"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

Chapter 66 Hellish Scroll, Scarecrow (Seeking monthly votes)

Kacha.

Wan Tao got out of the car stiffly, feeling a slight numbness in his face.

Step by step, I walked to the ruins and finally confirmed that what I was seeing was the truth.

Yes, Mi Palace Blue Bay really exploded.

He seemed to see a fire dragon bursting forth directly from the ground.

The deafening roar still seemed to echo in my ears, and a moon shadow, distorted by the scorching air, hung in the night sky.

In the distorted moonlight, the remaining flames on the tree trunk emitted a faint red glow.

Instead of becoming a light source to illuminate the darkness, it adds to its deathly stillness.

"Captain, retreating 100 meters isn't enough—"

A faint voice came from behind him, and Wan Tao turned around to look at Liu Xing.

This guy looks so pathetic right now. His face is covered in dust and is even blacker than a coal miner's, and even his precious military uniform is tattered.

The two faced each other in silence for a long time. Wan Tao raised his hand to brush the dust off his shoulder, took a deep breath, and said, "Take a few good men and come down with me to see what's going on."

The power of that explosion was simply too great.

He even suspected that there might be a pure-blooded dragon lurking below, otherwise the power was something those four people couldn't have produced.

"it is good."

Liu Xing nodded silently, then called over a few men from the third squad. Fully armed, they followed Wan Tao into the lobby of Mi Palace Blue Bay.

No, it can no longer be considered a hall.

In their memory, the magnificent hall had vanished, the crystal chandelier above was gone, and even the entire roof of the hall was now bathed in moonlight.

The light illuminated a patch of scorched earth, a mix of black and gray, with wisps of white smoke rising from it.

Everything in the hall was reduced to rubble, billowing several meters high in thick black smoke until the explosion subsided and the debris settled amidst the ruins, with flames burning the valuable mahogany furniture.

The floor inside the hall had cracked, leaving only a mess and desolation, revealing a bottomless underground pit, and even the melted steel bars could be seen, which were in a liquid state like lava.

"Captain, don't tell me this explosion was caused by that kid you recruited," a guard said, his face twitching slightly. "I really don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either," Liu Xing complained. "It's too outrageous."

Without saying a word, Wan Tao attached the rappelling rope to the remaining half of the steel bar, jumped directly into the underground cavity, and completed the rappelling by grabbing the rope.

Soon they stepped onto solid ground, which should be the second basement level.

Kacha.

Liu Xing and the others also grabbed the ropes and quickly descended, but their feet struck something with a crisp sound.

"What is it?"

Liu Xing looked down and saw only a charred mess and a section of "twig".

Branches?

Only after he squinted and looked closely did he finally recognize its true appearance.

It wasn't a tree branch at all; it was clearly a human arm.

But what should have been powerful, strong arms can now only evoke two words.

Crispy.

The metaphor is somewhat chilling, but it is extremely apt: as dry as firewood.

"This is... a corpse?"

At his feet lay a corpse, completely carbonized, resembling a withered tree trunk.

"More than one," someone said dryly.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xing paused for a moment, then pulled down the four-eye panoramic night vision goggles on his helmet and clearly saw the scene in the darkness.

"this--."

Even the robust Liu Xing couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

A charred corpse, a charred corpse!

Before them lay countless mutilated corpses, so numerous they covered the ground, a dense and unsettling sight, and the stench of burning flesh was nauseating!

Those charred and ugly limbs, like twisted branches in full bloom, have transformed into a low-lying jungle.

It leaves a lasting visual shock in people's eyes, and freely paints a black picture, transforming into evil spirits crawling out of the ground, reaching out their arms to drag them down to hell.

The group fell silent for a moment, their gazes sweeping over the charred corpse at their feet. Their expressions gradually turned grim and suspicious, and they instinctively tightened their grip on their guns.

"They must have been the security guards responsible for this place, but it wasn't the flames that killed these people."

Wan Tao squatted down in front of the half-corpse, turned to look at the half-bodies rolling on the ground, and the withered and broken limbs, and said in a deep voice: "The cut is clean, a single blow was fatal."

Like the scythe of death, the cut is smooth, leaving no bone fragments; there is no pain, only the coldness of death.

Upon hearing this, the others also looked at the corpse and the traces left on the ground.

