Night of Despair-Chapter 427: Concentration 425 One

Below the city of Weilanser, drivers and passengers in the traffic, pedestrians on the sidewalks, shoppers in the malls, office workers in the buildings—all noticed at this very moment the incredibly bright and dazzling orb above them.

And in the next second, the orb suddenly split apart, scattering a multitude of silver filaments that streamed downwards.

A silver thread precisely struck each person’s head.

After the thread entered the body, there was no sensation, just a slight mysterious chill, and then it was all over.

"What is that!?"

Jiang Rong, holding a cup of coffee and shopping with her friend Winnie, suddenly stared up blankly at the sky filled with falling silver rain.

"Uh? A new type of light show?" Winnie speculated. "It looks so real."

"I’m afraid it’s not any kind of show, I guess..." In order to avoid the dangerous situation at home, and to evade the group of mysterious strangers nearby, Jiang Rong decisively moved again the very next day.

Moving, taking leave, accepting a close friend’s invitation to visit the Capital. Everything was just to stay away from the weirdness around her.

But... who would have thought that even in the Capital, the safest place in the country, she would encounter trouble.

"I think we’d better go home sooner," Jiang Rong suggested.

"I..."

Winnie had not yet replied when suddenly, the urgent and piercing sound of the air raid alarm echoed from the sky.

A large swarm of anti-air intercept missiles rose into the sky, heading towards the orb in mid-air.

"Futile struggle."

A cold, young male voice faintly came from the sky.

Following that,

Jiang Rong could vaguely make out that there were two figures floating in the sky, right below the orb.

One of them, a young man draped in a purple robe, merely moved his lips in the face of the incoming missiles.

Hiss!!

In an instant, a ring of translucent ripples spread out rapidly in all directions from him, swiftly enveloping the approaching missiles.

The next second, all the missiles exploded.

Boom!!

All hundreds of missiles detonated simultaneously, their sounds merged together to form a massive sonic shockwave, pressing downwards.

The glass on top of the buildings shattered in unison, several large billboards collapsed under the shock, crashing down, causing the crowd below to scatter and flee.

There would normally be screams, crash sounds.

But now, every sound in the world had vanished.

Jiang Rong and Winnie stood dumbfounded, watching this scene unfold in the sky, and before they could react, they were swept up by the surging crowd in front, rapidly moving in the opposite direction of before.

Not just them.

At this moment, inside the presidential conference room, a group of Fista’s high command was equally silent, staring at the monitor screens.

The last image frozen on the screen was of Yu Hong raising his hand to create the giant silver orb.

Everyone’s faces showed shock, and all reactions in their minds froze for a moment.

Faced with mysterious powers far beyond their comprehension, everyone had lost the ability to judge correctly, unsure of how to react.

That piercingly bright silver orb, almost covering half the Capital, hung like a second sun, thousands of meters above the city.

"My God...!"

Someone murmured in a trembling voice.

"They are no longer human! They must be aliens disguised as humans!"

"Where are the missile defense systems? The air defense network? Why is there no response!"

A number of high-ranking officials recovered and immediately started making external contacts to inquire about the situation.

But at that moment,

Suddenly, a deafening roar of anti-aircraft artillery and missile explosions came from above the conference hall.

Boom!!!

The conference hall shook violently.

People crouched down to find cover.

After a while, everything quieted down, and the president slowly crawled out from under the desk.

"Is it over?"

No one answered.

Most people continued to hide under cover, fearing a second wave of explosions.

"What was that just now?!" The Army Commander Bar asked with a trembling voice.

Again, no one answered.

The president slowly sat back in his office chair, opened a drawer, and shakily lit a cigarette for himself.

He did not expect the situation to escalate so quickly. The adversary had been on the road not long ago and had now arrived swiftly at Weilanser.

"Do we still have a chance to fight?" he asked quietly.

"Let’s negotiate. The power we just saw may have only been a warning to us," said the Director of CIA, rising to his feet with the help of two guards, his face pale, evidently just as frightened.

"It’s all Rania’s fault, it was his initial miscalculation of the basic policy towards them that led to all of this happening."

"Yes... then, let’s negotiate..." President Winnie fell silent, looking at the faces of the other high-ranking officials, anger and restraint mixed with a hint of fear, and finally nodded wearily.

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Just when a lightning attack occurred in Weilanser City and Yu Hong’s Spirit Light intensity began to rise rapidly again.

Far on the other side of the planet, in Bai Luote, the world’s second strongest nation.

Deep within a remote Gobi desert.

A sleek white transport plane slowly descended, gliding from midair, skidding along the temporary airfield runway for quite a while before gradually coming to a halt.

The Blood Energy Group’s armed staff and researchers, who had been waiting for some time, swiftly approached and surrounded the tail of the transport plane.

