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Chapter 194: Monster? Nothing special
The Prime Minister's heart was filled with despair and anger. He looked at his demonized body and found it difficult to accept this cruel reality.

But soon, a primitive, demonic power surged in his body. This power was so strange and powerful that it made him tremble involuntarily.

"I can't just give in like this!" The Prime Minister roared in his heart, trying to use his remaining human reason to resist this evil force. However, the demon's instinct surged like a tide, eroding his will.

"Accept it, former Prime Minister, there is no turning back." The voice of the demon messenger sounded again, with a hint of teasing and sarcasm.

The Prime Minister gritted his teeth. At this moment, he was no longer the high and mighty leader of the country, but a puppet controlled by the demonic power. But even so, he was unwilling to give up easily.

"I won't let you get your wish!" The Prime Minister growled in a low voice. He began to try to mobilize the demonic power in his body, trying to find a way to fight this evil.

The Prime Minister's heart was like a surging ocean, with turbulent waves that were difficult to calm down. He looked at his demonized body, his heart filled with disbelief and deep despair.

The Prime Minister's heart is like a surging ocean, with rough waves that are difficult to calm.

He looked at his demonic body, his heart filled with disbelief and deep despair.

"No, I can't become like this!" The Prime Minister shouted deep in his heart. He tried to use the last of his sanity to build a line of defense to resist the invasion of demonic power.

He closed his eyes, trying to find a ray of humanity in the darkness, which was his last dignity and persistence as a human being.

But the demon's power was too strong. It was like an irresistible torrent, constantly washing away his inner defenses.

The Prime Minister felt his will being eroded bit by bit, and that feeling of powerlessness made him feel unprecedented fear.

He began to doubt whether he really had the ability to fight against this evil force and restore himself to his former self.

"Accept it, you have no choice." The demon messenger's voice sounded in the prime minister's ears again, this time with more temptation and oppression. The prime minister felt his heart struggling, hesitating between resistance and submission.

Finally, under repeated attacks, the Prime Minister's defenses collapsed. He opened his eyes, and instead of determination and perseverance, he saw deep despair and helplessness. He realized that he could no longer resist the power of this demon, and could only be forced to accept this cruel reality.

"I obey you, I obey you!"

The Prime Minister whispered, his voice trembling with reluctance.

After the Prime Minister surrendered, his heart did not calm down. Instead, he fell into a deeper and more complicated inner struggle.

It is a tremor deep in the soul, a complete subversion of self-identity, and a deep fear of the unknown future.

He felt as if he was torn into two halves, one half was the body that had been taken over by the demonic power, and the other half was the soul that was still trying to stay awake and rational.

These two parts clashed violently within him, filling his heart with unspeakable pain.

"Is this me? Have I really become like this?" The Prime Minister repeatedly asked himself in his heart. Every question was like a sharp knife, cutting his already fragile heart.

He tried to grasp those remaining fragments of his humanity and piece them together to prove that he was not completely lost.

However, the demon's power was like an invisible net that bound him tightly.

He felt his strength gradually dissipating and his will collapsing bit by bit.

The Prime Minister's inner struggle lasted for a long time, but he was ultimately unable to resist the full erosion of the demonic power. His eyes gradually became empty and indifferent, and his former determination and firmness were replaced by cruelty and bloodthirsty desire.

He stood up, his figure becoming even more muscular due to his demonic transformation, and every step he took seemed to be able to crush the solid ground.

"I will be the master of this chaotic world." The Prime Minister said in a low and threatening tone. His voice echoed in the empty Prime Minister's Palace with unquestionable authority, but at this moment this authority completely belonged to the demon.

He turned to look at the officials and bodyguards who were also demonized. They were either terrified or confused, but more of them were enthusiastic and excited about this new power. The Prime Minister knew that he was no longer fighting alone, but had an army that was also swallowed by darkness.

"Follow me, let us turn this land into ruins and let fear and despair become the new order!" The Prime Minister raised his arms high, and black energy surged around him, forming twisted halos, as if coronating his identity as a demon.

Officials and bodyguards responded one after another, roaring like wild beasts and following the Prime Minister's steps out of the Prime Minister's Office.

The demon army poured into the streets of Tokyo like a tide. Wherever they passed, buildings collapsed and flames broke out. People fled in terror, and their screams and cries intertwined into a melody of despair.

The Prime Minister led this army of demons and wreaked havoc on the streets of Tokyo.

"More! I need more power! More fear to nourish me!" The Prime Minister roared in his heart, he felt his desire for power was endless.

He began to look for new targets and more powerful enemies to satisfy his ever-expanding ambitions.

In this Tokyo shrouded in darkness, the Prime Minister and his army of demons seem to have become an unstoppable source of disaster.

Every step they take is accompanied by destruction, and every roar is a sentence on innocent lives.

On both sides of the street, the once prosperous shops are now only ruins, and the families who were once full of laughter and joy have been torn to pieces.

The Prime Minister's eyes became increasingly grim, and he had only one thought in mind: conquest and rule.

"Yes, you did a good job, that's how it should be."

The mysterious voice sounded again, and a complex emotion surged in the Prime Minister's heart. There was both a secret joy at the recognition of the mysterious voice and a deep sadness for his current situation.

He understood that he had completely become a puppet of the demon, but in this endless darkness, he seemed to have found a new "mission" and, following the guidance of the mysterious voice, spread chaos and despair to every corner of the world.

"I will keep moving forward until every corner of this world is bathed in my fear." The Prime Minister said in a low and threatening voice, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, which was a desire for power and a fanaticism for the unknown.

