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On the battlefield, from within the dying Blue Horrors, two smaller, yellow Horrors, like miniature fireballs, split off.
They emitted a suffocating, sulfurous stench.
Upon appearing, they began to dodge bullets by hopping while continuously throwing foul-smelling greenish-yellow fireballs at the soldiers.
It was as if they intended to use this method to destroy everything in their sight.
WTF???
What in the World are these things? Why do they multiply the more we kill them?
"Ah, help…"
A soldier hit by a fireball instantly developed large areas of rotting flesh on his body, emitting waves of foul odor.
His nearby teammates grabbed a fire extinguisher, trying to put out the flames on him.
But…
"Damn it, why can't these flames be extinguished?"
No matter how they tried, they simply couldn't put out the foul-smelling flames.
In the end, they could only watch in horror as the soldier was burned alive into a pile of unidentifiable rotten flesh.
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Soon, the area in front of the building was enveloped in thick, foul-smelling smoke.
Many soldiers who had no desire to fight rushed into the building before the smoke completely obscured their vision.
The remaining unlucky ones, who were slow to react, got lost directly in the acrid smoke.
The defensive line, painstakingly established in front of the building, instantly collapsed under the Sulfurous Horrors' continuous attacks, which were comparable to biological weapons.
The Sulfurous Horrors, shouting in a language incomprehensible to humans, hopped into the smoke and began to freely harvest the lives of the disoriented soldiers.
Listening to the constant wails and screams echoing in their ears.
The soldiers, like startled birds, began to shoot wildly in all directions, driven by fear.
Many nearby soldiers who couldn't dodge in time ended up falling under their teammates' guns.
"Ohhs—"
"Ahhs—"
Several Sulfurous Horrors gathered around a soldier who was engulfed in flames, listening to his wails, hopping and singing mocking songs.
And those soldiers who fortunately escaped into the building didn't fare much better.
When the slaughter in front of the building ended, the Sulfurous Horrors, still not satisfied, directly rushed into the building to begin a new round of massacre.
Boom…!!!
Before long, the entire building, amidst acrid smoke, burst into raging flames and then exploded with a roar.
And such bizarre and grotesque scenes were constantly replaying in front of every building, guard post, and plaza within Salem Air Force Base.
…
"Detected collectible souls, Warp souls +1, +1, +1…"
"prestige points +9, +9, +1…"
…
And at this moment.
In front of a temporarily unfallen tarmac at the rear of the Base.
Salem Air Force Base's highest Commander, Brigadier General Jerritt, moved quickly towards the armed helicopter's location, under the cover of a hundred-strong elite squad.
However.
Just as everyone was about to arrive.
The helicopter's cabin door suddenly opened from the inside.
Immediately after, Trevor's figure stepped out, a demonic smile on his face, waving to everyone as he said:
"My dear General, I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"
"Fire…"
The escorting soldiers pulled their triggers without hesitation.
Compared to whether the escape helicopter would be affected, they were clearly more concerned about Brigadier General Jerritt's personal safety.
Poof—
However, a stream of vaporized thick Water suddenly jetted from under Trevor's feet.
Propelled by the strong airflow, his figure crossed a dozen meters in the blink of an eye, pouncing in front of Brigadier General Jerritt.
Whoosh—
One hand gripped Brigadier General Jerritt's neck, while the other instantly transformed into a large, crab-claw-shaped mouth filled with fangs, spewing out the most lethal magical flames from within.
This "Dimensional Fire" originating from the Warp was endowed with unpredictable changes and randomness by Tzeentch.
It could be scorching flames that melt steel…
It could also be icy blue flames that freeze souls…
It could even directly ignore all armor, solely burning the enemy's flesh into a constantly boiling mass of rotten meat, or tumor-like lumps of flesh…
Amidst a series of shrill screams.
Nearly a hundred elite squad members were wiped out, and a dozen Pink Horrors sprang out from the burning human-shaped fireballs, then joyfully began to dance nearby.
"You…you demon, what exactly do you want to do?"
Brigadier General Jerritt's voice was filled with a trembling tone.
He was clearly terrified by the scene before him, which was comparable to a living hell.
Even if someone told him now that Trevor in front of him was a demon from hell, he would not have the slightest doubt.
"General, don't be nervous…"
Trevor used his right hand, which had returned to its original state, to straighten Brigadier General Jerritt's dislodged tie, comforting him with a smile:
"I just want to invite you to come back with me and film a video."
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate obediently, I promise to let you leave alive!"
Brigadier General Jerritt naturally wouldn't believe such nonsense.
But at the moment, he had no choice at all.
He could only obediently follow the other party out of the Base.
Along the way.
Looking at the devastated and tragic scene inside the Base, as well as the demonic creatures that were fighting each other on the runway out of boredom, Brigadier General Jerritt's last shred of resistance was completely shattered.
…
A few minutes later.
When Trevor returned to the Command room with Brigadier General Jerritt.
The room immediately fell into a terrifying silence.
Even though none of them possessed Daredevil's superhuman hearing.
At this moment, they could still clearly distinguish the breaths full of fear and trembling emanating from their companions' nostrils.
These people had already seen through the monitors how Trevor alone had conquered the entire Salem Air Force Base.
Among them, Aldrich Killian's expression was the most complex.
Originally, he only wanted to use those unstable Extremis soldiers to create an untraceable terrorist attack.
Then, he would use the opportunity to attract the attention of the U.S. high-level officials and the public.
