Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 170 Impossible Conditions
The silver corridor meandered forward, reflecting the busy and mechanical figures of the staff, who were trying their best to clear the body parts and bloodstains scattered around.

Although the movements were quick and agile, it was difficult to conceal the shadow of confusion and fear in the depths of everyone's eyes.

Ever since the Four Horsemen moved into the [Wooden House] and took charge of everything with their unique management philosophy, many employees in the base have had a confusing sense of "relaxation".

Of course, this is not a compliment.

It can be seen from this sacrificial ceremony that what should have been an extremely solemn sacrificial ceremony has been distorted into a carnival by North America's leading supernatural defense organization.

The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Instead of showing the slightest reverence, the personnel from various departments competed in placing bets, treating a ceremony that concerned the safety of all mankind as a joke. Even Teddy felt that the absurdity was a bit too much.

In the end, this recklessness and negligence led to an irreparable tragedy.

"Thanks to the special structure of the prison, the main structure of the base is not seriously damaged." The reporter's voice echoed in the empty round table conference room, unable to conceal its heaviness.

"But the key is the loss of personnel. Although the Baron and his team arrived at the scene quickly, almost all the guards in the prison were killed. Six monsters broke through the blockade and wreaked havoc in the base, causing hundreds of innocent employees to be killed or injured. Washington has called several times to inquire."

At the round table, Rango, covered in blood, bit his cigarette butt tightly and listened to the report quietly. Old Joe opposite him, his face became increasingly gloomy as he got more information.

The terrain leading to the base from the prison was in the shape of a T, which meant that as long as one entrance was guarded, it would be almost impossible for any monster to escape.

Moreover, after Rango arrived, he closed the door leading to the outside of the prison again. All Old Joe and his men had to deal with were the hundreds of monsters that had escaped to the corridor.

However, even such careful deployment failed to prevent the escape of several dark creatures, which caused unprecedented chaos and casualties inside the base.

Old Joe rubbed his brows tiredly. As one of the only two persons in charge of the [Wooden House], he had to bear at least half of the responsibility for this accident.

He sighed heavily and smiled bitterly at Rango, "It seems that I am really old. I can make such a mistake even when dealing with a bunch of small characters."

Rango remained silent. In his opinion, the accident that happened to the cabin tonight was entirely their own fault. Judging from their behavior pattern, even if they managed to get through it safely today, accidents would happen sooner or later.

"Ugh"

Old Joe's sigh echoed in the room, and he turned to ask about Quagma's condition.

"Uh..." The staff member first looked at the boss in front of him, then hesitantly said, "Commander Bonnie sent a message that Quigmar is negotiating with the ancient gods and trying to resolve this incident at the lowest cost."

When he heard Bonnie's name, Old Joe's expression changed slightly. That woman was his wife, but for some reasons, Bonnie and he had been separated for many years. In order to avoid seeing him, she also took on the task of observing the status of the ancient gods in the base. Therefore, she stayed in the deepest room of the base almost all year round. They rarely met, and their relationship was in name only.

"I see."

Joe pondered for a moment, then spoke again, his tone somewhat solemn: "Have you found out what happened to the little zombie in Buckner's house? Why did she know how to open the switches of all the cells?"

The clerk didn't look at Old Joe this time. He glanced at Rango and explained awkwardly, "This may be related to Chief Pete's past behavior. When he was in office, he kept Buckner's little daughter as a pet for a period of time, and perhaps some information was leaked inadvertently. Chief Pete's character, as you know, has always been informal."

"Fuck! This damn bastard just walked away, leaving behind a mess for me and Queegmar to clean up!" Old Joe was furious when he heard this, and slammed the table so hard that the objects on the table jumped up.

As for Rango, he pretended not to hear anything and looked away.

Old Joe forced himself to suppress his anger, took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, nodded to everyone, and hurriedly left the hall.

He now had to call Washington back. In addition to him and Quigmar, President Whitehead also had the nuclear authority to self-destruct the base. He had to go and appease the old man quickly.

