I changed the world.

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“You possess the seed of power within you…” Zhang Jing said calmly, interrupting his question, and only vaguely added, “Your opportunity does not lie with me.”

Chadwick was taken aback by what he heard, and quickly connected it to his own extraordinary ability to see special objects. He immediately realized that the Taoist priest in front of him must know something that he did not.

He immediately pressed on, asking, "Master, could you tell me what's wrong with the power within me, and where I should go to seek opportunities..."

"The Wizard's Seed, as for what it is, if you don't know, it means the time hasn't come yet..." Zhang Jing waved his hand.

Chadwick was taken aback and wanted to say something, but Zhang Jing waved at him and then pointed out the direction for them.

“Mr. Spencer, let’s go quickly…” Joanna urged anxiously from the side. She had no interest in listening to the cryptic conversation between the two. She was only worried about her mother’s serious injuries and was eager to get her to the hospital.

Chadwick sighed and had no choice but to follow her forward...

The two continued forward, the mist beside them constantly writhing. They felt both fear and tension, watching the enormous tentacles formed from the mist lingering around them, like the arms of a deep-sea behemoth magnified countless times. This terrified them, fearing they would be swept away.

Until... a huge tentacle swept towards Joanna...

Joanna supported her brother while tightly covering her mouth and closing her eyes, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, waiting for the moment she would be swept away. However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no reaction.

She couldn't help but open her eyes, only to find that the enormous tentacles had already swept across her body, as if two different scenes from parallel universes had occurred, with no overlap between them.

Behind him, Chadwick also witnessed this scene. He wasn't sure if it was related to the clear chime they had just heard, but he was certain that it was at least the work of that master...

Judging from this, he was indeed a powerful Taoist priest. He had heard that Taoist priests in the East were a special kind of religious believers who believed in an ancient and primitive religion. However, at the time, he thought that it was probably like those primitive shamans, a kind of polytheistic animists, and he had not studied or understood it carefully.

However, it now seems that the Taoist priest was clearly a powerful superhuman, perhaps even more powerful than the wizards he had encountered before!

He couldn't help but recall the face of the Taoist priest from earlier. Then, he suddenly froze, because he realized that when he was trying to remember the Taoist priest, he couldn't quite remember his face. The other person's appearance was a blur. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't remember what the other person looked like.

Not only that, but he couldn't even remember whether the other person was male or female, old or young!

What... what's going on?!

He couldn't help but ask Joanna, who was not far away, "Miss Joanna, do you remember what that master looked like?"

"Of course I remember..." Joanna, who had just escaped a near-death experience, replied instinctively, feeling relieved to have survived.

Then, she suddenly froze, because she realized that her memory of the man's appearance was becoming increasingly blurry; she couldn't even remember if he was male or female...

No, it should be a man, since I addressed him as "sir"...

Seeing Joanna's bewildered and speechless expression, Chadwick made a judgment in his mind. He guessed that this was probably some kind of magical spell, and that the other party obviously did not want to reveal her appearance.

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At this very moment, on a section of the southern highway, a group of about twenty soldiers were setting up roadblocks while simultaneously keeping a close watch on the fog ahead.

The wind and rain were already extremely strong all around. Even with armored vehicles parked nearby to shield them from the gale-force winds blowing in from the sea, the soldiers in raincoats were still setting up heavy roadblocks with great difficulty.

At this moment, all the vehicle lights were on, and one special vehicle even had a special spherical searchlight on its top, which slowly rotated and illuminated the foggy area ahead to avoid being caught off guard in the event of an emergency.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 968 The Expanding Fog

The fog in front of them would expand every now and then, forcing the soldiers in front of the fog to retreat a large distance every now and then and rearrange the roadblocks.

Two special reconnaissance teams and drones have already entered the fog area to investigate the situation, but so far, no one has come out.

In fact, not to mention humans, even wild animals and birds have not been found to emerge normally from the foggy area. It's as if the foggy area has become a completely distinct world from the outside world.

In the sky, drones were hovering and patrolling along the boundary of the fog, but as the wind and rain intensified, two drones crashed not long ago, and the others were forced to stop flying.

An officer was shouting into the communicator: "The fog has expanded again!!! The fog has just expanded again!!! B Platoon retreated about 150 meters, and now the fog expansion has stopped..."

"Platoon B is rearranging roadblocks!!! I repeat, Platoon B is rearranging roadblocks!!!"

About 300 meters away from them, there was another roadblock, with several armored vehicles of different purposes parked around it, and an ambulance parked nearby.

Two private cars that had driven to this location were being asked to turn around. The drivers leaned out to try to argue, but were met with the dark muzzles of guns and stern shouts from soldiers, who demanded that they turn around and leave immediately!

In this situation, even the most road-rage-prone driver had to immediately calm down. Everyone knew that these colonial troops were extremely ruthless, and shooting civilians was not uncommon. So, they could only obediently turn around and drive back through the raging storm...

