Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"I hope your promise is valid?" After a while, the old man raised his head with a tragic smile. The sound seemed to come from the cracks in the dry riverbed. Just finished speaking and laughed at himself. "I'm sorry, but I doubted the credibility of your promise."

"It doesn't matter. The truth is that my promise is not strong, after all, I could die at any time."

"Then please live, keep on living, and let it continue to be strong." Tumen said seriously. "I also hope that even after your death, your successor will carry on your promise."

"They are not my successors, we are just like-minded comrades, it's just that I'm walking slower now. I have no position to let them do anything for my promise." Even at this time, Po Jun was still as cold as a A piece of ice.

"Is that so?" Tumen smiled, looking so relaxed. "But I still trouble you." The old man stood up.

"Please give me some time to explain the funeral and prepare the materials."

"Please." The entire blade stood up together and bowed slightly to the old man.

"Me, but I never dreamed that Po Jun would bow to me one day." Tu Menda raised his head and laughed loudly. The back that has been hunched in laughter is straight. "Maria, Constantine come out with me." The two children got up from the ground and wiped the tears from their faces. He ran out in three steps and two steps, during which the little boy turned his head, and his swirling eyes swept over Xie Zhifei and them in earnest. It's like imprinting everyone's face deeply into your own brain.

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Chapter 62 Bloody Mandala

"Let's start." When Tumen brought Maria and Constantine back, there was neither joy nor sorrow on his face. Nodding to the old ancestor. "Please allow us to use this place."

"We are also very interested in your unique rituals. If you need any materials, Chongjiu can provide them for free." The dozing ancestor finally spoke again.

"Thank you for your generosity, but all the materials are already in this place." Tumen was actually interested in making a joke. Apart from his life, of course there is no other material.

The ancient and time-honored ballads came from Tumen's mouth, and the old man's voice was desolate and cold, full of discipline and power. In this kind of singing, scenes emerged in front of everyone's eyes.

The wind-blown ice field where life is extinct, the pitch-black night, the people walking through the snowstorm, they are wrapped in deerskins and fox furs, hugging weak children, pulling cowhide tents and only belongings in the car . The clothes are ragged and the steps are stagnant, the icefield is so vast as if it is endless, and the howling wind is so cold as if the soul is frozen forever.

Someone falls, whose son and whose father is he? The entire group of people in action stopped. They dig the frozen soil on the spot, they distribute the heavy loads in silence, and they continue to start anew, singing songs handed down from ancient times.

"Howling wind tempers my soul

Frost adorns my body

Back in the snow

The soul returns to Beichen

pick up my luggage

pull up my baby boy

..." The black pine forest covered with frost and snow was silent, and the singing reverberated. Maria and Constantine burst into tears again, but at that sound I was dead, 'I am dead, please don't remember. I am dead, please Move forward.' In the middle, his eyes gradually became firm.

The ancient group slowly marched into the black forest, and the ice field and the howling wind disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and then Xie Zhifei realized that the blood had filled the entire pavilion. A neat incision was opened on Tumen's right wrist, and blood flowed out gently from it. The mysterious power guided them to flow slowly on the ground according to a certain trajectory, outlining a huge magic circle.

Without mysterious runes and ingenious geometric structures, circles of blood surrounded the old man. The blood is so bright red that the ground looks so dark, like a grotto pointing directly to the center of the earth, with magma flowing between the black crevices. The old man's face was as pale as paper, as if the last trace of blood had been drained from his body, but the blood from his wrist was still flowing out at the exact same speed.

"The city has lost its light..." The moment the old man's dry voice said, all the blood on the ground boiled, and they seemed to have turned into real magma, crimson and sticky bubbling one after another, dazzling and difficult Look straight. Then in the blood-colored brilliance, a dark and huge city appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"The color of blood has infected the moon..." The crimson full moon hung above the dead city.

"Blood fell from the sky..." Although the moon was still hanging in the air, the red downpour began to fall.

"Humans become monsters..."

"The real monster dies..."

