Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Lin Xuan picked up the dagger on the ground.

This dagger can emit blade light, and the man's ability is space teleportation.

He did not kill Bai, he just sent the sword light in front of Lin Xuan, that's all.

This dagger is of no use to Lin Xuan, so he plans to find an opportunity to hand it over to the Night Watchman in exchange for some cash.

It was already three o'clock in the morning.

Lin Xuan turned on his phone and called Chen Muye.

"Captain, what's going on?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Among those people, there are indeed a few guys from the enemy forces. Initial judgment is that they are from the Ancient God Church.

Some of them carried explosives with them, and every time they wanted to capture the other party, they would choose to blow themselves up.

Even without explosives, believers would still commit suicide if arrested.”

There is one thing that Chen Muye did not say.

That is, some of those who fled in all directions, when they followed the other party's tracks, only their heads were left lying there.

Chen Muye was sure that this was not done by the night watchmen, but someone was helping them secretly.

This reminded him of certain events that had occurred in Cangnan City over the past year.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Chen Muye doesn’t think that the matter has been resolved.

The other party is mobilizing believers on such a large scale, obviously trying to distract their attention.

The real purpose is probably still in the making.

At this moment, Wen Qimo's voice suddenly came from Chen Muye's side.

"Captain, there's a situation at the airport. A plane took off without permission!"

Chen Muye frowned. "Hasn't the order already been issued to suspend flights and close the airport? Why is there still a plane taking off?"

"According to airport security, it was a few authorized airport staff who let the pilot through and opened the runway.

One of them was even a senior member of the airport management team.”

After hearing this, Chen Muye immediately thought of the crowd who were in a daze and seemed to be under control.

Dozens of people rushed out of their homes and took to the streets.

The other party must have some means of controlling others, and the other party's speed must be extremely fast, otherwise it would be impossible to run from the high-tech zone to the airport within half an hour.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the sky. From the direction of the airport, an airplane was flying towards this side.

The fuselage of the plane disappeared into the night sky, with only the signal lights on its wings flashing scarlet light.

"Captain, should we ask our superiors to use missiles to shoot the plane down?"

"No, the plane is now over Cangnan City. If it is shot down, it will still crash into the city."

Chen Muye shook his head, staring at the plane in the sky, and suddenly sighed.

"Never mind. There's only a month left anyway. It's time."

"Captain, are you ready..."

At this time, he and Lin Xuan had not hung up the phone yet.

"Don't worry, just leave it to me."

Chen Muye hung up the phone.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached his right hand into his chest, his fingertips touching the corner of something.

"Qi Mo, tell me the number of that plane."

"It's XXXXXX, Captain, what are you going to do?"

Wen Qimo asked. He always felt that the captain had made some important decision.

As Chen Muye exerted force, the thing was pulled out.

It was an old, yellowed parchment scroll.

The moment the parchment was exposed to the air, a strange wave spread far away.

Outside Daxia.

In the fog, pairs of eyes filled with divine power opened, as if they were spanning thousands of kilometers, and cast their gazes towards the parchment.

At the same time, twenty kilometers away from Cangnan City, a young freight driver looked towards the direction of Cangnan City, shrugged his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Really? It took me a long time to find it."

The next moment, the plane tilted suddenly and dived towards the ground.

The violent roar echoed over the entire Cangnan City, like thunder rolling in the sky.

Chen Muye raised his hand and wrote a number on the blank space of the parchment.

A terrifying and eerie aura erupted, enveloping the entire plane.

In just a moment, the plane turned into dust.

boom!

"team leader!"

Wen Qimo didn't care about being shocked, as he saw the captain fall directly to the ground with pale lips.

His mental strength was drained away in an instant.

But at this moment, the first thing Chen Muye did was not to support himself on the ground, but to stuff the parchment scroll in his hand back into his chest, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Qimo hurried to Chen Muye, picked him up, and looked extremely flustered.

"Relax, I'm just a little mentally exhausted."

Chen Muye said in a hoarse voice. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands. He could only lean on Wen Qimo and stagger forward.

He looked up into the air, his eyes somewhat sad.

I don’t know what I was thinking about.

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"Commander, it's me, Chen Muye."

"..."

In a bedroom in the basement of the office.

At this time, Chen Muye was lying on the bed.

Three or four hours had passed since he activated Shiva's curse, but his body was still weak.

He originally wanted to go back to the office to work. After all, such a big thing had happened, and all aspects needed to be dealt with, from appeasing the people to reporting to superiors.

But Hongying and others firmly disagreed and insisted that he lie down and rest.

"Yes, I used that thing."

Chen Muye's voice sounded somewhat remorseful.

"..."

He listened quietly to the voice on the other end of the phone, his body stiffened slightly, and his fists clenched.

He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Okay, I see."

Chen Muye took out a glass treasure box from his arms. He stared at it for a long time and sighed slowly.

"Hopefully, this thing will be useful."

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Early in the morning, when Lin Qiye entered the office, he saw everyone gathered together watching TV.

At this time, the morning news was being broadcast on TV.

"In the early hours of this morning, a strong typhoon suddenly struck the coastal areas east of Cangnan City. The initial estimate is that the typhoon intensity is level 17.

At the same time, the height of the waves along the East China Sea coast has reached 30 meters. Experts estimate that..."

Lin Qiye was watching with great interest, but as the scene changed, he suddenly came to the recently very popular Erjiu Interview.

The interview discussed in detail the number of one, two and three nines, and gave a detailed introduction to people's views on different nines.

Lin Qiye turned his head and looked at Hongying who was holding the remote control.

"Hongying, transfer back."

Wu Xiangnan looked at Hongying.

"No, this interview is not much better than the news."

"What's so interesting about this writer interview? They just write about the same things. What's the point of it? It's better to read the news."

"No, old Shonan dog, go away."

Seeing Wu Xiangnan about to come over to grab it, Hongying directly hugged the remote control in her arms.

As for Lin Xuan, he shifted his attention to another thing.

In a corner of the office, there is a cage.

At this time, Leng Xuan was feeding the crows in the cage.

This crow is called the Crow of Disaster. It is pitch black all over. Unlike ordinary crows, it has only whites in its pupils.

"Is this the Crow of Calamity?"

Lin Qiye also looked at the Crow of Disaster.

"Isn't it said that this kind of thing is only found in important cities? Why does our small third-tier city also have it?"

"do not know."

Leng Xuan shook his head.

"All I know is that the captain brought this crow to serve as an early warning. If some kind of major disaster strikes, the Crow of Disaster will emit a piercing scream... I hope the day never comes when it's needed."

Lin Xuan looked at the crow of disaster, then looked at the rising sun in the distance.

I'm afraid it will come in handy soon.

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