As DL26 II slowly landed at the rendezvous site, a tense makeshift combat meeting was taking place in a makeshift bunker 1,500 meters away, presided over by a noble Alphagar caste, the top head of the "gold mine" department on the ghost's right hand. No one knew her exact name, and the moody woman didn't like people snooping on her privacy, so she was called "Mrs. A."

"I just got a message from the listener that the ghost has finally made a damn decision. Reinforcements from the silver, copper, and iron mines will not arrive, and they have more important tasks to carry out than the damned Central African battlefield. Looking around the audience, Mrs. A said coldly, she was wearing tight jeans, cowboy boots, striped shirt, and a Texas-style big-brimmed hat, looking like an American tourist visiting Africa, but the forty ghost cadres present all buried their heads deeply, lest their eyes offend Mrs. A's overly sensitive nerves. The three leaders of the Spectres: Spirits, Silver Spirits, The Phantom is not in charge of management, Mrs. A is the actual soul of the entire organization, she is about forty years old, medium build, with great breasts, some light freckles on her face, she is usually a woman who loves to laugh and drink and get along very well, but she has an elusive and strange personality, one second she is raising a glass to talk about the transfer situation of Major League Baseball, and the next second she gouges out the eyes of others, while reading the sins committed by the victim, while throwing the bloody eyeball into the tequila glass and drinking it in one gulp, she continues to talk about baseball as if nothing happened, but at the same time she uses her tongue to move her eyes and spin around in her mouth。

No one dared to disobey her, not only because of the unbreakable caste system in the ghost's right hand, but also because she was the person with the highest synchronization rate in the entire organization, the hope of the ghost's future.

"There are three more Alphas coming from Morocco, but they won't be in time for this damn ball. Mrs. A suddenly burst out laughing, and her full chest fell together: "If I hadn't happened to be on a mission in damned Algeria, maybe I would still be in a hurry on the damn plane right now! Listen, damn scraps, our people are trapped in underground bunkers, I don't know if they are dead or alive, and the candidate is inside, and the listener's instructions are 'protect his life at all costs', do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

"Yes!" replied the ghost warriors.

"Then why don't you go in yet, what are the scraps that arrived before me doing?" the woman suddenly stopped smiling, her eyes piercing through the human ** to the periphery.

There was a commotion all around, and someone whispered: "When we arrived, the shelling of the Chadians had not yet ended, and there was no way to start the ground operation, and several entrances to the bunker were blocked by the ruins of the building, and the blasting operation was underway, Mrs. A!

"Well, it makes sense. Mrs. A jumped off the broken table, walked through the crowd to the speaker, and patted him on the top of his head with her hand: "Von Beta minus Silver Mine, I fully accept your explanation. She pinched the man's cheeks, turned the other party in one direction, and stretched out her finger: "Oh, look over there, even if the listener doesn't remind me, I can feel that the damned fraternity crumbs have arrived, and this time it's not a small shrimp, but a real big fish...... If these debris break into cover, the candidate will be completely finished, now do you understand what to do?"

Von Silver Mine shuddered and pulled out his pistol, "I—I know! But those people, are the people you are talking about the children of the gods of the Brotherhood? I'm just an intelligence officer, and the synchronization rate is only up to the first category, and I—I can't fight them head-on......"

Mrs. A laughed innocently, "No, who said that, every ghost has a chip that the Phantom has improved himself, but you bastards don't realize their potential...... This is a parting gift for you, don't die too worthless, dear beta. ”

Feng Yinmine suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but staggered forward a few steps and left the range of the temporary bunker. An unknown force drove him to take a step, and he walked forward without looking back, his body temperature rose a little with each step, and some strange heat in his blood made him feel faster and faster, unbuttoning his shirt, taking off his bulletproof vest, throwing away his pistol and magazine, and white gas came out of the surface of his skin, like a locomotive of increasing power.

Mrs. A turned to face the ghostly warrior and shouted, "Scrap wood! The big men of the Brotherhood are close at hand, and there is only one mission: to rush over and kill them! You will die, and no one will survive, including myself! But our death is not worthless, we will go to that place of eternal tranquility and find the eternal peace that the listener has told us! This damn world is already too bad, do you still want to breathe the messy air and hide in the kennel for a few more days?"