After he left, Rango lowered his head and stared at the system interface on his wrist, feeling a strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Hundreds of dark creatures were slaughtered this time, and the extraordinary power absorbed was enormous. The progress bar that was almost exhausted due to the summoning of Yuumi was advanced by more than half.

If he chooses according to the proportion, as long as he can kill two more extraordinary creatures of the level of the Yellow-Eyed Demon, he should be able to fill up the progress and start a new summoning.

No, Rango suddenly thought of the prisoners in the prison who were unable to wake up from the massive hypnotic energy. If the target was changed to them, it was estimated that one of them would be enough to fill up the remaining progress.

But what he was worried about was that those guys not only possessed all kinds of weird abilities, but were also immortal both in body and soul. If they were released and he couldn't deal with them, it would definitely cause very serious consequences.

Thinking of this, Rango gently stroked the Colt revolver left by his grandfather, unscrewed the cylinder, and saw that there was only one bullet left of the six bullets that were originally fully loaded.

He consumed four bullets in the battle with the Yellow-Eyed Demon and the Black-Skinned Angel. Not long ago, he shot and killed the Soul-Breaking Clown. The revolver that he originally used as the ultimate weapon can now be used once at most.

Teddy, who was sitting on the side in a daze, saw this scene and couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't you say you were going to use the golden altar on the mysterious island to make bullets? Why haven't you done anything yet?"

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Rango shook his head slightly and frowned, "I mentioned this to Amos before and asked him to introduce me to a gunsmith, but after looking at the altar, he said that it would be a waste of resources to make bullets, and it should be made into something else."

"Other things? What do you mean?"

"A two-meter-high golden cross."

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Teddy was stunned after hearing this. What did it mean to make it into a cross? Could it be that he would carry a cross as a weapon when fighting in the future?

"You find it weird too, don't you?"

Rango smiled helplessly. He had a lot of things to do these past two days. He would ask Amos about it when he got back. He was not an ascetic monk, so what was the point of carrying a cross?

Could it be that being hit by a cross is more painful than being shot?

The glass door outside the hall opened automatically again at this time. After taking a look, Rango immediately raised his eyebrows.

Quigmar's figure came into view. His condition at this moment was completely different from the past, as if all his energy had been drained away. He staggered, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes bulged like a dragon, looking particularly terrifying.

"Uncle Kuikui?"

Rango called out tentatively, however, Quigmar seemed to be in another world and had no response to his words. He just mechanically found a corner to sit down, immersed in an indescribable despair.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, and everyone's faces showed solemn and panicked expressions. Originally, because the base was no longer shaken by the ancient god's emotions, everyone thought that Quigmar had negotiated with the ancient god and successfully appeased the big guy under his feet, but now it seems that things are not as simple as they thought.

"Rango."

Quigmar finally spoke, his voice hollow and distant, as if coming from the abyss, "Our world may really be over."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Rango quickly pulled the chair next to him and asked in a low voice, "Is your negotiation with the Ancient God not going well?"

Quigmar nodded slightly, almost wanting to cry, "It's all because of that damn artificial virgin Yuemo!"

"Virgin Yue Mo?"

Rango and Teddy looked at each other with strange expressions in their eyes. How did a sacrificial ceremony become associated with the Virgin Yuemo?
"That damn dwarf Esther is a fake virgin! Fuck!"

Quagma growled with gnashing teeth, his anger evident in his words, "Damn it! Because of this bitch, by this time next year, the world may be destroyed by that Virgo Moon!"

".Wait, wait."

Rango couldn't understand all this nonsense. He stroked Quigmar's back to help him calm down, then asked seriously, "In other words, because the virgin was fake, the ancient god plans to destroy the world starting from this day next year?"

"Well, it's not that unreasonable."

At this point, Quigley looked at Rango with a complicated look in his eyes, and then continued, "For some special reasons, it decided to give us another chance. It wants to see a different sacrifice ceremony next year."

