To solve Mi Guangsheng, it is not to kill him, Su Cheng does not have such a ability.

Banish him to the earth, use the desert of spiritual power, the countermeasures of the laws of the universe to imprison him and consume him, once successful, it is equivalent to killing him, at least in the other world, Su Cheng will no longer be threatened by him.

As for the reality side...... Su Cheng couldn't take care of it anymore, so he could only take one step at a time.

The edicts from the demon kings and gods were so clear and urgent.

For four months, the camp of light and darkness, which has taken root in the same small country, has begun to act at the same time.

The long-dormant front suddenly roared with guns and artillery, and the general's Wagang national armed forces first attacked the defense line of the government army.

The general's mobilization for war was to regain the traditional territory of the nation and free hundreds of thousands of enslaved people......

After a month of fighting, the general's army suddenly became fearless to death, the government defense line completely collapsed, and the battle line continued to advance beyond the mountains, and the army was about to be completely lost, and the power of the government army was crushed from the area where the Wagang people traditionally lived.

Correspondingly, another minority group rooted in the Bright Camp has been slow to move.

What is even more strange is that in a small country that does not have much presence, ethnic conflicts are commonplace and have never received much attention from the international community, but this time it is different, and the international community has responded quickly and unexpectedly.

At the very beginning of the outbreak of the incident, the major powers spoke out one after another, making their positions clear and expressing their major concerns.

Major international foundations, human rights, health, refugees, Red Cross and other organizations have sent teams of observers to the front line.

Such a formation, but strangely, no news reports have been published to the outside world.

All kinds of 'rumors' about supernatural phenomena, abilities, and even biochemical and genetic mutations circulating on the Internet have been nipped in the bud by the concerted efforts of various countries.

The undercurrent is surging, the wind and clouds are suddenly changing, and ordinary people can't feel it at all, but it's happening, and it's getting more and more intense.

……

It's a battlefield!

The smoke of the battlefield had cleared, the remaining flames were gradually extinguished in the treetops and ruins, and the black smoke was faint, and soldiers in dark green uniforms and steel helmets carried a long line of captives through the crater-riddled trenches.

The roar of the helicopter engine came from far and near, and a helicopter with the paint of the International Red Cross came to this airspace with a big grin.

In the belly of the plane, Tom Brackton, a major of the Delta Special Forces of the United States disguised as a Red Cross worker, took off his sunglasses and aimed an electronic eye at the soldier on the ground.

The object focused by the electronic eye is transmitted to the LCD screen next to it.

This is a strange soldier.

A pair of eyes that exude a dark red halo, brutal, hideous, and bloodthirsty.

The exposed skin was painted with thick and brightly colored oil paint, the muscles on his body were tangled, and his figure was as burly as that of Mr. Bodybuilder, but he was extremely agile and agile, jumping between the trenches as if he were walking on the ground.

He was surrounded by soldiers like him, normal soldiers who were far away from them, looking apprehensive and panicked, not at all like soldiers who had won a battle.

"I guess, this is the General's secret weapon!"

Tom said teasingly.

No one in the helicopter paid any attention to him.

"Is it some kind of genetic modification technology......? Oh God, I saw something, there was a guy down there with a big hole in his chest, obviously a penetrating wound from a large-caliber bullet, but he was still eating!"

"Major, this is not something you should be concerned about, your job is to give us the right analysis and assessment of what level of force is needed to eliminate such a soldier!" said the intelligence officer in the CIA's Asia Division in a dissatisfied tone.

"It seems that the rumors are true...... I don't think that my lads need to fight this monster, and the most effective way to deal with them is to bomb, carpet bombing, with incendiary, high-explosive, and even thermobaric bombs, in short, I refuse to have any kind of contact with them until it is confirmed that they have been torn apart. ”

The helicopter flew 10 kilometers over the battlefield without stopping and entered the sky over a battlefield again.

It's a town that's about to be conquered.

Soldiers in dark green uniforms are charging bravely, and soldiers in blue uniforms are throwing away their guns, abandoning their cannons, and jumping out of their trenches, as if the town was retreating.

The scale of the battle was less than 1,000 men, the tanks and armored vehicles destroyed were less than the size of an armored infantry company, and the corpses abandoned on the battlefield were less than 100.

"It's these monsters again!" Tom stared at the battlefield below with his electronic eyes, "Want to hear from me, man?"

"Major, you are allowed to join this top-secret event with the help of your rich battlefield experience and expertise. ”

"Well, my advice is...... Whatever the Pentagon's purpose, these guys must be eliminated. They're big trouble, scarier than the madmen in the Middle East, and think if one or two of these monsters sneak into our city...... God, this is simply a disaster, I don't think the police and the National Guard will be able to cope with it. ”

During the conversation, the helicopter flew away from the battlefield again, made a sharp turn in the air, turned around, and flew backwards.

Half an hour later, the helicopter landed at a makeshift military airfield.

Tom jumped out of the helicopter and saw teams from various countries gathered at this airport.

Of course, none of them are in an official capacity, but in the name and manner of a civil society organization, as Tom did.

But everyone tacitly acts and talks as they really are.

Tom walked with the CIA officers into the U.S. stronghold.

It was a small two-story building next to the airport, and it could be seen that it was set up in a hurry, and the craters on the walls and the blood stains on the front steps of the door had not been cleaned up.

The people who came and went were all elite soldiers who had been urgently deployed from Asian countries, just like Tom.

There are also scientific research and technical teams that have just arrived from the mainland, and it is they who are all like chicken blood, discussing and arguing with others.

The noise in the small building is very noisy, everyone is talking, everyone is gesturing, messy seats, all kinds of valuable equipment are placed at random, there are analytical drawings everywhere, convenient drawing boards, etc.

The satellite transceiver on the roof of the building was successfully debugged, a large number of drones flew out, and Tom walked into a chaotic information processing center, and the dense LCD screen captured the satellites and drones all clearly.

"Damn, is he crazy? Does he think he can fight the United States with a few monsters that resist beating? He actually wants to charge our 'tickets'...... Oh God, I really want to order the fighter plane to take off and blow up this son of a bitch!!"