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The soil around him rose up, layer upon layer of grave dirt piling on, beginning at Jill’s legs and gradually covering him.

Jill’s pupils dilated, clearly the almighty Lord could not ensure his safety.

Soon, the grave dirt had buried him up to his neck. In his last field of vision, Jill saw evil spirits, one after another, slowly approaching from all around the base.

Some had horns on their heads, others had eyes as red as blood, some had long hair that trailed to the ground, and some held lanterns, funeral banners, or urns—each emitted a chilling aura.

With their steps came murmurs, howls, and whispers. The air filled with a suffocating coldness.

The night deepened, and in the very last moment, Jill was terrified to see a dragon and phoenix flower sedan chair drifting towards him, which was his final consciousness.

Because the grave dirt had completely buried him, turning him into a solitary grave, forever left within this base.

…

Inside the base.

Moritz, who had been resting, was already awakened by the alarm.

He rushed out in his pajamas, not even having time to change his clothes, and bumped into Field Operations Chief Mahat.

“What happened? Has the base been attacked? Is it the Jieke Group?”

Upon seeing Mahat, Moritz immediately asked about the situation. He had just arrived in a hurry and hadn’t grasped the details yet.

“Director Moritz, we’re in big trouble this time.”

Field Operations Chief Mahat’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his palms were still slightly trembling, his eyes filled with an indelible fear.

“Could it be that the Jieke Group has launched an attack and deployed Super Soldiers? Hurry up and use heavy artillery. Are the enemies attacking from the front or tunneling underground? But no matter how the enemy approaches, we must make them suffer this time.”

Moritz was not very fearful, his eyes instead burning with anticipation.

This base had been designed at its inception to withstand decapitation strikes from the Jieke Group.

For this reason, it was not only built on a military base but also stored considerable heavy weaponry and housed about eight hundred soldiers; filled with traps and mechanisms in every step, those super-thick reinforced concrete and steel doors could lock down, turning the whole base into a fortress.

Even to prevent the Jieke Group’s renowned underground tunneling techniques, fearing that the enemy might tunnel their way inside, the base was equipped with equipment only available to seismic bureaus. Should there be any underground vibrations, the air force would be called to drop drilling bombs, shattering the enemy’s machinery.

This CIA base was essentially a trap. Once Jieke Group dispatched their prized Super Soldiers, they could easily be ensnared, massively decimating the enemy’s forces, leaving them no escape.

No matter how strong those Super Soldiers were, as long as they were trapped inside the base, waiting for the heavy equipment brigade to arrive, countless heavy weapons would fire, rendering the enemy’s steel heavy armor a joke.

Facing Moritz’s excitement, Mahat uncharacteristically displayed a terribly grim expression. “Director Moritz, it’s not the Jieke Group.”

“Was I wrong?”

Moritz was startled. In Southeast Asia, besides Jieke Group, who else would dare attack them?

“Director, our enemies might not be human.”

Mahat took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, “I don’t know if you believe in the existence of fierce ghosts, Director?”

“It’s not April 1 today, is it?”

Moritz, looking as if he was dealing with an idiot, incredulously said, “You’re not going to tell me that fierce ghosts are attacking us, that we’re facing a paranormal event?”

Mahat nodded emphatically, “Director, that’s exactly it. We’ve encountered ghosts.”

Ah!

For once, Moritz was genuinely confused, unable to believe that the always serious Mahat was joking.

“I know you won’t believe me. You should see for yourself.”

By this time, the two had reached the command surveillance room. Mahat pushed open the door and led Moritz inside.

“B3 sector compromised, I repeat, B3 sector compromised.”

“E6, E6, a fierce ghost appeared here. Don’t look into its eyes, you will die, looking into its eyes will kill you.”

“Everyone, use flamethrowers, some ghosts fear flames, we can burn them to death, we can definitely win.”

The command center had already turned into a marketplace.

Those usually calm staff and commanders were all shouting in rage, many with eyes filled with utmost fear.

“Director, look over here.”

Mahat pointed to the surveillance screens in the command room, connected to cameras in various sectors, providing real-time feedback of the situation within the base.

As Moritz stood in front of the monitor, looking at the images on the screen, cold sweat broke out instantaneously.

On one of the screens, Moritz saw one of the enemies attacking the base.@@novelbin@@

The enemy was a small child figure, dressed in a red bellyband, holding a ragged cloth tiger in its arms, occasionally letting out a giggling laugh.

A seemingly harmless child, but the dozen soldiers facing him were as if facing a great enemy, firing manically.

Bullets created holes in the child, revealing cotton and plush inside, as if he was also a puppet.

