From Prisoner to Si Chen

The four Golden Guards were divided into teams of two.

The two people in front each held a square steel shield more than 1 meter long and half a meter wide, protecting the left and right sides of the carriage. The latter two were holding a long-barreled submachine gun full of heat dissipation holes, and while running with the carriage, fired in the direction of the police station and garrison.

Ta-ta-ta!

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! !

The bullets passed through the street, hitting the Davidia trees, street lamps, walls and even the figures hiding behind like water.

There was a muffled popping sound, accompanied by screams.

In the carriage, Colonel Jordan hugged his cane and leaned on the leather seat, his eyes lowered as if he was asleep. In fact, he was watching all this indifferently.

Not long after.

The group of people arrived at Haddonfield Street, a slum area. The carriage, escorted by soldiers, successfully entered the Brak Cork Brothers scrap station.

The colonel alighted from the carriage, followed by his adjutant and four gold guards.

Several huge bombing craters were left in the originally empty scrap yard. Mud and rocks were scattered, and debris and debris were everywhere. The three-story office building had collapsed, and the adjacent warehouse area on the right was also razed to the ground.

Only the hornbeam tree in the open-air courtyard survived the war.

It stands here quite conspicuously.

Under the tree, the old well is still there.

A team of about twenty people had already gathered around the outside of the warehouse area in advance, and the leader, Captain Hu Zha, strode towards them.

Colonel, there's something weird here.

As he spoke, he pointed to a bombing crater not far from the hornbeam tree in the open-air courtyard behind him.

I sent two groups of soldiers down the pit, but they were never heard from.

Bunker? Colonel Jordan narrowed his eyes, then shook his head. There's no point in building a bunker here.

Holding his black cane, he walked slowly to the pit and looked down.

Soon, the colonel's expression changed.

Because he saw that under the pit eight or nine meters deep, there was a hexagonal coffin lying on the ground.

The surface of the coffin seemed to be painted with densely packed red circular strange symbols, and it was tightly bound with several arm-thick iron chains.

But even so, there was still a big hole in the thick wooden cover.

A square, simple tombstone made of gray and black stone stood in the center of the coffin, as if it had grown out of the inside!

Damn it! Colonel Jordan seemed to recognize the origin of the tombstone, turned to the adjutant and shouted: Flashlight!

Yes, sir! The adjutant quickly took out an iron square box and handed it to the colonel.

Colonel Jordan shook the iron square box twice and pressed the top button.

Click.

The circular lamp mouth in the center of the square box flashed twice, making a hissing sound, and then projected a gentle halo of dim light, shining straight into the depths of the pit.

Under the light of a flashlight, the gray-black tombstone revealed the scarlet writing on it:

Sabotey Louis, 1770-1912.

'Nightmare Monument'! The colonel tightened his grip on the square box flashlight, leaned back reflexively, and said in a hasty tone: Damn it! How could there be such a thing here?!

He regained his composure and turned the flashlight.

The light swept around the tombstone again.

However, I saw that there were cracks in the uneven wall behind the tombstone, and water was slowly seeping out, so that the entire pit was quite wet and covered with moss.

It looks like it's been there for some time.

Colonel Jordan quickly took a step back and turned off his flashlight.

He looked ugly, turned his head, and said to the adjutant in a serious tone:

Hurry up and call the staff and notify the occultists accompanying the army to come!

Yes, sir!

The adjutant was startled. Seeing the colonel's reaction, he knew that the matter was not simple, so after responding, he quickly turned around and left.

After a while.

A middle-aged man wearing a shirt, trousers, glasses and a short top hat, dressed as a scholar, quickly arrived at the scene under the leadership of the adjutant.

Mr. Pichai, please.

Colonel Jordan nodded at him.

Serve the Federation, as you should.

The occultist named Pichai hummed and took the flashlight from the adjutant. He immediately walked to the edge of the pothole and observed it for a long time by the light of his flashlight. Then he turned around and nodded solemnly to the colonel.

