"A lot of people died tonight."

Cheng Zedao: "I know. ”

Later, the mayor came forward to appease everyone, but he didn't say a reason, just asked everyone to stay where they were and rest, and wait until dawn to take action to avoid any accidents. Maybe it was the lines of blood, and he couldn't find a reason to explain it.

The city's backup power is tightly controlled by several B-Class Avatars to maintain basic city lighting. Fortunately, the focus of ENIAC's invasion this time is not in the human world.

Human beings are as numerous as ants, and as weak as ants.

What the Empire wants to do is to let all the Paranormal join them to fight against Butterfly Island and against the Unnatural General Bureau.

Finnsaril's network cables are completely operated by ENIAC.

In Finnsaril, the poem was screened in its entirety. Even if they didn't know about Shariye Island before, after the popular science of the queen in the [Ghost Dead Sea], everyone present was familiar with the forbidden area for humans that even overrode the unnatural situation.

[One day, the fire will burn to the island of Shaliye and pierce the eyes of the demons.] 】

Paranormal people don't live entirely in greenhouses like normal humans, so they maintain basic composure.

Everyone just turned pale and looked at this poem, which was almost a complete declaration of war on Butterfly Island.

Now, what's really going on here?

The rotating Rubik's Cube in the sky above the World Entertainment City turned into a rising star, breaking through the long-standing fog of the World Entertainment City.

In the limelight, [Queen] appeared on the big screen.

She took Hogel's beating heart from Harbour's fingers and leaned down, blue eyes of pity, long brown hair hanging down, and an aqua blue dress like a flower of the sea blooming in a dark room.

Everyone in the World Entertainment City had complicated expressions and panicked -

This is the president of the Queens' Guild, the famous Queen of Iris, and the second-ranked S-class ability in Asgard.

She is the existence that stands in the pyramid of this world.

And now it is up to her to lead the people to the Promised Land.

"The Lord God said that it would grant one of the wishes of the victors. That's what I got into this game for. ”

Margaret had a soft voice.

She crushed Hogle's heart. Blood stained her long, white fingers. Margaret was like a delicacy, devouring Hog's heart bit by bit.

She licked the blood from her fingertips and smiled gracefully at the screen.

The voice is calm and gentle, speaking to the audience off-screen.

"At the beginning of the Calamity, the Bureau of Unnatural created the Promised Land in order to exile the alienated Anomalous. Later, it became the well-known "World Entertainment City". ”

She recounted quietly.

"I grew up here, died here, awakened here, and resurrected here. I have witnessed the establishment and disappearance of the Promised Land, as well as the destruction and reinvention of Frigga Harbour. ”

"If I had to make one wish, I would only like God to let me lead you to the true, beautiful and free Promised Land."

Margaret said, "There's no more red butterflies. ”

She spread out her white palms, and in an instant, the earth trembled.

It's not just the World Tree's root tentacles that break ground this time!

I saw that the silk of life given to this place by the [butterfly] came to life.

The terrifying power from the ancient world imprisoned everyone.

The stone and soil are cracked, and the blood is red and entangled, entangled everyone in the cave! Round and round, airtight, trying to wrap them into cocoons!

Chapter 362: The Ghost of the Dead Sea (36)

Margaret devoured Hogel's power, with the blessing of Double S, and the promotion of [Butterfly]. At this stage, she should be the strongest ability that Ye Sheng has come into contact with so far.

Margaret stood at the mouth of the cave and did not go inside. She raised her hand, manipulating the thread of life to entangle everyone. The blood-red net was overwhelming, sharp as a blade, piercing through the wall. They shattered rocks, dust, and the whole earth trembled violently.

In the next second, the cave collapsed!

"Bang"! Rock Splash!

Guan Qianqiu, Shi Shi, Yang Zong, Habo, and Pei Luo were all entangled in the silk of life and brought to the sky. Their faces changed dramatically, but they could not move in the face of absolute power.

