The door to a small room in the palace was pushed open, and a middle-aged blonde man quickly closed it behind him, saying, “Notify the missile and air force units above—Gerard has appeared!”
A dozen soldiers sat inside the room, tasked specifically with contacting regional military units.
Upon receiving the order, the soldiers picked up their red landline phones and began dialing simultaneously.
Beep... beep... beep!
However, only busy signals answered. No matter how many times they dialed, there was no response.
“Is the signal being jammed?” The communication team captain stared at the landlines, radios, and mobile phones, none of which could connect to the military. His face looked grim.
“Go by car! They must have caught wind of our plans!” Seeing this, the middle-aged blonde man's face twitched.
“Yes, sir!” The communication captain nodded and jogged out with a few men.
Meanwhile, beneath a cell tower in the central city, a white woman in a long blue dress rested her left hand on the tower's base.
With a cold, aloof expression, she looked in the direction of the Hexagon Palace. “Just a bunch of ordinary humans trying to deal with supernatural beings. They really have a death wish!”
Invisible waves of energy constantly pulsed from her palm. These waves traveled through the cell tower and spread throughout the entire city, amplifying as they went and causing all electronic signals in the city to vanish completely.
At the entrance of the Hexagon Palace, some soldiers finally snapped out of it. However, seeing over twenty supernatural beings instinctively backing away from Gerard, they couldn't help but do the same.
These ordinary soldiers looked at the rifles in their hands and didn't dare to move a muscle, merely watching the situation unfold.
Gerard scanned the surrounding supernatural beings and said coldly, “I'll give you one chance. Join the Demon Hunting Association, and I might spare your lives.”
The surrounding supernatural beings remained silent, their expressions incredibly solemn. If the Coalition high-level officials' trump card failed, they would truly have no choice but to surrender.
Thrum, thrum, thrum!
In the sky, several military helicopters wheeled around, their mounted missiles locking onto Gerard.
Gerard didn't even spare them a glance. In his half-clenched left hand, he held a black crystal.
With a single thought, he channeled fear directly into the pilots above.
Terror flooded the pilots' eyes, rendering them completely unable to control their aircraft.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
Under Rupert's horrified gaze, the helicopters plummeted onto the street behind them. The massive explosions left his ears ringing painfully.
“Don't count on the military to back you up anymore. The so-called high-level officials of the Coalition are nothing but a bunch of arrogant, selfish mortals who have no understanding of how terrifying supernatural beings truly are. I will give you exactly one minute to decide whether to join the Demon Hunting Association. Once that minute is up, you can go to Hell with Gary!”
Gerard swept his fierce gaze across the supernatural beings in front of him.
With the Lost Sheep backing him, who on the Western Continent could possibly stand against him?
He had originally planned to expand the Demon Hunting Association before taking action against the politicians. Seizing power over the Coalition then would have saved them a lot of trouble. But who could have predicted the unexpected emergence of Darkness? It had forced them to drop all pretense ahead of schedule.
The atmosphere instantly fell dead silent. Some of the supernatural beings pulled out their phones, only to find there was no signal.
Their faces instantly paled. This meant all communication had been cut off. The military units might not even know what was happening here.
“Respected President Gerard, my Black...” Sensing things were going south, the Black youth in hip-hop attire was about to speak up when...
“Caw!!!” A piercing crow's cry suddenly echoed from above, cutting the Black youth off.
Before anyone could react, more and more crows began to gather in the sky.
“What is that?” some of the supernatural beings muttered, still bewildered.
But Gerard's expression changed dramatically. Crows! Why is he here? Why would he come here?!
Gerard gripped the Fear Crystal, frantically calling out to the Lost Sheep.
To ensure absolute success, the Lost Sheep had already been waiting just outside the city.
He wasn't the only one. Several other supernatural beings realized what was happening, horror washing over their faces. “Are those the crows that appeared in the Nanming Kingdom? The original supernatural being is here!”
At that moment, some of the supernatural beings turned and bolted.
If Gerard only made them back away in wariness, the appearance of these crows was synonymous with death.
That person was a ruthless figure who had managed to carve out a territory for himself even in the Nanming Kingdom, which was currently crawling with all sorts of monsters and ghosts.
