On this day, in a small town called Gris, people lived their lives as usual, going to work when they should go to work, and going to school when they should go to school. It seems that life here is repeated day after day, as if there is not much change in sight. But from the perspective of each resident, in fact, every day is changing, adults are improving their lives little by little, and children are accumulating knowledge little by little.

However, the human mind is complex, some people yearn for power, some people yearn for money, and some people yearn for power. Some people, faced with such a life, will feel satisfied and full of hope for the future. However, there are also people who do not want to rest on their laurels and have greater ambitions in their hearts.

In a small room, thick curtains block the light from the windows, making the whole room look very dim. In a small open space in front of the bed, a young man who looked rather thin was trying to draw a strange and strange pattern with the small half bowl of blood in the bowl.

The young man's palm was wrapped in gauze, and there were already blood stains on the gauze, showing the source of the small half bowl of blood. And he knelt on the ground, drawing that strange pattern at the same time, his eyes revealed a complex look of anticipation, hatred, fear, and so on. He was looking forward to something because of hatred, but he was terrified of his expectations, but after all, he completed the pattern on the ground little by little.

"Whew!" the young man let out a long breath, looking at the pattern that had been completed on the ground, and the expression on his face turned to firmness. Obviously, no matter how much hesitation and fear he had in his heart before this, it had all been put aside at this time.

The boy leaned down and effortlessly dragged out a box from under the bed next to him. There were a few things in the box, a crumpled piece of paper with words written on it, a few small candles that looked like they had been plucked out of a birthday cake, and some shriveled bat carcass, a large spider with its leg removed, and so on.

The boy lit the small candles and placed them in the pattern on the ground, and placed the bowl that had been used to hold blood in the center of the pattern. Then, with the knife that had slipped through his palm, he cut the bat carcass into pieces and threw them into the bowl, along with other disgusting animal remains.

The bowl was a little full, but the boy didn't care, picked up the piece of paper and slowly recited the words on it. The words on the paper are the words that are common in the world today, but when put together, they do not become normal sentences.

"Kaota...... Madabamo ...... Sicklai...... Jintama ......" The boy stumbled over the words on the paper, then handed the paper to the candle and lit it, and threw it into the small bowl at once.

"Boom!"

The lit paper fell into the bowl, and there was an instant explosion sound, and at the same time, a thick cloud of black smoke rose up, completely blocking the young man's vision.

"Ahem, ahem!" the young man choked on the black smoke and coughed, but he still stared at the small bowl in the black smoke.

When the black smoke cleared, the small bowl finally appeared in the boy's eyes again, but the disgusting things in the bowl were gone, replaced by half a bowl of clear, colorless liquid.

"Roar!" an inhuman roar came from the room, and then the windows and walls were seen cracking rapidly. Eventually, with a loud clatter, a huge figure stepped out of the ruins and stepped through the dust and mist onto the street.

On the street, pedestrians who had been quite leisurely stopped with doubts on their faces when the roar sounded. Soon, however, they regretted their decision. They saw the collapse of the house, the tall and terrifying monster, and the great shadow hanging over their heads.

It was a huge monster more than twenty meters tall, and its body was full of dense pus, many of which were still bleeding yellow-green pus. The monster's face was like that of a drowned dead man, with sparse hairs on top of its head, and a handful of thorns that stood upright like hedgehogs. The monster's body was very bloated, like a balloon filled with water, as if it could break its skin and take out the contents of it.

"Roar!" the monster roared again, stomping heavily to the ground.

As this foot fell, the pedestrians on the street felt as if there had been an earthquake, and one by one they were already frightened and their legs weakened, and they fell to the ground one after another. Some people crawled away from the monster, some people were so weak that they only trembled, and some people trembled and took out a thousand miles to convey their spirits. Don't get me wrong, they don't have such a desperate spirit of entertainment, so they don't want to think about taking pictures and posting them to Moments at this time. Those who came out of the thousands of miles to convey their spirits were all invariably at this time and called the emergency number of the National Police Agency.

However, the monster stomped that kick more than just a shock. After he stomped down, his entire body trembled under the feedback force, and a yellow-green mist suddenly poured out of his body. The yellow-green mist, which seemed to be formed by the pus on the monster's body, spread out in all directions after the fog.

"Ahh

"This ...... What is this......"

"Help, who's going to save me!"

"My hand...... My body ......"

The yellow-green mist spread out to the surrounding area, enveloping the pedestrians who had not escaped, as well as the occupants of the surrounding buildings. And as it was shrouded in the mist, the wails and screams of the people immediately sounded in the mist, and it was obvious that something very terrible was happening to everyone.

On the viewing tower of the amusement park, the Lin siblings, Casaro and others are learning about the cultists of the evil gods from the Transcendent Administration. For Celtic, who knows the truth of the world, there is nothing to hide in this matter, not to mention that everyone does have the same goal.

"Compared to the past, in today's world, even civilians have a decent life. Therefore, the temptation that cultists can give has become that of supernatural power. That's why we, the Transcendent Administration, have recently strengthened our management of the transcendental. Celtic explained to the Lin family and others.

When an evil organization wants to spread evil beliefs, it often starts with the aspect of human existence, such as promising people how to enjoy happiness in the next life, or ascending to the kingdom of heaven where there will be no pain and no disasters. What kind of people would accept such a temptation? To put it bluntly, they are people who can't survive, and people who may have despaired of the future.