The thread of life continues to extend, starting from the waist and eating away at the people living in a circle. After the stone walls cracked, the earth crumbled, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked—everyone was forced to stand in the center of the [Ghost Dead Sea] and look directly at the sky tree!

The moonlight fell from the sky and shone deep into the sea. Margaret's aqua blue dress swayed with the waves of the sea, she stood on a thick tree root in the center, her long brown hair was soft and beautiful, and the scar on her neck was as hideous as a strip of meat, and her posture was elegant and calm.

This time, her blue eyes looked at Ye Sheng again. Margaret curled the corners of her lips and smiled, shook the lace folding fan with one hand, lifted the palace skirt with the other, and bent down to make a dignified and decent palace salute towards Ye Sheng.

"Ye Sheng."

In the soft voice of the [Queen], malice is like a thick liquid flowing out.

"As I said, we'll see you [in the Ghost Dead Sea]."

Ye Sheng didn't answer her, just looked at the familiar silk.

The [Butterfly] left the Silk of Life in the [Ghost Dead Sea] itself, perhaps only as many as in Ye Sheng's birthmark, and now the intricate cobwebs on the bottom of the sea are the result of the infinite extension of the Silk of Life.

This was also the first time Ye Sheng came into contact with the power of [Butterfly].

After Lu Wei turned the Silk of Life into his own use, he gave it an infinitely extended power at the cost of sacrificing the power of origin, making the lethality of the Silk of Life more powerful and terrifying. Lu Wei's original ability was [Decomposition], and getting the Silk of Life later was even more powerful. In the hands of the [Butterfly], the Silk of Life is more capable of cutting all matter at will - whether it is atoms, neutrons, or electrons, and even not only particles, but also waves.

The second moderator of Jeremeel, whose power covers the entire physical realm.

Margaret was already overwhelmed with just a fraction of the power of the [Butterfly].

I can't imagine what kind of situation it would be like for [Butterfly] to really come out.

Ye Sheng's fingers touched the wrench of the gun, and he lowered his head, the dark color in his eyes was unpredictable.

Margaret: "Ye Sheng, you asked me before what the mission the Anim had assigned to me. I said, the fifth moderator wants me to show everyone how the red butterfly was born. Now, it's time for me to prove that I'm not lying. ”

Her hatred for Butterfly Island and the Unnatural Bureau spanned a hundred years, accumulating over time into a monstrous flood in her heart, and now it is finally about to burst the embankment.

Margaret's smile faded, and there was only coldness and disgust in her eyes.

She looked at Ye Sheng, looked at that excellent face, and whispered, "Do you know, Ye Sheng, the first time I saw you, I felt uncomfortable. You easily remind me of the Promised Land...... I'm really surprised that you're not an executive. ”

Margaret muttered to herself and chuckled, "How can you not be an executive!" You're more of an executive than both Chef and Demeter - you're more like a Butterfly Island than anyone else! I'm especially familiar with that kind of apathy in you, because I've seen it in one person. Although I only met her once when I was very young, I will never forget her in my life. ”

Those beautiful, gray eyes like bright jade in the night.

Standing on the deck, through the sea mist, through the ruins, and falling on her like the gaze of a god.

Ye Sheng is so similar to her, how could Ye Sheng not be from Old Butterfly Island? It's shocking.

"Actually, I should thank you. Because you helped me get rid of Bai Xu's big trouble in the [Night Crying Ancient Village], you also saved my daughter in the [Museum of Faith]. But the first time I saw you, I saw the shadow of the old butterfly island from you, and it was hard for me not to hate you. ”

Margaret, "Are you familiar with Butterfly Island?" ”

Ye Sheng didn't say a word.

Margaret smiled, and she looked up at a phantom figure in the distant sky, her voice soft and slow.

"Butterfly Island is so mysterious, it has only existed in rumors for so many years."

"Actually, all the people with abilities should get to know Butterfly Island well."

