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Looking at the man beside him, Mo Si Tian Ma thought for a moment and asked seriously, "Infected people are also lives. Aren't you going to do anything about this? Are you just going to watch them be turned into zombies one by one?"

Hearing this, Yarman shrugged. "So now there's another reason to get rid of him."

"Is your alt account ready?"

“It’s been prepared for a long time,” Yarman said coldly, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “The only thing missing is the household registration. Once that’s done, it’ll be flawless! What about you?”

“Me? I’m almost there too.” Mostima’s lips also curled into a smile. In order to ensure that the Black Pharaoh could be kept, she had gone all out this time. She even rebuilt an entire time management system and created a large number of time inspectors.

As they walked and talked, the two soon arrived at the city center. Looking at the peaceful scene before them, Yarman paused slightly, saying with some surprise, "This place is so peaceful, it's really..."

"Bong!"

Before the words were even finished, a violent explosion occurred on a building, sending countless blue glass shards flying through the air. Illuminated by the starlight, they resembled a shower of light, a beautiful sight. However, what followed was far less pleasant, even somewhat terrifying.

Large chunks of flesh and blood rained down from the sky, scattering across the ground littered with shards of glass. And that wasn't all; soon, many more people jumped out through the large hole created by the explosion and fell to their deaths.

"...What are they doing?"

Mostima was stunned by the shocking scene of people lining up to jump off the building. What was going on? Why was the building being blown up and people jumping out of the hole one by one?

But the commotion stopped after a man dressed in a black robe and holding a scripture jumped down and died.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, the two exchanged a glance, and Mostima decisively said, "It must have been done by his men. Look at that person's clothes and the book in his hand!"

“…That move was indeed impressive!” Yarman nodded seriously. The book in the man’s hand carried a strong aura of the Dream Realm, and the man himself was also imbued with the same aura, so strong that Yarman even thought that this man was a pure native creature of the Dream Realm.

"Why did you have to believe that guy's nonsense?" he said, puzzled. "And why is the Black Pharaoh so skilled at using these methods? No wonder he's called the Black Pharaoh; that name is truly fitting. Exploiting loopholes in the law is his specialty!"

Yarman was quite helpless at this moment. He had actually tried his best to limit the abuse of the Dream Realm, such as restricting communication between the two worlds and restricting the Dream Realm God from freely entering and leaving the real space. The degree of restriction had reached the point where it could not continue. If it continued to be restricted, then the Dream Realm would be meaningless.

"Try to think positively, don't be like this." Mostima led Yarman to the side of the street. Looking at the blood-soaked scene in front of her, she said helplessly, "Such a useful and powerful thing will inevitably be abused in the end. No matter how much it is restricted, there will always be people who find ways to exploit loopholes."

"Think about it, even a kitchen knife, which was created to cut vegetables, can be used as a weapon to kill people. And antibiotics, because they are so useful, are also abused."

“That being said, but…” Yarman looked at the scene before him, his feelings complicated. “Black Pharaoh, Black Pharaoh, how come he was able to find the loophole so quickly and use it right away!”

“Take a close look at that person holding the book. Do you think he’s even human? Now that I look closely, he’s not human at all! He’s just a flesh and blood puppet made of Originium and spiritual energy!”

With a quick scan using her senses, Mostima detected the last trace of Dream Realm energy and information on the corpse. She shook her head. "Are you going to tell Rhodes Island? I'm starting to suspect that his subordinates..."

"You mean his cult is all like this? Whatever." Yarman shook his head. The situation in the lower city seemed even worse than here; the Doctor and the others must already know. "Do you still want to keep wandering around?"

"Forehead……"

Hearing this, Mostima was taken aback. She was about to suggest going to eat, but looking at the blood and flesh scattered all over the ground, along with all sorts of bizarre internal organs, she sighed and said, "Let's go get something to drink."

"Let's talk about dinner later."

"Whatever you say, it's fine." Yarman nodded indifferently. He wasn't disgusted by the horrifying scene before him; he was disgusted by the Black Pharaoh's attempts to exploit loopholes and use the dreamscape, which had accumulated a massive amount of biological consciousness information and mental power, to create trouble.

Why can't they think of something better? They have to create these flesh-and-blood puppets, these monstrosities that combine fantasy and reality.

This is great! Yarman had already predicted that more and more people would follow this direction in the future, especially that group of information aggregators.

