The darkness was dotted with light, and the starry light wandered through the black void. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, in an instant, these rays of light became faster and faster, like meteors falling into the mortal world, streaking brilliant arcs in the air.

Then they burst out of the gap.

The citizens of New York on the ground are obsessed with looking at the beautiful starry sky above, the emerald green color is as bright as the green of life, with the mystery and majesty unique to the nebula.

They stared blankly at the sky, watching them get closer and closer, as if they were greeting something.

But the next moment, when the citizens of New York saw what they were, they let out a heart-rending scream of horror.

"Run!"

As the first person woke up the crowd with his screams, one after another screams appeared like raindrops, and the crowd began to flee in all directions in a panic, like an ant colony scattered by leaves on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

"Monsters! Lots of monsters! ”

"I'm scared of ghosts!"

"Mommy, woo, Mommy."

Green often represents life, but life has two sides, the opposite of which is life and death.

The green points of light in the sky, although they also represent life, are not living creatures, they represent death, endless death and darkness.

They are souls, lives that have passed away.

An army of ghosts.

"Roar!"

A ghost, emaciated by lack of nutrition, emaciated to the appearance of a skeleton, let out a terrifying roar, and then swooped down from the sky.

Behind it, there is a tidal wave of ghost legions.

。。。

The crowd was running.

The building is burning and collapsing.

Ghosts spurt down from the sky like swarms, and the black hole-like gap is their hive, a scene like a remake of New York when New York was invaded in the first Avengers book.

But the difference is that the number of ghosts is not as large as that of Zirita, but it is more deterrent, and New York does not have the protection of the superheroes in the movies, and even the fragile army has not arrived.

Or rather, the army has come, but it is not to protect the citizens of New York.

Almost all humans instinctively fear the ghosts of their hideous appearances and emitting an ominous green light, and they subconsciously avoid them, running around the ground like headless flies, hiding in any building they can hide into.

It's just that soon, they'll find out that it's completely futile.

Because no physical ghost can walk through any wall, the tall, thick buildings that once served as an umbrella for human survival are now useless.

The humans screamed again and ran out of the building.

But by this time the ghosts seemed to have satisfied their bad tastes, and they let out wanton loud ridicule, and then, no longer satisfied with spreading fear, began to prepare to turn these fears into real mortal danger.

"Bang!"

Although ghosts can pass through buildings and have no physical body, their power can also act on physical objects.

The decorative stone carvings on the balcony of the building were pushed down, and the arm-high statue smashed the head of a young girl who was fleeing for her life, and the girl fell down without saying a word, and the blood slowly spread down her head to the ground.

The culprit for this scene, the ghost like a bean worm standing in the air, holding his stomach and letting out a shrill laugh, his ugly face huddled together, like a clown's mask.

Ghosts spun into the car, engines roared, laughing and crying, and plunged headlong into the crowd, leaving behind a stall paved with blood and flesh.

These are all pretty good.

Some of the ghosts gave up destroying and attacking, and instead pounced directly on the crowd on the ground, burrowing directly into the human body and accepting the body.

The human who was invaded by the ghost began to turn blue and his skin stiffened at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and then immediately after, his eyes were burned by the flames, turning a faint gray-green, leaving only the light beating, and a faint green light all around him, like green fireflies in the night.

It is not clear whether their souls have been devoured, but it is clear that they should not be able to be saved, at least blindness is certain.

And more ghosts have not yet come down, they are still entrenched in the sky, spinning incessantly, forming a huge wave, and from a distance, it looks like a green vortex rolled up in the sky.

。。。

Of course, human beings are not just forced to die.

Resistance is everywhere.

There was a large number of police officers underneath the portal, who had been assembled early because of Operation Salem.

Although the mission did not go well, it did not prevent them from resisting.

As soon as the ghost attacked the humans, they pulled out their pistols and launched a brave counterattack.

"Bang bang bang!"

The tongues of fire were violently puffed out, and the non-stop tongues of guns formed a line of fire that would hardly disappear in the night, as if human beings had lit the first flame representing the fire of civilization in ancient times.

They mean hope, they mean a human counteroffensive.

But in fact, it doesn't make any sense.

“goaaaaa！”

Like a pirate-like ghost that has rotted in the sea for centuries, it squeezes out a series of sounds like a hen being strangled from its throat, floating up and down above the three policemen.

It died around the time of his death from an arquebus, and has a particular interest in firearms.

The blue-green pirate ghost hovered around the three policemen, watching them shoot themselves in vain with their firearms, but they couldn't hit their own bodies at all.

It kept making a high-pitched sound, not knowing if it was mockery or some kind of nature.

"Damn it!"

"It's a monster!"

A middle-aged policeman can't bear the pressure at first, he is already old, he has his wife and children, a family, they need him, in the face of this monster that can't be killed at all, he just wants to get out of here now.

Once the idea of escaping arises, the next step is logical.

He suddenly stopped shooting, and then New York ran, and the pirate ghost didn't chase him, but he didn't run far either.

Not more than ten meters away, a huge balloon ghost suddenly appeared next to him.

A shadow loomed over the officer, and as he fled, he quickly realized that there was not even a glimmer of light around him, even in the dark, which was very rare.

Then he looked up and let out a desperate sigh, "No... ”

The eight-meter-tall giant balloon Mickey Mouse emitted a terrifying faint green light on his face, his eyes were smiling evilly, and then he raised one foot high, "Bang! With a thud, it stomped on him.

The originally soft balloon seemed to lose the gas it filled with at this moment, and became extremely hard.

There was a loud noise between the balloon and the ground that could be heard from a distance of 100 meters, and you can imagine what would become of the human body between the two.