The core of ENIAC, which is used to run the entire [Enlightenment World], is now turned into an inclined Rubik's Cube, hanging in the sky, like a star.

Margaret knew that the "star" was now turning into an eye, bringing her to the human stage.

And she will stand on that stage because she is the one Jehovah has sent to show the way.

Every action she makes, every word she utters, will reach the ears of every supernatural person.

Margaret no longer paid attention to Ye Sheng and smiled at the "camera".

She smiled softly, and this time her eyes crossed the screen, looking at everyone in the Finnsaril Live Plaza. The gaze from the top S-class ability made everyone stunned and frightened, and their bodies trembled, generating irrepressible fear.

Friga Harbor is lost, and fog is everywhere in the entertainment city. Now all the Strangers are forced to gather here to look at this powerful man who has always existed only in rumors.

Margaret: "Finnsaril is putting on a live broadcast that has never been done before. ”

"It's an honor for me to be the messenger of the Empire and come before you."

She took a step forward, folding her fan to support her chin, and smiling brightly.

"Good evening, everybody."

In the face of the Queen's "hello" in Finnsaril Square, no one answered.

The people in the audience held their breath, their faces were pale, and they didn't dare to come out.

"I think many of you know me. However, it doesn't matter whether it is the [Queen] or Margaret, here today, I have only one identity in common with you, and that is the Stranger. A supernatural person who has been bound by [biological potions] for a hundred years, and oppressed by Butterfly Island and the Unnatural Bureau. ”

She raised her head slightly, showing everyone the scar on her neck.

Hideous and ugly, like a black thorn.

Margaret smiled.

"I have a very special affection for Finnsaril, and you are now standing in my homeland. I grew up there and died there. ”

"I, my father, my sister, were all tragically killed in Finnsaril. But luckily, I was able to come back to life under the care of my grandparents. ”

Margaret smiled, and she spoke like a brilliant orator.

"I have a lot to say to you. I want to tell you about my father. A hero who volunteered to sacrifice himself for mankind and lay on the operating table to receive [heresy transplantation] was exiled by Butterfly Island and became a plaything for the nobles to have fun in the World Entertainment City. ”

"I also want to tell you about my childhood, about the great and poor Miracles I met in the Promised Land as a child. They dragged their broken bodies from the war, and until they died, they still believed the lies of Butterfly Island, looking at Friglia Harbor again and again, waiting for Butterfly Island to take them away, and they were disappointed again and again. How can I tell them the cruel truth, Butterfly Island has given up on them completely. ”

Margaret said regretfully.

"When I jumped from the Finnsaril Central Building, a dramatic scene was playing on the big screen. While I was struggling with a piece of stinky, hard black bread, I was staggered at a dinner party on Butterfly Island. Milk was only the embellishment of the fountain, and the wine was used by the nobles to wash their hands. ”

"I'm asking why, and I'm sure you've asked countless whys."

"At the beginning of the catastrophic year, the Butterfly Island Convention celebrates the greatness of evolution throughout the text. Yes, of course, evolution is the greatest success of a species – and each of us should be proud to be a paranormal. This represents the excellence of our individuals, the excellence of our genes. If this calamity is a screening of living things by the earth, then our awakening ability in the era of calamity is undoubtedly the victor of the era. But do we really live as victors? ”

Margaret: "The simplest question is, where is the home of the Adept. ”

"Do we really belong to human society, the Voluntary Waiver Treaty launched by the Bureau of Unnature seems to me like a joke, it's like, you want a person with normal vision to live without using eyes for the rest of your life, and a person with hands and feet to stay in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Why? Why should we be the victors in the age of calamity, but give in to those who lose? ”

"Are we really free in human society? I believe that if it were 'free', there wouldn't be so many people here. Human society has too many constraints on us, and if you are not careful, the muzzle of the unnatural bureau will be aimed at you. For the supernatural, the only truly free city is here, and only in the World Entertainment City is that we are not outliers. ”