Terra is likely to become increasingly chaotic in the future.

Chapter 177: The Black Pharaoh's First Move

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at the cordoned-off scene not far away, slowly picked up his coffee cup, and took a small sip of his latte. "I have to say, their coffee is really good, much better than Canaan's. Compared to this, Canaan's coffee is practically dishwater."

“You can’t say that. They’re just not good at making coffee,” Mostima said while taking a sip. “But their duck poop-flavored milk tea is pretty good.”

"It sounds really weird."

“But they did succeed, and they did it very well,” Mostima said calmly. She thought for a moment, “I remember they even gave it a special name, Canaan Milk Tea.”

"Never mind, it doesn't matter." Yarman shook his head. He didn't care about this. He was more concerned about the black-robed man who was still lying on the ground, being examined by several forensic doctors. He didn't think the Black Pharaoh would be so kind as to let this person die like this. There must be some other use for him!

For example, things like zombies turning into zombies or explosions.

"Bong!"

"...[Letanian profanity]!" Yarman couldn't help but swear as he watched the sudden explosion that instantly turned the forensic doctors and law enforcement officers standing guard around him into a bloody mess, and riddled the outer group of people with bullets.

Blood and flesh were blasted all over the floor and even splattered onto the glass windows of their cafe!

Looking at the suddenly mangled window, Yarman slowly put down his coffee cup and waved to the waiter not far away, "Please find us a new table."

"Okay, sir and madam, please follow us." The waiter, suppressing his fluster, smiled and led the two to a table away from the window, serving them a fresh cup of coffee.

Seeing the panicked crowd in the restaurant, Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance. He calmly said, "If the city center is already like this, I wonder what the outer city is like!"

"You can ask the doctor about that; I remember they went to the outer city."

…………

"Amiya, bow your head!"

"Bong!"

The Doctor held Amiya tightly, protecting her firmly beneath his body. Behind him, an Infected suddenly exploded, its Originium crystals turning into shrapnel that shot out like bullets, creating deep holes in the ground.

"hiss……!"

The doctor couldn't help but gasp. He felt as if he had been hit by countless bullets. The immense force made him stagger. Fortunately, his clothes were puncture-proof and were not pierced by the Originium crystals. However, with this kind of force, there would definitely be several bruises on his back.

"Doctor!" Amiya cried out in alarm as she heard the doctor inhale.

"I'm fine!" The Doctor straightened up and looked at the streets around him, which were now in chaos. Without hesitation, he picked up Amiya and ran as fast as he could towards the distance.

He wasn't worried about being killed; his body was much stronger than before. But Amiya was different. This kind of chaotic battle was the most dangerous for mages; no one knew where a fatal bullet might come from.

As he ran, he pulled out his walkie-talkie and began issuing orders: "Everyone on Rhodes Island, immediately disengage from the battlefield! The assembly point is the south gate buffer zone on the edge of the inner city!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone and ran out, shoving aside several infected people around him as he sprinted towards the south gate. Behind him, all the infected people began to go berserk!

After struggling to shake off the infected behind them, the Doctor finally brought Amiya to the South Gate buffer zone, where many operators were already waiting.

After setting Amiya down, the Doctor breathed a deep sigh of relief. He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Yarman's number. He felt that this matter was most likely related to the Black Pharaoh.

He originally didn't want to get involved in this matter, but the Black Pharaoh used those infected to cruelly transform them into unknown monsters. In his final moments, he looked back at those "people" who had been completely devoured by Originium, which sent chills down his spine.

The last one like this was Mephistopheles' host!

"Doctor, those people...are they infected?"

“No.” The doctor shook his head. He glanced at Amiya, then at the panicked crowd, and said heavily, “They used to be human, but now they are no longer human.”

"Notify Dr. Kal'tsit that Rhodes Island will be involved in this matter," the Doctor said to Amiya. At the same time, he picked up his phone and said seriously, "Let me gather some intelligence first!"

…………

"How much longer until we reach New Sicily?" The Black Pharaoh sat atop his chariot, holding his scepter, gazing silently into the distance. Upon hearing this, the members of the Order immediately knelt on the ground.

"Pharaoh, we'll be there in a day at most!"

"Hmm... I understand!" The Black Pharaoh gazed quietly into the distance, his scepter flashing with magical light, like a light collector absorbing the light of stars. The surrounding Originium particles resonated continuously, and a massive amount of energy condensed on his scepter.

