Invade the World

  Chapter 467 Lin Xingjie Chapter 01

  Rashmika walks a dirt path in a Kolkata slum.

As far as the naked eye can see, a majestic Victorian-style memorial hall stands there. It is built of white marble and looks spotless. There are white pigeons flying in the air around it, and their feathers are falling. atmosphere;

   And under this building, beside the muddy river, there are large stretches of poor shacks. Dirty, colored raincloths cover the low shacks, like mushrooms that grow wildly after the rain.

  In this country, the poorest people and the richest people all live together in the cities, and heaven and **** are mixed in the earthly land.

  In the middle of the slum area, there is a railway, and occasionally a train will pass by, but there are several naked children running and playing on it;

The soil stepped on by the feet is yellow and turbid, the wet and muddy ground smells like excrement, livestock swagger through the narrow road, and piles of piles in the dirty corners are soaked by rain and the original color cannot be seen clearly The **** stands like hills, with countless flying insects lingering on it; and the residents living here face the sky as if they don't mind, sleeping soundly near the **** dump.

  Sometimes, she even felt that what she saw were corpses with no expressions. Those people had no soul in their flesh and blood, or they were taken away by the gods of the underworld, leaving only walking dead.

  Rashmika continued to move forward, and she could see that there were statues of different gods standing under the shade of trees by the roadside, all of which were Hindu gods that could be seen everywhere, with offerings of food or flowers placed around them.

   Among them, a blue-skinned goddess is the most conspicuous, with a string of heads hanging around his neck, a circle of human hands wrapped around his waist, and a scarlet tongue sticking out.

  The offerings around the goddess statue were not ordinary flowers and food, but a bowl of dark and viscous liquid. I don’t know what kind of livestock blood was in it. It gave off a fishy smell and attracted a bunch of flies. Seeing this, she frowned slightly.

   At this moment, Rashmika noticed that more than one line of sight was falling on him. The woman looked around and saw the dark skin and men's heads protruding from the shed. The eyes of this group of people only saw the indifference after seeing a figure that did not belong here, and the emptiness of not being able to see tomorrow.

   Rashmika subconsciously pulled down her turban to cover her young and beautiful face like a blooming flower.

  Different from ordinary Indian women, with the power of a god, she is not afraid of attacks, because even thousands of people are not her opponents. She just doesn't want attention.

  The group of believers, their eyes are all over the corner of the city, from the slums to the underground pipeline system...

   Must see that person as soon as possible, she thought, and immediately quickened her pace.

  After leaving the slums, there is a small busy commercial street. Several men are taking a bath at the public water point at the intersection. A female dog and several puppies are resting in the shade by the shop. Occasionally, passers-by will feed them with food.

  This is the old town, where you can see several old red houses, rickshaw pullers, yellow buses, and trucks full of fruits passing through the crowded roads with people coming and going.

Further on, there is the university surrounded by green lawns and iron fences, and then the white marble churches and memorial halls left by the colonists, as well as the skyscrapers standing tall in the center of the city; Show the side of the modern metropolis.

  Walking along the way, it's like walking past commemorative windows that record different ages, and it's like passing through doors leading to different worlds.

Rashmika walks into the Oriental Hotel in the city center, which is the oldest and most famous hotel in Kolkata. Political figures, celebrities, superstars and rich people from all over the world will choose to stay here. The magnificent hall decoration seems to verify this.

  The doorman showed her the direction of the elevator. Guests from all over the world gather in the hotel, and the top floor is a gathering place for the upper class. Along the way, she can see men and women frolicking in the middle of the pool with champagne, and the band is playing non-stop in the restaurant.

   "Excuse me, isn't Miss Lin here?"

  Rashmika rang the living room where the members of the Star Gazing Club were.

  After the door was opened, sitting in the center was a short figure, holding a book and reading it intently. Seeing that she was only a child at her age, Rashmika did not dare to underestimate her, and lowered her head in fear.

   "The president is on the bridge."

  The girl replied in a mature tone that didn't match her appearance age.

   "If she wants to see you, you will see her."

   "I...I see..."

  Rashmika took a deep breath, and after a short greeting, she immediately bid farewell to the famous Thai national teacher.

  …

   After that, she took a taxi to the Howrah Bridge.

  This is one of the busiest bridges in the world. The whole bridge is made of steel. The upside-down iron tower is connected to the stretched main bridge deck. Numerous steel arms pull the bridge up from the water.

   Then, as Luang Phor said, despite the heavy traffic and crowds on the bridge, Rashmika saw the person he was looking for at a glance.

  Because, she's sitting there—

   Sitting on the top of the bridge, overlooking the city.

  Rashmika pressed her chest and tried to calm her breathing; then, she threw off her turban and flew onto the bridge under the surprised eyes of the driver.

The moment she jumped onto the bridge, Rashmika suddenly felt a sense of astonishment; she couldn't believe it, the most well-known divine medium in the world, who is said to have the power to bring doom to all mankind, is called The woman of the "devil king" is now in front of me, within reach.

  However, instead of being afraid of the other party's strength and feeling respectful, Rashmika's first reaction after seeing her was to be overwhelmed by the amazing beauty and the dazzling elegance of her body.

