From Godhood to the Heavens

In the darkness of the night, a gray-white figure swayed through the streets, moving with lightning speed, flashing past in the shadows.

Two excessively strong sheriffs, with bellies larger than those of a nine-month pregnant woman, stepped out of their police car, holding donuts in their hands. The tires, relieved of pressure, instantly inflated, raising the car several centimeters in height.

“Perhaps we should go and take a look at the location where the report was filed,” a sheriff suggested.

Another person spoke up without hesitation: "Of course, but I think it wouldn't matter if there were fewer black people in this area!"

As for their horror stories, they were really childish, even more ridiculous than the usual reasons!

The two looked at each other, then burst into laughter, leaning against their vehicles and enjoying their meal.

A shadow gradually drew closer, enveloping both figures simultaneously. When they turned around, sensing something was wrong, they hadn't even had time to cry out.

The vampire drained all the yang energy from his body through his five orifices.

The vampire exhaled slightly, and the two figures swayed as they stood up again. A beam of light shot from their eyes and fell on the two of them. At the same time, the eyes of the two figures glowed red, as if they had received some kind of command.

They got into the car, turned around, and drove back to the police station. The journey was smooth and they soon returned to the lobby. Then, a virus-like infection spread.

The chaotic area where the vampire was located had long since become quiet, until the vampire flew into the air and let out a shriek.

Countless gray-white figures, like corpses that had been dead for an unknown period of time, staggered outwards and converged on the main street. Accompanied by the vampire's roar and the orders he gave, countless lower-ranking vampires began to surge into the city from all directions.

What had been a silent infiltration erupted at this moment, and chaos was fully unleashed. At the same time, the power of the dark energy began to shift towards the vampires.

Chaos erupted completely in the darkness of night, and if it weren't for Luo Hou's control, it could have created an even bigger scene.

Like a virus, it can become stronger by absorbing the yang energy of living people. As it develops in secret, the dark energy can even temporarily suppress the righteous energy.

Unfortunately, the ending was already predetermined; the vampires were merely pawns who drew back the curtain on the grand drama.

Fang Ping stood atop a tall building, watching the already restless city grow even more bustling.

Gunshots rang out like firecrackers, exploding in every corner of the city, vehicles collided, and flames began to burn.

As a staple of city life, the Black guys seized the rare opportunity to launch a new round of free shopping.

After all, although there are quite a few vampires, they are just a drop in the ocean when scattered throughout the city.

In the beginning, the actual damage caused was less than that caused by those with ulterior motives.

However, this thing is contagious; it spreads from one person to two, from two to four, even faster than a plague.

By the time those above realized what was happening, the original number of vampires had already increased more than tenfold.

After casually glancing around for a while, Fang Ping turned and left. It wasn't his turn to make his appearance yet; he had a few small things to do before that.

That means temporarily taking Dad and the others offline. Of course, it's only temporary; they can't die, otherwise, once the righteous energy shifts, some new troubles might arise.

At the very least, we need to give righteousness new options and gradually erode the weight of righteousness within them before it becomes less important.

Let the gaze of righteousness turn slightly to others, such as oneself.

Leave the task of getting them offline to the vampires; I need to do something else.

Those are the talismans from District 13. Under the Emperor's location, they have nowhere to hide. It's just a pity that the talismans temporarily stored there have not been collected yet.

Even including what I already have, it's only half.

His figure flew directly into the air, heading towards the supposedly safest District 13. The moment he landed, Fang Ping looked at the cars parked at the entrance and the damaged gate.

He couldn't help but frown and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

A video clip instantly appeared before his eyes. It was from just one minute ago. Four dark green figures covered in dense scales and with four dragon tails growing from their buttocks were instantly recognizable to Fang Ping.

The trio of useless individuals, plus the foul-mouthed Ah Fu, are just baffling. How could the stingy Holy Lord possibly waste his remaining magic power?

Fang Ping, of course, had no idea that it was precisely because he extracted magic power that he suddenly brought immense pressure to the Holy Lord, forcing him to resort to this desperate measure.

A little dragon-man walked downwards, but was soon blocked by a large steel gate. The magical artifact in his hand pointed directly at the path ahead, clearly indicating that what the Holy Lord wanted was behind him.

They exchanged a glance, then Afu clenched his fist, rubbed it hard, making a cracking sound, and said coldly, "Let me break it!"

"Why bother with all that effort?" Rasu said dismissively, looking at the door in front of him and suddenly opening his mouth.

A burst of flame shot out from its mouth, crashing into the steel door and causing a violent explosion. Moments later, a passage about the size of a person appeared before everyone's eyes!

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"I've become uglier, but I've also become stronger!"

The two people behind them spoke at the same time, glanced at each other, and followed without hesitation.

Ignoring the researchers who were fleeing in all directions, he looked at the stone pillar in the center, which was covered by a glass dome and had several talismans firmly attached to it.

"This is truly a difficult situation. Jackie Chan snatched them away from us, yet we couldn't properly protect them," Zhou said sarcastically.

"Alright, to avoid any unforeseen complications, take the talisman and go report to that statue. Then we still need to find the thief who stole the Holy Lord's magic power."

"Of course, he made us get scolded for no reason; he's such a bad thief!"

Afu shoved the three still-rambling guys aside, his gaze fixed on the ox talisman, and said coldly, "You guys are so long-winded!"

He smashed the glass cover with a punch and reached for the talisman on top, but his arm felt as if it were bound by an iron clamp, and he could no longer move it.

Fang Ping's figure slowly appeared, his gaze cold as he looked at everyone, and then calmly asked, "Why did you take my talisman?"

Also, I heard you wanted to see me!

He pulled out the four dragon head statues in his hand, and suddenly the other side also lit up with light, its eyes glowing red as it pointed at Fang Ping.

"Yay! Now I can complete two tasks at once!" Afen exclaimed happily.