The evil smile on the balloon Mickey Mouse's face was even more triumphant, and it raised its feet like a child who had trampled on a small bug with an increasingly excited smile and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

And behind it, there are countless huge balloon ghost armies.

The same eight-meter-tall Donald Duck's, five-meter-tall Iron Man's, Q-like five-meter-tall Optimus Prime, American Uncle's, Michelin tire man.

These balloons are all possessed by ghosts, and have been transformed from soulless dead creatures into evil monsters with terrifying power and size.

Some of these giant balloons have a lot of patches on their faces, and they need more ghosts than normal balloons to maintain them.

If you look closely, you'll see that these guys are the same ones that Madison broke outside the playground not long ago.

They were picked up by the ghost again, and even glued back to them.

The army of balloons passing by did not have the little ghosts and humans who were fighting around again, they were like a convoy parading through the streets, leaving the place without squinting.

And the two policemen who watched their companions turn into a pile of meat paste, in addition to feeling the same way, also had an irresistible fear.

"What to do! Our weapons do not work against them at all! ”

One of them, though not yet collapsing, was on the verge of collapse, and he let out a mad roar as he watched the approaching ghost.

But alas, no one can help him.

The next moment, with infinite green and cold, ghostly darkness engulfed them.

。。。

Because this is the location of the most important part of the Salem plan, the number of police officers and plainclothes FIBs below is much larger than usual.

But this still does not play any role in the situation at this time.

Physical attacks are almost ineffective against ghosts, and there seem to be several attacks that hurt ghosts, and it's completely unclear how to do so.

It's not even known if it's because the ghost is playful that this effect will occur.

In fact, some of the military's elite, including Master Chief Chadley, have realized the gravity of the problem, and if physical attacks don't work against ghosts, then humanity's most powerful means of attack will instantly disappear into nothingness.

Because they can't even be sure that humanity's ultimate weapon, the nuclear bomb, will be effective against these terrible green monsters.

Let's hope things like radiation and heat will work for them.

But this is no longer something that Chadley and others can consider, they will have to live until that time before they have a chance to know.

And Simon came to his senses in such a situation, and finally crawled out from under the rubble.

The hapless streamer seems to have finally used up his lucky day today, and misfortunes have befallen him one after another.

First he died and entered the scene of the supernatural battle, and then he was buried under the rubble, and when he crawled out, not only did he lose his phone, but the surrounding area had been completely reduced to a battlefield.

"No, that's the latest."

As a guy with little income, Simon also struggled to buy a mobile phone.

Although it is a little inappropriate to think about this question at this time, please forgive him, because Simon, who has just climbed out of the ruins, is like being stepped into a coffin for a hundred years, and he has no idea what is happening outside.

What the? Aliens have invaded Earth?

No, no, it's the Spectre Legion attacking New York.

Simon looked confused, but why he wasn't at all surprised that the battlefield was being placed in New York.

In fact, the United States is very superior in terms of signal and mobile phone workmanship, even if Simon's mobile phone was thrown out a long way away, there is still not much damage, and the mobile phone is still loyally completing its live broadcast task in a corner, but Simon can't find it.

The next moment, Simon finally realized the situation nearby, and it was terrible.

He saw the ghosts in the sky, and then he didn't need to think about what was going on, because it was his last thought.

In the countless green rays, there was a little weird orange-red, like a golden snitch.

The orange-red light was fast, so fast that it was so blurry that it was impossible to see its exact face at all, only a vague patch of light.

It flew through the air, as if searching for something.

Until Simon showed up.

From the moment Simon appeared, a headless fly found its target with a circle of orange-red light, and it turned a sharp turn in the air, piercing straight at Simon below.

It's getting faster and faster, like a baseball swooping down.

100 meters, 50 meters, 5 meters.

Simon looked up, orange smudged his eyes, and the next moment, the orange-red light had already submerged into his body.

Pain is pouring up like a tide, this seems to be the most common situation, whether it is mutation, evolution, promotion, cultivation of martial arts, it seems that this stroke is always missing.

It's always the protagonist who can endure it, and what can't be endured is probably a trick that doesn't even have a name.

But apparently, Simon was able to endure it because he had a name.

Sweat kept rolling down his face, Simon propped his hands on the ground, as if he was suffering some kind of intense pain, his muscles bulging irregularly all over his body, falling, as if some worm had burrowed into his body.

After a moment, Simon looked up, but by this time he was no longer him.

"Simon." A strange orange-red light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be the last memory of the orange-red light in the world, and then immediately after, Simon became a completely normal person, at least from the surface, there was no longer anything unusual.

The newborn Simon did not speak, and no ghost attacked him.

In this way, he walked slowly into the distance, and gradually left the area, like a traveler who had been away from home for a long time, and finally embarked on the journey home, becoming one with his hometown.

No one knows what's going on here, no one knows there's one less Simon here, and one more Simon.

No.. Perhaps, there is something to know, but not people.

。。。

Not long after Simon left, there was a strange creep on the ground, as if something was covering the surface of the tattered ruins, and in fact, it was a blood-red, not-so-looking rag.

It stretched over the ruins, like a lazy waist.

On closer inspection, it doesn't seem to be that ugly, just a little crippled, like the one that someone cut off from the cloak.

Then, in the next moment, the rag began to curl up, as if it had a life of its own, slowly shrinking, until finally it became a thin line only the length of an arm and a thumb, and it slowly slipped down the edge of the ruins, crawling slowly in the direction of the center of New York.

There are many things in the heart of New York, humans, fantastic beasts, ordinary creatures, and even free people, as well. SETH Corporation.