Her long hair, as dark as night, was blown by the strong wind and fluttered backwards. A young girl in a light-colored windbreaker and jeans was sitting on the iron bridge, her slender legs were swinging casually on the beam; A cup of steaming coffee is like office workers everywhere.

What Rashmika saw in the other party was a kind of cold charm between the sexes, a kind of chicness and casualness that seemed to transcend this world... At this moment, she could hardly move her eyes. As if looking directly at the noon sun, I began to have the urge to cry.

   "It's Lashmika. Is there something wrong?"

  Lin Xingjie took a sip of his coffee, his eyes resting on the open river under the bridge.

   "...Miss Lin, this is a promised...gift."

   Rashmika managed to say this without stammering, and handed over the gift box he had prepared long ago.

  It was a sari made of tulle, embellished with gold and silver threads, depicting gorgeous patterns.

   "Oh, so beautiful." The long-haired woman praised, "Thank you."

"It's my honor."

   "By the way, since you're all here, let me talk to you by the way." The other party said, "I'm leaving here."

"leave…?"

  Rashmika raised his head in surprise.

"The reason why I stay here is only because there are talents worthy of my stop here. Singer Kan, the ascetic monk of the Stargazing Club, recommended you to me before he died. After meeting you , I think this is the most correct prediction he has ever made."

   "You, you think I have such value?" Rashmika just felt flattered.

   "Of course." She replied crisply, "So, I want to take you away. If you have a wish to tell me, then speak now."

   After a moment of silence, Rashmika lowered his head sadly.

   "The shadow sect in the **** power sect (Shakda sect)... Even among the many sects that hinder progress, it can still be called the most corrupt and depraved place; the claws of superstition are always entangled with us."

  "I heard before coming here that the ancient **** force believers would use the blood of living people to perform rituals to please the goddess they worship, and exchange death for blessing."

   "Yes... This is the so-called 'living sacrifice'. Most of the sacrifices in the ceremony are boys and young women. The believers believe that gods can experience joy in their pain..."

   Rashmika replied sadly.

"Finally, they will drink the blood of the sacrifices to share the joy together. In some extreme rituals, the believers will separate the flesh and blood of the dead, or cook and eat these victims, hoping that this way will be better. communicate the will to God."

   "Do these rituals still exist today? No one stops them?"

"No, the government... Whether it is the British in the past or the current federal government, they are resisting this barbaric and backward religious ceremony, but in some areas it has been repeatedly prohibited. What's worse, in recent years, the Shadow Sect With the support and encouragement, folk human sacrifices tend to intensify."

   With a trembling voice, Rashmika uttered a series of crimes:

"In Lucknow, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, a little boy was drilled in the head, cut his throat, and cut off his limbs. The prisoner didn't think he had done a bad thing at all. He felt that he was just using sacrifices. In exchange for the protection of the gods."

  “In the same city of Uttar Pradesh, a group of tenants who believed in cults secretly took away the landlord’s daughter who was less than one year old, and then dug a pit in the wild, trying to bury her alive…”

  “A couple was bewitched by a dark wizard and strangled their child to death in a ritual, and then the wizard released all the blood…”

   "What kind of **** would take pleasure in human suffering?! My companions and I really find this unbearable."

   "If it's just a human being, it's still within the scope of secular forces; but according to the fanatics and black wizards I have come into contact with, if they say that the 'real god' is about to come to the world—"

  Rashmika took a deep breath,

   "I would like to petition you to remove their claws on the world. But no matter what the outcome of this confrontation is, I am willing to represent my friends and offer my loyalty to the Stargazing Club and you."

  If the gods we believe in cannot protect us, then what about the real "gods on earth"?

  Rashmika is ready to give everything.

"It doesn't matter to others, all I need is your answer." The tone of the other party is still understated, "Actually, you are right, the 'True God' is not groundless, because the wizards of the Shadow Sect have come to look for me, we I also sensed the breath from them."

"what-"

  The Stargazing Society did not send people here with much fanfare. Knowing that the president himself appeared in Calcutta is a secret of a small number of people. Only Rashmika’s most trusted confidantes, they all have blood feuds with the Shadow Sect, and it is impossible to betray them. All that's left is...

   “I have only been in contact with the cabinet in New Delhi.”

   Which means, is there someone in the government colluding with the cultists...?

   "You guessed right." The chairman of the Stargazing Club has always been straightforward, "In the eyes of politicians, the so-called 'god' is not only a representative of religion, but also a symbol of national power."

  Rashmika shuddered in her heart. Of course she understood what the other party meant: Someone wants to make the evil **** worshiped by the shadow of the **** power faction a part of the country's deterrent force...

  Yes... at what cost?

  That **** lived by drinking human blood and eating human flesh! Is it necessary to carry out national sacrifices?

   Moreover, compared with the shadow sect that has taken root in the land and made a comeback, Lashmika can only be described as weak and weak. How can it win support?

   "Don't worry, I've already declined."

  As if seeing through her thoughts, Lin Xingjie put the coffee cup aside, stood up and stretched.

