"Haha … What a fool!"
"You think you can make use of the anomalies just because you know the rules of the anomalies. You guys … don't know what true terror is!"
Fang Xian complained, "In fact, the World Monarch is the one who is having a hard time. There are so many Calamity Grade anomalies, but they still haven't destroyed you …"
The tentacles of the notebook slowly retracted.
Javy's expression was a little blank, but it instantly turned into fear as he stared at the notebook in his hand.
A new line of words appeared. "Go to the City of Sleep, now!"
Javy was silent.
He knew that even if he did not go, the notebook would control him to go.
Master Doehring's defeat earlier had already explained many problems.
"Okay, I'll go now!"
He gritted his teeth and agreed.
...
Overseas island, Secret Service Headquarters.
Doehring's figure appeared. He looked at the old woman and a middle-aged man beside her. "How is the Fountain of Dead Souls?"
"It suddenly went berserk. We used a few Sealed Artifacts to barely suppress it …" the old woman replied bitterly.
The old lady answered bitterly, "But … there are already a hundred and twenty-seven strange items sealed with the water of the dead souls. Among them, there are seventeen Grade III Sealed Artifacts and thirty-three Grade II Sealed Artifacts …"
"Suddenly disappeared?"
Doehring's eyes widened.
"Seems like our previous guess was right. The Calamity Grade anomalies have the ability to contact or control certain anomalies …"
The middle-aged man beside him answered.
After a pause, his expression changed again. "Found it … Look!"
There was a crystal ball in his hand, and a dark city appeared.
It was the City of Sleep!
At this time, around the City of Sleep, cracks opened in the ground, and muddy yellow spring water gushed out.
In the spring water, broken figures appeared one after another.
Some of them were holding strangely shaped discs, some were dragging a mirror as tall as a person, and some were holding a violin, as if they were musicians.
At this time, all of them had only one goal — the City of Sleep.
They seemed to be on a pilgrimage, or like … puppets controlled by some invisible thread!
Their movements were mechanical, their expressions dull, but their steps were firm as they walked into the depths of the city.
"I told you long ago that we can't completely rely on a certain mysterious object. Now, as expected, there's a problem." Delin was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"This … Could it be that the calamity-level paranormal in the City of Sleep has controlled the Fountain of Dead Souls and is collecting paranormal items on purpose?" the old lady mumbled to herself. "What does it want so many paranormal items for?"
"In short, I know we can't let it succeed. Otherwise, our world will be destroyed …"
The middle-aged man said coldly.
"Immediately gather the elite team and rush to the sleeping city. We must stop it at all costs!"
…
Outside the City of Sleep.
The sword-wielding guards naturally noticed that something was wrong.
Some of the sword-wielding men wanted to step forward and stop these Derivatives from advancing.
But suddenly, the dark clouds above the sleeping city began to expand, casting a huge shadow.
The sword-bearers who walked into the shadows, regardless of their level, all fell unconscious.
The unique feature of this Level-V oddity was that everyone who entered the range of the City of Sleep would be forced to sleep, without exception!
If one day, the boundaries of this city expanded to cover the entire world, then the entire world would be destroyed.
The observers on the periphery felt their legs turn to jelly. They could only watch as more than a hundred figures entered the sleeping city with the paranormal items in their hands and disappeared into the darkness …
The dark clouds above the city rolled and began to expand again.
"Not good … The sleeping city is really becoming active."
The observers on the towers were so scared that they could not even speak coherently. "The speed … is very fast … If this continues, in less than ten minutes, we will all be wiped out. In one day, it will come into contact with human activity areas again!"
"Quick … Where's the support from the headquarters? Why aren't they here yet? "
In the midst of all the noise, noise, and despair, a group of people suddenly appeared on the ground.
Delin frowned. "Our sword-wielding men, have their mental fortitude deteriorated so much?"
"Do you think everyone is like us, dealing with the most dangerous paranormal items one after another?"
The old lady rolled her eyes at him. She calmly took out a makeup box, as if she wanted to touch up her makeup.
The makeup box landed on the ground and suddenly expanded … into the shape of a red phone booth.
"We're going to use this wishing phone booth again! I suspect … every time we use it, this paranormal item will also go out of control a little … "
Delin frowned.
"But … there's no other way, is there?"
The old lady walked into the phone booth and picked up the receiver.
"Beep beep …"
After a series of beeps, the call was connected.
There was no sound from the other side. The atmosphere was eerily silent.
"I hope … to stop the expansion of the sleeping city!"
The old lady's voice clearly stated her wish.
"Crash!"
The next moment, her body suddenly exploded, and the glass of the phone booth was dyed red.
"We failed …"
Delin frowned, looking a little gloomy.
"Yes … we failed."
The old lady appeared beside him again. This time, she had changed into a cake dress and was holding a white parasol.
She walked to the phone booth, ignoring the mess and her original corpse. She picked up the receiver and began to make a wish again. "I hope … that within today, the sword-wielding men from our headquarters will not be suppressed by the sleeping city, and that they will remain conscious …"
"Ho ho!"
A voice suddenly came from the other side of the receiver.
It sounded like a heavy breathing of a person, but also like a roar.
"It has agreed. The price will be paid by me."
The old lady walked out of the phone booth and turned it back into a makeup box. She held it in her hand and said, "Within today, our sword-wielding men can enter the sleeping city, and will not be forced to sleep. The Sealed Artifacts in their hands can also be used normally …"
"Very good …"
The middle-aged man holding the crystal ball nodded. "Then … should we immediately send people?"
"Damn, we should at least try to snatch those Sealed Artifacts back before they cause terrible effects!" Delin was silent for a moment, and then he took a step forward.
"Be careful, this effect can only last for a day …"
The old lady reminded him.
It was not that she could not make a wish for a longer time, but she could not afford the price.
"I hope I can see you again after this time."
Delin bowed. "Then, I'll be going."
He walked to an open space. There, a team of a dozen elite sword-wielding men had already assembled.
Merry and White Stone were among them.
"Everyone has seen the files …"
Delin walked in front of the team and said loudly, "The headquarters has used the power of a Sealed Artifact to enhance us. Now … let's go!"
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