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Chapter 194 Monsters? Nothing special.

The Prime Minister was filled with despair and anger. He looked at his demonized body and could hardly accept this cruel reality.

But soon, a primal, demonic power surged within him. This power was both unfamiliar and powerful, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

"I cannot give in like this!" the Prime Minister roared inwardly, trying to resist this evil force with the last vestiges of human reason. However, demonic instincts surged forth like a tidal wave, eroding his will.

"Accept it, former prime minister, there's no turning back now." The demon messenger's voice rang out again, tinged with mockery and sarcasm.

The prime minister gritted his teeth. He was no longer the high-ranking national leader, but a puppet controlled by demonic forces. Even so, he was unwilling to give up easily.

"I won't let you have your way!" the Prime Minister roared in a low voice, as he began to try to mobilize the demonic power within him, attempting to find a way to fight against this evil.

The Prime Minister's heart was like a turbulent ocean, its waves surging and impossible to calm. He gazed at his demonized body, his heart filled with disbelief and profound despair.

The Prime Minister's heart was like a turbulent ocean, with waves surging and difficult to calm.

He stared at his demonized body, his heart filled with disbelief and deep despair.

"No, I can't become like this!" the Prime Minister cried out in his heart, trying to use his last bit of reason to build a line of defense against the invasion of demonic power.

He closed his eyes, trying to find a glimmer of humanity in the darkness, his last vestige of dignity and perseverance as a human being.

But the power of the demons was too great; it was like an irresistible torrent, constantly eroding his inner defenses.

The prime minister felt his will being eroded little by little, and the sense of powerlessness filled him with unprecedented fear.

He began to doubt whether he truly still had the ability to fight against this evil force and regain his former self.

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

Finally, after repeated assaults, the Prime Minister's defenses crumbled. He opened his eyes, which no longer held determination and resilience, but instead were filled with deep despair and helplessness. He realized that he could no longer resist this demonic power and was forced to accept this cruel reality.

"I obey you, I obey you!"

The Prime Minister spoke in a low voice, his voice trembling with a hint of resentment.

After the Prime Minister yielded, his heart did not find peace; instead, he was plunged into a deeper and more complex inner struggle.

It was a tremor deep within the soul, a complete subversion of self-identity, and a profound fear of the unknown future.

He felt as if he had been torn in two, one half being his body, which had been taken over by demonic power, and the other half being his soul, which was still trying to remain clear-headed and rational.

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

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

He tried to grasp at the remaining fragments of humanity, to piece them together, to prove that he was not completely lost.

However, the power of the demons was like an invisible net, tightly binding him within it.

He felt his strength gradually dissipating and his will crumbling little by little.

The Prime Minister's inner struggle lasted a long time, but in the end he could not resist the all-encompassing erosion of the demonic power. His eyes gradually became empty and indifferent, and his former determination and resolve were replaced by cruelty and bloodlust.

He stood up, his figure becoming even more imposing due to his demonic transformation, each step seeming capable of shattering the solid ground.

"I will become the ruler of this chaotic world," the Prime Minister said in a low, threatening tone. His voice echoed in the empty Prime Minister's residence, carrying an unquestionable authority, but at this moment, that authority belonged entirely to demons.

He turned to look at the equally demonized officials and bodyguards, who were filled with fear and confusion, but mostly with fervent excitement and fervor for this newly acquired power. The Prime Minister knew he was no longer fighting alone, but had an army equally consumed 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, and black energy surged around him, forming twisted halos, as if crowning his demonic identity.

Officials and bodyguards responded with wild roars, following the Prime Minister out of the Prime Minister's residence.

The demon army surged into the streets of Tokyo like a tidal wave, causing buildings to collapse and flames to erupt wherever it went. People fled in terror, their screams and cries weaving into a symphony of despair.

The Prime Minister led this army of demons, wreaking havoc on the streets of Tokyo.

"More! I need more power! More fear to nourish me!" the Prime Minister roared inwardly, feeling his thirst for power was endless.

He began to seek new targets and more powerful enemies to satisfy his ever-expanding ambition.

In this Tokyo shrouded in darkness, the prime minister and his army of demons seemed to be an unstoppable source of disaster.

Every step they took was accompanied by destruction, and every roar was a verdict against innocent lives.

The once bustling shops along the streets are now just ruins, and the once joyful families have been torn apart.

The prime minister's gaze grew increasingly cold; he had only one thought in his mind: conquest and domination.

