usatvline Chapter 225 Go!
Chapter 225 Go!
Li Muxuan sighed, as if remembering something: "You reminded me that there are some things here, but... they are all dead people. I hope you don't mind."
Everyone's heart trembled, but then they felt relieved. At this point in time, death had already become the norm, so what did things related to the dead matter?
So, everyone started choosing masks. Lu Linglong looked at the mask in front of her and shook her head: "I don't need this. No one recognizes me like this anyway."
Lu Lin chose a ghost mask, which made her look even more mysterious. Zhang Chulan chose a red mask. Feng Baobao chose a copper mask, which, though heavy, complemented her aloof temperament. Ye Qing, on the other hand, chose a gold half-face mask, which shimmered with gold, giving her a noble and austere look.
"Okay, let's go." Li Muxuan looked at everyone.
The operation officially began. Zhang Chulan spoke to Zhuge Qing via intercom. "Old Qing, please help me get Mr. Huang to confirm..."
On the other end of the intercom, Zhang Chulan's voice was a little hurried, penetrating the noisy background sound and reaching Zhuge Qing's ears.
People in the company also encountered emergencies.
"He fell down too. What happened to them? They suddenly fell down one after another."
"I don't know. It happened so suddenly. It was like all the strength was drained out of them. Someone checked their body temperature, and it was horribly hot, like they were on fire."
The crowd began to panic. A woman holding a baby called out anxiously, "Lao Hong, what's wrong with you? Why are you..."
The company staff rushed over upon hearing the news, their footsteps and inquiries intertwined into a chaotic mess. "What's going on?" a middle-aged man wearing glasses asked, his brow furrowed, trying to make sense of the chaos.
"We don't know either. Suddenly, they fell down without any warning." Someone responded with a nervous look.
"That won't do. If it's some infectious disease, it'll be a huge problem." The man with glasses made a quick decision. "Come on, quickly isolate these people and handle them carefully."
Several people acted quickly and lifted the fallen person onto a stretcher. "The body temperatures of these people are too high, which is too dangerous. They must be strictly controlled." A staff member said while giving instructions.
At this time, Mr. Huang's voice came through the intercom, "Have you confirmed? Is that man named Wang Guoping among this group?"
"Confirmed, Mr. Huang, he's not here." The company staff reported quickly.
"Where are their personal belongings? Have they found the small balls described?" Mr. Huang asked.
"Not at the moment, but we haven't searched thoroughly enough for fear of causing panic," the staff member answered truthfully, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Mr. Huang, these people look quite pitiful right now, but don't forget, anyone who can get to this island is no ordinary person."
Mr. Huang was silent for a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons. "You're right. We can't push too hard. Okay, let's do this for now. Once we're back in our territory, we'll conduct a thorough investigation."
The mountain wind suddenly picked up, carrying a sense of anxiety and unease. Behemoth's army, like a torrent in the dark night, approached silently but unstoppably. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling the land that would soon become a battlefield, adding a touch of unreality to the brutal scene.
"Groups 8 and 15 have reunited. Advance steadily." The leading soldier whispered the order, his eyes sharp as an eagle as he scanned the surroundings, his fists clenched. The ranks fell silent for a moment, the only sound remaining was the gentle rustle of footsteps on the grass and the occasional distant chirp of birds, which seemed to tremble with fear at the impending storm.
"Be careful! The Flame Monk is coming!" The soldier's warning was like thunder, instantly shattering the brief peace. Before he could finish his words, blazing flames shot up from the shadows of the mountains. It was the unique fire escape technique of the Flame Monk. The flames danced like the breath of an angry dragon, scorching the air and distorting it.
Under the sacred tree, King Nasen ordered, "The gods and their people have fought against them. Go, my guards, eliminate these outsiders and defend our homeland."
Following King Nathan's order, the Nathan guards rushed out like arrows, each heading in the predetermined direction. Their figures shuttled through the woods like ghosts, leaving only afterimages and the fighting spirit echoing in the air.
"Elijah, Alfonso, the safety of the royal city is in your hands." King Nathan turned to the two loyal guardians.
Then, she looked at Elena, the powerful woman who had been silently guarding him, and said, "Elena, stay here and help me if necessary."
Elena nodded slightly, already prepared to face any possible crisis.
"The rest of you, go!" King Nathan gave the order again. Watching the Nathan guards disappear from her sight one by one, she took a deep breath and turned to face the tree that had been the guardian tree for generations.
"Sacred tree, please protect us."
King Nathan whispered to himself, as if praying to the sacred tree, or perhaps making a promise to himself. She reached out and gently stroked the trunk. The rough texture, felt through her palm, gave her an inexplicable sense of security.
Bullets rained down like rain, frozen in mid-air, as if time had been paused. Behemoth's soldiers watched in astonishment as the bullets rained down, their impact on the ground crisp and dense, like an ominous death knell, foreshadowing the impending disaster.
"So miserable?" the man struggled to hold his shaky body together, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Very powerful, those bullets. Stopping them is much harder than stopping your sword." He looked at the Flame Monk, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
The Fire Monk knew these soldiers were no ordinary men. "Don't underestimate these men," he warned Du Xia in a low voice. "You know how I came to this island. Their power is far beyond your imagination."
Du Xia snorted coldly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "Really?" Before he could finish his words, he swung his sword fiercely. The blade flashed like a dragon, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and slashed at the soldiers fiercely. The air blades, like invisible sharp blades, bombarded the soldiers' armor and bodies with a deafening roar.
"Go, people of the gods!" the Fire Monk shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield like a passionate war song. "Let the mortals outside witness our power!" His call was like a clarion call, inspiring the fighting spirit deep in the hearts of the people of the gods.
The other strange people responded one after another. They jumped down from a height like war gods leaping from the clouds, with agile postures and powerful momentum.