   "They are too ugly. Whether it is appearance, eyes or heart, they are all ugly, so they have been killed by my subordinates. If I want to deal with this group of people myself, I feel my hands are dirty."

   "In comparison..." The woman squinted her eyes and looked down at her, her tone rose slightly, and she said with deep meaning, "You are much better."

   “…Thank you for the compliment.”

  Rashmika was shy for no reason, and a red cloud floated on her snow-white and plump face.

  Speaking of which, it is clear that the "Master Demon King" in front of her is the real embodiment of beauty, she just feels ashamed of herself, but can it be said that...

  While she was thinking wildly, the other party took out her phone and found a photo. Lashmika saw sharply that it was a makeup photo she had taken before.

   "I heard that you used to be called 'the flower of the untouchables', right?"

  “…Yes, that was me when I was still in Bollywood. I used to feel lost all the time. It wasn’t until I awakened my power five years ago that I found what I wanted to do. Now I am no longer an actor.”

   "Really, what a pity."

  Lin Xingjie shrugged.

   "Then, just tell me your answer here, I just want to hear your answer."

   "Everything is according to your orders. I only hope that in my lifetime, the Shadow Sect and the gods they believe in can be uprooted from this land."

  Rashmika held the outstretched hand of the other party with both hands in a devout gesture, and stuck the cinnabar in the center of the forehead on the back of the other party's hand.

"very good."

   Lin Xingjie said.

   "The time is up, Rashmika. You made the right choice in time before the real disaster came. Congratulations."

What time?

  If Rashmika felt something, she turned her head in astonishment, just in time to see the outline of the shadow floating in the water:

It was a huge face, with facial features similar to those of a human woman, but with bluish-purple skin, the expression was extremely ferocious and ferocious, like a Rakshasa; the squirming lips were **** red, and the teeth underneath were like the sharp teeth of sharks as sharp.

Under this terrifying face, what grows is not a human body, but tens of thousands of arms, stretching upwards like dense vines; what hangs on the body is a necklace composed of circles of human heads, Howling horribly.

   This monster, which seemed to crawl out of hell, surfaced, and then swung its limbs and head like a fish, before sinking into the water again.

   During this rise and fall, a huge whirlpool appeared in the middle of the river, and the people who were washing and swimming by the water were all sucked involuntarily.

  Rashmika trembled all over.

how come…? !

  It... how could He appear here directly?

are you crazy? This is the city center of Calcutta... No, she almost forgot, that group of people were completely lunatics, and they couldn't be judged by common sense!

   "It seems that the wizards at least know the principle of 'strike first to be strong'."

   Witnessing the terrifying scene of the looming giant on the river, hearing the crazy roar from hell, all the vehicles and pedestrians on the bridge came to a standstill, and people screamed in terror one after another;

  In contrast, the woman standing in front of Rashmika, she—

   "But it's still stupid not to see the difference in strength between the two."

   smiled.

   "Ah, by the way, there is one more thing."

  The demon king stared at the evil **** in the water, like a hunter stalking his prey, and there was even a bit of joy in his eyes; her tone was understated.

   "—As the price for the complete destruction of the evil god, I will destroy a third of this city, don't you mind?"

"…certainly."

  Rashmika bowed his head again, his voice respectful and decisive.

  For a body that has festered to its roots, only by digging out the carrion can it be reborn; in this process, other intact parts are destined to be implicated and destroyed.

  God has come, and destruction is unstoppable.

  The only object of hope for her, her companions, and even the people of this city is right in front of her.

   "Angoumois, in the doomsday prophecy is the king of terror who descended from the sky. I have the qualification to manipulate it, so I am called the 'devil king'. I also heard that you are also the **** who destroys the universe and the three realms in mythology..."

  The long-haired woman straightened her arms, raised them to the sky, and pointed her fingertips at the center of the sky. Her voice revealed the joy of a warrior.

   "—So, who is more qualified to destroy the world, let's compare and see?"

  …

  In the clear sky, a thunderbolt exploded.

  On the calm Hooghly River, the white waves are surging, and the waves go straight to the sky, even surpassing the deck of the Howrah Bridge!

  The next moment, the entire bridge collapsed like a toppled building block, and a large piece of solid steel collapsed.

  The river roared to the shore, the figure of the evil **** stood tall in the overwhelming spray, and thousands of pale hands and feet swayed in the wind like the tentacles of a centipede;

At the same time, the incarnation of "Angelo Moore" that appeared in the thunderbolt rapidly expanded from the size of a drop of ink to a gigantic whale with a body length of several hundred meters. When the other party couldn't stand still, he quickly transformed into a giant standing upright, and punched the blue-faced and fangsed face with a fist.

   "Boom—"

  The sound of the collision of two giant beasts can be described as earth-shattering.

  The buildings and land on the bank of the river collapsed like cakes under the screams and horrified gazes of countless people. Whether it is a slum or a skyscraper, there is no difference at this moment.

The cracks spreading in all directions are spliced ​​into a huge crypt. It is like a black hole that collapsed after the celestial body was overwhelmed. It is gradually expanding in the center of Calcutta. It is enough to swallow everyone and everything in this city. The "hole"...

  (end of this chapter)