Seduced by the ethereal singing, the Atlantean sergeant threw himself like a moth to a flame into an unknown trap on the top floor of the closing-about mansion.

Although the sergeant major as the leader was alert before the action, he didn't expect the enemy's methods to be so strange, and easily put all the low-end sergeants in danger, and for a while he no longer had the composure just now, and revised the order in a loud voice: "Don't continue to raise the 'ignition point' of the light stone, start a low-intensity free attack."

Melt down all the walls and floors of the target floor. A raging flame erupted from his body.

In an instant, in the blazing attack of him and dozens of alien warriors, the cracked top floor, walls, and ceiling of the skyscraper were all reduced to nothing, leaving only a huge block in the air that was directly attached to the void and depicted a complex pattern that constantly wriggled and changed on six sides.

Worried about the victims of the building in the distance, or a few ordinary people who were just watching the excitement, 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, it's a huge square devil, could it be Pandora's box..."

"It won't be, it won't be the 'spatial channel' opened up by the invaders of the 'Otherworldly Realm'...", while making all kinds of bizarre and unreliable speculations.

In the noise of the general public, the edifice that had been crumbling for a long time finally collapsed, and was reduced to ruins in a series of earth-shattering bangs and strong earthquakes that seemed to shake the mountains, burying hundreds of disaster victims and several times the number of victims alive.

The average person can't detect it. But in Zhang Lisheng's mind, in the ruins of the collapsed skyscraper, there were soon inhuman figures with twisted and elongated bodies, covering their eyes, their mouths constantly opening and closing miserably, and their souls that howled silently fluttered and rose.

They struggled desperately into the distance, but eventually they were sucked into the 'magic box'.

The preparatory steps for the ritual were finally completed, and the faintly audible sound of heavenly sounds gradually became clearer and clearer, but even if they heard this sound, ordinary earthlings were not affected in any way, but Atlanteans were very different.

In just a few minutes. More and more sergeants threw themselves into the huge cuboids hanging from the void. The rank has also been increased from the original 'Mechanical Light Sergeant' to 'Planetary Sergeant'.

Seeing that there were more and more fallen sergeants, the extremely conceited sergeant major made a desperate decision to lead the few 'stellar sergeants' who could still keep their sanity and took the initiative to rush into the enemy's trap.

As the strongest individual combat force of the powerful Atlantean civilization. After the sergeant major charged. The magic box, which slowly took on a dark red and bloody color, faintly revealed a milky white light. Slowly spin it up.

Ten minutes later, one floated in the air, thousands of huge upside-down propellers at the bottom turning silently. Hundreds of side-mounted propellers on the port side propelled the steel fortress the size of a country town to move forward nimbly, breaking through the clouds and coming to the 'magic box'.

"It's the Sky Fortress, the Iron Warriors are here, ha, it seems that the Atlanteans who came to the disaster this time will rely on us earthlings to save it..."

As soon as the words fell, black figures rose on the deck of the Flying Fortress, and hundreds of steel warriors ran and jumped into the air at high speed, their hands, feet, and backs suddenly erupting with scorching flames, rushing towards the huge 'magic box' not far away.

Just as they were charged, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and the originally hot summer weather suddenly became as cold as winter in an instant.

Under the cold wind, a faint light flashed on the huge rectangular body hanging in the void, and the complex lines that had been wriggling and changing disappeared within a second or two, and some spread and distorted, forming a series of different patterns of corpses that were either the flesh of the skull, exposing the frontal bone, or the chest cracking to expose the internal organs of the ribs.

Standing under the tree, Zhang Lisheng looked at the 'magic box' floating in the air in a daze, feeling the ancient evil divine power filled by the clouds, and muttered: "What a hell, this kind of probability smaller than the 'elastic ball' can really be gambled by the lord, and he really stole the power of the ancient dark gods by blood sacrifice....

No, no, maybe it's not just good luck, there is an old saying in China that 'the times make heroes', maybe with the advent of the 'Great Thousand Ages', the extraordinary power on the earth is also recovering, and a new era of mythology is coming..."

The young man thought about it for a long time and did not come to the correct conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it, anyway, a person like the Lord who steals by ritual and begs for the power of ancient gods will inevitably be seriously polluted in his spirit, and he will not even be able to preserve his 'self-consciousness'.

