She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 79 Pollution Outbreak

In the manor illuminated by the firelight, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Whether it was the fleeing thugs, the pursuing combat squad, or Mr. Stone and Calvin, everyone stood frozen in place.

A low, incomprehensible murmur reached their ears, as if someone were softly chanting a hymn they had never heard before, or as if an ancient ballad was drifting from a distant past.

Then, all the light vanished in an instant, and everyone's vision was filled with darkness. Only the incoherent murmurs continued to echo in their ears, as if giving them hope, or as if spreading the most venomous curse.

Everyone present wanted to escape, but their bodies wouldn't obey them. No matter how much they were urged, their feet were rooted to the spot.

Even Mr. Stone and Calvin couldn't escape. Their bodies were like old machines in a factory, where even the slightest movement became extremely difficult, and the creaking sound of their bones rubbing together was terrifying.

Suddenly, a light appeared in the endless darkness, a light that seemed to illuminate everyone's heart like hope.

The light, a symbol of hope, dispelled the darkness in an instant, but when the thick, ominous darkness faded, hope did not arrive as expected; instead, all that awaited them was deeper despair.

Suddenly, patches of crystal-clear, dark purple crystalline material sprouted from the scorching, burning soil. They were as clear as water and as hard as jade, beautiful yet mysterious, dreamlike yet illusory, making people want to get closer.

"ah--"

A piercing, ear-piercing scream rang out.

One of the thugs reached out and touched the dark purple crystal closest to him.

The dark purple crystal pierced the thug's chest in an instant, and his powerful body became withered and emaciated in a moment.

"ah--"

Another piercing scream rang out.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed in horror, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The dead have come back to life. Those who died in the manor tonight have risen up strangely, in ways that are incomprehensible to humans.

The still relatively intact corpses were twisted in a strange way, their eyes turned into dark purple crystals, and their remains were covered with layers of dark purple crystals. Each corpse was writhing in a bizarre manner.

The mutilated corpses were bizarrely pieced together: the fat cook, smashed into a pulp by a flurry of punches, became a gruesome ball of flesh; the charred gardener was engulfed in dark purple flames, emitting a nauseating, burnt stench…

"Hurry—ah!"

One of the combat squad members was the first to react and immediately shouted for his comrades.

But before he could say anything more, a pair of large hands pierced through his body from behind, grabbing his heart.

He turned around in despair to look behind him, only to see his best friend grinning cruelly, his familiar eyes now strange, filled with an ominous dark purple.

Such tragic and despairing scenes permeated the entire manor. Whether they were once best friends or teammates who fought side by side, everyone became extremely dangerous and untrustworthy. Trust between people vanished in this moment.

"Captain Warren!"

A member of the combat squad leaped to Iris Warren's side.

Iris Warren thrust the ice pick forward with all her might, but stopped just before it hit its target.

Because the combat squad member's eyes were clear, neither clouded by an ominous dark purple nor turned into a frenzied beast.

"It's pollution! Captain Warren, the pollution has erupted!"

As the combat squad member spoke urgently, he raised his fist and aimed at Iris Warren.

Fortunately, Iris Warren reacted quickly. She grabbed the man's wrist, and the power of the mutation erupted instantly, turning the man into a human-shaped ice sculpture in just a few seconds.

Clap!

The clay giant slammed down with its fist, and the humanoid ice sculpture shattered instantly.

"Hurry, Iris." A head emerged from the mud giant's shoulder. "The pollution has erupted. You guys go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mud Giant, under Mr. Stone's control, grabbed Iris Warren, who, powerless to resist, closed her eyes in despair.

Iris Warren's body wasn't crushed by the mud giant. Instead, the mud giant tossed Warren away like a discus. Warren managed to regain his balance in mid-air before staggering to the ground.

The young combat squad leader looked up at the manor shrouded in ominous light, at the twisted, bizarre walking corpses, and despair took root and grew wildly in her heart.

Not far away, Calvin's eyes were filled with fear. He knew very well that he was experiencing a pollution outbreak, but he couldn't understand how such a thing could happen at Montagu Manor!

At this moment, Calvin only wanted to escape and had no intention of staying to stop the outbreak. He would kill anyone who stood in his way.

Blinding flashes of lightning frequently illuminated Calvin's escape route, and anyone who stood in Calvin's way—whether a transcendent or a corrupted entity corrupted by the pollution outbreak—was felled by the lightning in Calvin's hand.

However, Calvin, who was determined to escape, was repeatedly thwarted. The Transcendent beings who had been pierced by lightning degenerated into corrupted entities and surged toward Calvin. These corrupted entities then rose up again in a distorted manner, surrounding Calvin like a tide.

In front of the manor house, now a ruin, Mr. Stone and his mud giant were also locked in a fierce battle. The giant's fists smashed the surrounding dark purple crystals time and time again, but they still couldn't stop the attacks of the pollutants. They relentlessly tore at the mud giant, leaving dark purple crystals on its body.

