I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

After Isaac finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Junjie.

Everyone wanted to know what would happen in two months.

Qian Mengxun was no exception.

Although she had long suspected that Chen Junjie was just a puppet put forward by Wang Wei, she still needed to see for herself to know for sure.

Chen Junjie remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Since you want to know, then I will make a deduction."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the young man with his eyes closed.

"Hmph." A discordant voice rang out, and Wang Qiang said coldly, "Playing tricks."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li immediately retorted, "Stone Man, what are you yelling about! Do you still want to drink my holy water?"

"Fuck your mother!" Wang Qiang roared in fury, his face turning a deep liver color.

Being sprayed with saliva in public would make anyone lose their composure.

However, before Wang Qiang could continue his tirade, Chen Junjie suddenly underwent a change.

A halo emanated from his body, standing out starkly against the blood-red rain.

Immediately afterwards, the light spread outwards like a tide.

Wherever the halo passed, the blood rain instantly evaporated.

The blood-red clouds in the sky split open.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps, shining on everyone.

Immediately afterwards, nine-colored petals materialized in mid-air and surrounded Chen Junjie.

Isaac and the others stared wide-eyed.

They didn't sense any supernatural fluctuations, but the strange phenomenon appeared right before their eyes!

Wang Qiang, who had initially been dismissive, subconsciously took a step back.

"Could it really be true?" He swallowed hard.

This scene is terrifying.

Even Qian Mengxun was somewhat hesitant.

She had been by Wang Wei's side for so long, yet Wang Wei, knowing nothing would happen, made no move.

Chen Junjie, on the other hand, made an astonishingly large commotion.

"Buzz—"

A soft sound came from the horizon.

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached deep into the heart.

Everyone present felt refreshed upon hearing the sound, as if every pore was opening up.

The fatigue from days of fighting vanished in an instant.

Flowers rained down from the sky, and chants of Buddhist hymns descended from heaven.

"Holy crap—" Fatty Li's eyes widened as he muttered to himself, "Is this kid serious?"

But at that moment, Chen Junjie suddenly opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

The next instant, all the strange phenomena vanished—the petals dissipated, the halo receded, and the blood rain poured down again.

Everything returned to normal, as if what had just happened had never occurred.

"Disaster is coming."

Chen Junjie spoke calmly.

His voice wasn't loud.

Strangely, as soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding rain of blood paused briefly.

Thousands upon thousands of raindrops hung motionless in mid-air.

"Disaster...disaster is coming?" Isaac snapped out of his shock, his voice trembling. "Prophet, what does this mean?"

"Prophet, what is the calamity you speak of?" the priests couldn't help but ask.

Everyone present stared intently at Chen Junjie with curious eyes.

Chen Junjie took a deep breath and glanced at everyone. "Heavenly secrets cannot be easily revealed. If you want to know, you'll have to pay extra."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions were priceless.

Fatty Li looked at Chen Junjie with a suspicious expression.

This style is so Wang Wei-esque!

However, to everyone's surprise, Isaac immediately said, "We'll go back now and come back with full sincerity."

With that, he bowed respectfully, turned, and flew away.

The other seven followed closely behind.

Eight foreign superhumans arrived and departed in a hurry.

Chen Junjie glanced at the group and said, "Let's go."

As he spoke, he suddenly accelerated and flew forward.

With eight of them in the pit, he was starting to lose control.

Unfortunately, these were all instructions given by Wang Wei, so he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Qian Mengxun's expression kept changing.

She was also unsure whether Chen Junjie was a puppet or had truly advanced to godhood.

She took a deep breath and followed.

No matter what, if it's fake, it will eventually be exposed.

---

Luofeng Village is a remote rural village within the territory of the Dragon Kingdom.

Before the catastrophe, this place had a population of just over a thousand.

The houses on the ground have long been destroyed, leaving only ruins standing silently in the blood rain.

But beneath the village lies a completely different scene.

The old cellars left over from the war years were dug up and connected by the villagers, forming a complex underground space.