Thereby logically building Trevor, disguised as the Mandarin, into a terrorist leader who would strike fear into the World.
This way, he could legitimately use each terrorist attack to continuously test and improve the Extremis Virus, and ultimately find a way to stabilize it.
Next.
As long as the perfect Extremis Virus was officially put into mass production, and all conditions were ripe.
Aldrich Killian would personally put an end to this evil Mandarin and participate in the presidential election as a savior…
But who would have thought.
This plan, which Aldrich Killian considered flawless, directly failed at the very first step after it began.
The original cowardly impostor had, in just a few days, seemed to have transformed into a powerful demon with some unknown power.
Aldrich Killian was now filled with an indescribable mix of complex emotions… anger, fear, regret.
However, he was helpless in his current predicament.
In order not to become an ugly Pink monster like those unlucky ones ignited by Trevor before, he could only obediently lie low.
After all… a wise man knows when to submit!
Seeing Trevor cast his gaze towards him, Aldrich Killian quickly stood up from the main seat, then forced a slightly stiff smile, "Boss, please sit."
Trevor nodded in satisfaction, then sat down imperiously and said directly: "Killian, I know your thoughts and ambitions very well."
"But you can rest assured, I will not only help you fulfill your wish and defeat Tony Stark, who once humiliated you, but I can also personally send you to the President's throne."
"However, from now on, both the Ten Rings Gang and AIM must obey my commands."
"Your previous petty squabbles were too boring… Without deviating from the norm, you are destined to not achieve major breakthroughs."
"So, are you ready to go all out with me?"
…
And not long after Trevor, Killian, and the others left.
Somewhere within Salem Air Force Base, a spark-filled portal suddenly opened in mid-air, and then several Kamar-Taj sorcerers emerged from it.
"Master Brother Mordo, are those colorful little monsters the legendary demons?"
Upon seeing the tragic scene of corpses strewn across the Base, as well as the Pink Horrors joyfully dancing among the corpses, and the Blue Horrors and Sulfurous Horrors fighting each other, the sorcerers immediately became highly vigilant.
"Not necessarily, they are likely low-level magical creatures from other dimensions."
Master Mordo, who led the team, showed a solemn expression on his face.
He sensed abnormally chaotic magical fluctuations from these Horrors.
Although very faint, it was enough for him to determine that these Horrors were not ordinary dimensional creatures, or low-level demons.
But even he had never seen such strange magical creatures before.
However.
Now was clearly not a good time to think about such things.
So Master Mordo decisively gave the order, "Kaecilius, you take three people over there… We will quickly clear out these magical creatures, and then report what happened here to the Sorcerer Supreme."
In the queue, a middle-aged man with a small braid and a slightly sinister face nodded, then led three sorcerers to the other side.
And Mordo himself took the other three people and began to clear out the Horrors from this side.
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Night fell.
Washington D.C., White House.
Inside a certain conference room.
A group of high-level cabinet members, including President Matthew Ellis, were busily preparing for the upcoming remote video conference with the heads of various overseas military Bases in the Middle East.
The atmosphere in the conference room was slightly tense.
Because just 39 hours ago, Salem Air Force Base in Kuwait was allegedly attacked by a terrorist organization named the Ten Rings Gang.
Nearly all of the 1,200 U.S. soldiers in the entire Base were killed.
And most of them did not leave complete bodies.
Their DNA could only be identified from the scattered remains or bloodstains around them.
And the Base's Commander, Brigadier General Jerritt, was still missing.
Due to severe intrusion and damage to the Base's communication facilities, no one knew what exactly happened there to date.
Only some shocking rumors were heard from nearby residents.
And most of these rumors were related to demons.
Therefore, the investigation was once stalled in a difficult situation where it could not proceed further.
High-level officials, including the Department of Defense, naturally would not believe such rumors.
But regardless of the final investigation results, the fact before them was that someone had successfully taken down the entire Salem Air Force Base in less than a day.
This was like a blunt blow to the heads of the Department of Defense and a group of high-level cabinet members.
If the outside World knew that the U.S. military, which prided itself on being invincible, was so vulnerable.
Then their hegemonic image, painstakingly built up over the past few decades around the World, would likely collapse instantly.
Moreover, no one knew if such an incident would happen again at other overseas Bases in the future.
To completely prevent such incidents from reoccurring.
President Matthew Ellis still decided to use this remote conference call to inform the heads of other overseas Bases about the attack on Salem Air Force Base.
Thereby making them raise their respective alert levels during this period.
Inside the conference room.
A staff member responsible for network system security was, as usual, performing the final adjustments before the conference began.
However.
The next second.
He suddenly discovered something incredible, his eyes widening sharply.
After repeatedly confirming several times, he said in a somewhat panicked voice: "Mr. President, you have to come and see this quickly."
"The system just detected that all satellite signals received across the entire East Coast region have been subjected to external communication hijacking at the same time."
"Now playing an unauthorized illegal connection…"
Then, he projected that connection line onto the large screen.
"Mr. President, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I know that in your eyes, I might be a terrorist, but I consider myself a mentor… So, are you ready to review a history lesson with me first?"
Trevor, in his oppressive, low voice, slowly narrated to the camera:
"In 1864, U.S. soldiers brutally massacred hundreds of Cheyenne and Arapaho people (local natives) in Colorado.
And two-thirds of the victims were old people, women, and children, because this way you could logically occupy their land and homes…"