Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 46 What I just experienced was merely an appetizer.

The alarm system on the control panel emitted a piercing, distorted scream.

Li Zhen's face turned deathly pale instantly.

SS-class?

Are you kidding me!

The highest level of strange occurrence Jiangcheng has ever encountered in its recorded history is only S-level!

That time, half the city was reduced to ruins, and the former director of the Paranormal Bureau died on the spot!

SS-class — what does that even mean?

That's a walking natural disaster! It's a demon king from mythology!

"Impossible—absolutely impossible—" Li Zhen muttered to himself, unable to accept this fact.

"My husband."

Su Hongyi, who was next to Lin Che, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

She also looked up at the crack in the sky, and for the first time, her beautiful phoenix eyes revealed an extremely excited light.

She licked her lips, her voice carrying a barely suppressed longing.

"That canned food was just an appetizer."

"Now----"

"The main course looks like it's about to be served."

She had barely finished speaking.

"Bang!!!!"

A loud bang.

The enormous spiderweb of cracks in the sky had completely shattered.

A gigantic, indescribably dark hole appeared in the sky above Jiangcheng.

An endless, eerie wind poured down from the hole, dispersing the blood mist that shrouded the city.

The protective light barrier of the entire city, blown by this eerie wind, flickered violently like a candle in the wind, and finally went out completely with a "pop".

Jiangcheng was completely exposed to darkness.

One, two, three —

Nine enormous heads slowly emerged from the dark hole.

It was a giant bird that defies description.

Each of its heads has a completely different, yet equally ferocious and terrifying face.

Some faces showed wild laughter, some wailing, and some filled with resentment.

Nine faces, nine extreme negative emotions.

Just by being swept by its gaze, large numbers of people on the city wall suffered mental breakdowns, rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands and foaming at the mouth.

Nine-Headed Bird Demon King!

Legend has it that it is an ominous bird that brings plague and disaster!

SS-level bizarre!

Its body slowly emerged from the rift in the sky, obscuring the blood moon and the stars.

The entire world was plunged into absolute darkness.

Only its eighteen eyes, burning with different colored ghostly flames, like eighteen sinister suns, looked down upon the city beneath its feet, which resembled a sand table model.

despair.

Utter despair.

In the face of such a majestic being, all of humanity's struggles and weapons seem utterly ridiculous.

"It's all over—" Li Zhen knelt on the ground, utterly dejected.

Just then.

A dazzling golden beam of light shot into the sky from the very center of the city.

Within the pillar of light, a majestic figure slowly rose into the air, confronting the nine-headed bird demon king that blotted out the sky.

"It's the bureau chief!"

"The guardian of Jiangcheng! Director Wang has made a move!"

On the ground, the remaining Dragon Sparrow team members let out excited shouts.

That figure was none other than Wang Chonglou, the director of the Jiangcheng Paranormal Bureau, an S-level ghost tamer, and the strongest fighting force of Jiangcheng's humans.

"You beast!"

Wang Chonglou's voice was like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky.

"Jiangcheng is not a place for you! Go back!"

He clasped his hands together, and a golden, wrathful Vajra statue, hundreds of meters tall, appeared behind him.

The Vajra form, wielding a vajra pestle, with the supreme power to purify all evil spirits, smashed fiercely towards the Nine-Headed Bird Demon King.

This strike brought together Wang Chonglou's life's cultivation.

A full-force attack from an S-rank powerhouse!

however.

Faced with this devastating blow.

The Nine-Headed Bird Demon King, the middle head with an "indifferent" expression, slowly opened its eyes.

No sound.

There was no light.

An invisible wave spread out.

The majestic golden Vajra statue froze upon contact with this energy fluctuation.

Then, from head to toe, it shattered inch by inch, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Wang Chonglou was struck as if by lightning, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body fell helplessly from the sky like a kite with a broken string, his fate unknown.

one move.

Just one move.

"puff"

Jiangcheng's strongest fighter, S-rank Wang Chonglou, is defeated!

The entire city fell into a deathly silence.

All hope was shattered along with that falling figure.

On the city wall, Lin Che looked at the giant bird in the sky that resembled a god or demon, feeling the oppressive aura that made his soul tremble. He gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

He knew that this time, he had really messed up.

"My husband."

Su Hongyi's voice rang in his ears.

Her face was slightly flushed with excitement.

She tiptoed, leaned close to Lin Che's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, with a hint of coquetry, "This, can I eat my fill now?"

The Nine-Headed Bird Demon King, with its nine heads displaying different expressions, moved.

The face that was laughing wildly laughed even more maniacally, while the face that was wailing cried even more miserably.

They opened their mouths at the same time.

No sound.

A moment of deathly silence.

This is more terrifying than any deafening roar.

next second.

On the city wall, a soldier who was aiming his gun suddenly froze.

Bright red blood was simultaneously seeping from seven places: his eyes, nose, ears, mouth, and so on.

He made no sound and his body went limp as he collapsed.

This is not an isolated case.

"Thump."

"Splash, splash."

On the city wall, it seemed as if a silent rain of dumplings was falling.

Rows and rows of soldiers and demon tamers, their bodies stiff, blood flowing from their seven orifices, fell straight down.

Their faces still bore the frozen look of fear and bewilderment before death.

They didn't even know how they died.

An invisible, undefendable sound wave, or rather, a curse targeting the soul, swept across the entire West Gate defense line.

Li Zhen knelt on both knees, his hands tightly covering his ears, but the piercing, agonizing sound rang directly in his mind.

His retina was covered in bursting blood vessels, and the world before his eyes was a blood red.

He wanted to roar, to give orders, but only a hoarse, leaky sound came from his throat.

His body was collapsing, and his mind was collapsing.

He watched helplessly as his most elite subordinates, his brothers who had risked their lives with him, died one by one, silently.

He didn't even leave a last word.

Despair is not enough to describe his feelings at this moment.

This is divine retribution.

It is a divine punishment that mortals cannot resist.

Jiangcheng is finished.

In this chaotic wasteland, only a small area remained calm.

Lin Che stood there, and Su Hongyi, holding a red umbrella, stood quietly beside him.

That seemingly ordinary red paper umbrella created its own world beneath its canopy, keeping out all invisible attacks.

Lin Che looked at the hell on earth before him.

Looking at those who were cheering for him just minutes ago, now turned into cold corpses.

His heart was not greatly disturbed.