sinovels Chapter 342 Atlantis
Chapter 342 Atlantis
Chapter 342 Atlantis (Part 8)
A squad of Sea Emperor security guards appeared at the prison gate.
The one leading the group was none other than the Sea Emperor's security captain whom Shirley had met before.
This is a demigod.
The Sea Emperor's security captain pointed his spear directly at Shirley, a cold smile playing on his lips: "By order of the Queen, Shirley, a mere mortal, is to be killed on the spot."
Shirley turned around: "Your Highness?"
The Sea Emperor's security captain said, "The mortal woman who came with you."
Xia Li suddenly realized.
That woman from the Seven Stars Group.
"Take it down!"
Several Sea Emperor security guards rushed towards Xia Li; each of them was a prefectural-level officer.
Not long ago, Shirley was at this level, and she could feel a clear sense of oppression from them.
But now—
Shirley took a deep breath.
My heart started pounding violently.
The flames of the Netherworld Fire spread along the blood vessels to the limbs and bones, burning in every meridian.
The next second, her eyes suddenly burst into black flames.
"ah""
A piercing scream shattered the silence of the cell.
Several local security guards were instantly engulfed by black flames, struggling, rolling, and roaring before turning into ashes.
Shirley turned her head, her cold gaze falling on the Sea Emperor's security captain.
The captain was shocked: "You—how did you become so strong?!"
He dared not be careless any longer, and pushed himself to the limit, letting out a fierce shout as he thrust his spear forward.
Shirley didn't move.
She was carefully sensing the changes within her body.
His heart was beating faster and faster, and the Netherworld Fire surged more and more intensely in his blood vessels.
A black rose pattern is slowly emerging from the depths of the heart, imprinted on that constantly pulsating organ.
At the same time, incredible changes have taken place throughout the Mariana Islands.
The American soldiers stationed on the beach outside Atlantis looked up at the sky in astonishment.
Lieutenant Hoshkin stepped out of the tent, frowned, looked at the sky, and muttered, "It's snowing?"
The Mariana Islands are summer all year round, so how could it possibly snow?
He squinted, trying to make out the snow, his pupils dilating: "Black—black snow?"
No, that's not right.
It's not snow.
. . . . . .
Those were black petals—a sky full of black rose petals, falling from the depths of the sky.
Hoshkin hesitated for a moment, then reached out and caught one.
The petals carried warmth, like a cluster of warm flames.
The moment it touched my palm, it burst into flames silently, turning into a wisp of black smoke and vanishing without leaving even ashes.
Fighter jets roared in from the direction of the United States over the Mariana Islands.
If even the Seven Star Group knew about Lieutenant Hoshkin's encounter with Baron Tulip, how could the U.S. headquarters not know?
They were ordered to take over Atlantis.
The drivers stared blankly ahead.
A black rain of petals was falling from the sky, eerie yet dazzling.
Black petals landed on the fighter jet's canopy and immediately turned into black smoke and dissipated.
"So beautiful————"
A driver muttered to himself.
Xia Kingdom, South China Sea, a girls' dormitory.
The raven crouched stealthily on the balcony, its back pressed tightly against the wall, its ears twitching incessantly.
Only when the sound of the showerhead came from the bathroom did Xie Ya get up quickly with a serious expression, rip off the black stockings hanging on the dry rack, and narrow his eyes: "Got it."
Suddenly, he abruptly turned his head to look into the distance, his face filled with astonishment: "A strange phenomenon? Something has become a god?"
Evil Raven frowned: "That's not right. There shouldn't be a supreme god in this era, let alone a supreme god bestowing godhood upon mortals."
Could it be that some high god passed on his divine position to a mortal?
That shouldn't be the case; there were only a few high-ranking gods, and they've all disappeared.
Suddenly, the crow remembered something and stared intently at the west, its gaze seeming to pierce through a thousand miles of space:
. . . . .
"Sir, Shirley, what are they doing?"
The capital city, the Bureau of Abnormalities, the director's office.
The new director, Ye Lin, was bent over his desk reviewing documents.
A knock came at the door.
"Enter."
The door was pushed open, and Li Mingyue walked in.
She was wearing the deputy director's uniform and holding a document in her hand.
The nearsightedness caused by Hela's Eye forced her to wear glasses, which ironically added to her intellectual air.
