I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 905 - 593: 【Demon】vs Human_2

However, at this moment, no one cared about these things. When the derailed train rushed ahead, nobody cared if precious porcelain was crushed under the wheels.

"Follow my command!"

"Control!"

After the third attempt at control, the red light of [Control] lingered in the mind of the [Demon].

[Frost Mist Demon] became even more docile.

But Digdit was surprised to find that it wasn’t enough... still not enough!

This was still only a temporary control, not permanent conquest at all!

He had no choice but to take out the telegraph transmitter from his backpack and make a wireless call: "The Third Civilization branch has already been sacrificed, but the Spirit Essence is far from enough!"

"Inform the leaders of the 11th Civilization branch, we will arrive soon. Let them prepare for reception, no resistance allowed."

"Yes, sir."

Over the past five years, Digdit controlled quite a number of high-level civilizations.

At this moment, he issued the strongest command: when [Frost Mist Demon] arrives, do not resist, do not counterattack!

Even more so, these moles would create greater chaos in the city, allowing themselves to be slaughtered at the fastest speed.

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Another city.

The sun gradually set in the west, night fell, and the 11th branch of humanity was brimming with the joy of acquiring the Extraordinary Spark.

The TV inside was broadcasting fake news: "The Super Fortress we built in the city has completely destroyed the enemy, achieving a great victory!"

"The power of the Empire’s Destruction Cannon shook the entire Pangu Continent! All of humanity is rejoicing in this great war!"

AI-generated photos and videos appeared on the screen—a massive head smashed into several pieces, with blood flowing everywhere.

"Good news, our city has already acquired the Extraordinary Spark from other civilizations, and it’s being disseminated."

"From today onwards, everyone can gain a thousand years of life!"

That grey-haired elder said, "I declare, the army will have a month off! It’s time for a break."

"Victory?"

"This is victory?!"

All the city’s residents were immersed in a sea of happiness, unable to extricate themselves, and online, everyone was celebrating joyously.

...

Then, the terrifying darkness descended.

One tech enthusiast watching TV, listening to the inexplicable news, felt an absurd sense amidst the joy.

"That [Demon] was nothing after all, couldn’t withstand a hydrogen bomb?"

"We didn’t need five years of hard work at all."

"I want to travel around Pangu Continent... and then propose."

He suddenly noticed a particularly chilling cloud appearing on the horizon, ejecting a cold wind, freezing half of the city.

Lights disappeared on a large scale! Network communications were cut off, with only the news broadcast continuing to play bizarre good news: "We will send an expedition to investigate the corpse of this anomaly. This is the victory’s trophy!"

He couldn’t help but rub his eyes, staring in shock at the increasingly chilling winds and the absurd "victory declaration" on the TV.

In that instant, he thought he might be dreaming.

The terrible enemy seemed to be the long-publicized [Frost Mist Demon]?

Wasn’t it already killed by the "Empire’s Destruction Cannon"?

"Boom!"

A chilling chill suddenly attacked.

"Could it all be fake? Why?"

In that instant, his pupils dilated, and a strong anxiety surged in his heart.

He felt like a fish that had leapt from the long river of history, glimpsing a subtle truth: the small fish ahead had all died, the blood flowing into a river, and even the souls were stripped away.

While the small fish behind remained unaware, still singing and dancing.

Now, the scythe of death was about to swing at his head.

He should do something.

This tech enthusiast broadcasted a few electromagnetic waves in all directions: "[Frost Mist Demon] is slaughtering our city!"

"Fake! All of it is fake!!"

The next second, his history was ended.

His body froze, his soul completely stripped away by the dark wind, turning into the most basic Spirit Essence...

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"Gather all the Spirits and hand them over to me."

This time, [Frost Mist Demon] was much more obedient, its tentacles continuously collecting soul fragments like picking cotton.

Digdit injected more energy again.

Not enough, still not enough!

[Frost Mist Demon] was like a bottomless pit; no matter how many people’s souls were filled in, it could never be fully controlled.

It always broke free from its bindings and returned to freedom. Digdit found himself in a dilemma.

"I must keep a cool head!"

He thought, sweating profusely, as people’s lives had become a string of numbers, and the city beneath his feet was a frozen wasteland.

Unable to get Spirit Essence, [Frost Mist Demon] started frantically devouring corpses, squeezing out the last remaining energy, and the crunching sounds were especially loud in the cold night sky.

At that moment, the telegraph beeped: "Sir, the Super Fortress of the 11th Civilization has arrived at our city, inquiring where the [Demon] went?"

Digdit’s face changed, sending a coded message: "Reply to them, the [Demon] has been injured by us and fled to a distant place."

His mind raced, sweating like rain—it was a major incident!

"Once these Floating Fortresses discover I am controlling the [Demon] to destroy their city, these soldiers will definitely go mad and attack Lingbo City."

"I must completely control it! Then destroy these enemies!"

"Yes, I must [Control] it! Once it regains consciousness, all will be in vain!"

Once more, he made up his mind.