"Did anyone tell me what the hell happened?"

"What's going on with those light columns! What is the Guard Division doing?"

“…”

At the same time, a huge uproar was caused on the Internet in Yueyong City.

Such a big noise, even the citizens who were already asleep were awakened.

They didn't dare to go out, so they could only hide in their rooms, communicate with people on the Internet, and vent their panic and uneasiness.

"A building next to my house was destroyed! Many people died!"

“It’s so scary…”

"Murder, the Guard Division is murdering!"

Because there are many people who were accidentally injured by the energy beam and there is no preparation in advance, people are panicked and huge dissatisfaction is aroused.

"Will it be a secret operation against which cult?"

"Secret, I don't even take our lives seriously!"

"Smile, my family, don't anyone think that their lives seem important to those people above, right?"

"There is only salty in my heart.jpg"

Whether it is on the earth in the past or in Yueyong City today, there are many sarcastic people on the Internet.

Even in such a crisis, they still maintain an entertaining and joking attitude.

Before disaster really hits the head, no one will think that they will be those poor unlucky guys.

Some people are victims of ghoul incidents.

"My wife suddenly couldn't wake up. What's going on? Waiting online, it's quite urgent."

"Maybe it was a way to kill someone in a dream."

At first, the reply was quite normal, but soon the topic was distorted into a strange direction.

"Sir, I suggest you change your wife here."

"No picture or truth."

"Come on some color pictures."

【Color Picture.jpg】

【Color Picture.jpg】

“…”

It is no exaggeration to say that a group of demons dance around the Internet.

Of course, many people also questioned the Guards' Department and asked them to give an explanation.

*******

Yi Shuang just woke up from her sleep not long ago.

She changed into a combat uniform and looked heroic, but her expression was ugly, and the clouds enveloped her pretty face and heart.

Because the outside world is unclear, she did not leave her bedroom for the time being, but called the personnel who managed the energy cannon to ask: "What the hell is going on?"

"Who used such a weapon without my approval?"

The members who received the call were all cold. He knew that if something big happened, no matter how he would remedy it, he would have to bear great responsibility afterwards.

He replied tremblingly, "We don't know either."

"The energy cannon is controlled by others without our knowledge."

"And, all the people we sent out were lost."

"Don't panic."

Yi Shuang frowned deeply to stabilize the other party's emotions: "A such a big action will inevitably leave traces."

"Query who unlocked the power supply permission."

The energy cannon is powerful, but in order to prevent it from being stolen, developers have set many restrictions when manufacturing.

The most important one is the energy supply of the energy cannon.

At least a position above the minister is required to have such authority.

‘But, who is it?’

Even though she didn't want to doubt the old guys who fought side by side, now...

‘And why, they didn’t contact me?’

Yi Shuang felt bad premonition in her heart. She first called Xia Bingxin's number, but received no response.

Next, Wen Tieniu, Zhao Duan, Miyoko Hayō... These are all B-level extraordinary people she is familiar with.

But without exception, there are only busy sounds that seem to be able to reach the end of time on the other end of the phone.

Every time a call was made, the female minister's heart sank a little.

If she guessed correctly, the target of the Light Column is these B-level extraordinary people.

Taking them as hunting targets is likely to be just the first step in chaos!

At this time, the phone number of the members of the operation just now came in.

"Check, checked!"

The other party's tone was still in disbelief: "It's... it's love..."

But as soon as he spit out a syllable, a "swish" sound came from the phone, like the sound of the trachea being split.

"Crunch...crunch..."

And then, there was a creepy chewing sound.

*******

Dream world.

In the huge underground cavity.

The ghoul priest raised his head, and his ugly face showed surprise: "The power has not returned yet?"

"Didn't it... die at the hands of that human?"

It subconsciously sneered: "Ha, how is that possible?"

"That's strength!"

The ghoul next to him also said, "Maybe he ate all that person, so he didn't dare to come back, right?"

The ghouls near this altar have almost the same intelligence level as that of ordinary humans. Most of them are descendants born from the intercourse between ghouls and humans.

Its birth method is equivalent to an evil and bloody ritual.

Use their mother body as the price of rituals to exchange for higher intelligence and stronger physique.

Therefore, we can communicate normally like people, not just wild beasts dominated by desire.

Yarman shook his head: "Although the power is greedy, he should not disobey my orders."

"You guys...here you take a look."

It was driving the ghouls around him to do things, and their words suddenly stopped.

Because, Yarman felt that the earth was trembling!

The rocks are trembling, the gravel is trembling, the air is trembling... Even their bodies are trembling!

In other words, everything in this dream is trembling abnormally.

This kind of tremor is not like just now, it is just a kind of vibration in matter, it is a wave transmitting, but a deeper and more original change.

"Trump" is just a form of expression.

Its essence is that their structure is brittle, becomes unstable, and loses some mysterious substance that supports their existence.

Yarman changed color suddenly, his facial features were twisted together, and he was terrifying: "Who dares to extract the power of the dream?"

It directly puts the matter of force and blood food behind it.

The importance of these two things is incomparable.

Anle's demolition operation seemed exaggerated and caused a lot of trouble, but in Yarman's opinion, it was not serious. It didn't matter how many low-level ghouls died, and the damage above was not harmful. As long as the main body of this underground city was well preserved, it wouldn't matter.

But now, what the other party did was to steal the power of the entire dream!

When all the power is stolen, this dream that has existed for a long time will completely disappear and be destroyed.

For example, the former is like digging some soil with a shovel in the garden and pulling two or three grass plants, while the latter is directly driving an excavator to push the house flat!

How could Yarmann not change his color after being shocked and angry?
To be continued...