Chapter 1842 - 948: Gift

"...I surrender!"

After calling on everyone to fight desperately, Huang Ming raised his hands without a second thought.

Under the surveillance of sixteen cameras looking down and more than twenty weapons aimed at him, he skillfully clasped his head with both hands and knelt on the ground.

With a twitching expression, he squeezed out a sycophantic smile: "I can also talk; I can also love..."

Bang!

Huang Ming exploded.

Lu Feng pulled the trigger without hesitation.

And so, amidst the metallic rainstorm of the armored weapon module·Anchor-mode shotgun, he directly blasted into countless pieces of flesh, blood splattering everywhere.

Surrender?

Did I ever say not to kill if you surrendered?

Moreover, from beginning to end, the alarms on the Paradise System's retinal projection continued to flash, with the threat level constantly surging.

Clack!

A delicate sound came to his ears, so faint, that the machine triggered an alert — it detected spiritual contamination!

"Everyone, fall back!"

Lu Feng ordered, raising his other hand, and the Black Flame from the Thunder Pool erupted, instantly burning the shattered corpse on the ground to ashes. Yet within the ashes and flames, something vague seemed to rise.

Fly!

Clack clack clack clack...

Those delicate sounds became increasingly dense, constantly echoing around, even reverberating amidst the scattering crowd as chaos spread.

It seemed like paper fluttering... No, more like something clumsily beating the air, flying erratically, wings spreading thin layers of scale powder, infecting more people.

A sudden dizziness, growing ever more severe.

The confusion among the crowd was spreading, widening, even encompassing the whole park. The delicate clack sounds intertwined with numerous warnings and broadcasts, causing the terrified eyes to gradually become hollow.

Like zombies.

Within the reflection of murky eyes, numerous black dots flew wildly, colliding continually.

[Spiritual Quality Detector installed]

In Lu Feng's retinal projection, the system driver had been updated urgently, a brand-new feature went online, with perceptions from Spiritual Creatures transferred through the Paradise interface, reaching everyone's eyes.

Then, it rendered everyone stupified.

Unbelievable.

"What the hell..."

Lu Feng looked up, horrified.

a moth.

A moth flapped its wings, landing on his armor. Its scaly wings reflecting sunlight, refracting a colorful illusion light.

On the dead 'remains,' like a waterfall, countless black moths erupted continuously, rising, shrouding the sky, spreading across the earth.

Almost endless!

Numerous Seeds of Mind planted in the park over the past days finally sprouted, extracting the host's consciousness, completing a hatch, as masses of Spiritual Worms soared.

As the scaly wings fanned, the faces of Huang Ming likenesses on each wing seemed to wriggle too, spreading countless wicked powder into the crowd.

Planting panic, sprouting fear, harvesting chaos and madness, driving the entire park into unredeemable chaos...

—Rebirth Form·Moth!

"Roar!!!"

Thunder roared, bursting suddenly.

Amidst the chaotic crowd, a discarded suitcase was knocked over, shaking violently, quickly expanding... then, immediately, blood and flesh oozed from crevices, forcing open the narrow cage.

Sharp scales reflected the scorching sun, a mutant Disaster Beast slithered out from its tight confines, a snake head dozens of meters long with twin horns, tumors covering its degenerate limbs, starved and ready to devour.

Next, in the southwestern corner of the park, a lion the size of a truck emerged from a small cage, roaring into the sky. Masses of leeches spread rapidly within the sewers, expanding, squeezing through every gap.

More of them, buzzing mosquitoes, like writhing black clouds, dove continuously, spreading turmoil within the park.

Under pheromone guidance, these uncontrollable Disaster Beasts fell into fury and frenzy, commencing reckless destruction!

And the instigator of all this, the unremarkable middle-aged man Tian Shan had already pulled off the ring from his hand, sneaking into the escape route as others wreaked havoc.

Fleeing, without hesitation.

Completely ignoring Huang Ming's shouting, as soon as he saw Xu Chaoxian's face on the big screen live, he had already begun withdrawing.

Even actively severed the communication link.

Even though Zhu Lu kept urging everyone to act, he already knew the plan had failed.

When a dog is cornered, it will fight back!

Those guys had lost the courage to take a chance, or rather, from the start, they lacked such determination.

The difference between a conspirator and a terrorist lies here — a schemer, regardless of their ruthlessness, ultimately seeks something, whereas the other doesn't care about any consequences... or perhaps everything they've done is already desired.

But they can't do it.

They want you dead, yet dare not kill Xu Chaoxian, ultimately forced into a cornered struggle, seeking death... with an Evil Cult label pinned on them, if they don't run now, what are they waiting for?

Waiting for death!

Amidst the fleeing crowd, he stumbled with the flow, his gaze seemingly inadvertently scanning the surroundings, a heart sinking to the bottom.