Zongman: The Legend of the Demon Fox

Chapter 155
"It still hasn't been able to control the spread of the red mist."

Wearing a uniform similar to that of an officer, the little green-skinned man with pointed ears and a mustache looked at the red areas on the map one after another, feeling powerless.

"Can't the Department of Biochemistry analyze the composition of this red mist?"

He called his subordinates to inquire, but his brows could not be stretched.

"Master Marshal, after years of research, we have extracted hundreds of special unknown substances from it. These substances..."

"Enough, say something useful!"

The author, a little green-skinned man in a white coat who was called to his side, reported in detail, but obviously his boss was not in the mood to listen to this.

"Okay Marshal..." He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "At present, we are unable to analyze any unknown substance, and it seems that each of them can mutate creatures. All this is beyond common sense I can't understand why that planet can stick so close to our planet? This feels like in the age of mythology..."

His voice was a little trembling, but he was also a little crazy, and all kinds of things that could not be explained by science frightened him.

"All in all, I don't have any way to deal with these mutated monsters so far, right?"

The marshal looked at him with a tense face, and finally waved him away, sitting alone in the captain's cabin.

He stroked the walls around him, his face no longer had the deepness and stability before.

"Maybe our goblin race is really about to perish..." he muttered to himself.

Now the ground has been occupied by those mutated monsters, and the territory they now have is only some high-altitude areas.

There, the red mist has not yet spread there, and those mutated monsters don't like to go to such a high place.

Travel also depends on floating boats, and you have to be careful of the danger of being attacked along the way.

"I shouldn't have listened to that madman..."

There was a look of remorse on his face.

"Extracting planetary energy to create a floating ship that can escape from the crystal wall system...it was impossible from the beginning."

It took a long time for a person to feel sorry for himself before he tidied up his appearance and left here with a serious face.

As the supreme leader, he can't show the slightest panic yet.

Because only he can bring hope to the people, even if it is extremely slim, he also hopes that in the history books of the latecomers, even if he fails, he will die with a smile.

If there is a future in this world...

"Madman? The guy who proposed and implemented the idea of ​​stealing the core energy inside the planet..."

A gray fox that shouldn't have appeared on this planet. Its head is covered by a gray-white mask, only two red eyes are exposed, and there is a huge and terrifying hole in its chest, but this does not affect it. .

It just like that, wandering around in the center of this huge base.

Constantly pointing out and evaluating the technology of the creatures on this planet.

"This would be a great civilization if it weren't for being too special to reach space."

The little gray fox watches while the outside world changes.

If you stand in the universe, you will find that the crust of this planet begins to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally separated continents are joined together, the only thing that remains the same is the continent where these green-skinned little people or goblins are located.

As if this is the center of the world.

"If you are so tired, let's call it a day."

On a smooth mountain that seems to have been cut directly by a huge blade, a huge fox is entrenched here.

Her red fur is like a raging flame, and every breath echoes in the valley for a long time.

"I won't exterminate all native creatures. After all, although you have hurt this planet, you are not the culprit."

The gigantic nine-tailed fox soared into the air and burrowed into the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Simultaneously the earth trembled and the dormant volcano erupted, followed by a great flood.

The disaster lasted for several months and still did not stop.

More than 20 earthquakes of varying degrees occur almost every day.

This made the intelligent race that was already on the verge of extinction almost desperate. No one figured out what was going on, and it seemed like a myth described in the book.

"The gods created the world..."

Because the embarrassingly dressed goblin was in his dark room, relying on the weak light to read the ancient books that should have been put in the museum long ago.

He didn't read fluently, and the rare ancient words made it difficult for him to understand, which made him not only have to compare them.

"this is……"

He turned over a page of the book again, and what he saw was not words, but a pair of familiar words and a not-so-exquisite illustration.

"The god of creation, shaped the star core in the chaos, watered it with the blood of the gods to breed vitality..."

"Does God really exist?"

Looking at the familiar words and the illustration, he was lost.

Obviously, science has long proved that there is no so-called god in the world.

The so-called gods are just relatively powerful creatures in ancient times, or they are just people's imagination.

but why?Why does the same sentence appear invariably in all history books and myths, as well as pictures that seem to be extremely similar.

"God of Creation..."

"Why do both the oldest Star God Sect and the lunatics of modern cults mention this existence at the same time?"

He flipped through one book after another, looking at the similar pictures on them and falling into thought.

The picture shows a four-legged monster with nine tails behind it, but it may also have been specially drawn by the ancients to highlight the greatness of the gods.

These pictures together describe the same great existence—Creator God.

Every picture is different, with different expressions, as if they are alive.

Some say that the battle between the Creator God and the evil god finally shaped the evil god's body into a star core, and watered it with his own blood.

Others say that God turned his body into all things in the world, one returning to endless chaos.

Or maybe the world is just a dream of God...

Myths have a history of being discredited because no one can be sure if they are true or not.

"Is there really a God? If there is...why let this world be in danger!"

He never believed in gods, but when he was desperate, he didn't mind using the so-called gods as an object to vent.

"Master Marshal, there are some things I must report to you."

Unreal projections suddenly lit up the dimly lit room, and a green-skinned goblin in military uniform gave a serious report.

"Go ahead, I'll listen."

As the marshal, the goblin didn't care about his appearance, and said weakly while sitting on the chair.

"The red mist has dissipated..."

"Oh, I know."

"You really know?"

"Is there another mutated creature somewhere?"

"No, I said the red mist has dissipated."

"What did you say? The red mist has dissipated! Impossible?!"

"That is the truth, Your Excellency the Marshal."

The goblin who was reporting could understand how the marshal felt, and he felt the same way when he received the report.

After all, decades of hard work have yielded no results, although they seem to be full of confidence when speaking to grassroots civilization.

In fact, the upper class has long been desperate, and everything they do is to give hope to the people at the grassroots level.

So as to avoid unnecessary disputes.

(End of this chapter)