As the Prime Minister's words fell, the demon army raged even more frantically on the streets of Tokyo.

They destroyed buildings, looted resources, and instilled fear and despair into the hearts of every survivor.

People fled everywhere, but no matter where they went, they could not escape the clutches of the demon army.

In this city shrouded in darkness, the Prime Minister and his army of demons seemed to have become the gods who dominated everything.

"Director, the situation has come to this point, aren't we going to take action?"

Matt felt aggrieved when he saw the monster transformed by the Prime Minister of the island nation wreaking havoc in Tokyo, but they were not allowed to take action because of Xia Ling's order. Even if they were the American garrison in the island nation, they only had to keep an eye on the base for America, and the life and death of the people of the island nation was none of their business.

But how could he, who was deeply influenced by the Buddha's teachings, really ignore it?
"Don't worry, Matt. It's not time for us to take action yet."

Xia Ling spoke slowly, he gently put down the pen in his hand, his eyes passed through the closed window, as if he could penetrate the darkness and look directly at the Tokyo that was ravaged by demons.

"Chief, but..." Matt wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Xia Ling.

"Matt, do you remember what our mission is?" Xia Ling's voice was calm.

Matt was stunned for a moment, then replied: "We are optimistic about this economic market and want our country to continue to gain sufficient benefits from it."

"That's right." Xia Ling nodded. "The demonization of the island country's prime minister may seem like a disaster, but there may be a more complicated situation behind it."

Matt frowned, obviously puzzled by Xia Ling's words.

"Perhaps this is a factional struggle between the gods within the island nation. As servants of the Son of God, how can we easily intervene in it?"

"But, Chief, are we just going to watch these innocent people suffer?"

There was a hint of reluctance and anger in Matt's voice.

"Matt, I know you're anxious, but don't worry. Just wait for the island country to send someone over to ask us to take action."

"But the island nation's government, including the Prime Minister, has been completely annihilated. How could anyone come and ask us for help?"

As soon as Matt finished speaking, Xia Ling's mouth curled up into a meaningful smile.

"Don't they still have the Emperor? He can ask us to help."

Matt heard this and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"Then Chief, what should we do now?" Matt asked. His tone no longer had the impatience from before, but was more calm.

"Just wait and see." Xia Ling replied succinctly and forcefully, "What we need to do is to remain vigilant and be ready to deal with any unexpected events. At the same time, we must also pay close attention to the developments within the island country and look for the right time to intervene."

Matt nodded, but raised a new question.

"Director, under the current circumstances, although our troops have been baptized by the Son of God and influenced by Buddhism, can they really turn the tide and defeat these demons and monsters?"

Xia Ling slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and seemed to be thinking about some profound question.

After a moment, he turned around and said to Matt with a firm look in his eyes: "Matt, don't forget that we are not only the garrison of America, but also the guardians of the faith of the Son of God. The power of the Son of God is beyond the imagination of mortals.

Our soldiers, after being baptized by the Son of God and influenced by the Dharma, have become incomparably strong in their hearts, and their strength has been endowed with divine attributes. "

"As for those demons and ghosts, although they seem powerful, they are ultimately just puppets controlled by the forces of darkness. As long as we can find the source of their power and destroy it, these demons and ghosts will naturally collapse."

Matt nodded and said firmly, "Director, I understand. We will remain vigilant and be ready to respond to any unexpected events. At the same time, we will also pay close attention to the developments within the island country and look for the right time to intervene."

At this moment, a message appeared on Xia Ling's mobile phone. Xia Ling opened it, took a look and smiled.

"Director, who sent this message?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it was sent by Commander-in-Chief Tony Stark."

Matt moved closer with curiosity, and saw the message on Xia Ling's phone was brief and direct: "The elimination of vampires in the country has been basically completed, don't worry."

After reading the message, Matt's eyes flashed with surprise and relief.

"It turns out that the domestic vampire problem has been solved. No wonder you are so calm, Director."

Xia Ling put away his phone and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, although Tony seems a little unreliable at ordinary times, he is still quite reassuring at the critical moment."

"Director, I expected that the vampire problem could be solved, but can the God of Death behind them really be expelled so easily by the Son of God?"

Matt's words made Xia Ling's expression become solemn. He was silent for a while, then slowly spoke: "The God of Death is indeed a difficult existence. But the power of the Son of God is endless. Since he has decided to expel the darkness, whether it is a vampire or a god of death, it is only a matter of time."

"But I'm still a little worried. After all, the God of Death is in the dark, and we are in the light. We can't defend ourselves against him."

Matt said worriedly.

Xia Ling patted Matt's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, Matt. We just need to do our job well, stay alert, and be ready to deal with any possible changes. The Son of God will guide us on the way forward, and he will protect us from the invasion of darkness."

Matt nodded. Although he was still a little uneasy, he gradually regained his confidence when he saw Xia Ling's determined eyes.

Just then, Xia Ling's cell phone rang again. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly.

Matt noticed the change in his expression and asked curiously, "Chief, who sent this message again?"

"It's Hill, our deputy director. She's reporting some very interesting information to me."

Xia Ling showed Matt the screen of his phone, which read: "According to reliable intelligence, an unknown force is manipulating the Prime Minister and turning him into a demon."

Matt's eyes lit up after reading the message: "Chief, isn't this exactly what you said? But, who is this power? It would be great if Hill could find out."

"Don't worry, you'll know soon."

Xia Ling glanced at Matt and continued.

"It's just that the preparations required are not ordinary."

(End of this chapter)