Upon receiving news of the arrival of the evil god, the entire special department was thrown into chaos.
No one dared to delay, knowing that this incident was beyond their control. Who would have thought that a simple task of eliminating cult members would lead to such a huge disaster?
The information was reported up the chain of command, and within moments everyone who needed to know it knew it.
Orders were issued one after another: first, the urgent evacuation of the public; second, the relocation of important departments and classified materials; and third, the dispatch of a group of experienced top-tier superhumans...
Before long, the whole story was thoroughly investigated.
After reviewing the documents, one of the leaders angrily slammed his fist on the table:
"A cult held a ritual to summon an evil god, and what were you doing? You didn't take it seriously at all, and they actually succeeded!"
The person in charge who was scolded was also feeling bitter, and he defended himself:
"We investigated this cult. It didn't even have a basic understanding of it. It was just a paranoid psychopath who picked up a rudimentary book on rituals. Even the evil god they chose was probably just something they imagined and made up."
Who could have imagined it would succeed? How could it possibly succeed?
As they talked, the person in charge became incredulous, and the leader, upon hearing this, didn't know what to say.
"Moreover, it's not that we don't take it seriously. Even with such a makeshift team, we sent Han Yuan, a top-tier superhuman from Shanghai, to lead the team to handle it."
The person in charge held one central belief: this was an undeserved disaster, and they had done their best.
The accountability process has been temporarily put on hold, as there are more important matters to attend to.
The leader sitting at the very top said:
"Have the reinforcements arrived yet? Although the evil god hasn't made any big moves yet, we all know that this is only temporary."
If we don't eliminate the evil god when it's at its weakest point after its arrival, utter annihilation will follow.
The high-ranking leader's sharp eyes swept around the room, his words heavy and forceful:
"Gentlemen, the survival of Shanghai, and even the nation, may hinge on this battle!"
Everyone present tensed up, knowing that these words were not meant to frighten. The harm that evil gods could cause was immense, as evidenced by a certain island nation nearby.
Because of their chaotic and disordered religious beliefs, they were almost the first to be visited by evil gods.
There are no effective means to stop it, and now that country is no longer a country, order has collapsed, and it has almost become a paradise for evil gods.
With everyone working together, the issues discussed at the meeting were resolved quickly, taking into account almost every aspect to ensure that the harm would be minimized regardless of victory or defeat.
Finally, someone made a suggestion:
"The body that this unknown evil god has descended into is that of the Qu family's daughter. Should we protect the Qu family?"
The attendees exchanged glances, all understanding the unspoken meaning: on the surface, it was protection, but in reality, it was control.
There have been examples where the physical body of an evil god still retained consciousness, although it quickly vanished, it was still a kind of insurance.
Therefore, with everyone's tacit approval, the proposal was unanimously approved.
However, it was a minor matter, and soon the support team arrived. The leaders dispersed and went about their respective tasks.
Only three people arrived to provide support, but each of them was a household name.
Led by the female sword immortal Yun Han, the other two are also extraordinary: Ming Xia, whose thunderous Taoist arts are superb, and Gu Zhuo, a military expert who has been through countless battles.
Without saying much, the three of them gathered the basic information and headed to the scene.
On the road, Mingxia broke the silence:
“Hey, what do you think is the origin of this evil god? Let me make this clear first: I’ve already written my will and distributed all my assets. I suggest you do the same.”
His words seemed incoherent and even discouraging, but the other two showed no sign of disdain.
A slight smile flickered across the face of the female swordswoman Yun Han, who was always praised for her unparalleled beauty:
"We all received our assignments on short notice. Who knows more than you? As for wills—who didn't write them beforehand?"
Gu Zhuo, who was standing next to him, nodded silently upon hearing this.
Even with such high hopes placed upon them, these three lacked absolute confidence in their success; the terror of the evil god is something those who haven't personally experienced it cannot comprehend.
Upon arriving at the location, the surrounding buildings had been evacuated, and the place was now deserted.
To their surprise, the evil god did not infect or assimilate a group of minions, allowing them to pass through unimpeded.
A ridiculous thought popped into Yun Han and the others' minds: could it be that the messenger was mistaken, and the evil god had not actually descended at all?
The next second, the thought was forgotten.
A closed door not far away was opened, and a strong smell of blood wafted out. The three of them could tell at least dozens of people had died from the smell.
My heart sank; Han Yuan and his teammates might have already sacrificed their lives.
Yun Han had already drawn her sword at some point, its blade brimming with powerful spiritual energy, ready to be unleashed. Gu Zhuo remained hidden in the shadows, while thunder rumbled faintly in the sky.
The first thing she wore when she stepped out the door was a pair of white sneakers. The simple design was classic and matched her youthful, student-like personality perfectly.
A girl, still wearing her school uniform, looked around curiously, like an ordinary girl who had just come home from school.
However, no girl appeared in this place, and they ignored the three people whose art style was quite out of place.
The first attack was launched by the female swordswoman, a single sword strike that shocked the world, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth in two.
Then came a sky full of thunder, and a silent, deadly attack hidden within the thunder.
Ling Xiao, suddenly facing a deadly attack at the door: ...
"The evil god in this world is quite hated, it's surprising that he reacted so quickly."
Ling Xiao casually dealt with the attack, while still having the energy to chat with the system, receiving trembling words of advice:
"Ugh, I know I'm hated, but please be serious."
"Okay, then I'll do as you say."
So, when Han Yuan and his teammates came out, supporting each other, what they saw was—
The three important figures, suspended high above and covered in bloodstains, were being watched as the "young girl" below lightly licked the blood from her fingertip with her crimson tongue. She immediately frowned, clearly disgusted.
"It tastes awful, and it only has a tiny bit of energy."
To be honest, Han Yuan felt a strange sense of relief. In some ways, he and they were equal.
None of them are good ingredients.
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