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

The mysterious voice sounded again, and a complex emotion welled up in the Prime Minister's heart, a mixture of secret joy at the voice's approval and deep sorrow for his current situation.

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

"I will continue onward until every corner of this world is bathed in my fear," the Prime Minister said in a low, threatening voice, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light—a thirst for power and a fervent passion for the unknown.

As the Prime Minister finished speaking, the demon army ravaged the streets of Tokyo even more frantically.

They destroyed buildings, plundered resources, and left fear and despair deeply imprinted in the hearts of every survivor.

People fled in all directions, 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 demonic army seemed to be gods who ruled over everything.

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

Matt felt frustrated as he watched the monster that the island nation's prime minister had transformed into wreak havoc in Tokyo, but they were unable to take action because of Xia Ling's orders.

Even if they are American troops stationed on the island, as long as they keep an eye on the base for America, the lives and deaths of the island's people are none of their concern.

But how could he, who was deeply influenced by the Buddha's teachings, really ignore everything?

"No rush, Matt, it's not time for us to make our move yet."

Xia Ling spoke slowly and deliberately. He gently put down his pen, his gaze passing through the tightly closed window, as if he could pierce through the darkness and look directly at Tokyo, which was ravaged by demons.

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

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

Matt paused for a moment, then replied, "It's because we're optimistic about this economic market, allowing our country to continue to reap sufficient benefits from it."

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

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

"Perhaps this is a factional struggle between the gods within the island nation. How can we, as servants of the Holy Son, so easily intervene?"

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

Matt's voice carried a hint of resentment and anger.

"Matt, I know you're anxious, but you don't need to worry. We can just wait for the island nation to send someone over to ask us for help."

"But the island nation's government, including its prime minister, has been completely wiped out. Who would come to us for help?"

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

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

Upon hearing this, Matt's face showed a thoughtful expression.

"So, Chief, what should we do now?" Matt asked, his tone no longer showing the previous impatience, but rather a greater sense of composure.

"Let's wait and see," Xia Ling replied succinctly and forcefully. "What we need to do is remain vigilant and be prepared to deal with any possible changes. At the same time, we must closely monitor the situation inside the island and look for a suitable opportunity to intervene."

Matt nodded, but then raised a new question.

"Chief, under the current circumstances, although our troops have been baptized by the Holy Son and influenced by Buddhism, can they truly turn the tide and defeat these demons and monsters?"

Xia Ling slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the gloomy sky outside, seemingly pondering some profound question.

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

Our soldiers, baptized by the Holy Son and nurtured by the Dharma, have become incredibly resilient in spirit, and their strength has been imbued with divine attributes.

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

Upon hearing this, Matt nodded and said firmly, "Director, I understand. We will remain vigilant and be prepared to deal with any possible changes. At the same time, we will closely monitor the situation inside the island and look for a suitable opportunity to intervene."

Just then, a message appeared on Xia Ling's phone. Xia Ling opened it, glanced at it, and smiled.

"Chief, who sent this message?"

"Who else could it be but President Tony Stark?"

Matt curiously leaned closer and saw a brief and direct message on Xia Ling's phone screen: "The eradication of vampires in the country is basically complete, no need to worry."

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

"So the vampire problem in China has been solved. No wonder you're so calm, Director."

Xia Ling put away her phone, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Yeah, Tony may seem a bit unreliable most of the time, but he's actually quite dependable when it really matters."

"Chief, I expected the vampire problem to be resolved, but was the god of death behind them really so easily banished by the Holy Son?"

Matt's words made Xia Ling's expression turn serious. He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "The God of Death is indeed a troublesome existence. But the Holy Son's power is inexhaustible. Since he has decided to banish the darkness, then whether it's vampires or the God of Death, it's only a matter of time."

"But I'm still a little worried. After all, the god of death is in the shadows, and we are in the light. It's impossible to guard against him."

Matt said with concern.

Xia Ling patted Matt on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, Matt. As long as we do our jobs well, stay vigilant, and are ready to deal with any unexpected changes, that's enough. The Holy Son will guide us on the path forward, and he will protect us from the darkness."

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

Just then, Xia Ling's 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 this time?"

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

Xia Ling showed Matt her phone screen, which read: "According to reliable intelligence, an unknown force is manipulating the Prime Minister behind the scenes and has turned him into a demon."

Matt's eyes lit up after reading the information: "Director, isn't this exactly what you said? But, I hope Hill can find out who this force is."

"No rush, you'll find out soon."

Xia Ling glanced at Matt and then said.

"However, the preparations required are quite extraordinary."

(End of this chapter)