Tempting the ethereal and beautiful singing, the Atlantis sergeant threw himself into an unknown trap on the top of the building like a moth that was about to collapse.

Although the sergeant leader, as the leader, was alert before the action, he did not expect that the enemy's methods were so strange that they easily made all low-end sergeants fall into danger. He no longer calmed down as before. He whispered and modified the order: "Don't continue to increase the 'ignition point' of light stone and start a low-intensity free attack.

Melt all the walls and grounds of the target floor." A raging flames emerged from the whole body.

In an instant, under the flames of him and dozens of alien warriors, the cracked skyscraper's top floor, walls and ceiling were all gone, leaving only a huge square directly attached to the void, depicting the ever-changing complex patterns on all sides,

In the distance, the general public who were worried about the victims of the building, or who were just watching the fun, saw this strange scene and finally realized that the disaster was not simple, and exclaimed, "What is that, God, what is hidden in that building...";

"The box, that's a huge square demon. Could it be Pandora's demon box..."

"It won't be, it won't be the 'space channel' opened by the invaders of the 'altern world'..." While making all kinds of bizarre and unreliable speculations.

Amid the noise of the general public, a model that was shaking and shaking, but had been supported for a long time, finally collapsed. It turned into ruins in a series of earth-shaking loud bangs and strong earthquakes that seemed to be shaking the mountains, burying hundreds of disaster relief workers and several times the victims.

Most people cannot detect it. But in Zhang Lisheng's mind, in the ruins of the collapsed skyscrapers, there were soon distorted and elongated unindividual figures, covering his eyes and his mouth kept opening and closing miserably. The silent howling soul floated and rose.

They struggled desperately to the distance, but in the end they were still sucked into the "magic box".

The preparation steps for the ceremony were finally completed, and the vaguely sound of nature gradually became clearer and clearer. Fortunately, even if the sound was heard, ordinary people on earth were not affected at all, but the Atlantis were very different.

Within just a few minutes, more and more sergeants were thrown into the huge rectangle hanging in the void, and their level was also increased from the original "Mechanical Light Sergeant" to the "Planetary Sergeant".

Seeing that more and more sergeants were lost, the sergeant commander led the action and made a desperate decision. He led the only "Star Sergeants" who could still maintain their rationality and took the initiative to rush into the enemy's trap.

As the strongest individual combat power of the Atlantis civilization, the sergeant commander charges. After the magic box, which is slowly showing a dark red and bloody color, a milky white light faintly reveals and slowly rotates.

More than ten minutes later, a ship floated in the air. Thousands of inverted huge propellers at the bottom rotated silently, and hundreds of side-mounted propellers were driven forward flexibly, with steel fortresses as big as rural towns. They broke through the clouds and mist and came to the "magic box".

"It's the sky fortress, the steel warriors are here, ha, it seems that the Atlantis who came to rescue the disaster this time have to rely on us Earthlings to save it..." Seeing the belated peak federal combat power, some of the onlookers made a proud prediction.

As soon as he finished speaking, black figures rose from the fortress deck in the sky. Hundreds of steel warriors ran and jumped into the air, and their hands and feet suddenly spewed out of their hot flames, rushing towards the huge "magic box" not far away.

Just as they charged, the sky in the daytime suddenly became dark clouds, and the originally hot midsummer weather became as cold as winter in a flash.

Under the bitter cold wind, a dark light flashed across the huge rectangle hanging in the void. Some of the originally wriggling and changing complex lines disappeared within a second or two, and some spread and twisted, forming various different corpse patterns, either the head, the flesh and flesh were worn out, the forehead bones were exposed, or the chest was cracked and exposed the internal organs of the ribs.

Standing under the tree, Zhang Lisheng stared at the "magic box" floating in the air in amazement, feeling the ancient evil divine power filled with clouds, and murmured: "It's really a ghost. This probability of being smaller than the "elastic ball" can be really gambled by the Lord. He really stole the power of the ancient dark gods by blood sacrifice...

No, no, it may not be just good luck. There is an old saying in China, "The times create heroes." Perhaps with the advent of the 'big world', the extraordinary power on the earth is also reviving, and a new era of mythology is coming..."

The young man thought about it for a long time but could not come to a correct conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, those who steal by rituals like Lords who beg for the power of ancient gods will inevitably be seriously polluted and cannot even preserve their "self-awareness".

