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Chapter 290 - 261 The Path of Migration (Two in One)_3

Chapter 290: Chapter 261 The Path of Migration (Two in One)_3

She projected the map, on which a giant red dot representing a Hell-grade Aberration flickered several times before bursting and disappearing with a pop.

Signifying the demise of this terrifying aberration.

"An Jianyou has already killed the third Hell-grade Aberration, and if we continue to eradicate them like this, the number of powerful aberrations will become fewer and fewer," someone remarked.

"Yes, apart from the initial impact when the Tide of Gray Mist descends, the breeding speed of Calamity Level aberrations under normal circumstances isn’t that fast."

But it was much faster than before.

Moreover, from now on, it was possible that a three-star, or even a four-star Calamity Level aberration could emerge in such populous urban areas as cities.

The Dispatch Map’s aberration detection ability could only minimize losses, not guarantee there would be none.

"How is the relocation work progressing?"

He asked.

A few days ago, once the locations for the first and second Dawn Base Cities had been finally determined, the project for the mass relocation of the Dawn Plan had gradually begun.

A lot of preparations had been made before this.

Shuize and Imperial Capital, these two cities, were also being rapidly transformed and expanded. The future Dawn Base City, including the main city zone and satellite city zones, was expected to accommodate two to three hundred million people.

The expansion was underway.

So was the relocation.

However, there were many difficulties and resistances facing mass relocation. It wasn’t as simple as just saying relocate; transportation and supplies needed to be secured. The relocation could only proceed one city at a time, gradually moving millions or tens of millions of people.

Second, many people were reluctant to leave their homeland, and the previous safe environment within the country made many feel there was no need.

Of course, the Bureau had still issued orders to begin the relocation one by one.

The overall situation was relatively smooth.

Abroad, there were more complications. After he proposed the Dawn Plan, the Sunset Country also held a national referendum. The result was that less than 10% of the population supported the relocation to the base cities.

And that was just a referendum.

If the actual relocation began in the future, there would likely be even more troubles.

And in Oulu Continent, it was inevitable to build Dawn Base Cities, at least two or three of them.

Third, aside from transportation and supply issues, the question of aberrations was equally thorny. Outside the cities lurked danger, and the moving caravans were like beacons, no, like millions of light bulbs, coming together to form a luminous river that attracted swarms of aberrations.

Xiaohuan’s eyes flickered with streams of data as she began to speak,

"Currently, the relocation work in Shuize State has proceeded to 36%, Imperial Capital’s to 35%. However, now that the Tide of Gray Mist has descended, several relocation teams have been hit by a greater number of waves."

"But, it’s still within manageable range, Master needn’t worry."

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On Route 666 in Shuize State,

A massive convoy stretched from the front and trailed behind like an endless giant serpent.

The convoy at the front was made up of transport trucks, buses, followed by many personal cars, all moving with this steel tide toward an unknown future.

On people’s faces were expressions of tension, bewilderment, and determination.

On the bus,

A little boy tightly gripped the corner of an old man’s clothes, his young face filled with fear of the unknown.

Lovers whispered comfort to each other, offering mutual encouragement, their hands intertwined tightly together.

A young man on his own, watching the tall, black-coated investigator standing on the nearby troop carrier, didn’t take his eyes off him and silently made up his mind.

Drivers, passengers, volunteers.

Soldiers, investigators, Fire Holders.

Some were earnest, some nervous, some quiet, some firm, but in this endless stream of vehicles, different people played different roles, all sharing the same hope.

They hoped to arrive safely and smoothly at their destination soon.

At the very front of the long line of vehicles, Red Flame, one of the three squadron leaders of the special forces team, was sitting in an armored troop carrier. His legs were casually propped up, and though his posture seemed relaxed, his sharp, eagle-like gaze scanning the surroundings made it clear that this squadron leader was maintaining a high level of vigilance at all times.

"Since the Tide of Gray Mist has descended, the frequency of Mysterious Evil attacks has increased to several or even more than ten times what it was before,"

Red Flame frowned slightly.

He turned to the refined and cultured middle-aged man sitting beside him, "If we encounter an overwhelming surge of the Evil Tide, Mr. Pei, we’ll need you to take action."

"It’s part of my duties."

Pei Hongjing was also observing their surroundings.

From time to time, he would check the Dispatch Map in his mind, and at other times, he would employ master-level Mysterious Evil tracking abilities.

Under this skill, the tendrils of gray mist gradually became clear, and the changes in the mist threads and the direction of the polluted wind appeared within his field of vision.

Pei Hongjing suddenly stood up, climbed higher, and looked towards a certain spot behind them.

There, strands of gray mist were converging, swirling like a vortex.

"There’s a high probability that a Mysterious Evil will appear at the fourth section,"

he said.

His voice reached the nearby command vehicle, where orders were quickly and methodically issued.

The vortex appeared not far from the national highway, only twenty to thirty meters away. However, the high-speed moving convoy couldn’t stop. Once halted, the well-ordered procession would be disrupted, severely reducing the efficiency of the migration.

This kind of accident was not unique.

If interrupted several times, the migration might as well not be carried out.

However, it was unreasonable to resist. At high speeds, once the drivers were subject to mental assaults, it could easily result in catastrophic pile-ups and loss of lives.

Therefore,

"Employ Plan B."

"Leave it to me!"

A large sword, the size of a door panel, took flight. The owner of the Fire Holder badge, a standout among the second batch of recruits, Jiang Nian—he stepped onto the sword and flew up. Upon reaching the target, he reached out and took out a music box, opening it with care.

The gentle sounds of music spread out, and the nearby scenery changed.

A somewhat illusory carousel scene appeared, replacing the surroundings and enveloping the land roiling with gray mist.

This was the realm-type Strange Implement ’Annie’s Music Box.’

One of the six Ming Deng realm magic items.

Red Flame also took to the sky, a pair of crimson wings of flame forming behind him as he flew into the domain of the music box.

Also in action were two Ming Deng warriors, four special forces investigators, elite members.

Pei Hongjing watched the music box domain, invisible to the naked eye of the ordinary person, and the convoy that continued without pause, without taking action.

From the fight’s beginning to its end, he remained standing, simply observing his surroundings.

He needed to conserve sufficient strength to deal with more troublesome Mysterious Evils.

In the distance, the wind rose, and in his special vision, the gray mist swarmed, gathering from that reality-hidden dimension. A Hell-grade Aberration, tens of meters tall with a grim visage, tore through the thin membrane and crashed down with a thunderous arrival.

Hundreds of card-like faces flew swarming in.

The sound of explosions boomed like thunder, the impact wave violently shaking the illusory domain of the music box.

Beneath the cover of the domain, fiery red light soared into the sky, brightening the dim heavens. Bathed in the scorching radiance, a figure with spread wings descended at the forefront of the convoy.

"Disaster averted, continue onward."