"Not enough! Who planned all this?" Po Jun's voice abruptly inserted into the old man's narration.

The old man didn't speak, but the blood on the ground boiled completely. "The bat wings tear the sky..."

"Black castle..." The castle's words came from a clan with heritage.

"The roses are stained with blood and bloom..." The snow-white roses bloomed around the pitch-black castle, and then dyed from bottom to top to deep red in an instant.

"Snakes entwined up..." Small and colorful poisonous snakes entwined flower branches covered with thorns, released their mandibles, and exposed their sharp fangs to bite the blood-red flowers. The screen ends here.

The old man spit out a mouthful of blood, which dried up and condensed into purple-black spots. The burning blood on the ground gradually lost its light and turned into burnt residue. Po Jun took the lead, and all the blades stood up and bowed to the old man on the ground. Then everyone turned and left.

Looking at their backs, the old man slightly raised the corners of his mouth and beckoned to the two children who were tearing up again, his loose cuffs revealing his wrists like dead branches. Muscles are shriveled and skin is dry.

Maria and Constantine scrambled to the front of the old man. The old man reached out his hand to touch the top of their heads, but his normal hand fell weakly. Heart-wrenching cries sounded in the pavilion, mixed with a sigh that seemed to be absent.

"Is the car ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"Lin Xue, open the second equipment room."

"receive."

"Liu Huan, you are in charge of liaising with the government, and always be ready for regional control and night time control."

"How much does it need to be done?"

"After 10 p.m., don't give me anything on the street."

"receive."

"Do we know who the enemy is?" Xie Zhifei asked Yi Nian next to him with a smile. If the prophecy at the beginning is still a scenario of a future that can be followed, the meaning of the few scenes that appear after the interruption of the army is completely unclear.

"The rose wrapped around the snake, the flower of terror, the **** mandala..." Yi Nian licked his tongue, "I didn't expect to have a chance to meet them. Alfred."

Xie Zhifei suddenly remembered the moment when he was studying about the family crest of the Thirteen Ancient Clan in the study of vampires. Alfred the Flower of Terror, the instructor in charge of this lesson pointed to the blood-red snake-wrapped flower mark and said, "Alfred was the loser in the vampire infighting, so they went into exile in Asia. But this matter I'm not telling you that they are weak, on the contrary, this group of exiles who have lost their homes and traditional graceful traditions are the most dangerous beings, and they are also the beings you are most likely to encounter..."

In the next class, the instructor gave examples that paled the sunlight that poured into the classroom from the window that day. Thinking of Xie Zhifei now, he couldn't help but shudder.

"We fought them... um, had a fight?"

"Six years ago, one of Alfred's marquis came to Long City to lurk and was smashed to pieces by the boss. I don't know if this time we encountered a son or nephew who came to avenge him or something... "

"Then..." Before Xie Zhifei could say the next sentence, Po Jun's voice sounded in front of him.

"Yinian, Xie Zhifei, Ji Qinger."

"Yes!" Three replies rang out at the same time.

"You are on standby at the headquarters. Be ready to dispatch at any time!"

"receive."

One by one, the orders were dismantled and redistributed to each person. Everyone was running for their respective tasks. It was huge and orderly, like a part of a huge whole body, a sleeping beast. Wake up and start to stretch every tentacle towards the city.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong." The first change came from his mobile phone. Three consecutive text messages from the Traffic Bureau of the Police Department and the Publicity Office sounded three reminders.

"Serial killers are wandering in Longcheng, and organized crime has caused several deaths. The city's police station has found decisive clues and will start closing the net tonight. However, because the terrorists have a large number of weapons and firearms in their hands, it is difficult to escape under the circumstances. It is easy to endanger the safety of the general public. I hope that the citizens of the city will not go out until they receive new information. The police and armed police will patrol the streets. We promise that we will protect the safety of every citizen..."

Xie Zhifei looked out the window, and after a while of panic, countless pedestrians who received the text message began to rush home. Dusk is like blood, and the neon lights of entertainment venues have no meaning to light up as usual. The city has lost its light...