Moreover, this divine power is like water without a source. If you want to strengthen it, you can only continue to sacrifice blood. In the end, it is likely to become the resurrected body of the ancient god. Even if you send this power to Zhang Lisheng for free, you will never want it. Instead, there are more such figures, which will disrupt the layout of "Atlantis" on the earth.

When the young man was pondering, the "Iron Warrior" who was not really rescuing alien soldiers had already stopped charging and escorted the air fortress to retreat to the distance.

As soon as the fortress stopped, the ‘magic box’ suddenly shattered, and a throne made of corpses rolling in the black smoke flashed out, and thousands of shrill-looking heads embedded on it suddenly shouted in unison, "Sumenami, the successor of my ancient dark god's 'Skeleton Throne', here to warn all Atlantis people.

All land, ocean, river, and islands on this planet are owned by humans on Earth. If you invade, you will be punished by gods!”

The shouts echoed in the air, a giant wearing a black robe, a black bone crown, and a slender black bone staff appeared on the throne of the corpse.

After showing his figure, Mr. Giant looked around with a majestic posture. The scepter in his hand paused in the void, making a loud thunderous sound, and instantly disappeared with the sudden dissipation of dark clouds.

Everything returned to peace, leaving only a ruin on the scene.

Although the Lord destroyed a building for the blood sacrifice ceremony, the domino-like reaction and violent tremor when it collapsed had made the buildings in the entire neighborhood very dangerous and could not be used without reinforcement.

Looking at the devastated neighborhood, Zhang Lisheng frowned and whispered to himself, "After saying a big talk, it was only a small street that was destroyed. I thought I could see the New York military base full of Atlantis' bodies today." He looked up at the alien warship that was rushing to come, turned around and walked quickly into a dark alley.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and the young man appeared at No. 520, 12th Road, Manhattan, New York, near the Chinese Consulate General in New York.

As the only most important partner with the same harmless "different world" as the United States and with endless development potential, the protection of China's foreign affairs agencies in the United States has become increasingly strict, and the Federal Security Bureau has even set up a special office for this.

Zhang Lisheng just wandered a few steps in front of the consulate. After a little hesitation, a patrolman in two groups walked up to him and said with a stiff expression: "Sir, please show your ID."

Living in the United States for a long time, he usually likes to go out alone. As a yellow-skinned Chinese, young people have long been accustomed to carrying their IDs with them, so they immediately took out their driver's license and handed them to the police.

"New Yorker," the youngest and tall and strong patrolman looked at Zhang Lisheng's ID under the light, and showed a slightly surprised look, but he said unyieldingly: "This is in front of the Chinese Consulate General in New York. Is there anything wrong with you suddenly stop?"

Youth is not a paradise for terrorists. As the Central Asian desert race looks, seeing the patrolman asking so carefully, he replied with some confusion: "I'm here to find a friend."

"Look for a friend," the tall police officer returned the ID to Zhang Lisheng expressionlessly. "If you look for a friend, why don't you go in directly? It's an extraordinary time now. I'm afraid you have to go to the police station with us, sir."

The patrolman's repeated difficulties finally made Zhang Lisheng realize that things were not simple, but he was angry and argued at all. Instead, he smiled faintly and said calmly. "Listen to me, I have anxiety disorders and good lawyers.

If you bring me back to alert for no reason tonight, then I promise that you will stay on the most remote beach in the 'Stay Island' for the rest of your life and live your life by watching turtles."

"You are threatening me, you know that a police officer is threatening in New York State..." Officer Gao shouted angrily when he heard this, but when he saw the black-haired young man in front of him, he suddenly showed a completely different temperament, expression, and voice that was even smaller and smaller than before.

Observing the identity of a person is one of the basic skills that patrolmen must master. Whether Zhang Lisheng is bluffing or a really tricky trouble, he could tell at a closer look.

"Tom, you are too sensitive. I think this gentleman is fine. There is a guy across the street. It's very suspicious." The young Asian man who also saw that he was troubled by his companions was not a simple person. The smart old patrolman, who had never spoken, made up a reason, smiled apologetically at Zhang Lisheng, pulled up his companion across the road, stopped a pedestrian at will, and began to check his documents.

"What a clever guy..." The young man's mouth looked sneering, and he murmured in confusion: "But why do they make things difficult for me? Is it just a bad mood, or is there any reason that forces them to do this..." His eyes turned unintentionally to the New York Consulate.

Just then, the gate of the consulate opened and looked inside along the crack of the door. Zhang Lisheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
Chapter completed!