But it was at this moment that the child moved, his mouth splitting to his ears, letting out a growl and stuffing the cloth tiger into his mouth.

The next instant, the child disappeared, replaced by a vividly fierce tiger that appeared on the spot.

This tiger’s body was pocked and pitted, as if it had just been dug out from a grave; it let out a roar and charged at the soldiers, braving a hail of bullets. Even though the bullets riddled it with holes, the creature’s movement was hardly affected.

Rip!

The fierce tiger pounced on a soldier, its sharp claws instantly disemboweling him, hot steaming organs tumbling out.

Roar!

With another furious roar, the tiger bit into a nearby soldier’s head, crushing both the head and the weapon.

The tiger, over three meters in length, was terrifyingly ferocious; the dozen soldiers here stood no chance against it.

And this was just one of the monitors — Moritz quickly looked at others, only to find similarly terrifying scenes of fierce ghosts slaughtering throughout the base.

Moritz saw on the screen a fierce ghost dragging a heavy Ghost Head Beheading Blade, towering at about 2.2 to 2.3 meters with a grotesque face, wide mouth, and large eyes, ferociously incomparable.

With each swing of the Ghost Head Beheading Blade, a soldier’s head was decapitated, blood spurting sky-high.

Even from hundreds of meters away, the eerie decapitating ability could not be escaped, leaving no soldier daring to venture into that area.

There were also female ghosts in white dresses, pale-faced, with rigid expressions and no arms, their bodies flickering erratically.

Every appearance she made was like a flash, affectionately mounting soldiers from behind.

Any soldier she mounted would instantly burst into pieces, his arms reassembled as her new limbs.

But she seemed dissatisfied with all the arms, discarding them each time after fitting them, and resuming her search for new ones.

Similar scenes unfolded across multiple screens, this was definitely not someone playing a prank on him.

Seeing this, Moritz finally believed that supernatural events were truly happening at the base.

“How is this possible, why are there hauntings here? This isn’t a church, why should our soldiers be the ones to deal with ghosts?”

Moritz was overwhelmingly shocked, feeling as if his lifelong scientific beliefs were being reshaped today.

He, who had never believed in ghosts or deities, only ever used ‘God’ as a mere figure of speech.

He had never believed in the existence of fierce ghosts, but now, witnessing the massacres within the base firsthand, no matter how strongly he believed in science, he understood that this world truly harbored ghosts, powerful enough to kill humans with ease.

It was nothing like the movies, with no possession, no myriad of rituals, and specific methods required, nor the days of intimidation and suffering before claiming human lives. It was a terrifying existence that could snatch lives in an instant.

“Immediately send a report to the Pentagon, inform them about our situation here, also align the satellites above us, pull out heavy artillery, and prepare to fend off these ghosts.”

Moritz snapped out of it and immediately gave orders.

Upon hearing this, the staff present could only smile bitterly.

“Director, we can’t send any signal out from our base, we’ve tried all external communication channels and methods, we just can’t contact the outside world,”

Mahat shook his head and delivered a truth Moritz could hardly believe.

“These ghosts, can they block electromagnetic waves?”

Moritz understood what this meant; their base had become an informational island, completely unable to send messages out.

“I’m afraid it’s so.”

Mahat’s face was ashen, although he also disliked admitting it, among those ghosts were clearly some incredibly powerful entities capable of such unfathomable abilities.

“The enemy is doing this because they fear our messages getting out, they fear being exposed. Whatever the enemy fears, we must exploit.”

Moritz paced back and forth in the command center, pondering solutions, and indeed, he thought of one.

“Immediately arrange for the troops to set off big fires and explosions, and launch air defense missiles. We still have satellite coverage above, I refuse to believe these ghosts can block satellite surveillance too. Those air defense missiles could be detected by radar in Siam here, which might also discover our situation. At the same time, arrange for someone to break through and send a message, whether it succeeds or not, we must try.”

Moritz devised a plan to self-destruct, relying on external help.

The flames large enough could be clearly visible from satellite imagery above through the heat and light.

As long as a satellite orbits over, it would enable the country to be aware of everything happening here.

Also, the launch of air defense missiles might also enable radar detection, potentially providing indirect intelligence.

Once the Pentagon receives the message, whether they dispatch reinforcements to support them or arrange aircraft for their evacuation, it would be a chance to survive.

“I’ll arrange for someone to handle it immediately.”

Mahat’s eyes brightened, this plan indeed seemed feasible.

Although the ghosts were terrifying, with the invincible military of the Beautiful Country like planes and aircraft carriers called over, if bullets didn’t kill, he doubted heavy artillery and missiles wouldn’t, including incendiary bombs, chemical bombs, and neutron bombs. They should be able to eliminate these ghosts.