Mystery Makes Me Strong

While Zhang Meng and everyone were fighting, suddenly, he felt something strange.

There seems to be some special power coming in.

He could sense, intuitively, that his upper limit of power was increasing.

The super physique has evolved again.

Moreover, many of the powers he had previously mastered began to strengthen.

He looked up into the distance and quickly flew towards the direction where the power appeared.

Then he came to a big city.

Finally he saw something.

In the heart of this metropolis, there is a CBD center.

He saw cracks slowly opening in the void, like a giant eye that had been sleeping for a long time, slowly opening.

He frowned immediately.

Who did it?

His first reaction was that the people behind the scenes were impatient...

Then he thought, no, the people behind the scenes don't have such great ability.

Otherwise, there is no need to let the world turn into a battlefield world.

Could it be that the gods took action?

He saw the neon lights of the city below, twisting and deforming at the edges of the cracks, as if even the light was being swallowed.

People who were enjoying normal life stopped in horror.

They stared at the incredible sight until the first screams pierced the night sky.

The devil has arrived!

Zhang Meng saw with his own eyes that demons one after another poured out of the cracks like a tide.

They have different shapes, some have bat wings, some drag long tails, and some are like a black mist that constantly changes shape.

They still have the same characteristics, that is, their eyes are shining with bloodthirsty red light, and their mouths are wearing a cruel smile.

They seem to laugh at human ignorance and fragility.

The first demon stepped out of the crack, and its feet stepped on the hard asphalt road, making a "click" sound, which was the sound of the road cracking.

It looked around, then let out a deafening roar announcing its arrival.

"Hahaha, what a delicious world!"

"This is all my food!"

Following this roar, more demons followed, hovering in the air and running on the ground, destroying everything in sight unscrupulously.

A raging massacre and devouring began.

Demons start wreaking havoc in the city.

Their destructive power was so great that tall buildings collapsed under their impact.

The car was thrown into the air like a toy.

People screamed and fled, but the demons were faster.

They are like lions and wild dogs that enter the flock of sheep.

They chase, hunt, and enjoy this feast of killing.

A demon grabbed a fleeing man, its claws penetrated the man's body easily, then raised it high and tore him in half.

Blood and entrails were scattered all over the floor, and the demon roared with satisfaction.

Other demons were not to be outdone. They burned the streets with fire, froze the rivers with ice, and covered the sky with poisonous fog. The whole city fell into apocalyptic panic.

Zhang Meng now looked at his former confidants who were chasing him.

"Hmph, look, this is what you want to open your eyes!"

"This is the real world you want!"

"They're coming!"

"Embrace your truth!"

"You all want to open a channel to the outside world. Now God has opened it for you. It's your turn to enjoy it!"

He laughed at these betrayers as if to vent his anger.

The former confidants were all stunned.

"This, this is not true!"

"Did you do this?"

"We don't want such an external channel! What we need is a harmless outside world." Someone couldn't help but said.

Zhang Meng laughed.

"How stupid, you are not even as good as the ancient people who traveled to the states in canoes a million years ago to survive!"

"At least they know that after they go there, everyone has their own destiny."

And at this time.

Despair and counterattack began.

Not everyone chose to flee.

The city's men, who were on guard duty, tried to fight back.

Vigilantes, security guards, and even brave ordinary citizens took up arms.

Although their bullets and weapons are nothing more than a tickle to the demon.

But seeing this scene, Zhang Meng stopped smiling.

He can laugh at the guys at the top, but he should not laugh at the people at the middle and lower levels who are working hard to survive.

Because they don't have so many messy ideas.

He carefully recalled that the previous correction of Battlefield World was not for a few bosses and chairman of the board.

But for those brothers who struggled and died on the battlefield!

Although there were many superficial brothers who betrayed him, there were also a few brothers who saved him and told him the truth...

At this time, these people began to struggle for survival again.

Zhang Meng shouted at the stunned former henchmen: "Destroy them quickly!"

…

At this time, the demons laugh at the powerlessness of humans. Their bodies are almost impossible to destroy, and each attack only makes them stronger.

Just when despair was about to envelope the entire city, Zhang Meng and many aircraft arrived.

Zhang Meng pulled out a titanium alloy sword, and the light emitted from the sword was actually able to harm the devil.

The demons were terrified.

They rushed forward one after another, trying to stop Zhang Meng.

But there seemed to be an invisible barrier around Zhang Meng, protecting him from harm.

He continued to hack and kill the demons everywhere, the noise became louder and louder, and the light became brighter and brighter.

At this time, other aircraft also began to launch missiles at the demons, attracting them away.

Lead them to the suburbs and the desert.

Although the demons would not be hurt, they felt cumbersome.

So many were attracted away.

...

At the same time.

The secret control room of the intelligent system.

A huge screen in front of him showed the real-time image of the channel between the city and the outside world.

A virtual person, "Hongjun" in this world, hugged his hands in front of his chest, frowned, and looked like a torch.

When it saw the hideous demons on the screen swarming out of the channel and ravaging their once peaceful city, a sneer appeared at the corner of its mouth.

In this sneer, there is both contempt for those who act on their own and helplessness for the impending disaster.

It had long warned those top managers in the system that the outside world is not a good place.

Opening the channel rashly will only bring disaster.

It is better to live in this closed urban world with peace of mind.

However, those people were blinded by greed and curiosity and kept pushing this plan.

Although it didn't know how the channel was opened.

At least it knew that it was difficult to open from the inside out.

And now, they finally tasted the bitter fruit they had sown.

Its eyes turned to the emergency button on the console.

That was the last resort to close the channel.

Its hand stroked the edge of the button, but did not press it immediately.

