It rained lightly yesterday, but tonight, the weather became clear.

The stars embellish the night sky, and the Thames River is surrounded by a prosperous scene, with traffic flowing and people flowing.

On the Tower Bridge, in the restaurant, tourists from all over the world are bustling.

Looking out from here, the river is surrounded by bright lights, and the huge Ferris wheels make up the night sky, and you can clearly see it even if you are far away.

From any perspective, tonight is an ordinary and peaceful night.

However, soon, the people on the north shore were surprised to see police cars whizzing by in groups.

Then, an alarm message is pushed to countless devices through electronic signals.

"The neighborhood of King's College is listed as a dangerous area and is undergoing evacuation! It may spread throughout Westminster!"

"Is there a monster about to appear?"

"No wonder, someone saw the Knights set out collectively."

When they saw the official alarm, many people showed a worried look. Some tourists were panicked, while others were more indifferent and even excited.

As an international metropolis, London's guarding power is still very complete.

There is a certain confidence in dealing with level 2 and even level 3 demons, so many people have lost their sense of crisis.

"What are you afraid of? Our place is still far from the alarm area. Even if there are monsters, they can't get here." Some of the tourists said.

"Are you sure? Have you forgotten the Tokyo incident?" Someone retorted, "The alarm area is in the city center! And most monster invasions are far away from the city!"

These people, either have heard of it or simply have experienced the Tokyo incident and are extremely sensitive to such news.

...

Imperial College.

After nightfall, apartments became brighter. When Shirley's roommate pushed open the door and turned on the light, he was stunned when he saw the empty dormitory.

She knew that Shirley was probably going to the party again, but at this time, it was time to come back.

After hesitating, she picked up her phone and tried to send her a message, but the stone fell into the sea.

At this moment, suddenly, a text message popped up on your mobile phone, which was the government’s early warning notice.

She was stunned for a moment, suddenly got up, ran to the balcony, opened the window, and leaned out.

I was seeing a painted police car flashing with dazzling lights on the street, whistling by the police sirens, and crowds along the street were talking.

The martial law downtown Westminster is on the east side of Imperial College, where Shirley attends the party, is also there.

"What happened?" The roommate looked anxious.

...

Westminster, King's College area.

The street has entered a state of martial law, with vehicles and crowds flocking out inside the surrounding buildings, spreading along the riverbank street that runs across the east and west, or towards the Hallbour Metro Station in the north.

The Judicial Court, Opera House, and buildings also had stranded people rushing out in a hurry. Although there were already evacuation plans, the situation in the city center was much more complicated than that in the suburbs.

Therefore, it still caused quite a lot of chaos.

A police officer wearing a uniform and carrying firearms scattered on the streets to form a hub.

The sound of cars and the noise of the crowds gathered in the same place, like a vast ocean.

The thin and tiny Lina ran along the edge of the road against the abortion:

"Give it!"

"Please give in!"

"Xiao Sa!!"

She quickly walked through the crowd, just like a sturgeon migrating against the current in summer and autumn.

When she finally saw a flashing blue light police car on the corner of the street, she stood on tiptoe, raised her arms high, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

In the police car, the big boy who was thrown to the police by the Knights organization was extremely anxious.

Hearing the call, he jumped out of the car and looked at the streets, the rushing crowds like a flood, and his narrowed eyes widened:

"Lena!"

"It's fine if you're fine!" The thin little girl ran over excitedly, hugged him, tears rolling in her eyes, and she cried with joy.

Alsad's nose felt sour, and he immediately hugged his girlfriend's shoulders and said seriously:

"It's not safe here! Go quickly!"

"Let's go together..."

"No," Alsad's expression was solemn, "I want to stay here and figure out with my own eyes what happened."

...

...

It was also on this night.

When Westminster City is in panic in reality, underground, in another "world" overlapping with reality, another group of people are also busy and afraid.

It was dark and the air was filled with a rotten smell.

On the stone wall, a few faint vents shine in a little crimson moonlight, providing faint lighting.

It is vaguely visible that hundreds of figures are imprisoned in prison.

They have men and women, the youngest is in their teenage years, the oldest is no more than forty years old.

Some were wearing suits, some were dresses, lying or sitting, scattered in this medieval prison, with a gray complexion and a dull expression, as if dead.

"Crash."

Suddenly, the sound of iron chains came from outside the prison, and then footsteps came, echoing in the quiet darkness, like beating a drum.

All the prisoners were awakened, showing a look of fear, their faces changed drastically, and some people seemed to know what was about to happen, and squeezed into the corner in horror.

During the riot, several figures in dark purple robes came, all wearing white masks, and their appearance was invisible.

Some of them held a torch to dispel the darkness, but instead made the atmosphere even more strange.

The leader held a list in his hand and glanced at the people in the prison with pleasure, saying:

"Next, Hosen Denton."

As if the judge announced the verdict, most people in the prison suddenly relaxed their tense expressions. There was only one middle-aged man in a suit and tie, looking pale and desperate, trying to hide backwards.

However, a man in purple robe sneered.

Waving the staff in his hand, a wisp of black smoke turned into a demonic hand, accurately covering the middle-aged man's body, pulling him outward, and opening the prison door at the same time.

"No!! I'm not him! I'm not! Don't kill me! Please, I'm willing to hand over all my property... stocks, real estate, savings... I'll give you whatever you want! Don't kill me... please..."

This elite with a very famous securities and finance industry is now lying on the ground like a dead dog, holding onto the ground with both hands, and his bright and beautiful appearance is dirty.

His head was unkempt and his face was shrill and desperate.

He even tried to catch a sports star, and the other party avoided it like a plague god.

"Death? No, this is a great dedication," the man in purple robe in the head said coldly:

"Mr. Denton, have you forgotten the oath you made when you joined the organization? Willing to give everything for the gods and the organization."

"No……"

The middle-aged man's fingers were stained with blood and was dragged out of prison. He seemed to know that his fate could not be changed. He stopped begging, but stared at the other party with his red eyes:

"Scammers...you are all liars, you deceived us all..."

He suddenly burst into laughter and cursed:

"Yes, I made the so-called oath, but what do you promise? It is protection! It is extraordinary power! It is to let us live even if the doomsday comes! But if the doomsday doesn't see it, we must die first!"

"And, these people," he pointed at the people in the prison, "many people were deceived by you before they even joined, and they were forcibly tied up! Using the excuse of giving strength...

Haha, scam, I should have woken up long ago, you used evil spells to influence us!"

"Have you said enough?" The man in the purple robe sneered and said lightly, "Then shut up."

As he said that, a "companion" next to him walked up and took out a syringe. It was a boiling, weird blue-red liquid, and injected it into the middle-aged man's body.

The latter struggled hard, but it was ineffective. As the body was contaminated by the "demon blood", he let out a heart-wrenching scream, his skin cracked and he lost his mind.

Under the cracked skin, blood overflowed, and it was not as sticky as human blood.

The whole person's hair falls off and his body is twisted.

Then, under the crack, a phosphate armor that looked like a demon grew out. In just one minute, it became a human-shaped monster.

The people in purple robes were dragged away with iron ropes and left with the sound.

...

The dungeon fell into death silence again, with a fishy smell remaining in the air.
To be continued...