“Hahahahaha!
Our God!
Our faith!
What we worship!
It finally looks the way it should!
And you, my child, you will become the Mother of God, just like the Virgin Mary who gave birth to Jesus Christ!
We will kill all infidels!
Use their blood, lives and souls to reshape this dirty and fallen world!
Praise the great God of Darkness!
This city is our first sacrifice to you!
Please kill as much as you like! Devour!
Let the world know that the old gods are dead and new gods have been born!
Only devout believers are qualified to survive and reproduce in the new world!
Accompanied by almost crazy shouts, a fifty-year-old white man wearing a black medieval robe and holding a body made of human spine with a skull on top was kneeling in front of a giant tree made of corpses.
A creepy smile appeared on his face.
In front of him was a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing only a white nightgown stained with blood, sitting under the giant tree of corpses, curled up in a ball, crying and shaking.
Because less than half a meter away from it, a shadow shrouded in black mist was standing there, constantly making sharp laughter like "hee hee hee", and from time to time he would also say something like "Mom"
's whisper.
Judging from the very similar appearance, this girl obviously has a very close blood relationship with the cult leader, and may even be father and daughter.
There is no doubt that from the mental state, it is not difficult to see that this is a real madman, not the kind of scum who simply makes money and satisfies his selfish desires in the name of religion.
Sudden!
The girl huddled under the giant corpse tree began to vomit dark red blood from her mouth uncontrollably, and bugs with human faces could be vaguely seen in the blood.
When the cursed creature standing nearby saw this scene, it immediately rushed forward, grabbed all the soul worms, and stuffed them into its mouth as hard as it could.
The evil aura it emits becomes stronger every time it is swallowed, and at the same time, the huge circular black curtain shrouding the city center begins to expand rapidly.
All people who are sucked in will go crazy in just a few seconds or be killed by the sudden appearance of the black shadow.
Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already teamed up with the local police to evacuate most of the surrounding civilians, otherwise this expansion alone might have resulted in tens of thousands of deaths.
At this moment, countless twisted souls mixed with strong emotions have begun to distort the space, completely isolating the area shrouded in black fog from the outside world.
The most typical feature is that all electrical appliances begin to malfunction, lights, computers, mobile phones, and TVs all go out, and radio communications are completely interrupted.
No one knows what happened inside.
The only thing that can be seen from the outside is the dense black fog that cannot be penetrated no matter what technological means are used.
"How about, no word yet on our drones and agents?"
Hawkeye, who was standing about five hundred meters away from the city, asked with a solemn expression.
The young woman who was playing with the drone control equipment on the side smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No, to be precise, they all disappeared from the moment they entered the fog.
Especially drones have built-in automatic return procedures.
Once the signal with the control end is lost, it will fly out immediately under normal circumstances.
But now it has been a full hour and there is still no movement, which can only mean that it has either been destroyed or has been cut off in space.
If nothing else happens, there should be no living people inside the entire black mist."
"Damn it! What about the support? Why hasn't our support arrived yet?" Hawkeye asked with a frown.
Although due to the suddenness of the incident and the extremely chaotic situation, it is still not possible to confirm how many people inside were unable to escape when the massacre occurred.
But what is certain is that there must be thousands or even tens of thousands of people.
You know, this is the United States!
Not the chaotic Middle East, nor the countries in Africa that have been in a state of war for many years.
Even the number of gun deaths in the so-called "300 Million Shootout Dream" and "National Chicken Contest" is only about 120 people a day on average.
Of course, this is only the recorded part.
If the unrecorded portion is included, it may be doubled to more than 200 people.
This means that once the number of casualties is confirmed and reported by major media, it is estimated that a series of senior officials such as the current president, secretary of state, and defense minister will be impeached and removed from office, and there will be no chance of it happening.
This is why they did not hesitate at all when they decided to carry out nuclear bombing of the mainland.
Anyway, things have gotten so bad that they can't get any worse. I will definitely take the blame and step down afterwards. At the very least, I will completely clean up the consequences and ensure that the interests of the capital consortium behind him will not be damaged as a result.
"Here it comes! Support is here!"
Another female agent in charge of liaison leaned half out of the car, pointed at the uncloaked Quinjet in the sky in the distance and shouted.
After about three to five minutes, accompanied by strong airflow, the latter quickly began to lose altitude, and finally landed steadily in this temporary camp that was constantly retreating.
As soon as the hatch opened, Coulson was the first to rush out and asked impatiently: "How is the situation inside?"
Hawkeye replied helplessly: "It's very bad, to be precise, it's very bad.
According to the description of those who escaped, a local annual traditional celebration happened to be held here, and many people gathered in the city center to watch performances and enjoy beer.
Although most people fled along the highway after the massacre, there were at least tens of thousands of people stranded inside.
Moreover, the thick black fog in front of me is still spreading to all directions.
The agents and drones we sent in never came back, so the situation is probably in danger."
"Mr. Balthazar, it's all up to you now."
Realizing that his side had no ability to handle such a scale of supernatural power, Coulson immediately turned around and made a request to the Divine Monk without hesitation.
"No problem, leave it to me."
Balthazar took off his suit jacket, his watch, and threw his cell phone into the hand of the female agent next to him. He tore the valuable shirt into strips, revealing the explosive strength of his muscles underneath.
"Wow even!"
A carnivorous female gangster's eyes instantly shone and she couldn't help but whistle. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on the former's perky butt, and she almost drooled.
After all, what woman wouldn't like a man who is strong, handsome, has toned muscles, exudes amazing charm, and can easily spend thousands of tons of gold to instantly become the richest man in the world.
Even if you can't monopolize it, it would be good to find an opportunity to make an appointment to discuss it.
Those men who neither have money nor are handsome enough will never know how proactive women can be when they meet the person they like.
"Ahem!"
Colson deliberately coughed twice, which made the female wolves present, whose eyes were already glowing green, calm down a little.
Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a golden and red figure crossing the sky, and then plunged into the thick black fog.
"That guy just now couldn't be Iron Man Tony Stark, right?"
As expected of Hawkeye, Hawkeye almost confirmed the other party's identity in just a split second.
The Quinjet pilot nodded slightly: "Well, it seems so. After all, this guy has followed us all the way here."
"But the problem is, these black fogs can cause complete malfunctions of electrical equipment. Didn't you mention it to him?"
The previous drone operator interjected with a confused look on his face.
"We seemed to have forgotten to communicate with him via radio along the way. He had no idea what he was facing!"
Coulson suddenly woke up and realized what a big mistake he had made.
The reason why Iron Man possesses heroic fighting power is basically due to the armor built through modern technology and artificial intelligence. His own ability is too high to be described as "fighting against the five scum".
But now, he actually entered a restricted area where electrical equipment would completely malfunction, which was like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.
What's even worse is that there is no way to send anyone in to rescue him.
This obviously made Coulson feel uneasy and he quickly called his director to report the situation.
To be continued...