Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 394 - 392: Museum Shock

Chapter 394: Chapter 392: Museum Shock

After being attacked by the black cross, the museum did not just withstand the attack and end there; it immediately retaliated.

As it retaliated, Wen Wen also had to hold his ground, otherwise, the existence of the Catastrophe Containment Facility might be exposed.

Two formidable strengths collided at that moment, the attacks from the real world and an unknown source reached a stalemate, causing the space above the museum to become somewhat unstable.

A few bizarre heads peeked out from the void and were instantly crushed by the powerful energy.

A Catastrophe-Level clash created a spatial passage, but this passage was a death channel for monsters wishing to enter the real world.

"Impossible, why is this happening!"

Qiao Kun’s body trembled non-stop; he coughed up blood and stared in horror at the Demon Puppet, not understanding why merely probing a puppet’s secrets had subjected the museum to Catastrophe-Level damage.

What on earth was so special about this puppet?

The stimulating energy collision left Qiao Kun utterly exhausted; as the museum defended against external threats, the strength bestowed upon him naturally dissipated.

And the restraints on the Demon Puppet also disappeared. The puppet stood up and walked towards Qiao Kun.

Qiao Kun hastily retreated two steps and recited a spell towards the puppet, but this time the puppet only paused briefly before breaking the spell.

It walked over, grabbed Qiao Kun by the neck, lifted him, and said, "Now... you can answer my question, right?"

The eyes of the Demon Puppet seemed to harbor endless malevolence, causing Qiao Kun to shiver uncontrollably, but he still managed not to speak.

Now that the museum had suffered such a severe attack, he was bound to be punished; revealing any information about the organization would lead to even more dire consequences.

Compared to that, dying at the hands of this puppet seemed preferable.

Though his father was one of the top ’Professors’ in the organization, the higher-ups were all cut from the same cloth; to them, knowledge was paramount.

They might occasionally look after their offspring, but if it ever impacted their agendas, they would not hesitate to abandon them.

"You won’t talk? Don’t worry, I will make you talk!"

Wen Wen was preparing to control the puppet to interrogate Qiao Kun when an anomaly occurred.

Around every artifact in the museum, a thin red membrane appeared; the crimson glow created a strange atmosphere throughout the museum.

These red membranes were used by the museum to manage these artifacts; when the museum’s energy was used to withstand or even repel attacks, it was somewhat insufficient.

And the museum housed not only Disaster-Level containment items, but even items beyond the Disaster Level!

The magnificent spear that killed the first ’Saint Heir’ emanated a despairing might, and its external red membrane shattered like glass, while the spearhead released thick, laser-like rays that pierced everything in its path.

From an unsophisticated clay pot, thick black and red smoke emerged, forming a large blue Demon God adorned with various golden ornaments in an eastern style. The moment it appeared, it soared throughout the museum, creating complete chaos.

The giraffe amber at the front entrance of the museum suddenly shattered. A giraffe gracefully walked out of it and trotted through the museum’s main gates, its presence exuding the unique oppression of a Disaster-Level monster!

From behind the museum, a commanding roar erupted, which anyone who had seen similar movies could identify as the roar of a T-Rex.

Even the small figurines in some exhibits, designed to showcase the culture of specific regions, came to life and began brandishing a variety of weapons as they shouted around.

The museum was instantly thrown into chaos. Countless bizarre things appeared throughout the museum, filling it with wails and howls.

The Mystery Museum itself had the capability to subdue these things instantly, but it was currently preoccupied with arm wrestling Wen Wen and simply could not attend to them. Consequently, the Demon Puppet and Qiao Kun could only watch as these things ran out of the museum.

In the midst of the chaos, the Demon Puppet was completely overturned by a rhinoceros skeleton and had to let go of Qiao Kun temporarily.

Qiao Kun seized this opportunity to escape the museum. It was too chaotic here; any moment he could have been killed by some exhibit item.

Wen Wen also noticed the chaos at the scene but was unable to stop it. He had to focus all his energy on countering the museum’s backlash.

This thing seemed to have been angered by Wen Wen’s previous attack and was determined to find him.

...

When the Qingchuan City Hunters Association arrived at the scene, they saw a giraffe leisurely eating the green trees nearby.

It ate quickly and strangely. With a single opening of its mouth, all the leaves from a tree were swallowed, as if it would never tire, devouring one tree after another.

"Which zoo’s giraffe has escaped?"

Zhangsun Jing rubbed his eyes, looking at the area that had completely descended into chaos, and the twisted energy collisions in the sky, feeling his head grow heavy.

The leader of Qingchuan City’s Demon Hunter squad swallowed hard, then said, "I’ve already reported the situation to the higher-ups in the Association, but they can’t come immediately. We’ve got to handle the scene until they arrive."

"Even though you’ve come along, it’s best not to take action. Leave these kinds of things to us professionals."

He said that, but Zhangsun Jing didn’t have much confidence; seeing the pandemonium before him, he didn’t know how just a few of them were supposed to handle it.

Outside the museum, it had become a carnival for monsters, thankfully they were just frolicking for now and had not thought about harming anyone; otherwise, the situation would be even worse.

Zhangsun Jing scanned the crowd of monsters, looking to take down an easy target first to boost the confidence of Xiong Ying and the others.

The man with gears on his head seemed trouble enough, the dancer with a giant horror-filled mouth and graceful moves also didn’t look easy, and as for the Demon God flying in the sky and continuously setting off fireworks... probably even with Xiong Ying joining, it would be like delivering food to him.

Thus, Zhangsun Jing targeted the giraffe; after all, being a herbivore, even if strong, it likely wouldn’t be too fierce.

Zhangsun Jing quietly approached the giraffe, aiming to subdue it, but as he got close, the giraffe turned around and aimed its huge rear at him.

Then, with a kick backward, a huge shadow of a hoof struck Zhangsun Jing, sending him flying and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood when he hit the ground.

Sitting in the car, Xiong Ying gave Zhangsun Jing a speechless look and said, "Are you guys really up to this?"

Zhangsun Jing got up and moved towards another seemingly weak target, saying, "Don’t worry, that was just an accident!"

Xiong Ying looked at the chaotic scene, somewhat unable to hold back.