking, "Have you seen any existence that is more terrifying than me before?" Pushing open the door, his figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Without using his divine power, just relying on the unimaginable physique of a god and the athletic skills of a Chinese boxing master, the young man leaped down from the second floor lightly and glanced at the thugs who were sleeping soundly on the ground. With a step, he leaped to the heavy iron door wrapped in leather and opened the hidden lock to leave the bar.
The cold wind howled in the gloomy night. Raindrops the size of beans drifted down from the sky and landed on the ground with a pitter patter. As it passed through the dim street lights in the alley, it revealed a constantly changing shadow that resembled a monster pouncing on its prey.
The flashing police lights on the distant road flashed by. Zhang Lisheng closed his eyes to sense it for a while in the heavy rain. Squatting on the muddy ground, he grabbed a handful of mud and wiped it on his face before quickly walking out of the dark alley.
In the bitter winter wind and rain, most of the burning iron barrels on both sides of the road had already been extinguished. Only a few barrels that were still filled with oil or placed under the eaves to shelter from the rain were still emitting warm light and heat, attracting a large number of refugees to crowd around them.
"Hey, young man, come and warm yourself up. It's not a joke to get sick in the rain these days." As the young man walked quickly on the street, a hoarse voice resonated from the side of the iron barrel, showing the beauty of human nature in a desperate situation.
Unfortunately, Zhang Lisheng, who had something important to do, turned a deaf ear to this kindness. He lowered his head and crossed the road. When he was in the dark alley, he would break through the rain curtain like a ghost and run at a subsonic speed. When he was on the road, he would jog all the way, as though he had a map in his mind. After spending more than half an hour without stopping along the way, he finally came to a dirty neighborhood soaked in heavy rain.
There was not a single lit street lamp on the four-lane road. There were only more than ten windows flashing on the old apartment buildings on both sides, illuminating a few strange graffiti.
"It should be nearby …" Zhang Lisheng stopped in the heavy rain and looked around. Slowly closing his eyes, he allowed the feeling deep in his heart to guide him forward and walked diagonally into an old five-story apartment.
He continued to go up the narrow and cramped dark stairwell and came to an iron door on the top floor. He opened his eyes and smiled happily before pressing the bell.
A series of melodious' ding dong ding dong 'sounds resonated disharmoniously in the building, but nobody paid any attention to it. It was not until two to three minutes later, when the young man pressed the doorbell for the third time that someone finally asked in a rough voice, "W-Who is it?"
"Sir, I'm the messenger sent by the god that you believe in. Can you please open the door?" Without any hesitation, Zhang Lisheng answered an extremely strange answer with an extremely sincere voice and attitude.
"W-What? W-What did you say? Who are you?"
"I'm the messenger of God. I'm here to see his devout lamb. Can you please open the door?" The young man said again clearly. More than ten seconds later, a 'click' sound of a long gun bolt being pulled resonated from behind him. Then, a man's voice resonated, "Bastard! No matter who you are, it's not a good idea to make fun of our faith.
Raise your hand right now! "
Right at this moment, a silver snake streaked across the sky. In the midst of the lightning and thunder, Zhang Lisheng turned around to look at the tall, strong man who was a head taller than him and was wearing an old blue denim overalls could be faintly seen in the glimmer of light leaking out of the door. He muttered to himself, "It actually misled my perception. How interesting …"
Then, he flashed a kind smile. "Don't be nervous, believer. Today is a good day for you to receive the grace of God. Your devout worship has been rewarded, so you should be grateful …"
"Shut up!" The tall, strong man snapped and interrupted Zhang Lisheng's words. "I've said it before, it's not a good idea to make fun of other people's faith.
Now, I'll give you two choices. Either you scram from our door right now, or I'll shoot your brains out. "
"Believer, such harsh words are not the right attitude to treat God's messenger." When the young man saw that he could not communicate with the tall, strong man in a friendly manner, he no longer said anything. Moving as fast as lightning, he rushed forward and snatched the long gun away with both of his hands before gently crashing into the room.
Most of the old US apartments were more spacious, especially after the two apartments were merged into one and all the walls except for the bathroom were smashed down.
The unexpected huge space caused the strong man, who was sent flying by the young man, to roll together with the few men and women in ragged clothes who were watching the show behind him. Fortunately, they did not crash into the wall and fall to the ground with their heads broken.
However, even under such a huge impact, the tall, strong man still lay on the ground for a while. He was so dizzy that he was not fully awake yet. However, the vigilance cultivated in the cruel environment still made him shout vaguely, "Shoot! Shoot! Sh * t! Someone broke in! Shoot! Shoot …"
Unfortunately, the instant his exclamation left his mouth, before he could even wake up his dumbfounded companions in the room, Zhang Lisheng had already disarmed the other armed men in a ghostly manner.
Strolling around the room that was more than ten meters long and wide, he saw that there was no other furnishings in the apartment other than the panicked faces and sleeping bags all over the floor. In the end, the young man focused his gaze on the portraits of Chinese door gods wearing armor on the wall. After a moment of silence, a relieved smile crept upon his face as he asked, "Who's the leader here?"
Upon hearing this question, the people in the room who were shocked by Zhang Lisheng's obviously supernatural agile attack immediately shifted their attention to a tall young girl in the front row.
Zhang Lisheng smiled and looked at the tall woman's eyes following the crowd's gaze. "Believer, are you the shepherd of the Wizard Li in the mortal world?"
"Y-You're really God's messenger?" Looking back at the young man's eyes that were so deep that they seemed to have twinkling stars in them, the girl, who originally had a slightly stubborn and terrified expression, seemed to have sensed something. Stepping out from the crowd, she asked in a slightly trembling voice.
"Of course …" Zhang Lisheng nodded. When he was about to bewitch her with some nonsense, he suddenly heard a series of roars and battle cries resonating in the rushing rain outside the window.
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