2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The roar was deafening, and black smoke covered half of the sky. Countless rocks burning with flames flew out from it, creating dense potholes on the already cracked streets.

Yan Yiming, who was standing in mid-air, waved his hand gently, and the thick black smoke parted from the middle, revealing the giant thing covered below.

The Molten Lord was still lying on the ground, and the invisible gravity field did not weaken even half a bit from beginning to end, firmly suppressing him in place.

One of its horns has been broken, its cross-section is smooth, and golden liquid is constantly flowing out of it. But compared to the trauma suffered elsewhere in the body, this is probably the least important.

Several deep marks appeared on Lord Molten's back, as if a towering giant was chopping it with a steel axe. The dark rock armor shattered, the red body was cut open, and a large amount of golden blood flowed from these scars. It spurted out and fell to the ground like a waterfall, igniting a raging fire.

Its arm, which was like a giant black tower, was cut open by two haloes, revealing the black and gray bones inside. The red arm under the right armpit was almost completely broken off, with only a layer of skin barely sticking together.

Halo's ability [Halo] is recognized as the strongest offensive ability by the Menxia City Special Branch. Now that he has severely damaged the king-level alien species with not weak defensive capabilities in one attack, he has undoubtedly confirmed this title.

But the question now is, although the Molten Lord has been successfully severely injured, it is still far from killing it. Why haven't the follow-up attacks from other members of the Shanlan team arrived yet?

Yan Yiming frowned slightly and held the headset with one hand: "What happened?"

He waited for a moment, but did not hear any response. There was only a faint rustle of electricity in his ears.

With the comprehensive quality of the Shanlan team, it is impossible for everything to happen at the same time, and it is even impossible to remind teammates.

At present, it seems that the communication has been cut off by some unknown means.

Yan Yiming sighed, slowly raised his eyelids, and looked down at the Molten Lord who was struggling and roaring crazily.

...

A few hundred meters away, on the rooftop of a residential building.

"Hey, these are the people who came to kill me." Hao Huan squatted on the ground, sniffed, and smelled a strong aroma of barbecue, but the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

He craned his neck and looked into the corridor, only to see many pitch-black charred corpses strewn about inside.

"I guess they wanted to sneak attack while you were weak after releasing your ability, but they didn't expect me to be here." The only figure standing in the corridor was a petite woman with an ordinary face but full of heroic spirit, with neat short hair.

Halo grinned: "Every time I see you take action, it scares me. How can a girl have such violent powers?"

The woman glanced sideways at him: "How dare you call me violent."

"Blue flame, blue flame, blue flame. Not only is this thing very hot, it's almost invisible under sufficient light. Tsk tsk tsk..." As if the halo didn't hear her words, it smacked its lips and shook. head.

"Communication is broken." Lan Yan noticed something strange and frowned slightly.

"Huh? Who can quietly cut off the internal communications of the Special Branch?" Guanghuan subconsciously wanted to question, but in the end his voice became smaller and smaller.

At this moment, explosions and intensive gunshots were heard in the distance, as if hundreds of people were exchanging fire.

"In that direction...magazine!?" Halo stood up straight.

Lan Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, turned and walked towards the corridor: "It seems that something happened to him. It's very troublesome to have no communication now, and I don't know the specific situation. Let's go to the Yan Bureau first. After all, Rong The Demon Lord has not been dealt with yet.”

She didn't hear the other party's response and turned her head impatiently: "Halo, you..."

The next moment, Lan Yan's voice stopped abruptly.

At the entrance of the corridor, Hao Huan's body was stretched straight. A bloody palm protruded from his chest, holding a heart that was still beating slowly.

His mouth was tightly covered by big dark blue hands, and his eyes protruded outward like goldfish, staring in the direction of Lan Yan, with one hand raised in the air.

In his final moments, he thought of reminding his teammates.

"Halo!!" Lan Yan let out a piercing scream, his whole body suddenly ignited with dark blue flames, and he rushed forward like crazy.

The blood-colored and dark cyan hands disappeared, and Hao Huan's body swayed forward, eventually falling onto a charred corpse.

Lan Yan's figure froze in place because he no longer had a target.

At this time, she was completely naked, and her fireproof combat uniform turned into ashes in an instant.

There are no signs, no soundtrack, no slow motion, and no tragic or sensational last words.

Reality is never a TV show, and death never comes with a polite knock on the door.

Lan Yan just stood there, motionless, just maintaining the flames on her body, because she didn't know if the superpower who killed Halo had left.

The process of releasing the ability of the halo is almost invincible. The extremely destructive red ring wraps his body and no one can get close. But when those red rings left, he was at his weakest.

Both his will and physiology are almost the same as those of ordinary people who are tired.

My mission is to protect him. It's obviously so simple, why is it like this?

There were no tears, because they had evaporated the moment they overflowed the eyes.

...

There was a huge roar outside, which could be clearly heard even in a building with good sound insulation.

Ning Yuansi's eyebrows twitched and murmured to himself: "Halo has taken action. I really want to be there to see it. This guy brags about how powerful he is every day. I haven't seen him take action a few times."

Although he was murmuring in silence, he did not delay the movement of his hands at all. The gentle wind was already blowing along the corridors and corridors into every household in this building.

However, just when the investigation was about to be completed, a strange noise suddenly came from behind the door of a room not far away.

Ning Yuansi, who was unprepared, shuddered and acted a little funny.

"Fortunately no one saw..."

He licked his dry lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

What could it be? Did you forget to turn off the child's toy, or did the automatic sweeper start working at the right time?

"Bang." There was another soft sound, as if something hit the door, exactly the same as the sound just now.

Ning Yuansi was very sure that there was no one in that room, because he immediately checked his surroundings when he first entered the building. If there was anyone there, there was no way he could avoid Feng's search.

"Senior?" When encountering an emergency, he subconsciously called out to the person he trusted most, but he didn't receive a response for a long time.

"Senior?" Still no response.

No matter how slow Ning Yuansi was, he realized at this moment that the communication within the team had been inexplicably cut off.

"Bang." There was another soft sound from behind the door.

Ning Yuansi swallowed, now it seemed that he could only rely on himself.

He controlled the wind and got into the room through the crack in the door, but found nothing. It was as if there was a black hole behind the door, and nothing could escape as long as it entered.

"Why didn't I notice it at first..." Ning Yuansi thought silently in her mind, while her figure slowly floated up and silently came to the door.

Even if the communication is cut off, all members of the Shanlan team should be completing their tasks conscientiously at this time. Even if there is no senior who has been taking care of him, as the commissioner of the General Bureau of Special Affairs, he must still fulfill his duties and complete his tasks.

Since the wind cannot bring me the information I want, I will just use these eyes to see.

Ning Yuansi knew that there must be something strange and possibly fatal in this room. But he couldn't back down, because no one knew whether what was inside would threaten the entire plan to kill King Zhong.

By then, not only him, but Yan Bureau, other team members, and even the future of this city may be affected.