I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 122 Lighting the Torch

Han Meng was stunned.

He watched Chen Ling flying and disappearing in the thick fog, and after a moment, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Light the torch..." He repeated this sentence repeatedly, as if he had thought of something, and squinted at the factory area in front of him.

Han Meng hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to trust Chen Ling, a member of the Dusk Club, but soon came to the answer... Although he didn't know why Chen Ling helped him, at least, he didn't have to lie to himself.

At this point, Han Meng decided to take a gamble.

...

"What are the casualties?"

Xi Renjie walked back to the street slowly with tired steps.

"We are still counting... There are too many casualties, and we can't count them for a while." A law enforcer said bitterly, "But conservatively estimated, the number of casualties in District 3 this time accounts for at least one-third of the total number."

"One third..."

Xi Renjie nodded slightly.

"Is there any news from General Han Meng?"

"...No, I've been calling, but there's been no response."

Xi Renjie's heart sank slightly. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the steel plant. The thick fog was still flowing quietly. No one knew what was behind the fog.

He was about to say something when a rustling sound suddenly came from a distance.

"...Did you hear any sound?"

"It seems...it's getting closer and closer to us."

"Why do I feel like the ground is shaking?"

"...No, disperse quickly!!"

In Xi Renjie's field of vision, a huge shadow emerged from the depths of the thick fog. He immediately roared, and several people quickly retreated to the surroundings!

Boom--! !

A huge shadow centipede broke through the thick fog and directly crushed the surrounding houses into ruins. The residents hiding in them didn't even have time to shout before they turned into a pool of meat paste...

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, a huge centipede with thousands of feet raised its head, and the dark red hole opened. Countless shadows extended from it like branches, grabbing the people on the street.

The attack came too suddenly. No one expected that such a huge shadow centipede would appear in the neighborhood that had been almost cleared. Most of them didn't have time to escape and were caught by the shadow.

Their hands were stiffly raised, and they suddenly strangled their necks, trying their best to squeeze their skin and blood vessels.

Scarlet blood spread on their eyeballs, and their breathing gradually stopped... In the end, they turned into stiff corpses, fell in the swarming shadow waves, and were submerged in an instant.

Seeing this scene, those who were lucky enough to escape were all stunned in place. Xi Renjie stared at the huge shadow, his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley.

"Mengge..."

This shadow centipede is most likely the "mother" mentioned by Han Meng, and since the mother rushed out of the factory and appeared here, it means that Han Meng has died in the battle... Xi Renjie's eyes are full of despair.

Once Han Meng dies, unless someone from Aurora City comes, who else in District 3 can stop this mother?

He tried his best to clear the streets, but he didn't expect to end up like this... Xi Renjie stood there with a pale face, like a puppet without the support of his soul.

Boom--! !

At this moment, a torch that shot up into the sky ignited from the depths of the thick fog, like a miniature sun, burning fiercely.

The flame was so huge and hot that even from such a long distance, one could see the existence of the light. The shadow centipedes that swarmed into the block stopped at the same time and turned back to look in the direction of the flame.

The mother body that crushed the house also turned around, with its dark red hole looking in the direction of the torch. It hissed without hesitation, leaving behind the people and the block in front of it, and rushed straight to the torch, followed by a dense wave of shadows.

The frightened people were now at a loss. They stared blankly at the direction where the disasters retreated, and they had not recovered for a while.

"Go and have a look!" Xi Renjie regained consciousness first and quickly chased into the thick fog.

The other law enforcers looked at each other, and only a small half of them chose to follow. As they continued to move forward, the torch became clearer and clearer in the thick fog.

"Commander Xi." A black-clothed figure ran out of the crowd and followed Xi Renjie.

"Chen Ling?" Xi Renjie saw the man and asked in surprise, "Why are you here too?"

"I was resting, and when I saw the fire suddenly here, I rushed over immediately." Chen Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Xi Renjie looked at Chen Ling carefully for a few times, and after confirming that he was fine, he nodded,

"There may be danger ahead, be careful."

The outline of the factory area gradually appeared in everyone's vision, and the beam of torch that soared into the sky was burning from the devastated steel factory workshop.

All the high-temperature furnaces in the workshop were smashed to the ground, and the raging fire ignited the entire factory building. The steel brackets melted in the extremely high temperature fire. From a distance, it looked like a sun burning on the ground.

In the blazing fire, the two lines of gilded characters originally engraved on the door, [Forged Steel Bones with Thousands of Hammers] and [Hard Work and Endurance are the Most Honorable], gradually disappeared without a trace... Only the golden characters at the highest point remained.

And under the slogan [Everything for Humanity], a black-clothed figure stood in front of the sea of ​​fire, with a burning cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes stared at the waves of shadows swarming in.

"It actually attracted them?" Han Meng muttered to himself.

He looked at the ground on the side, and the [6 of Hearts] poker card was being ignited by a wisp of falling flames, slowly burning into ashes...

"Do you owe me another favor..."

Han Meng sighed, he raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the rapidly approaching centipede mother body. Under the pressure of the other party's powerful breath, Han Meng's breath also began to rise steadily!

I don't know if it was because of the destruction and then the establishment, or the raging fire behind him, that ignited Han Meng's fighting spirit again. He felt that a layer of confinement deep in his body began to loosen, like a huge wave that kept hitting the dam and was about to burst out!

Bang——

A light sound came from Han Meng's body, and the terrifying mental power surged out!

On the black Tongtian Divine Road, Han Meng's suspended footsteps finally landed heavily on the fifth step. His breath was instantly more dazzling than the burning factory area. Even the madly approaching shadow centipede mother body instinctively stopped...

But at this moment, it was too late for them to retreat.

Because the black-clothed figure in front of the sea of ​​fire had slowly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the dark shadow wave.

"This time... it's my turn."

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