With the faint sound of air valves releasing.

The tailgate automatically lowered and unfolded, forming portable steps.

Inside the spacious transport hall, researchers clad in thick biohazard suits were pushing a large, all-black metallic coffin, sliding it down the steps.

"Thank you for your hard work, Supervisor Apson. This external mission was arduous and extremely dangerous, but luckily you completed it perfectly," said a man with a small black mustache among those who came to greet them, stepping forward to take over from the head of the exiting researchers.

"Director Wade, this time we successfully obtained the Perfect Blood progenitor, but the process was somewhat peculiar. Compared to the previous captures, this progenitor seems to possess rudimentary intelligence. She could understand our simple words and cooperated with us. I’m not sure what this implies, as I’m no researcher, but I think it should be recorded and passed on to you for reference."

"Rudimentary intelligence?" Wade stroked his mustache, "I understand. We will take note of it, though it may just be a basic animalistic instinctual response. Certain neural feedback mechanisms have nothing to do with intelligence; sometimes, they coincidentally overlap with intelligent responses."

"I don’t quite understand all that; anyway, the progenitor is now handed over to you. With that, my mission is complete," Apson said in a low voice.

"What about the two professors?"

"They’ve already headed back, rushed to the Research Institute with the samples as soon as they acquired them, saying they’ve made a major new discovery."

Wade stepped forward and circled around the coffin.

"Hm?" Suddenly, he noticed a thin trickle of blood seeping from the hinge at the coffin’s edge, slowly oozing outward.

Just then.

The lid of the coffin was abruptly flung open.

Hiss!

A slender arm with grayish skin shot out instantly, piercing through Wade’s thick protective suit, along with the bulletproof vest inside.

Aah!

He let out a wretched scream, trying to stagger backward.

But his body was hoisted up by a tremendous force, suspended in the air, and in the next second, his body started to deflate rapidly as if everything inside—bones, organs—melted into liquid and was entirely absorbed by the grayish arm.

Plop.

In the end, all that was left of Wade was a limp suit of skin connected to the clothes, which fell to the ground.

The next second, the skin suit re-inflated, and within two seconds, a slightly unfamiliar looking Wade stood by the side of the coffin again.

He twisted his neck and looked around.

The members of the Blood Energy Group Research Institute, who had come to greet them, had all been taken over by those who emerged from the transport plane, one by one.

A few who were frightened began to panic and run away, but were swiftly caught up to and turned into human skins.

Wade, now with a mouth splitting into a grotesque smile, bent down and lightly touched the ground.

Instantly, a spot of blood appeared out of thin air on the floor.

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The spot of blood expanded rapidly, twisting and bulging into an eerie, dark-red arched door with ancient patterns carved into it.

The door slowly opened, and thick, dark-red, foul-smelling blood gushed out from within.

Tap tap tap tap!

At that moment, a few soldiers who had just walked in near the airfield opened fire toward them in a frenzy.

In just a few seconds, the short bursts from seven or eight guns shot out such a dense stream of bullets that for a brief moment, it resembled the ferocity of a heavy machine gun.

"Go to hell! I knew something would go wrong! Sooner or later there’d be trouble! You bunch of egg-sucking bastards!" The leading guard yelled at the top of his lungs.

The bullets densely peppered Wade’s body, forcing him to retreat, riddling his body with a sieve-like array of holes as the blood quickly leaked out.

But soon enough, in just a few seconds, a yellowish-brown translucent gel rapidly grew over his body, which started to significantly dampen the impact of the bullets. And as time went on.

Two seconds later, his skin began to blacken, becoming significantly harder.

The bullets now could only make pit marks of varied sizes.

After another two seconds passed.

The bullets could no longer wound Wade, and continuous sparks were seen hitting his body without effect.

"My God...!" The shooters watched as Wade rapidly evolved, dumbstruck, and their arms holding the guns began to go limp.

"Run!!" Two of them pulled grenades from their belts, pulled the pins, and tossed them before turning to flee.

The others followed suit, throwing their grenades as well.

Boom boom!

The explosions swept through the space inside the aircraft cabin.

Wade was blown away on the spot, his body tossed like a ragdoll.

But the next second, he stood up again, his wounds rapidly healing. As the subsequent grenade explosions hit him, he was merely blown across the ground, quickly getting back on his feet.

By the fifth grenade explosion, he was able to stand upright, directly facing the blast of flames and shrapnel, with only minor wounds on his body.

At this rate, another round of grenade explosions and he would likely be completely immune to the damage from grenades.

But by then, the opportunity was already gone.

The fleeing men were caught by the others who chased them down, their bodies were devoured, their insides replaced with blood, and soon they became blood-regenerated beings, just like Wade.