Using this energy, the Black Pharaoh attempted to connect to the energy network of Terra, and with the help of the energy network, he connected back to the star, and finally completely connected to the main body of the small world in the Dream Realm.

Feeling the almost inexhaustible power within his body, the Black Pharaoh revealed a joyful smile. He slowly opened his arms, and terrifying energy and spiritual power radiated outwards, seeping into the bodies of the cult members and the high-energy stone worms.

Instantly, the infiltrated creatures began to undergo strange changes. The bodies of the cult members began to change, their muscles began to proliferate, their bones began to increase and become more complex, and the content of Originium in their bodies also increased, yet they remained extremely stable without any problems!

As for the high-energy stone worms, their color became even darker, almost turning blackish-red. The high-energy stone areas on their backs grew larger and larger, rising and falling and trembling with their breathing, as if they were about to explode at any moment!

Looking at the increasingly inhuman members of the cult and the ever-growing high-energy stone worms, the Black Pharaoh began to laugh. He said to the cult members around him, "Forward, my warriors, conquer the city before us, and I will grant you boundless power, and even... immortality!"

"Victory, Pharaoh!" ×n

"Hahahahaha!"

The Black Pharaoh became even more excited. He laughed loudly at the sky, and terrifying energy and spiritual power spread outwards, dyeing the entire sky a black and red color. Streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds!

"My soldiers, my warriors! Rise up!"

The Black Pharaoh slowly raised his staff, and suddenly a huge black and red hole was torn open in the sky, revealing a terrifying scene behind it. A huge figure in black robes sat behind the hole, quietly watching the world before him!

Boundless energy, spiritual power, and information surged from the giant hole and crashed into the desert. Immediately afterward, the desert began to surge, and soldiers clad in heavy armor and composed entirely of sand slowly rose from the desert. As they stood up, their sand and stone bodies instantly transformed into flesh and blood!

After the last soldier stood up, the hole slowly closed, and the world returned to normal. However, suddenly, 3 strange desert soldiers wearing heavy armor appeared on the earth!

"My warriors! Follow me into battle!"

Chapter 178: After considering all aspects, this matter will not work.

"Instead of arguing with me here, why don't you go and talk to the city hall of New Sicily about this?" Yarman held his phone, took Mostima's hand, and walked leisurely forward. "Talking to me about this is useless. Your Rhodes Island family can't stop His army."

"Alright, that's all for now. I'm hanging up now. Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Yarman said calmly, "The doctor suddenly asked me how to deal with those people, and also asked me to deal with those creatures. How could I possibly do it? I just reached an agreement with that guy. What if he goes to extremes and causes chaos all over the world?"

“So you’ve decided to have your alt account take him out,” Mostima said slowly, looking at him. “But the prerequisite is that you do a good job of hiding and don’t give yourself away.”

“It’s definitely impossible for him to be exposed!” Yarman said confidently. To be precise, his alternate account should be his independent clone. Apart from the most basic master-servant relationship, it has no other relationship with his main body. Even the other party’s strength is completely independent of his and has nothing to do with his strength.

"But what about your white gloves? Are you ready? Don't let it slip later!"

“How could I possibly be exposed!” Mostima raised an eyebrow and immediately retorted, “I won’t be making a move this time; it’s my subordinates who will do it. It has nothing to do with me!”

"...Your men? Where did you get your men?"

“I just finished this two days ago.” Mostima shrugged indifferently. “I can’t let those people think about how to rush into the River of Time all day long. After all, I’m in charge of the River of Time now. Anyone can come and wander around without any danger. That’s not a good idea.”

"So, how many cameras did you put inside?" Yarman asked curiously, while simultaneously connecting his senses to the River of Time and beginning to examine the people Mostima had left inside.

Slowly exploring, Yarman said with some confusion, "Why haven't I seen a single one? You wouldn't... wait, [Letanian profanity]! Just how much world essence have you used behind my back! Look at all these probes, what's going on?!"

Hearing this, Mostima felt a little embarrassed. She downplayed the issue and said, "It's not a lot. I only made a little bit, and I didn't use much. Besides, this is the River of Time, such an important river of laws. Aren't you willing to spend a little more money?"

