The Great Worm Lich Chapter 552 - Harassment

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Under the temptation of the beautiful ethereal songs, the Atlantean sergeants plunged, like a moth flying towards the fire, which was the hidden trap on top of the building that would soon collapse.

As the leader, although the sergeant major was already alert to this before coming into action, he did not expect the enemy to play his card so peculiarly, by making all low-ranking sergeants fell into a dangerous situation so quickly. At once, he no longer remained calm and changed his order in a shout, "Stop continuing to raise the ignition point of the light stone. Start with a low-intensity free attack right away. Melt all the walls and floors of the target floor."

At once, blazing flame burst out of his body.

In an instant, within the flame attack exerted by him and several dozen other alien fighters, the walls and the ceiling of the cracked skyscrapers disappeared, leaving behind only a massive square with six sides depicting complicated patterns that were continually changing and wriggling in the air.

When the crowds in the distance, most of them were worried about the victims of the building while some of them were simply watching the show, saw this strange scene, they finally realized that this disaster was not as simple as it seemed. Bursting out with a series of exclamations, they began to make all sorts of bizarre and unreasonable conjectures.

"What is that? Oh my god! What's hidden in that building…";

"Box! That's a huge square demon! Could it be that it's a Pandora's box?"

"No way! Don't tell me that it's a space channel opened by some foreign world's invaders…"

In the hustle and bustle of the general public, the building that looked like it was on the verge of falling but had stayed supported for a long time finally collapsed. In a series of an earth-shattering loud crash and a strong earthquake that felt like the entire ground was moving, it transformed into ruins, causing several hundreds of relief workers and victims that were several times larger in number, to be buried alive.

Other ordinary people could not feel anything, but in Zhang Lisheng's brain, spirits with distorted and elongated figures who were covering their eyes with their mouths opening and closing miserably as they shouted silently were slowly rising one after another from the ruins of the collapsed skyscraper.

They struggled in the distance but still eventually sucked into the 'demonic box'.

The preparation steps for the ceremony were finally completed. The beautiful sound of heaven that could only be faintly heard just now gradually becoming clearer. Fortunately, an ordinary Earthling was not affected even if they listened to this sound, but this did not apply to the Atlanteans.

In just within a short span of a few minutes, more and more sergeants plunged into the vast cuboids suspended in the air. The ranks of these sergeants were slowly raised from 'mechanical light sergeant' to 'planet sergeant.'

When the rather conceited sergeant major who was leading the attack saw that more sergeants were falling, he reached a decision that risked everything with a single venture. Leading the remaining few stellar sergeants who could still maintain their senses, he charged into the enemy's trap.

As the strongest individual in the Atlantis civilization, the sergeant major charged. After that, the demonic box that was slowly showing dark red bloody color faintly emitted milky white light before rotating.

After over ten minutes later, a steel fortress, with several thousands of inverted, huge propeller silently rotating below it and hundreds of side-mounted propellers on the rear side of the ship pushing it forward agilely, that was the size of a town in the countryside hovering in the air broke through the clouds and moved to the demonic box.

"It's the Sky Fortress! The Steel Warriors are here! Ha! Looks like the Atlanteans who came to offer disaster relief this time are being saved by us Earthlings instead…" Upon seeing the late federal highest combat power, somebody among the onlooking crowds voiced out with pride.

When his words left his mouth, black human figures rose from the deck of the fortress one after another. Hundreds of Steel Warriors ran speedily and leaped towards the air. Without warning, hot flames spurted out of their limbs and back, propelling them towards the giant demonic box not far away.

Just as they were darting forward, the bright sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The formerly hot summer air turned cold like it was winter.

Under the caress of the bitingly chill wind, dark light flashed across the colossal cuboid suspended in the air. The intricate lines that were initially wriggling disappeared within a few seconds. Some spread out and twisted to form a variety of skeleton pictures that were either wholly skinned with the frontal bone exposed or with their chests open, revealing their rib cages and organs.

Standing under the tree, Zhang Lisheng stared at the demonic box floating in the air in bewilderment. Sensing the ancient evil power filling the clouds, he muttered, "What the hell? The Lord actually won this gamble that has a probability that is even smaller than winning the lottery? He really managed to steal the power of the ancient dark god through blood sacrifice… No, no, no! This may not be because of good luck only! There's an old saying in China that states' heroes are produced under circumstances'. Perhaps with the advent of the Colossal World, the extraordinary power on Earth is recovering, and a new era of myth is coming as well…"

The young man pondered for a long time but still could not come up with a correct conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it. No matter what, those who relied on such ritual to steal or plead to obtain the power of the ancient god just like what the Lord was doing now would have their own spirit inevitably corrupted. They might not even safeguard their own consciousness as well.