Mr. Stone was extremely anxious. The contaminant covering his body with dark purple crystals was just the prelude; the most deadly and terrifying thing was yet to come.

At this moment, the fat cook, who had transformed into a disgusting ball of flesh, suddenly ran to the feet of the clay-footed giant. Her foul-smelling, dark red flesh immediately began to swell, and the grotesque ball of flesh grew larger and larger—

With a loud bang, the fat cook's mangled body exploded, the violent explosion destroying one of the giant's legs. Losing its balance, the giant collapsed with a thud, instantly raising dust and causing the earth to shake violently.

Mr. Stone quickly severed his connection with the giant with feet of clay, leaped onto the giant's shoulder, and landed steadily on the ground.

Before Mr. Stone could make his next move, an unbearable stench of burning filled the air, and the garden shears were aimed straight at Mr. Stone's neck, intending to cut off his head.

Although Mr. Stone held a high position and was busy scheming every day, he did not forget his special skill. Suddenly, the scorching hot ground rose high, and the gardener's charred corpse was thrown away by the rising ground. Mr. Stone's risk of being beheaded was temporarily relieved.

But just as Mr. Stone had dealt with the gardener who wanted to cut his hair, the fat cook rushed over again.

This time, the fat cook's body became even larger, and the disgusting rotten flesh contained not only the blood and flesh of the dead and dark purple crystals, but also a large amount of mud and sand.

Another loud bang, another violent explosion.

The fat cook, who had degenerated into a pollutant, seemed to possess some kind of faith, and once again carried out a suicide attack.

As the dust settled, Mr. Stone's figure came into view. Hard rocks covered his entire body, making him look like a stone man.

Although the stone man was ugly and didn't seem very smart, his defensive capabilities were truly astonishing. Mr. Stone not only withstood the fat cook's explosion that was right in front of him, but also emerged unscathed.

Mr. Stone had the ability to fend off the siege of the rotten meat fat cook and the charred corpse gardener, but he was powerless to stop the pollution from continuing to erupt.

From the beginning of the deep, obscure murmur, to the darkness engulfing everything, and then to the darkness receding and the light reappearing, Mr. Stone was never able to find the outbreak point of the pollution, nor the source of the pollution.

To stop the spread of pollution and prevent it from affecting more people, we must find the source of the pollution and block it.

For the Bureau of Anomalies, dealing with pollution outbreaks means risking lives and sacrificing themselves to pave a path and find a solution to the pollution source.

The longer it takes to find and resolve the source of pollution, the greater the losses for the combat squad, and the more people will be killed. Sometimes, a squad that ventures deep into the contaminated area will be completely wiped out without finding the source of pollution.

Mr. Stone was in the epicenter of the pollution outbreak. He couldn't determine the extent of the outbreak or how many ordinary people were affected. The only thing he was certain of was that tonight's pollution outbreak was extremely dangerous.

Tonight, Montagu Manor is the battlefield for the Beyonders, and also the epicenter of the pollution outbreak. The Beyonders from both Montagu and Lonkinswit's sides, along with several combat teams from the Bureau of Anomalies, have had at least dozens of Beyonders affected by the pollution outbreak.

Those who died in battle were directly transformed into corrupted beings. Some of the surviving transcendents fell into demonic ways, and the rest were also more or less corrupted and affected, and were always at risk of falling.

Mr. Stone knew that if the source of pollution was not dealt with as soon as possible, the remaining people would also fall into evil under the continued influence of pollution, including himself.

Worse still, the pollutants and corrupt transcendents "feed back" the source of pollution, constantly strengthening it and causing the pollution to spread continuously.

"Bill Montague, I'll f*** your mother's politeness!"

Mr. Stone was not the Elf Lieutenant, but he still launched into a tirade, cursing Bill’s long-deceased mother.

Even the most idiotic person, stupid enough to end up in a museum, would realize that tonight's pollution outbreak is inextricably linked to Bill Montagu.

Like Calvin, Mr. Stone couldn't understand how Bill had done it. Even if Bill Montagu had the pollutants, how did he accurately predict the timing of the pollution outbreak?

At this moment, Mr. Stone is very busy and very irritable.

While dodging the attacks from the fat cook and the gardener, he searched for the source of the pollution, all the while cursing Bill in his heart.

Just then, the manor's main building, which had long been burned to the ground, suddenly emitted an ominous aura, and violent tremors spread outwards from the main building.

Mr. Stone painfully covered his ears, but the obscure and difficult murmurs grew clearer and clearer, constantly assaulting his reason. The incoherent whispers repeatedly tore at his spirit and will, pushing him little by little into the abyss of depravity.

At this moment, an ominous aura spread, and dark purple flames soared into the sky, like a giant dragon rushing straight into the heavens, dyeing the entire night sky a terrifying dark purple.

Crystalline fragments were tossed into the night sky by the rising flames, and then fell to the earth like raindrops.