"This is not just about spending a little more money!" Yarman was dumbfounded. If it were just a large number of people, that would be one thing, but the key was that the group of inspectors in the very center. Their auras clearly indicated that they were not weak. After a careful inspection, he found that each of them was at the level of a legendary wizard!

"And why do these people look so much like the war machines I placed in Canaan?"

"I only borrowed from it," Mostica said somewhat awkwardly. In order to pull out the whole system as soon as possible, she didn't polish many things, such as the appearance of the inspectors, the intelligence of low-level inspectors, and the inspectors' work areas and rules.

This is the result, but after all, it cost so much of the world's essence, so it is indeed usable. This time, she plans to use the Black Pharaoh's physical form to test whether the blade she forged is sharp or not.

This time, there will probably be three Grand Inspectors descending to kill the Black Pharaoh, working in conjunction with Yarman's clone. As long as their coordination can keep up with Yarman's clone in the end, then she will have succeeded.

I hope this time it will be successful, otherwise I'll have to destroy everything and start all over again.

Mostima thought to herself, then slowly looked at the strange Yarman beside her, and suddenly smiled, "Yarman, do you still have any of the world's origin here? Can I...?"

"You want more?!" Yarman was also surprised. He pulled Mostima aside and said seriously, "Tell me first how much you want. Let me tell you, Terra doesn't have much source energy left. What's left is the necessary source energy to maintain the world's operation and a little bit of emergency reserve source energy!"

"This... just a little bit, just a little bit."

“…Like this.” Yarman took out a cube from his pocket and put it in her hand. “This is the last piece of primordial condensate I can give you. I don’t have any more.”

"it is good!"

…………

New Sicily City Hall.

"We advise you to immediately enter a state of emergency and prepare for war." The doctor looked at Rupert, who was dressed in a suit and tie, and earnestly advised, "A demon god is really coming to invade!"

“I know, I know,” the Lupo said calmly. He pushed a cup of tea toward the Doctor with a warm smile on his face. He said with a smile, “We already know about Rhodes Island’s philosophy. I admire your compassion, but you should also see my position.”

"Do you know how much loss would occur if New Sicily were to shut down for even a day? Syracuse cannot accept the shutdown of New Sicily; even if it were to shut down, it would require Her Majesty the Queen's order."

"I am just a lowly city garrison officer; I have no authority to stop the city of New Sicily."

Looking at the candid Rupert, the Doctor was at a loss for what to do. Rupert was so frank that he couldn't argue with him at all. Rupert's reasons were too convincing!

Kal'tsit, sitting to the side, was also very frustrated. The other side was clearly willing to cooperate with them, but they were absolutely unwilling to let New Sicily City enter a state of emergency.

Rupert was also troubled by these people. He had made it very clear that he was against the city of New Sicily entering a state of emergency for political reasons. This matter involved too many things, and he dared not do it. He was already fifty-nine years old and would retire in a few years.

He no longer expects to be promoted to the next level before retirement. He just wants to keep his current benefits, retire peacefully, return to his hometown, sell a large plot of land, and then enjoy his old age with his wife and children.

So this time, upon receiving news from Rhodes Island, he immediately dispatched his men to verify it and reported the matter to higher authorities, instructing operators to receive information from Sicily 24/7. He then began to reassure the public, ensuring normal commercial activities along the shipping route continued, while secretly maintaining vigilance.

This was the limit of what he could do after weighing his own interests with those of the country. As for the rest... he couldn't do anything else. At most, he could activate civil defense facilities and be ready at any time.

Sitting on the sofa, the doctor gave a wry smile. He stood up helplessly, shook hands with Rupert who had also stood up, and said with a sigh, "I hope the city lord can take this seriously."

“We will definitely handle this matter properly.” Rupert said earnestly, uttering a standard statement. He paused slightly, then shook his head helplessly. “Please believe me, I’m retiring soon, you know that?”

Hearing what the other party said, the doctor nodded in understanding. It was clear that the other party wanted to get through this matter safely and retire peacefully back to their hometown. They would definitely take this matter seriously and coordinate with various parties.

Sigh, this time it should be much more comfortable to cooperate than the last time in Longmen.

The PhD student tried to find a bittersweet moment, thinking, "There's nothing I can do about it; the world is just like that, and I just hope the outcome is good."

Chapter 179: Kal'tsit, I'm writing the annual biological assessment report