Not only that, but such divine power was like sourceless water. If one wanted to strengthen it, one could only continue to carry out the blood sacrifice. In the end, one might fall to become the resurrected body of the ancient god. Even if this power was given to Zhang Lisheng freely, he would never want it too. However, it was a good thing if more of such people would appear to disrupt the plan Atlantis had on Earth.

When the young man was deep in his contemplation, the Steel Warriors who did not really have the intention to rescue the alien fighters had already stopped their attack and were now safeguarding the Sky Fortress to retreat to a distant place.

When the fortress stopped, the demonic box suddenly shattered. In the tumbling black smoke, a throne that had a height of 100 meters made from a pile of corpses and skeletons appeared. The tens of thousands of human heads embedded on it suddenly opened their mouths in unison to shout out loud, "I'm Sumnami, the successor of the ancient dark god, the Skeleton Throne, and I'm here to warn all Atlanteans. All the land, sea, rivers, and islands of this planet are owned by the human beings of Earth. You'll be sanctioned by the gods if you invade her!"

The shouts echoed in the air. A giant with his face hidden in the shadows, wearing a black robe and a black bone crown while holding onto a black slender bone scepter, appeared on the throne.

After showing himself, the giant looked around in an awe-inspiring bearing. The scepter in his hand pointed the air and let out a loud thunderous sound. In an instant, the dark clouds disappeared without a trace.

Everything was restored to calmness, leaving only a ruin behind.

Although the Lord only destroyed a building for the blood sacrifice ceremony, the domino reaction and the violent tremors during the quake had turned all the buildings in the block into something perilous. They would no longer be able to be used if they were not reinforced.

Looking at the devastated neighborhood, Zhang Lisheng frowned and whispered to himself, "He spoke so much, but he only destroyed one small street. Here I was thinking that I could finally see New York's military base being filled with the Atlanteans' bodies."

Raising his head, he saw the alien spaceship rushing over here, so he quickly turned around to walk into a dark alley.

The evening soon arrived. The young man appeared at 5:20, 12th Ave, Manhattan, New York, where the Chinese Consulate General was located in New York.

As the only and most important partner with excellent development potential who possessed a harmless foreign world, the Chinese foreign affairs organization in the US had become increasingly strict. The Federal Security Administration had even set up a particular office for this purpose.

Zhang Lisheng was merely walking to and fro in front of the consulate, hesitating for a while. Immediately, two patrolmen in a team stepped up to him and said with a stern expression, "Sir, please show your documents."

The young man had lived in the US for a long time and always liked to go out alone. As a Chinese with yellow skin, he had already long been accustomed to carrying his documents with him. Immediately, he took out his driver's license and handed it to the patrolman.

"A New Yorker?" The younger and taller patrolman who also had a slightly sturdy body looked at Zhang Lisheng's documents under the streetlight and had a somewhat strange expression on his face. Even so, he still would not let this matter go, "This is the entrance to the Consulate General of the People's Republic of China in New York. Why did you suddenly stop here?"

The young man did not look like those people from Central Asia, where the paradise for terrorists was located. When he heard the patrolman asking, he answered in slight puzzlement, "I'm here to look for a friend."

"To look for a friend?" That tall police officer returned the document to Zhang Lisheng with a blank expression. "If you're here to look for a friend, why didn't you enter right away? It's a critical time now, and I'm afraid you'd have to follow us to the police station, sir."

The repeated difficulties the patrolman did for Zhang Lisheng made him realize that things were not so simple, but he was not angered at all. Instead, with just a faint smile, he said in a calm tone, "Listen, buddy. I have an anxiety disorder and a good lawyer. If you brought me back to the police station for no reason tonight, I can assure you that you'd spend your entire remaining life on the most remote beaches on Staten Island watching turtles."

"Are you threatening me? Do you know that threatening a police officer in New York…." When the tall police officer heard this, he roared angrily, but when he saw the black-haired young man in front of him suddenly giving off a temperament and demeanor that completely differed from the one he showed before, his voice unconsciously grew fainter.

Observing the identity of a person was one of the necessary skills that the patrolman must master. He could tell with a careful glance whether Zhang Lisheng was a bluff or a really thorny colossal trouble.

"Tom, you're too sensitive. I don't think there is a problem with this gentleman. I think the guy across the street is more suspicious," The older patrol officer also saw that this Asian young man who was harassed by his companion was not a simple person. He, who had remained silent all this while, cleverly fabricated a lie and smiled apologetically at Zhang Lisheng. Pulling his companion, he crossed the street and randomly stopped a pedestrian to check for his documents.

"What a smart guy…" a smirk appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth as he muttered in confusion. "But why did they want to harass me? Is it because they are simply in a bad mood, or is there a reason forcing them to do so…"

His eyes unintentionally turned to the Consulate in New York.

At this moment, the gate of the consulate opened. When Zhang Lisheng looked into the doorway, his eyes narrowed abruptly.

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