Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

At the foot of Jinnan Mountain.

A temporary rescue headquarters was simply set up.

Although this camp is simple, it is the nerve center of the entire rescue operation. All instructions are issued from here and all information is gathered here.

Yuan Gang stood in the command tent, his eyes looking through the gap in the tent at the pouring rain outside.

The raindrops were dense and powerful, hitting the tent with a dull sound. His face showed a trace of gloom, his brows were furrowed, and his heart was filled with worry about the progress of the rescue.

"How's the rescue team's progress now?"

Yuan Gang's voice was low and powerful, his eyes fixed on the map in front of him, which marked the current location and status of each rescue team.

An instructor quickly reported, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness:

"Captain! Except for Team 1, which hasn't reached its destination yet due to the long journey, everyone else has arrived at the corresponding disaster relief location and is carrying out rescue operations!"

His words revealed his concern for Team 1's situation.

Yuan Gang felt even more heavy-hearted. He knew that this rescue would not be easy because of the long journey and the rugged terrain.

Team 1 is responsible for the most remote and dangerous Village No. 1. They need to cross the entire Jinnan Mountains, and the difficulties and dangers along the way can be imagined.

He took a deep breath, his eyes firm:

"We must speed up the rescue process, as every minute may mean lives."

His voice revealed a sense of determination and urgency. He knew that as the commander-in-chief, he had to remain calm and make the most correct decision.

Yuan Gang turned around and ordered the signalman:

"Stay in touch with Team 1 and keep informed of their progress.

At the same time, notify the other teams to pay attention to safety and carry out efficient rescue." His words carried an unquestionable authority, and every word was full of power.

The signalman quickly responded: "Yes, Chief!" There was a firmness and determination in his voice, and then he quickly began to operate the equipment to ensure that the instructions could be accurately conveyed to each rescue team.

Yuan Gang looked at the map again, his heart filled with worry for all the rescuers, but he also knew that they were all well-trained soldiers who were capable of dealing with all kinds of difficulties and challenges.

He prayed silently, hoping that all the rescuers would return safely and that they could save more lives.

At this moment, Yuan Gang felt a strange change.

The sounds around him—the patter of raindrops hitting the tent, the tense and orderly footsteps of the soldiers, the roar of machinery in the distance—gradually faded until they disappeared completely.

The sudden silence made him feel uneasy, as if the whole world had been muted.

Not only did the sound disappear, but the entire camp vanished. The tents, equipment, soldiers, and the makeshift facilities they had erected for the rescue effort vanished.

Yuan Gang looked around and saw only an empty wasteland with no signs of life. This was no longer the world he was familiar with.

In the end, Yuan Gang was the only one left standing alone in this desolate land.

He was awakened from his thoughts, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

He frowned and looked around, trying to find any clues, any reason that could explain the scene before him.

Yuan Gang's brows were furrowed, and a hint of vigilance and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Yuan Gang's voice echoed in the empty wasteland. His eyes were like torches, scanning the surroundings, looking for the person who dared to make trouble in front of the Daxia soldiers.

His voice was full of military dignity and an inviolable aura:

"Who is it! How dare you cause trouble here where the Daxia soldiers are!" His words revealed an unquestionable authority.

"Wow! Instructor Yuan is so majestic!" A gentleman's figure appeared quietly, breaking the silence around.

He was wearing a tuxedo with an exquisite brooch on his chest. His clothes were meticulously arranged, and every detail revealed his elegance and dignity.

This man looked like a nobleman, his eyes full of pride and even condescension as he looked at Yuan Gang.

There was no sign of his appearance, as if he was a ghost from another world.

When he saw this person, Yuan Gang's face changed drastically.

"Blabbering!!!" There was a hint of shock and disbelief in his voice.

Yiyu is not an ordinary person. He is a true high-level official of the Church of the Ancient God, a real nightmare, a mind manipulator, one of the three oldest "gods" in the Church of the Ancient God, and also the creator of the believers' contract.

"It's you!"

Yuan Gang's pupils shrank sharply, and there was a hint of anger and vigilance in his voice.

Countless questions and guesses emerged in his mind...

"Could it be..." Yuan Gang thought of this bizarre earthquake and rainstorm disaster. His eyes were sharp and he stared at the whispering.

"You are the one who caused this natural disaster? Does the Ancient God Church really want to die?"

His voice was filled with anger and accusations. He knew that if all this was really done by the Ancient God Church, then their actions were undoubtedly challenging the bottom line of the entire Daxia.

Yuan Gang's body was tense, and his hand quietly reached for his weapon, ready to respond to any possible attack at any time.

He knew that facing an opponent like Yi Yu, any slackness could be fatal.

There was determination and resolve in his eyes. No matter how powerful the enemy was, he would defend the dignity and responsibility of the Daxia soldiers to the death.

Yuan Gang's expression quickly returned to calm from shock, his eyes firm, as if he could maintain calm judgment in the face of any challenge.

His voice was calm and powerful:

"Your targets are Zhang Yun and Lin Qiye!"

This sentence is not a question, but an affirmation.

He knew that Zhang Yun and Lin Qiye, as the best among the new recruits, would naturally attract the attention of those interested.

Yiyu's almond-shaped eyes rolled, a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes, and a smile bloomed on his face, like a blooming rose.

"You are worthy of being the leader! Your intelligence and talent are truly well-deserved!" There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he was appreciating Yuan Gang's sharpness.

Yi Yu had a smile on his face and his attitude was relaxed, as if the situation before him was completely under his control.

"Instructor Yuan! You can't even protect yourself now, so stop thinking about it!" There was a hint of provocation in his words, as if telling Yuan Gang that his fate was no longer in his own hands.

Yi Yu is like the most beautiful artist, and every movement he makes is full of elegance and confidence.

He moved his body and murmured softly, as if chanting an ancient spell.

"Lose yourself in my 'nightmare'!"

His voice was deep and charming, and every word was full of magic.

As the mumbling continued, the air around him seemed to begin to distort, and an invisible force began to spread around Yuan Gang.

This force was like a big net, trying to trap Yuan Gang and prevent him from escaping.