My sister solemnly placed the paper with the fierce name on it on the stone that served as the experiment platform. Then, she ran back and hid behind me anxiously. Her actions made us nervous too.
In the first ten seconds, nothing happened.
Just as we thought that the experiment had failed, a series of crackling sounds came from the sky above us. Then, under everyone's dumbfounded expressions, a pale white lightning bolt as thick as an infant's arm appeared out of nowhere and struck the white paper with a loud rumble.
The stone under the white paper turned into ashes, but the white paper miraculously remained unscathed.
This was only the beginning. Following that, more and more intense lightning bolts struck from all directions. From afar, it looked as though a huge cone of lightning had descended from the sky, and the tip of the cone was focused on the disaster beacon in front of us. A few seconds later, the sky started to turn dark. Fist-sized hailstones mixed with acid rain poured down. Then, hurricanes, earthquakes, magma, basically all kinds of catastrophes that we could think of appeared one after another. All of them were concentrated near the disaster beacon, causing the small area with a circumference of less than a hundred meters to become a condensed version of the end of the world. At this moment, we had already hidden far away. We hid in a rectangular shelter that Little Bubble had temporarily built. We looked at the disaster beacon in astonishment as it was ravaged by all kinds of natural disasters. Thank the heavens, Little Bubble had performed exceptionally well this time. The shelter that she had built was rather sturdy. At the very least, the acid rain outside wouldn't leak in.
Ten minutes later, the natural disasters finally showed signs of weakening. The wind and rain gradually stopped, the earthquakes ceased, and the magma cooled down and solidified. In the end, a large group of mammoths that had appeared out of nowhere stampeded past the shelter under our stupefied gazes. They completely destroyed the last piece of intact ground nearby. Only then did this small-scale disaster come to an end.
I suddenly felt sorry for the white paper that had been ravaged and drawn with circles. What a terrible curse it must have been to bring about such an earth-shattering death sentence!
There was no doubt that her sister had compressed the power of her curse into that piece of white paper. This was much more serious than those cursed items in supernatural novels that could only cause a car accident or a few deaths. Have you ever seen a cursed item in a supernatural movie that could cause the victim to be struck by lightning, collapse, burn, drown, and finally be stomped into a pancake by a herd of mammoths?
I reckon that a terrorist attack in the city center would have a much better effect than 911. Moreover, the success rate is extremely high because there is no such thing as a security department that specifically searches for small slips of paper. Even the Presidential Palace doesn't have a rule that prohibits people from carrying white paper.
After I finished fantasizing about the beautiful scene of Tokyo being destroyed with a pile of white paper, my attention returned to studying these "scribbled runes" that were filled with resentment and the power of curses.
I first expressed my respect to my older sister's creativity and vicious methods after being corrupted. Then, I asked my own question.
"Sis, why do we have to draw these circles on the disaster beacon?"
My older sister's expression suddenly became awkward.
"Oh …" After spending so many years together, I instantly understood. Shallow Shallow, who was standing beside me, also revealed a smile of understanding.
"There's a problem, there's definitely a problem …" Lin Xue looked at me and then at Shallow Shallow, who was smiling at me. She nodded and came to a conclusion. Then, she stared at me and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"
I looked at my older sister who was blushing and kindly advised Lin Xue, "It's best that you stop asking. If you continue to ask, I believe that my sister will draw those circles on your body."
This kind of threat was very effective. Lin Xue looked at the surface outside that looked like the surface of Mars, which had experienced all kinds of natural disasters. She immediately stuck out her tongue, indicating that she wasn't interested in this question at all.
Actually, the explanation was quite simple. My older sister's power wasn't some kind of magic or Daoist technique. She didn't need to draw runes or formations on a piece of paper. If she wanted to create this kind of cursed item, all she had to do was chant at a piece of paper and seal her power in it. However, if she just called a piece of white paper something like a beacon, it would feel very unsightly. It was just like how many celebrities, regardless of whether they were artistic or not, would always hang a painting or a few pieces of art in their house. My older sister naturally wanted to draw some kind of powerful picture on the paper to match the name of the disaster beacon. However, this was the problem …
I remembered that when my older sister was still in university, she once helped take care of the child of a teacher she had a good relationship with. That child was just five years old and was still in kindergarten.