These soldiers were unaware of what they were facing. Their superiors had only strictly ordered them not to enter the fogged area. However, at this moment, even the lowest-ranking privates knew that the fog they were facing was abnormal. It was said that the news that two elite reconnaissance teams had entered and never returned had spread to everyone.

In fact, at this moment, even without those rumors, just looking at the surrounding trees being broken by the storm, yet the fog showing no signs of dissipating, it was clear that it was indeed extremely strange. This made the soldiers look at the fog in the distance with a sense of apprehension.

Currently, their biggest headache isn't the fog area suddenly expanding outwards every now and then, but rather the increasingly powerful storms in the surrounding area...

At this moment, the wind force around them had reached nearly level seven. On the sea not far away, the waves were surging and crashing, with huge waves roaring and sweeping up everything in their path...

On land, the raging winds flattened the mangroves along the shore and the rainforest further away, causing leaves to sway wildly and branches of varying thickness to snap and be blown high into the air. In this environment, using an umbrella was impossible, as it would be quickly blown inside out and break along with the frame. Even walking on the road was extremely dangerous, as debris and branches blown about by the wind would frequently come flying and hit you.

For the Marines who were ordered to block the roads, even though they knew better than ordinary soldiers how to deal with such stormy weather at sea, it was still not a good time to go out on a mission. Under such weather conditions, they should have been comfortably resting in their barracks instead of standing in the wind wearing military raincoats.

Even with armored vehicles weighing around 20 tons nearby to help withstand the strong winds, duty under such weather conditions is still extremely physically demanding. This forces the soldiers to adopt a rotation system, with most staying inside the armored vehicles and a few getting off, and being replaced every so often.

Therefore, the sergeant leading the team kept calling headquarters, requesting that the team be withdrawn. However, the higher-ups refused, only agreeing to allow them to fully enter the armored vehicles to avoid the storm during severe weather.

"Damn it! These old men sitting in their offices!" Lieutenant Marshall put down his communicator and cursed his superior angrily. His request had been rejected once again; his superiors were not allowed to withdraw his platoon.

At this moment, he was leaning against the armored vehicle, observing the fog in the distance. Around him were some of his soldiers, all of whom were cowering and pressed against the leeward side of the armored vehicle. They had maintained this posture ever since Sergeant Fernandez was blown to the ground by the wind earlier.

When the platoon leader put down the communicator, all the soldiers looked at him expectantly. The wind howled around them, accompanied by the sounds of objects crashing and waves roaring. The background noise was so loud that only by shouting could one hear clearly. Therefore, Lieutenant Marshall's complaints were not heard by his subordinates.

Lieutenant Marshall shrugged helplessly at his subordinates, and the soldiers around him immediately began to complain and curse.

Just then, Corporal John, who was leaning against the side of the armored vehicle's hood, suddenly shouted, pointing ahead: "Look, there's someone!!!"

At first, no one could hear what he was shouting. After he shouted many times, people began to notice that in the rainforest ahead of the road, in the edge of the mist that the lamplight could reach, there were two people, seemingly supporting two others, stumbling out and walking in their direction.

Upon discovering the situation, Lieutenant Marshall's first reaction was not to question or rescue the two men, but to loudly issue an order for everyone to be on alert. At the same time, the armored vehicle turned its turret toward the two men, and the massive cannon was ready to fire at any moment.

"Stop advancing!!! Stop advancing!!!" At Lieutenant Marshall's command, a soldier stepped forward and waved his arms to signal the other side to stop, while a loudspeaker on the armored vehicle next to him was constantly issuing warnings.

Seeing the weapons pointed at them, the two people who had emerged from the fog stumbled and stopped in their tracks, buffeted by the howling wind. These two were Chadwick and Joanna. They had been walking in the fog for a long time and had finally emerged from it, completely exhausted. If it weren't for the surrounding trees providing some shelter from the wind, they wouldn't even be able to stand.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History: Chapter 969 I have money! I can buy my freedom!

Chadwick looked at the soldiers approaching them warily, guns in hand. Their rune uniforms gave him a feeling of finally returning to the "civilized world," a feeling of relief after a holiday.

Joanna, standing beside him, had already burst into tears. She wanted to walk towards the soldiers, but when she saw them raising their weapons warily, she stopped in her tracks and loudly explained that she was a tourist, a visitor who had come here.

A soldier cautiously approached them, holding his gun and shining a bright light on them, carefully examining these ragged, almost "savage" people, while loudly demanding their identities and asking them to show their identification.

At this moment, they had no identification documents left. All items that could prove their identity had been left behind, and even their clothes were incomplete, with many pieces torn off to be used as bandages.

Chadwick turned his head away to avoid the glare from his eyes, repeatedly and loudly explaining that he was from Rune, a tourist, and had ended up in this disheveled state due to an accident.