But now, although this world is not a fantasy "utopia" and has not yet reached the level of "universal harmony", people at least do not have much problem surviving. As long as you go to work, you will be able to support yourself and your family, and you will be able to improve your life slowly. As long as you have enough ability, you will have the opportunity to rise to a higher level and become the so-called "man of man".

Under such circumstances, it is not unattractive for cult believers to tempt people with "afterlife" and "heavenly kingdom", but it is indeed difficult to gain much faith.

However, human nature is greedy, and there are always some people who will breed more pursuits after they have no worries about food and clothing. In such a world, the existence of transcendent beings is well known, and people naturally have a desire for power. However, not everyone has the opportunity and ability to obtain extraordinary power, some people may accept their fate, but there will always be people who are unwilling.

What should we do if we are not reconciled? This is the opportunity for the cultists of the evil gods.

In fact, it's not just ordinary people who want to get supernatural power, but transcendental people also want to make themselves stronger. Moreover, if the transcendent is seduced by the cult god believer, the damage to this world will be far greater than that of ordinary people.

The Transcendental Administration, which suddenly strengthened its management of the Transcendental, was based on this consideration.

"I see, so what did you do?" Cassalo asked.

After listening to Celtic's explanation, Cassalo and others were actually able to understand and agree with the approach of the Transcendent Management Agency from the bottom of their hearts. Those grumpy people were more or less guilty of the damage they had caused to the Transcendental Management Agency.

"The effect is still good, at least it has cleared the interior of the management department, and it has also found out some transcendents who have been seduced by the cult believers. Another point is that through registration management, the management agency has also been supplemented to a certain extent in terms of personnel, which has been able to further expand the strength of the management agency to more lower-level cities. As the deputy director, Celtic responded with a little smugness, which can be regarded as showing the weight of the Transcendental Management Agency in this cooperation with the other party.

In the small city of Gris, there was not only one change on this day, the already small city was almost full of changes, and the yellow-green fog almost enveloped the entire city.

Next to the Griss Police Department, in a building that had been clearly renovated for a short time, a group of soldiers in special uniforms also rushed out. These men, dressed in black leather suits, wore fully enclosed helmets on their heads, and carried various tools or weapons of unknown use in their arms. There was no assembly, no pre-war mobilization, and as soon as these people came out, they scattered in all directions, towards the place where the mutation took place.

"Boom, boom!" a series of explosions rang out.

A team of the Einsatzgruppen of the Transcendental Administration engaged a monster more than twenty meters away, and a wave of dense explosions came up. Grenades flew out of their weapons, swarming towards the monster's massive body. An explosion rang out, and the monster's body burst into flames, and yellow-green pus and flesh splattered everywhere.

Obviously, although this monster looks terrifying and disgusting, it is not very difficult in terms of strength. With a wave of explosive attacks, the monster's originally tall and fat body was already blown up full of holes, and many wounds were even deep into the bones. It's just that the series of explosions also made the yellow-green fog in this area much thicker, and in the blink of an eye, it became difficult to see the five fingers here.

"Howl!"

In the thick yellow-green mist, there was a sudden howl that was different from that of a troll. Before the members of the special task force could react, one by one strange figures had already rushed to the front, and some even directly pressed people to the ground.

Through the helmet's visible visor, the team members finally saw the enemy's appearance after they approached. Those who attacked them were clearly people with twisted limbs, and all of them had obvious ulcers on their bodies.

"Be on my guard!"

With a roar, a pillar of light rose from the thick fog, which seemed to reach the sky from the bottom to the top, and then turned into a rain of light and flew down. The rain of light not only thinner the fog, but also shot at the twisted humans, killing the monsters that could no longer be called humans.

A wave of monsters was cleared, and the team members also regained their spirits, and gathered around one by one with the weapons in their arms. In the middle of them, a man in a distinctly different uniform withdrew his sword and pointed the tip of his sword at the troll not far away.

"Attack its core location and try to get rid of it in one wave!"

In an instant, grenades, bullets, arrows, etc., all headed towards the designated target.

Although the troll was no longer rational, in the face of such an attack, it still instinctively wanted to protect its fatality. However, in the face of the Transcendentals' "high-tech" weapons, the troll's arms were instantly blasted into ashes, and the attack then landed on the heart core.

This wave of attacks ended, and a huge hole appeared in the troll's chest, and there was still any trace of the existence of the heart core.

And after the heart core was blasted into slag, the troll's body obviously began to collapse at an accelerated pace, like a wax figure melted by the high temperature, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of pus on the ground. However, due to the size of the troll, the puddle of pus was quite large, and it literally turned the street into a sewer.

One troll is dealt with, and the others are not difficult to deal with, but is the Transcendental Authority's side the winner in this encounter?

In hindsight, although the casualties of the Transcendent Administration were not large, the yellow-green mist of the trolls turned many civilians into that kind of twisted monster. Those twisted monsters, the final outcome is naturally that they are all killed, and those who are not killed also turn into pus after the death of the troll. All in all, a mutation that didn't last long, but it caused thousands of casualties in the small city.

So, people always say that it's always easier to destroy than to build.

On the side of the Transcendental Administration, even if it moves very quickly, even if it quickly solves the enemy, but the destruction is the destruction. Destroyed buildings can be rebuilt, but the dead cannot be brought back to life, and the fear and pain caused by disasters cannot be eliminated in a short period of time. 2k reading web