It wanted to teach these people a lesson.

Once pressed, the demons that had entered the city would not be able to return.

They would stay in this world forever and become the eternal nightmare of mankind.

These alien lives are difficult to be eliminated.

They will be reborn continuously.

Only when they have consumed all their power will they be eliminated.

"A bunch of idiots, they deserve it."

...

At the same time.

In the corridor outside the control room, a group of people hurried over.

They are very few people who know the details of the intelligent system.

They are all secrets passed down from generation to generation.

They know the existence of "Hongjun" and know how to close the external channel.

But at this moment, everyone is panicking.

They found that the secret control room was closed.

"Hongjun" didn't want to see them.

Some of them tried to operate the emergency door opening program.

They typed quickly on the keyboard with trembling hands.

But code errors and system warnings came one after another, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

"This is impossible, I checked countless times, the door can be opened!" A young programmer shouted desperately.

He inherited the epic code of his grandfather, but it didn't work at this time.

There was only one reason, "Hongjun" woke up and refused to execute the code.

"Damn, in front of these monsters, our defense is a joke!"

"The door must be opened immediately to close the void channel!"

A middle-aged man in a suit roared, his eyes full of regret and fear.

He is also a member of the open world advocate.

He was aware of the opening of the channel from the beginning, after all, the information notification of the intelligent system is in microseconds.

He was a little happy at first.

But soon regretted it.

Everyone began to blame each other, with crying in their voices, and some people even knelt on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, unable to accept the reality in front of them.

"It's over, the void channel can't be closed!"

"Many people will die!"

"Hundreds of thousands of people will die every second!"

"Hongjun" was in the control room, watching the panic of these people through the screen, and a trace of ridicule surged in his heart.

Although it is not a real person, it has the emotions of a real person.

This is exactly what the makers did not expect back then.

It originally had no emotions, so it could keep issuing tasks.

Now that it has emotions, it will naturally not do that.

It will only issue tasks when it is in a good mood.

When it is in a bad mood, it will do whatever it wants.

So Zhang Meng and others have room to operate.

And these people, in his eyes, are like Ye Gong in the ancient fable. Their love for dragons on weekdays is just Ye Gong's love for dragons. Once the real dragon comes, they are terrified and at a loss.

After watching for a while, "Hongjun" still softened his heart.

After all, it is not a real Taoist saint.

It sighed softly.

This may be the nature of human beings, always curious about the unknown until they are swallowed by their own curiosity.

It finally pressed the emergency button.

The void channel on the screen slowly closed.

But the demons that had entered the city began to destroy more frantically.

"Oh no, the passage is going to be closed!"

"Eat more, eat more to last longer!"

"Yes, eat quickly!"

...

At the same time.

The demons began to attack everywhere.

The residents of the city took up weapons and tried to resist these demons.

However, they soon found that these monsters were much stronger than they imagined.

Bullets were just tickles to them, and attack methods such as fire and freezing could not cause substantial damage.

People began to panic and began to run away, but the demons followed closely behind, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

A young mother held her child, tears blurring her vision. She ran desperately, but the demon behind her was getting closer and closer.

She could feel the cold breath, and she knew that she could not run away.

At this time, Zhang Meng appeared. He killed the demon with a knife and sent the family into the air-raid shelter.

Not long after, the void passage slowly closed in a dazzling light.

The urban world was once again isolated from the outer world full of demons.

People began to cheer.

The demons immediately decreased.

They chose to lie dormant.

Because the power was cut off.

It was only a short while before the cheers gradually subsided.

Instead, there was a deep uneasiness and contemplation.

At this time, "Hongjun" slowly walked out of the crowd.

His steps were steady, and his eyes revealed a vicissitude beyond his age.

His current image is that of an old man with white hair and traces of time on his face, but his back is still straight.

Like an ancient pine tree that has experienced wind and frost but still stands tall.

He was wearing a gray robe and holding a cane that emitted a faint glow.

In Zhang Meng's opinion, isn't this old Gandalf?

The old man looked around and his eyes finally fell on Zhang Meng.

He nodded slightly, as if to pay respect to Zhang Meng, the supermodel.

The old man coughed lightly and cleared his throat. Although his voice was hoarse, it carried a majesty that could not be ignored: "Everyone, I am the controller of the intelligent system."

"I want to tell you that this world has experienced similar things."

His words gradually calmed the surrounding noise, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

"Hongjun" slowly told his story.

"A long time ago, our ancestors opened the door to an unknown world."

"They thought it was full of opportunities and wealth, but they never expected that it was a world full of malice and danger."

He paused, as if recalling those painful past events.

"We paid a heavy price to close the door again. Today, everything seems to be repeating itself."

"I tried to stop you, but you didn't listen."

"Hongjun" flashed a trace of sadness in his eyes.

This is of course the result of its program operation.

It is very cold-hearted at this time.

There are feelings, but not many.

It looked at the crowd around it and continued, "It turns out that most people still covet the gentle closed world."

"We are afraid of the unknown, afraid of change, and afraid of losing everything we are familiar with."

His words hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

People began to reflect and began to realize their short-sightedness and greed.

"Hongjun" sighed and continued, "We are always eager to explore and conquer, but often neglect to protect the peace and tranquility we already have."

"Today, you have learned a lesson again. I hope you can really learn from it this time."

There were whispers in the crowd. Some people lowered their heads in shame, while others clenched their fists, determined not to let similar things happen again.

Zhang Meng stood quietly aside, listening to "Hongjun's" words.

A wave of emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that "Hongjun's" words were right.

However, this effect would only last for a few hundred years at most.

People would forget the lesson again.