It was probably Chadwick's authentic runic accent that made the soldiers lower their guard a bit, and they were simply told to wait where they were while the rear began investigating Chadwick's file.

As it turns out, with the full effort of government agencies, investigating personal records can be very efficient. About fifteen minutes later, not only Chadwick himself, but also his relatives and even his travel records from those days had appeared on someone's desk, and it was proven that he was indeed a tourist.

Meanwhile, Chadwick and Joanna, who had been battered by the gale for another fifteen minutes, were almost collapsed to the ground, while Joanna continued to shout to the surrounding soldiers...

"Save my mother! She's badly injured! Please save her! She needs immediate surgery!!"

"Please, please save her!!! Please!!!"

The soldiers didn't make things difficult for these people anymore; in fact, at this moment, they were more interested in getting more information from Joanna and Chadwick.

Eleanor and Pete were then picked up by a waiting ambulance and taken directly to the hospital. Due to limited space in the ambulance, Joanna and Chadwick, whose injuries were less severe, were transported in a separate armored vehicle. During this journey, professionals naturally re-disinfected and treated their injuries. Of course, this wasn't without the element of surveillance; after all, no one could be sure if there was anything unusual about them emerging from the fog.

Meanwhile, an agent from the colonial political department was on board. While they were treating their wounds, he began to question Joanna and Chadwick, mainly about the situation in the fog and their previous tour group.

During this process, the wounds on the two, including Eleanor and Pete, surprised the emergency room doctor. After all, those injuries that seemed to the doctor enough to cause fatal blood loss did not result in massive blood loss for some special reason, as if some magical force had sealed the bleeding from the wounds.

Therefore, Chadwick and Joanna had to explain that they had encountered a "strange person," and that their rescue was due to this. This information was quickly reported as crucial intelligence...

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While Chadwick, Joanna, and others were being rescued, in the heart of the fog-shrouded southern part of Misura Island, at the earthen altar located in the Semanratu Manor.

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, and the dense cloud layer was as spectacular as a vortex. Although this place was located in the core of the fog area, there was only a thin fog around the high earthen altar, just like the eye of a storm. However, 200 meters away from the earthen altar, the dense fog was so thick that you could not see your hand in front of your face, and it had completely covered the area!

The frenzied drumming was pounding all around, accompanied by the rising and falling prayers, creating a cacophony of sounds.

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The drumbeats began. Jerome, his hands bound, knelt on the ground, trembling all over. His face was covered in what seemed to be sweat or tears. He cautiously looked up at the indigenous people not far away, who were raising their hands high, their faces blurred and fanatical, praying hoarsely in words he couldn't understand. He felt an overwhelming fear in his heart.

In his observation, these damned natives seemed to be bewitched by some fanatical force, each behaving in a ferocious and distorted manner, shouting prayers at the top of their lungs.

He didn't understand what kind of religion this was. As a follower of the Holy Revelation, he had never bothered to learn about other religions, especially those on an island. He didn't even know which deity these natives worshipped. Good heavens, he was originally just a programmer at a game company. He had come to Misula Island simply because traveling in the colony was far cheaper than in traditional Western tourist destinations. Besides, he had heard that women in the colony were easier to pick up, so he came here with two colleagues, hoping to have some fun while sightseeing. That was all. Little did he expect to be caught up in such a terrifying situation…

Not far from him, kneeling on the ground alongside his colleague Alberto, he too had begun to sob uncontrollably. A strong smell of urine emanated from his groin, indicating that he had clearly urinated...

Beside him, kneeling, were other tourists from various tour groups, all trembling with fear. They all had their heads bowed, each one lower than the last, like a flock of chickens waiting to be slaughtered, terrified of being picked out and sent to the chopping block.

"No...spare me!! Spare me!!! I can buy my freedom, I have money!!! I can buy my freedom!!!"

A writhing, fat man was dragged out from a row of kneeling passengers by two indigenous men, like a struggling pig. The indigenous men beside him didn't listen to what he was saying at all; they probably couldn't even understand his words...

He was dragged forward like a pig or sheep awaiting slaughter. An indigenous man took out a curved sword and slashed his throat, from which blood gushed out...

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 970 The Flying Spaghetti Monster

Then the fat man's screams stopped abruptly. Like a chicken that had been bled, he convulsed and struggled to try to stop the bleeding from his slit throat. But this was futile; blood continued to gush out. After a short while, he stopped struggling, only occasionally twitching...

Seeing this, Jerome covered his mouth tightly with both hands, trying his best to suppress his sobs. However, the tears still flowed uncontrollably…

His colleague Alberto was trembling all over, his body almost collapsing to the ground, the stench of urine from his genitals growing stronger...

The drumbeats around him grew more intense, and the prayers became increasingly unified. Jerome desperately glanced around at the situation out of the corner of his eye.