The cellar is not deep, at most three meters deep, but it is well-connected, spreading out like a spider web.

In a dark cave, hundreds of villagers huddled together.

The air was so thick and polluted that it was hard to breathe.

The musty smell, the stench of sweat, and the odor of excrement mixed together to create a nauseating stench.

Deep inside the cellar, in a spacious area, several old-fashioned oil lamps hang on both sides of the earthen walls.

The air was filled with the strong smell of corpse fat.

A dozen or so foreign superhumans sat together.

"A bunch of idiots," the bald man in the lead said smugly. "Those people eat people in the big cities of China, it's no wonder they've been targeted."

"Hehe, Third Brother is right!" A skinny man with an orange headscarf immediately flattered, "Third Brother is truly wise."

The bald man was flattered and became quite arrogant. "There's an old saying in China: 'The greatest hermit lives in the court, the lesser hermit lives in the wilderness.'"

"We call this 'hidden in the wilderness.' No matter how powerful the superhumans in China are, they can't afford to bother with such remote places."

"Third Brother, what are we having for dinner today?" The skinny man rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

The bald man thought for a moment and said, "Go, pick a young one."

"Alright!" The skinny man stood up and walked excitedly toward the cellar passage.

A burst of laughter came from behind:

"Third Brother is so particular!"

"Freshly slaughtered food is the freshest!"

"Yes, yes, we can't be like those people who kill them all at once, otherwise the meat won't be fresh."

The skinny man walked into the dark passage.

The passage was narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, and an oil lamp hung every few meters on the earthen walls on both sides, its light flickering.

He came to a wooden door, pushed it open, and the light from the oil lamp shone into the cave dwelling.

The cave dwelling was small, only about 20 or 30 square meters, but it was crammed with hundreds of people.

Men and women, young and old, were pressed tightly together.

The air was thick with the stench of body odor and an atmosphere of despair.

The skinny man twitched his nose, then quickly covered it with his hand.

His gaze swept across the crowd.

Then, he reached out and grabbed a woman in her twenties.

"Don't eat me!" the woman cried out in terror, her voice hoarse. "Please... don't eat me..."

"Not eat you?" the skinny man grinned. "Then who should we eat? The old man next to you? Or that kid over there?"

The woman's lips trembled, her gaze swept over the people around her, and she couldn't utter a word.

"Let's go." The skinny man exerted a little force and dragged the woman away like a dead pig.

As the wooden door closed, the cave dwelling was plunged into darkness once more.

After a while, a child's voice rang out from inside the cave, "Grandpa, will someone come to rescue us?"

In the darkness, the old man's hand groped for his granddaughter's small hand and held it tightly.

"Yes, it will," the old man said, his voice hoarse. "It definitely will."

When are they arriving?

The old man paused for a moment.

he does not know.

All he knew was that people were being dragged away every day and never came back.

It seems that people outside have forgotten about them.

"Soon."

He didn't want the little girl to know.

Perhaps no one will come at all.

The little girl was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Grandpa, when are Mom and Dad coming back?"

The old man's hand froze. He didn't answer.

The little girl waited a long time but didn't get an answer, so she asked again, "Grandpa?"

"They..." the old man's voice choked, "They went to a very far place."

"When will they be back?"

The old man hugged the child tightly. "They'll be back when it's light."

The little girl's voice was weak, "Grandpa, I'm going to sleep for a bit. When I wake up, it will be dawn..."

"Sleep, sleep," the old man murmured. "Don't be afraid. At worst, Grandpa can hold on for you for another day..."

.....

Soon, the woman was dragged over.

A dozen or so superhumans glanced at her.

"She's the one." The bald man nodded.

"Alright!" the skinny man replied, lightning gathering in his palm and crackling.

But just as he was about to make his move—

"boom--"

A deafening roar exploded above the heads of these superhumans!

The top layer of soil in the entire cellar was ripped off, and blood rain poured down instantly.

Hundreds of figures stood in mid-air, exuding murderous intent!

"Oh no, it's a superhuman from China!"

"Run!"