Yes, your judgment is correct, this is a 'Night Monument'!

Mysticist Pichai said solemnly.

I personally suggest that you send someone to temporarily block this area and don't let anyone get close... Judging from the distorted vision below, it has only been activated recently. If more people are swallowed by it, it is likely to This causes the full miasma to 'transform' and erupt into 'nightmare' pollution that is difficult to contain by humans.

Yeah. Colonel Jordan responded with a frown. I know.

Of course he knew how difficult this was.

I still remember that when I was young, I was studying at the Ivory Military Academy in Brand, the capital of the Owina Federation, and I had read several top-secret disaster incident records.

The cause of the disaster is the Nightmare Monument!

This terrifying thing born from the mysterious realm has been studied by countless scholars for hundreds of years, but in the end they could not figure out the root cause of its appearance.

All that is known is that the Nightmare Monument will grow from the body of the dead mysterious person.

The more powerful the mysterious person is, the more terrifying the nightmare monument growing from his body will be. If left untreated, it can even wipe out an entire city's creatures.

If it is true as Pichai said, once the Nightmare Monument in front of him has swallowed enough lives to cause the 'Nightmare Qi' to explode, then even occupying Brak City will be meaningless, because this place will only become a dead land.

The 10th Golden Army led by him only had one brigade with a strength of 2,000 people. It came for the purpose of raiding this small border town and had no preparation for dealing with such a high-risk mysterious incident.

There is no dedicated mystery team.

McCardy! Colonel Jordan shouted over his shoulder.

The Captain Hu Zha ran over quickly and gave a military salute.

Have your people blockade the scrap yard and don't let anyone get close.

The colonel held the black cane tightly and said solemnly.

When Brak City is completely occupied and the large forces arrive, I will communicate with my superiors and have people hand over to you. Then I will open this area.

Yes, sir!

Captain Hu Zha responded.

He turned around and was about to give orders to the soldiers, but the next second——

boom!

The piercing sound of gunfire suddenly sounded.

The captain tilted his head and fell to the ground. There was a blood hole in the temple area on the side of his forehead, and blood was pouring out.

Colonel Jordan saw the bearded officer in front of him being shot dead. He was startled for a moment, and then tilted his head with a cold face.

On the outside of the open-air courtyard, a soldier was seen holding a rifle with a face full of hatred, and green smoke was coming out of the muzzle.

But soon, the soldier fell to death at the gunpoint of another soldier.

Bang bang bang! !

In an instant, there was a loud burst of gunfire.

The remaining twenty-odd soldiers started killing each other, and a few turned their guns and actually pulled the trigger on the colonel.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! !

The four golden guards immediately stood in front of the colonel, raising their square steel shields like a copper wall.

The bullet hit the shield, bounced off, and sparked.

Protect sir! the adjutant shouted in surprise and anger. Mr. Pichai, come here quickly!

The occultist accompanying the army was surprised by the sudden accident, but he reacted quickly and quickly hid behind the guard's shield.

He adjusted his glasses, stared hard, and suddenly said to the colonel in a deep voice:

It's a commotion caused by the devil! I saw it!

Do you have any idea?

Colonel Jordan glanced at the chaos in the open space ahead through the gap between the shields, and said expressionlessly.

Pichai took a deep breath and nodded.

Forgive me that I can't do anything about the 'Nightmare Monument', but I can still manage to expel a devil.

Then leave it to you, Mr. Pichai.

The colonel's expression softened.

But then two more gunshots came from the ruins of the building behind.

Bang bang! !

The adjutant and the occultist both let out a scream, and the two of them fell down at the colonel's feet with a thud.

Behind each are three bloody holes.

The colonel's expression changed and he turned to look.

But he saw a tall figure jumping down from the ruins at an extremely fast speed, heading towards him like a ghost!

The opponent was holding a ferocious and shiny ax in his hand!

Under the brim of the hat, there is a pair of dark, crazy eyes!