I Herd Gods in Another World

Chapter 115: Like a Natural Disaster

Thousands of kilometers away from the deserted island is a powerful country known as the beacon of freedom and democracy.

And in a bustling big city in this country, a group of "upper class people" in neat suits are hiding on the top floor of a commercial building, staring nervously at the screen in front of them.

Everything that happened on the deserted island was broadcast live here in real time.

Qin Muyun's guess is correct, this unnamed island in the Pacific Ocean exists to raise Gu.

Every once in a while, hundreds of homeless people are thrown onto the island to kill each other, perhaps to struggle for survival while being hunted by monsters.

Those who can survive do have the opportunity to dream of a twisted alien world and become people with extraordinary abilities.

However, this probability is much smaller than Qin Muyun imagined.

This small island has been in operation for more than a hundred years, but there are less than ten superhumans that can be trained.

Because the efficiency is too low, the function of gradually cultivating extraordinary people has become tasteless. On the contrary, the bloody and cruel scenes that happened above are very popular with some psychopathic rich people.

So the island was transformed into a paradise for a carnage reality show.

The contestants in the last round of delivery are almost dead, and the game is coming to an end. If there is no accident, their group of organizers will make a fortune in gambling again.

But at this critical moment, an accident occurred on the island.

An old man with white hair and a pot belly looked at the screen with large snowflakes in front of him. Not many people remember the old man's real name, but in the unknown world of shadows, the old man has a very famous name - Rat King Kerry.

It has been half an hour since the large-scale failure of the cameras on the island, and this fault has still not been repaired.

Not only are there no repairs, but more and more cameras are damaged.

Mouse King Kerry's old but tall body stood up from the sofa, walked up to a sweaty programmer and asked, "What's going on? Why do most of the cameras on the island fail?"

The anger contained in the tone made the programmer's teeth chatter, and he faltered: "Okay...it seems...a storm...the super storm destroyed the camera."

Mouse King Kerry sneered and said, "You told me about the storm? Do you know how many years this island has been operating? What kind of storm has never been seen before, and this has never happened before!"

"It's true...really..."

The programmer wanted to explain, but his defense quickly turned into screaming, because he saw the old man in front of him grow a sharp mouse-like beak.

The humanoid mouse opened its mouth wide, biting the programmer's neck with its barbed teeth.

Such a cruel scene frightened the other staff members so that their legs went weak.

But they didn't dare to leave, because they knew very well that running was useless, and if they couldn't satisfy Mouse King Kerry, they would end up just like that unlucky ghost.

Mouse King Kerry sucked up the programmer's blood and threw the corpse down.

After killing a person, Mouse King Kerry's anger seemed to subside a little, and the big mouse's head returned to its human form.

It's just that half of his body was soaked in blood, and after regaining his human form, he looked even more terrifying than a mouse.

Mouse King Kerry was very satisfied with the terrified expressions of the others, his eyes swept across, as if looking for his next target.

If this continues, everyone will die.

The silence brought about by fear lasted for more than ten seconds, and finally someone said: "Mr. Kerry, ordinary storms really can't affect the camera, but this storm seems to be a little different. Please look at this picture, it was before the accident happened We got it."

Mouse King Kerry looked at the screen.

A photo on the beach appeared on the central screen, and the most attractive place was undoubtedly the huge glazed pillar on the beach.

This huge glazed column is estimated to be thirty meters high, presenting a spiral shape like a tornado, refracting colorful rays of light in the sunlight.

"What the hell is this?!" Mouse King Kerry said in shock.

"According to the analysis, the sand should be melted by high temperature to form a glass-like substance. Mr. Kerry, look at the shape of the pillar, does it look like a tornado? If it is such a storm, then our cameras really can't resist it." The staff member replied.

Mouse King Kerry stared at the glazed pillar with a frown, and asked after a while, "When did this thing appear?"

"Mr. Kerry, because most of the cameras are buried in the jungle and ancient houses, only satellite cameras can monitor the empty places like the beach. Therefore, it can only be confirmed that they appeared not long before the large-scale failure of the cameras. And , Mr. Kerry, you can look at these again."

Several short videos were opened on the screen, and there was no doubt that they were scenes shot by cameras in the jungle.

It was normal at first, but it didn’t take long to see the trees on the screen start to shake crazily. After a few seconds, the entire screen was covered by strong red and white light, and finally turned into snowflakes where the signal was lost.

That intense light was obviously some kind of high-temperature object approaching.

Reminiscent of the glazed pillars that appeared on the beach, Mouse King Kerry couldn't help saying: "Call the satellite, I want to see the panorama."

Soon, satellite pictures of the entire island appeared on the screen.

Coincidentally, the whole island looks like a huge mouse, and the sandy beach where the glazed pillars appear is on the back of the mouse.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they saw this satellite image.

Because they saw a scorched black mark from the mouse's back to the mouse's abdomen, as if cutting off the spine of this big mouse.

Judging from the map, this scorched black cut mark is three kilometers long, and everything in the path has been reduced to coke.

On the deserted island, Howard stood beside Qin Muyun dumbfounded.

Just now, he saw a tornado of soaring flames appearing, rushing towards the depths of the island. Whether it's lush forests or huge rocks, there is no obstacle at all.

Wherever it went, trees turned into fly ash, rocks melted into magma, and nothing could stop this terrifying flame tornado.

This is simply a natural disaster, a divine punishment, and an irresistible power of God.

"Master Angel, aren't you afraid of killing other people by mistake? There should be living people on this island." Howard asked in shock.

"Probably not." Qin Muyun said.

Howard's body was planted with a rune curse, so it should be the same for other people who participated in the Gu refining battle royale.

The shape difference between this rune curse and the black-haired mouse is obvious, and Qin Muyun can tell at a glance whether it is a cursed person or a mouse.

When Qin Muyun controlled the flame tornado just now, he deliberately slowed down to avoid those cursed humans, leaving enough time for them to escape, so it should be that no passers-by were accidentally injured.

"Okay, now that the road has been cleared, let's go to the old house to have a look." Qin Muyun took Howard, and set foot on the scorched-earth avenue where the heat hadn't dissipated.

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