Midnight, 12 am.

Ling Pingan looked at the time on his phone that finally jumped to 12 am.

He smiled.

It was extremely brilliant!

"Cross Slope!" He looked at the other side of the river, where the green lights were still faintly discernible among the trees, and issued his own declaration, "I'm coming!"

At this moment, he remembered the famous words of Caesar, who had the same status as the first emperor of Qin in the history of land of Qin, "I came, I saw, I conquered!"

And deep in his heart, a mocking thought was quietly flowing.

"Conquer?"

"Conquer the fungus that the termites raise in their own nests?"

"Boring!"

This thought flashed through his mind, but Ling Pingan did not notice it at all.

He hugged his cat, stood up, hummed the song, and slowly walked to the other side of the river.

The song echoed over the surface of the river.

However, the song slowly went out of tune.

Yet he did not notice it at all. Instead, Ling Pingan sang even more happily.

"Life is to prove the traces of my existence..."

"Fire, a more perfect life after burning!"

"Kill, to sing of the magnificence before the destruction..."

"Night, whose eyes are those?"

"Alone, waiting for the dawn..."

Shadows could be seen everywhere. Under the moonlight, the river water and countless monster shadows crowded in the narrow river channel.

They were intoxicated as they listened to the tune-changing song that reverberated in the air.

When these mortals listened to the song, their eardrums would be torn apart, and they might even face a mental breakdown.

If the extraordinaires heard it, they would immediately become deformed, turning into pools of monsters without intelligence, reason, and thinking. They would only have the instinct to eat and reproduce.

The stronger the psionic sense, the more severe the consequences would be.

However, in the ears of these monsters, these strange out-of-tune sounds were extremely unpleasant. It made their eardrums swell, and the tentacles on their bodies burst and exploded one by one. Countless pieces of flesh and blood rolled up, and countless voices of the evil eye crawled out.

Despite this, it was comparable to the most beautiful voice in the world.

It was to the extent that even if their bodies exploded, even if their bodies were destroyed, or even if their souls were torn into hundreds of pieces.

But...

They were still intoxicated.

They were even fighting each other for a better position.

In the dark side of the void, outside that space-time continuum.

Countless tentacles collided, and countless psionic powers exploded.

Even the void rippled because of it.

Layers of ripples spread out on the timelines.

They stirred up countless worlds.

The cat in Ling Pingan's arms was shivering.

Even though it actually had protection and these terrifying songs would not harm it.

But it was still extremely afraid, tightly guarding its mind.

Yet it did not dare to not listen.

Fortunately, Ling Pingan walked past the dam, and he finally stopped singing.

The monster's shadow reflected in the river disappeared without a trace, leaving behind countless broken tentacles, broken flesh, and deformed bones in countless dark sides of space-time and void.

There were even some dark side of void and space-time crevices.

There were also terrifying monsters that remained there forever.

Their huge bodies stretched for an unknown number of kilometers.

On their rugged bodies, countless maggots wriggled.

The old God had died, and the new God would live.

It could be ten thousand years, or it could be a hundred thousand years.

On the bodies of these monsters, even more deformed and terrifying monsters that were closer to the nature of the universe would be born.

They would be called the things of the old rulers.

Ling Pingan, however, knew nothing.

His feet stepped on the ground on the riverbank.

The sand on the riverbank was very hard.

In the distant forest, there were shadows, as if there was something there.

His smile was incomparably brilliant.

"This place should have entered the boundary of the cross slope, right?"

"Well," he said, "the ghosts of the cross slope, your grandfather is here!"

"Tonight, the light of materialism will shine on the cross slope!"

"All ghosts and monsters will be exposed to the truth of Science!"

... ... ..

Zhang Hui looked at the image captured by the rotary-wing drone from three kilometers away.

That person stood up, carried his pet, and walked to the other side of the river.

The time was exactly 12 am.

"He's so punctual!" Zhang Hui sighed.

He felt that this might be the logic of that person's actions.

Or it could be said that he set the rules for himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to ask. Otherwise, he would more or less know some of his habits and taboos.

At this time, the phone rang.

Zhang Hui picked it up, his eyes still looking at the screen.

"This is Zhang Hui..."

"Have you detected the large-scale reaction of the Yan Sheng Sect's magic art?" He laughed. "Where is it?"

"Cross slope?"

Zhang Hui's lips curled up slightly.

He looked at the screen. "Is this also in your calculations?"

Zhang Hui's eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of admiration and respect.

Yan Sheng Sect had suddenly activated the large-scale magic art.

This was their final trump card.

Once activated, they would be located. Once they were located, what awaited them would be the pursuit of the commander-in-chief!

Wouldn't it be courting death for a rat to run out of the sewer and into a cat's room?

Therefore, they had to make sufficient preparations before they took action.

This was to prevent the Federal Empire's psionic power warning system and early warning system from being able to predict the future.

The moment the magic art was activated, it had to be completed.

Only then would they have enough time to complete the mission and retreat.

However, this wasn't important.

What was important was..

"There really is a mole among us!" Zhang Hui thought as the intent to kill flashed in his eyes.

Then, a second thought emerged. "No matter how cunning you are, you will still end up obediently falling into the trap in the end!"

Zhang Hui knew that the activation of the magic art was a diversion.

It was also a way to distract.

The intention was to transfer the remaining power of the Blackguard away from the Lu Ming Villa when the commander-in-chief was not in the capital.

This was to facilitate their conspiracy.

After all, after the commander-in-chief left the capital.

The capital's transcendent defense was greatly reduced.

The Blackguard had too many places to protect.

The Imperial Palace, the Zhou and Yan buildings of the Council of Ministers.

The National Strategic Command Center, the Federal Empire's Sky Command Center, the Strategic Nuclear Weapons Command Center, and so on all needed at least one general to oversee them.

The main residential and commercial areas of the imperial capital also needed a large amount of strength.

Therefore, if there was a police presence at the crossroads slope.

The only mobile strength that could be transferred was to protect the person staying at Lu Ming Villa and the two retired old generals.

Once he was transferred, Lu Ming Villa would reveal its weakness.

Unfortunately..

The traps were too clever and ended up harming your life.

If it was in the past, even if he knew it was a trap, he would still have to jump in.

After all, the cross slope was very important.

Once it was lost, the imperial capital might have to be given up.

He had to give up!

During the chaos of the feathered fox, the great demon that broke the seal, the feathered fox, set off the night of a hundred demons.

At that time, the Prime Minister of Fu Sang's Cabinet rejected the application of the transcendent being to evacuate all the civilians of Osaka due to his concern for the economy and finances.

In the end, the demons rampaged through Osaka and caused the largest demon disaster in the world since the recovery of the spirit aura!

Eventually, it looked like Osaka seemed to have suffered a magnitude-8 earthquake.

Tens of thousands of civilians died.

The economic losses were even more immeasurable!

The people were gone, and so was the money.

But now, whether this Yan Sheng Sect was a diversion or a desperate gamble,.

They were all walking right into the trap.

In front of that person..

These guys were like ants that jumped into a pot of oil.