“Ah!” However, they had only run a few steps before they realized the sky full of crows had formed a black torrent, swirling around the Hexagon Palace and completely blocking off all escape routes.
“We're dead. The one who can control this many crows has to be him. We're finished! If I had known, I wouldn't have listened to those fucking idiot politicians!” a young white man cried out in despair.
The crows flew too fast, and he didn't dare to attack them.
A portion of the crows flew to a spot about a dozen meters away on the street to their left. Under the terrified gazes of the supernatural beings, the crows coalesced into a two-meter-tall oval shape.
Bang!
In the next instant, the oval swarm of crows suddenly burst apart, black feathers drifting slowly through the air.
A young man appeared, dressed in a tailored, form-fitting white suit. His hair was slicked back, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his narrow eyes immediately gave him away as a ruthless character.
A single crow perched on his left shoulder, staring at the crowd with cold, emotionless eyes.
“Everyone, it sure is lively here,” Tang Yongyun said, looking at the crowd expressionlessly.
These guys were too weak—so weak that he couldn't even be bothered to show any expression.
Gerard looked at the young man and forced himself to speak. “Boss Tang of the Scott Syndicate, what brings you to the Coalition?”
As an original supernatural being, Tang Yongyun's information had already been made public by the authorities. He had become a supernatural being at almost the exact same time as Liu Wen.
And after the final battle in Xichang, Liu Wen had been classified as the strongest Tier 4 Calamity currently known.
Thus, even if Tang Yongyun, who had risen to power at the same time, wasn't as strong as Liu Wen, the gap between them probably wasn't very large.
“Do I need your permission to do things?” Tang Yongyun swept a glance at him.
Gerard shut his mouth immediately, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. The ferocity he had shown when intimidating dozens of supernatural beings by himself was completely gone.
Tang Yongyun scanned the crowd before his gaze fell back onto Gerard—or rather, the Fear Crystal held in his hand. “Starting today, the Demon Hunting Association and the Supernatural Bureau are disbanded. My Scott Syndicate is taking complete control of everything in the Coalition!”
The Fear Crystal was indeed interesting to his senses; the entity that had generated this crystal had to be at least a Calamity-level being.
But Tang Yongyun didn't care. He didn't care who stood behind these people; he only knew that behind him stood the sky-reaching power of Destiny.
The first to react was not Gerard, but Rupert.
He turned his head, disbelief written all over his face. “Boss Tang, you already have Goro Island as your territory. Why are you interfering in the internal affairs of our Coalition?”
Splat!
A single crow answered in Tang Yongyun's stead. Traveling at several times the speed of sound, the crow directly blew Rupert's head apart.
Red and white matter splattered all over the Black youth in hip-hop attire standing nearby. He stared ahead, a piece of scalp stuck to his face, not daring to move a single millimeter.
His complexion seemed to turn from a polished black to a matte black as sweat poured down his face uncontrollably.
“Do any of you have any objections to what I said?” Tang Yongyun had not taken a single step forward from beginning to end.
Yet, none of these supernatural beings dared to utter another word. They merely stood there obediently, like primary school students forced to stand in punishment.
Tang Yongyun turned his gaze to Gerard. His tone was calm, yet it nearly made Gerard's knees buckle. “Has the thing behind you not arrived yet? I will only wait for three minutes.”
With that, he stood quietly in place.
If the Lost Sheep doesn't get here soon, Tang Yongyun will definitely kill me! Gerard's face twitched as the stench of death filled his nostrils.
A minute later, the swirling swarm of crows suddenly dispersed.
A shrill voice echoed: “Human! The Coalition is my territory. Did you really think you could just stick your hands in whenever you pleased?!”
Clack, clack, clack!
The crisp sound of sheep hooves clopping against the pavement echoed.
Tang Yongyun and the supernatural beings turned toward the source of the sound.
A muscular, black sheep-man standing 2.7 meters tall appeared.
The intense pressure radiating from its body caused the expressions of the Tier 1 and Tier 2 supernatural beings to shift rapidly.
First, Tang Yongyun had suddenly showed up, and now another Calamity-level being had appeared. Was this still the Coalition? Who the fuck had dialed the difficulty level up to that of the Nanming Kingdom?!
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