The walls and floor, as black as charcoal, were riddled with jagged grooves, stretching from one end of the passage to the other. "It was Qi Xiuyuan who did it. Only his Word of Power could accomplish something like this," Wan Tao said with certainty.

This silenced the others.

They had seen many more cruel and bloody things as well.

But they had never seen any scene like this before.

The lingering violence and ferocity lingered in the air, as if one could smell the blood gushing from the blade tearing through the body, and hear the cries of despair and fear of the security personnel before their deaths.

The air was thick with the scent of cold and death, making it clear with every breath. It was clear that death was not just a concept, but a real smell that existed on a olfactory level.

"How many people did he kill?" Liu Xing exhaled and whispered, "Captain, if I remember correctly, that kid was only fifteen years old, right?"

Shouldn't we take him to see a psychologist?

Snap—· Snap———·

Wan Tao silently took a step, and soon the sound of blood and mud underfoot echoed, sending a chill down one's spine.

On the pitted, pitch-black ground, there remained a shocking, desolate, dark red stain.

In the passage leading to the third level, they saw even more densely packed, charred limbs, like a scroll painting leading to hell, the sweltering, oppressive air almost suffocating them.

The group quickened their pace involuntarily, soon exiting the passage and entering the arena. Even when they saw the tall corpse in the distance, they were already somewhat numb.

Until they jumped into the pit in front of the corpse.

Click—·

Their military boots crunched on the grayish-white bones with a crisp sound, and they could smell the pungent, metallic scent of the enemy, so strong it seemed they could lick it with their tongues.

A cold wind blew in from somewhere, making them suddenly feel a chill, as if it had seeped into their hearts.

And in their dazed eyes, they could still see the reflections of many people.

The group seemed to be standing in a scorched forest, with countless scarecrows standing guard in front of them, posed in all sorts of strange and distorted positions.

An internal security guard walked stiffly to a scarecrow, squatted down, and pulled out a metal business card that hadn't yet melted from its body. He turned to Wan Tao, his lips twitching, and said, "The third son of the 84th generation of the Chen family."

"This belongs to the Zhang family."

"And the Song family too..."

Snapped!

"Depend on."

Wan Tao slapped himself across the face, enduring the urge for a long time before finally swearing, muttering, "This killer star... really is..."

It's true, not a single one was left alive!

Not only did they wipe out everyone in the Mi Palace, but they also killed all the mixed-bloods who participated.

"Captain, this body should be Kazuo Miyamoto."

Liu Xing, who had just stepped onto the stage, suddenly spoke up, picked up a letter from the corpse, walked up to Wan Tao, and handed it to him.

[We've left you the evolution potion. Besides that, there are some ledgers and experimental data. Remember to check the fourth floor; you should find what you need there. We're leaving now; it's too dirty, go back and take a shower.]

"Phew, at least they still have some conscience."

Upon seeing the contents of the letter, Wan Tao breathed a sigh of relief.

The "evolution drug" and experimental data are what those old guys need, and the "ledger" is probably a handle that Kazuo Miyamoto left for himself, enough to shut up those guys with guilty consciences.

This made things much easier for him.

However, the power of this word of power still seems somewhat puzzling—

With that thought in mind, Wan Tao turned the letter over, his eye twitching involuntarily.

[Xia Mi awakened the Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King, and combined with Chu Zihang's Word of Power: Lord's Flame, and my Word of Power, it has achieved its current power. As for why I didn't leave any survivors—I'm too lazy to think of one. You make up an excuse. Good luck.]

"These are... three monsters."

Wan Tao sighed deeply, but a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

After calming down for a moment, he took out his phone from his pocket, looked at the number in his contacts, paused subconsciously, but finally dialed it.

Beep beep...

"Xiao Taozi?"

An old man's voice came through the phone, hoarse but gentle and kind: "For you to call an old man like me, you must have killed them all, right?"

"Those old guys have called me, acting like they're here to interrogate me. But don't worry, I can help you, but on one condition."

Upon hearing this, Wan Tao paused for a moment, then blurted out, "What are the conditions?"

"Ask that young man if he's interested in coming to the military region."

The old man said slowly and deliberately, "Ask him if he dares to fight in a ring with that old bastard Angers' men."