My older sister was a girl who was easily aroused by motherly love. From me, who was picked up by her, to Pandora, who was picked up by me, and then to the kittens and puppies that were picked up by anyone, my older sister's motherly love burst forth. At that time, my older sister's motherly love burst forth and she excitedly taught the child how to draw.
Again, it should be noted that the child was five years old at that time.
When the child's mother brought her child home, the child excitedly took out a stack of drawing paper and showed it to his mother. Thus, the young mother who didn't know the truth expressed her disdain towards two of the drawings and taught her child not to waste paper in such a way …
From then on, my older sister swore that she would never draw anything more than two strokes again.
I thought about it, in this world, other than a needle, the only thing that could be drawn in one stroke and that my older sister could draw well was probably a circle …
Perhaps it was because they sensed the black resentment emanating from my older sister, the few curious babies who didn't know the truth wisely chose to remain silent. Although Jingle had a strong resistance towards my older sister's curse due to her status as a Protoss, the only thing this little thing was interested in was the thousands of pounds of various desserts piled up in her personal space. Thus, the circle drawn by my older sister became a puzzle that troubled everyone for a long time.
Now that the outside world had calmed down, I suggested that we might as well stay in this refugee room. Although it was a little crude, it was much better than the 2012 edition barracks that was full of holes. However, Lin Xue scanned the refugee room from top to bottom and said, "Chen Jun, don't you think this room looks like a coffin?"
Thus, we decided to return to the dangerous room and gave me the heavy responsibility of cultivating Little Bubble's basic sense of beauty within a short period of time.
My older sister's creative invention prepared a large amount of unexpected military supplies for us. Pandora sent out numerous mass-produced scouting robots, each of them carrying a roll of white paper known as a 'Calamity Beacon'. These extremely efficient laborers followed the precise coordinates that Lin Xue used her prophecy ability to cover the paths of the enemies. I have to say, Lin Xue's prophecy ability was really powerful. Her prophecy ability was actually so accurate that she could accurately predict what kind of monsters would pass by at any intersection. The calamity beacons that were hidden in all sorts of tricky corners would definitely cause the monsters that happened to pass by to die a miserable death after they were activated. This greatly compensated for my older sister's flaw of limiting the range of the calamity beacons triggered to a radius of a few hundred meters due to her lack of power.
That was why I said that prophecy was a really despicable profession.
Cough cough, it was really a sin to describe a beauty like that.
The results of the battle were obvious.
Due to Lin Xue's precise prophecy, all the calamity beacons were activated at the most concentrated time and location of the passing monster army. Then, hundreds and thousands of small-scale, high-intensity natural disasters caused great casualties to those brainless monsters.
Even though the physique of the demonic creatures was strong and ordinary lightning strikes might not even be able to harm them, no matter from which angle you looked at it from, after being continuously struck by lightning, burned by fire, drowned by water, and finally crushed by hundreds of mammoths that weighed dozens of tons, no matter how strong the monsters were, there was no reason for them to survive, right?
After all, although a strong character like the Saint Seiya was suitable to be the main character, it definitely wasn't suitable to be cannon fodder that had an average face.
I offer my deepest condolences to those pitiful monsters that were destroyed to death by my older sister's resentment …
Although there were quite a number of monsters that were blasted to smithereens by Chen Qian's circle of landmines, there were simply too many monsters. It was impossible for a group of monsters that had already lost their minds to be blasted to smithereens again. This destroyed my little plan of disrupting the enemy's advance — damn it, they didn't even have an advance at all!
The tens of thousands of monsters were still marching majestically towards us. According to Pandora's calculations, they would appear in our field of vision tomorrow.
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