"No, ma'am!" cried the ghosts.

"Or give a damn life for the sake of ideals?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Very well, rush over, you will get my blessing, wastewood! No tactics, no formation, drop your weapons,...... Let's go!"

Mrs. A stood in the doorway of the bunker, high-fived every ghost warrior who rushed out of the house. The sleeve of her shirt on her right arm was rolled up high, and her wrist was covered in tattoos, and if she could see through the human body, she would surely find the alienated biochip hidden in the joint of her right elbow, and countless tentacles filled every inch between bone and muscle, wrapping around the veins and extending to the palm of her hand, turning into a complex mass of biological aggregates in the palm of her hand. When she comes into contact with another person's skin, the tentacles emit strong bioelectricity through the palm of her hand, directly stimulating the biochips in the other person's body.

The current instantly overloads the chip, increases its operating speed by dozens of times, and at the same time begins to self-burn. In a short period of time, every ghost warrior can break through the threshold to obtain the ability of "Reverse Arrival", without self-guidance and without the help of listeners, which is the special ability of Mrs. A, the queen of the "gold mine", - the catalyst for summoning otherworldly abilities!

Dozens of ghost cadres rushed towards the enemy's location, all of whom were of the gamma and above caste, had the right synchronization rate to be activated, and were all the power that the ghost could mobilize at the moment. No one knows what such a suicide attack will achieve, but Queen A understands that it will be a terrifying battle that has never been seen on Earth, between the son of a god who is a new human and a mortal who has mastered the magical abilities of another world!

"Want to help?" she glanced at the three remaining people in the room.

"Excuse me. ”

All three men are holders of the highest caste, "alphagar": twin brothers dressed as students in their early twenties, and a pediatrician with a big belly and a white hat. The two brothers glanced at each other and stepped out of cover at the same time, "Can this confront the President of the Brotherhood?" asked in unison as they passed Mrs. A.

"Who knows, for the first time, the listener has accurately locked on the position of the speaker, because of the waste wood candidate, the big people panicked and revealed their whereabouts. This is the best chance yet. The woman threw a hard fruit candy into her mouth.

"We don't even know who the Speaker is, what if we don't recognize him?" the pediatrician shrugged.

A husband ** smiled: "When you are killed, I will naturally recognize him!"

"Do you have to die? Who knows if the place of tranquility exists, or if the phantom made up a guise to deceive us......" The pediatrician shook his head, the fat on his cheeks dangling.

"If you want me to say, that must be a fucking lie. The woman clucked and chewed on the candy, spitting out a mouthful of bloody crumbs, which turned out to be not a fruit hard candy, but a green glass bead. "But after all these years of enjoyment, it's time to pay off the debt, Doolittle. Didn't all the damn little girls in your basement make the silver mining department ......"

The pediatrician sighed, shook his head, and walked out the door.

The von Beta minus silver mine runs through the ruins of the city. His blood was boiling, his brain was boiling, the biochips hidden in his kidneys were growing wildly, pumping twisted tentacles and astonishing heat to every corner of his body, and the man roared and tore his shirt, letting the wind blow through his hot chest, and the hot wind mixed with gunpowder smoke did not cool him at all. He couldn't stop, and once he stopped, the boiling urge in his body would explode with a bang, leaving him behind the ruins and corpses, and through the collapsed shacks of the slums, von Silver saw a few small shadows, the shadows of the enemy.

"Ah!!h His muscles tore through his shirt, his pupils changed color, and the Descender of the "World" took over his body in the air, seeing this fabled world for the first time.

He had never seen a world like this, the sky was pitch black, with fire-breathing monsters roaring in the air, the earth was crimson, and the light of fire burned in the ruins of strange cities. The smell of the air made people want to be sick, and the body was so strange, and he hated this thin and soft body.

It took him half a second to figure out where it was. Just now, he received a message from the listener, who conveyed the instructions issued by the silver spirit: every ghost right-hand combat member must be ready to be summoned into the "First World" at any time and fight to the death for freedom!

He didn't know the news of server maintenance, or how a quantum computer extracted personality from a database of clock-spinning clocks. He didn't know that one minute here was equivalent to six hours in that world, and he didn't know what the name of the original owner of this body was.

He only knew that the blonde man in front of him was the enemy, and he wanted to fight!