"Different? Fuck, does it want five virgins?" Teddy couldn't help but cursed: "The old thing has a big appetite!"

Quagma, who was still in a state of dissociation, suddenly came back to his senses after hearing this, and looked at Teddy in astonishment, "Walter? NO! That would be great if that were the case."

He then waved his hands around, and after all the staff had left, he came close to Rango and said solemnly: "The standard for the next sacrifice has been fully upgraded. The ancient god ordered me that next year's sacrifice must see the ancestor of vampires, the ancestor of werewolves, the demon lord, the archangel of heaven, and..."

At this point, he paused, his eyes falling heavily on Rango, "And you."

"I?!"

Rango pointed at himself in astonishment and repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah. That bastard specifically mentioned that he wanted to sacrifice another child from the Pitt family in the end." Quigmar's expression became more complicated.

Rango was speechless for a moment. The others could understand him, thinking that this guy might have had enough of human blood and wanted to taste that of supernatural creatures, but what was going on with him?

He didn't remember having any encounter with this ancient god.

"Don't worry, Rango. As Pete's best friend, I will never betray you." Quigma said in a firm tone, his eyes full of sincerity.

Rango nodded slightly. He did not doubt that Quigmar would capture him and sacrifice him, but he was a little curious as to why the ancient god would take a fancy to him.

"Fake."

Could it be that this guy has been keeping an eye on him?
Rango couldn't help but curse inwardly, then looked at Quigmar, "And then, you agreed?"

Quigmar spread his hands, looking aggrieved: "I can't help it, Rango. If I don't agree to it right now, the day of the destruction of the earth will be today."

Rango did not blame him. Under the circumstances at that time, Quigmar had no choice but to agree. He frowned and asked, "What are you going to do next? You can't just wait like this, right?"

"Otherwise." Quigmar's bitter smile became even more intense. "There is indeed one imprisoned in the prison of the Lord of Hell, but that guy's power is too incredible. Not only is he immortal, but he can also distort reality. Any weapon is no different from a firewood stick in front of him."

Rango thought of the man with a head full of nails and a Rubik's Cube in his hand, and asked curiously, "How did you catch him in the first place?"

"You may not believe it." Quigmar whispered, "That guy turned himself in. He said he was an ascetic monk and wanted to practice in our prison, so..."

He shook his head and continued, "As for the archangels, they are not difficult to find. There are several angels who have descended to the human world and we are monitoring them in the [wooden house]. But there are also the ancestors of vampires and werewolves."

Quigmar glanced at Mavis who was listening silently beside him calmly, and continued to shake his head and said, "It's useless even if we find them. With their abilities, they can easily escape from our blockade."

"Sangaofu Bichilango, if nothing unexpected happens, we humans still have one year to live."

"Ah."

Rango looked calm and nodded slightly, as if all this was within his expectations.

Seeing this, Quigmar was surprised and asked, "Why aren't you worried at all? Have you already found a way out? Are you planning to run to hell or heaven?"

"You think too much, Quagma. I don't have any connections with the people there."

Rango would not easily tell others that Yumi's magic book can travel to other worlds. He shrugged and said, "I'm just a little confused as to why the ancient god would like me, and..."

He patted Quigma's shoulder and said helplessly: "We have no other choice, right? Since we can't resist, let's just enjoy it and enjoy the last year of our lives."

Hearing this, Quigmar was silent for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "In fact, we are not completely helpless. Several decades ago, before you were born, we also failed in a sacrifice. At that time, it was your parents who went to negotiate with the ancient gods. I don't know what they said, but they successfully fooled the ancient gods and successfully passed that difficult time. There has been no trouble for decades afterwards."

"So?" Rango asked curiously.

"Let's go get Pete back!"

Quigmar slapped the table, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You may not know that our base once developed a modified sports car that can go back to the past and the future. All we need to do is rebuild this car, then go back to the past, find your parents, and ask them to negotiate with the Ancient God again!"

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(End of this chapter)