And this kind of divine power is like water without a source, if you want to enhance it, you can only continue to sacrifice blood, and it is likely to become the shell of the resurrection of the ancient gods in the end, even if this kind of power is given to Zhang Lisheng for nothing, it will never be wanted, but there are more such characters, and it is a good thing to disrupt the layout of 'Atlantis' on the earth.

While the young man was pondering, the 'Iron Warrior', who had not really come to the rescue of the alien sergeant, had already stopped charging and retreated into the distance with the escort of the Flying Fortress.

As soon as the fortress stopped, the 'magic box' suddenly shattered, and a throne made of corpses with a height of 100 meters flashed out in the billowing black smoke, and thousands of human heads with sad expressions embedded on it suddenly shouted in unison, "Sumenami, the inheritor of the 'Throne of Bones' of the ancient dark god lineage, hereby warns all Atlanteans.

All the land, sea, rivers, and islands of this planet are owned by the humans of the earth, and your invasion will be punished by the gods!"

The shouts echoed in the air, and a giant in black robes, wearing a black crown of bones and a slender black bone staff, appeared on the throne of corpses, hidden in the shadows.

After revealing his form, Mr. Giant looked around with a majestic posture, and the scepter in his hand slammed into the void, making a thunderous sound, and disappeared in an instant with the dark clouds that quickly dissipated.

Calm returned, leaving only ruins at the site.

Although the Lord had only destroyed one building for the Blood Rite Ritual, the domino reaction and violent trembling of the collapse had made the entire block of buildings very dangerous, and it would be impossible to continue to use them without reinforcement.

Looking at the devastated neighborhood, Zhang Lisheng frowned, and whispered to himself, "I said a lot of things, but only a small street was destroyed, I thought I could see the New York military base being filled with Atlantean corpses today" looked up at the alien battleship that came in a hurry, turned around and walked quickly into a dark alley,

In the evening, the figure of the young man appeared at 520 12th Road, Manhattan, New York, near the Chinese Consulate General in New York.

As the only most important partner with the same harmless 'otherworldly world' and unlimited development potential as the United States, the security of China's foreign affairs agency in the United States has become increasingly strict, and the Federal Security Service has even set up a special office for this purpose.

Zhang Lisheng just lingered in front of the consulate for a few steps, and after a little hesitation, a patrol officer in a group of two walked up to him and said with a stiff expression: "Sir, please show your ID." ”

As a yellow-skinned Chinese, the young man has long been accustomed to carrying his documents, so he immediately took out his driver's license and handed it to the police.

"New Yorker," the younger and taller one of the patrol officers looked at Zhang Lisheng's ID card under the light, and looked at him in surprise, but he still said reluctantly: "This is in front of the Chinese Consulate General in New York, did you suddenly stop for anything?"

Young people are not a paradise for terrorists, and the desert people of Central Asia are like people, and when they saw the patrol officer asking so carefully, they replied with some confusion: "I'm here to find a friend." ”

"Looking for a friend," the tall police officer returned the ID to Zhang Lisheng with an expressionless face, "If you are looking for a friend, why don't you go in directly, this is an extraordinary time, I'm afraid you will have to go with us to the police station, sir." ”

The patrolman's repeated difficulties finally made Zhang Lisheng realize that things were not simple, but he was angry and arguing at all, but smiled faintly and said in a calm tone. "Listen man, I have anxiety and I have good lawyers.

If you bring me back to alert tonight for no reason, then I promise you will spend the rest of your life on the most remote beach in 'Start Island', watching turtles for the rest of your life. ”

"You're threatening me, you know that you're threatening a police officer in New York State..."The tall police officer roared angrily when he heard this, but when he saw the black-haired young man in front of him clearly, he suddenly showed a completely different temperament and demeanor from just now, and his voice couldn't help but get smaller and smaller.

Observing the identity of the character is one of the basic skills that the patrol officer must master, and he can tell if Zhang Lisheng is bluffing or really a tricky big trouble.

"Tom, you're too sensitive, I think this gentleman is fine, but there's a guy across the street who is suspicious. The older patrol officer who had not spoken made up a clever excuse for Zhang Lisheng smiled apologetically, pulled up his companion across the road, stopped a pedestrian casually, and began to check his documents.

"What a clever guy...", a sneering expression appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he muttered puzzledly, "But why are they trying to make things difficult for me, is it simply because they are in a bad mood, or is there some reason to force them to do this...", his eyes inadvertently turned to the New York consulate.

At this time, the door of the consulate opened, and looking in along the crack in the door, Zhang Lisheng's pupils suddenly shrank. (To be continued......)