"Chief, this is my report on the unusual spread of the virus."
Li Mingyue placed the documents on the table, her tone professional and capable.
She has repeatedly suggested that unusual events be publicized to the public.
In any case, the South China Sea conflict can't be kept secret for much longer. Only when the public has a basic understanding of unusual events can they respond to emergencies...
So that you won't panic when something happens.
Ye Lin flipped through the report and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "The plan is very well done, Mingyue. You've made great progress."
A bitter smile appeared on Li Mingyue's lips.
Progress was made under duress.
The bureau is clearly grooming her to be the bureau chief. Ye Lin is in charge of the overall direction, while all the details are left to her.
In addition, she also manages the investigators department.
His workload was much greater than Ye Lin's.
Moreover, she did not want to let down Cao Ye, who had already died in the line of duty.
Suddenly, Li Mingyue frowned and looked up towards the west.
A single, glistening tear uncontrollably rolled down her left eye.
Ye Lin noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"
Li Mingyue shook her head blankly.
She could sense strange energy fluctuations in the west, but couldn't quite put her finger on what they were.
At that moment, Hela's ethereal voice echoed in her mind: "A mortal has become a god."
Li Mingyue was horrified, but her face remained expressionless.
As the head of the Anomaly Management Bureau, one must not be emotional.
She lowered her voice: "A mortal has become a god."
Ye Lin tightened his grip on the materials.
After a long silence, he sighed, "This plan—let's implement it as soon as possible."
. . . . .
South China Sea, Shentai Biotechnology Company, underground laboratory.
Liu Weiqian spends almost 24 hours a day in the laboratory.
rest?
No need.
He can use bacteriology and immunology to keep himself perpetually alert and tireless.
He was covered in sweat, and his eyes, fixed on the microscope, were filled with anxiety.
The experiment has hit a bottleneck; only by exploring the deeper secrets of the divine bacteria can a breakthrough be achieved.
But that divine bacterium seemed to have its own consciousness, only willing to give him trivial scraps, while the true origin and secrets were locked away, like a seasoned lover toying with an innocent young man.
Suddenly, the divine bacteria began to tremble violently, its shape constantly changing, as if it had encountered something that excited it greatly.
Liu Weiqian seized this fleeting moment, quickly dripped in the special medicine, and recorded every slight change.
He almost held his breath to complete this series of operations.
it is finally over.
He slumped in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face.
And that divine bacterium was still trembling excitedly.
Liu Weiqian murmured, "What exactly happened to make you so excited?"
The humidity hasn't changed, the temperature hasn't changed, and the dosage of the medicine hasn't changed either. What could be the problem...?
, Nanjiang, Tianming City, Anshan Temple.
The old abbot sat cross-legged in the main hall.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, growing louder as they approached.
He did not open his eyes, nor was he disturbed by the chaotic noise.
Someone stopped behind them and shouted in a childish, excited voice, "The snow has stopped!"
The old abbot recognized the voice—it belonged to a newly accepted young disciple.
He slowly said, "Go and help your senior brothers sweep the snow."
. . . . . .
He paused, then continued, "Don't forget to wipe the snow off that peach tree and light an incense stick."
The little monk ran out again, passing through one grand hall after another, until he reached the peach tree outside the classroom.
He loves this peach tree the most.
My fellow disciples told me that this was something our master carried back from outside and replanted.
When it was first planted, it looked lifeless, and everyone said it wouldn't survive. But the master took meticulous care of it every day and even burned incense for it.
A miracle occurred: the peach tree not only came back to life, but also continued to grow, blooming all year round, regardless of winter or spring.
Every day during class, you can always see the peach tree swaying its branches, as if it's keeping them company while they listen to the lecture.
Pilgrims all say that this peach tree has a spirit.
A mother tied a red string to a branch to pray for her sick son.
Young couples made wishes to grow old together in front of the tree and tied love knots on the branches.
The little monk rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the snow off the big peach tree, his little face turning red from the cold.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, a clear and gentle female voice sounded behind him: "On behalf of my husband, I thank the young master."
The little monk was stunned.
He slowly turned around and looked at the big peach tree. His eyes widened as he watched the peach tree grow into plump, red peaches at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He turned and ran towards the main hall, telling the old abbot about it incoherently.
The old abbot simply responded with a curt "I see."
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