Chapter 436 Bahamut

"Mozberg, do you know what you're talking about?"

The fierce quarrel among the people present stopped instantly because of a word from intelligence officer Mozberg. Many people looked at this short, unattractive intelligence officer with questioning eyes.

Being the focus of attention of such a group of big figures who commanded the entire Latin League, he seemed a little uncomfortable as he was always used to hiding in the darkness.

As an excellent intelligence officer and the spy chief secretly in charge of the country's secret espionage agencies, he has no interest in publicity.

If this matter hadn't been so urgent, regarding the life and death of the entire country, he wouldn't have personally come to the council chamber with the latest information from front-line personnel.

According to the security level of this place, only he, a senior official in the Intelligence Department, is qualified to be exempted from various strict searches and bring intelligence to it as quickly as possible.

Even though the big men in the parliament don't actually do anything serious and just quarrel, the bureaucratic security must be sufficient. Those who don't have enough official rank are not allowed to enter.

"The original energy field has completely disappeared, and after many tests by my staff, various electronic equipment and communication tools can now operate normally in the forest..."

An important reason that originally restricted human development of these large treasure houses was the interference characteristics of the protective energy field.

Through the special interference magnetic field, it is like having a sustainable super-powerful emp shield, which can interfere with the operation of all electronic equipment, making them all useless.

For humans who rely heavily on modern information technology, after losing most of their tools, their own advantages will decrease exponentially.

Especially the failure of communication tools is extremely fatal.

However, this annoying energy field is so huge in quantity that even medium-yield nuclear bomb bombing can only weaken it in a short period of time, and will soon recover after stopping the bombing.

And for such a large treasure house, no country would be willing to carry out nuclear saturation bombing, spending countless efforts just to get a piece of scorched earth.

After all, force is just a means to obtain benefits. If the benefits themselves no longer exist, the use of force is meaningless.

Driven by various reasons, mankind finally temporarily recognized the semi-independence of the four secret realms and turned to some limited development.

"Could this be the fault of White Earth?" Almost everyone had this thought at this moment.

The press conference just held this morning, and now something like this happened, it is difficult for them not to associate the two together.

"This is a live broadcast." After entering the password, Mozberg connected his computer to the projector at the venue to show the real-time situation to others present.

"Hula hula hula..." You can vaguely hear the sound of propellers moving the air in the background of the video. The huge noise makes it difficult to hear the commentator's voice clearly.

"...Hello, fellow congressmen, this is the sky above Amazon level A14. You can see that the light yellow fog that originally shrouded the woods inside is now so thin that it cannot be seen by the naked eye. Only with the help of special measuring instruments can we barely detect the fog. The remnants of…”

"Captain Anaconda, how is the situation inside?" After briefly introducing the surrounding environment, the camera switched to the frontline special team that was urgently dispatched to investigate.

"We have now reached a location within 20 kilometers, and the positioning signal is still normal. However, during the exploration, we did not find even a mutant creature. This is very abnormal."

This special team is composed entirely of third-level warriors. Each person wears a mission recorder on their head to record everything they see at any time.

"There are no mutated creatures?" A congressman picked up the microphone connected to the computer and began to communicate directly with the Anaconda Team.

"Yes, none of us found any mutant creatures under our witchcraft vision, they are all just ordinary animals."

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"General Maxson, Congressman Scott, are you all here?" People in the Latin Alliance Council are always incredibly efficient when it comes to their own vital interests.

Within ten minutes of receiving the news, several clones of high-ranking officials were already flying from nearby cities to the outskirts of the dense forest.

Since the original spread of the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture, cultivators from different systems around the world have made a large number of adaptive modifications to it, evolving dozens of clone cultivation methods with different emphasis.

There is no other reason than that the clones are too convenient. Whether it is saving lives, exploring paths, or dealing with other matters, having a few more clones can get twice the result with half the effort.

Especially for those who are extremely suspicious and cannot trust anyone but themselves, the clone gives them an excellent choice.

It is precisely based on this strong demand that the method of cultivating clones can be constantly introduced and new, and it is widely spread among the upper-level extraordinary people, and at the same time, it also greatly enhances their productivity.

The only pity is that even after years of improvement, the starting point for almost any related skill is the fourth level, and the high threshold still blocks a large number of people.

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!" In the subspace where the headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Beasts was originally located, densely packed mutated creatures shrank and looked at the lightning-thundering sky with fear.

The blood-red sky flashed with blue-white electric arcs from time to time, constantly exaggerating a sense of depression about the impending rain, as if the end of the world was about to arrive.

Of course, it is not wrong to say the end of the world. For this subspace, what Bai Mo is doing now is to bring it the real doomsday.

The Nine Nether Realm, where illusion and reality coexist, with the help of his guidance, began to engulf other sub-spaces for the first time.

As for the small world that can connect to the core of the four secret realms, after being completely assimilated, it will become a new layer in the Nine Nether Realm.

The process of integration is not smooth, even if such a small world does not have the so-called world consciousness and will not actively resist integration.

The difference in size between the Jiuyou Realm, which was originally created by Bai Mo alone, and the Demon Realm, which has been run by countless mutated animals for many years, is not that big, so it is very laborious to eat now.

"Why does he want us all to gather in the demon world at such a dangerous time?" Bahamut, who calls himself Qinglong, murmured in his heart as he looked at the space cracks that appeared from time to time.

The mutated creatures stole lessons from humans from different cultural circles and blended them into something of their own.

So a name with Western characteristics like Bahamut was mixed with a nickname with obvious Eastern characteristics like Qinglong.