The torrential rain continued late at night.
The wind raged across the fields, whipping the waist-high cornfields into undulating waves.
And so it was under this wind and rain.
A gravel road leading to the edge of Smallville.
Several military off-road vehicles with their headlights off and a modified truck were parked calmly in the swaying shadows of the trees.
Fresh mud covered the entire car body.
This place is less than two miles from the site of the recent massive "collapse".
" Flag, the thermal imager shows a faint residual energy in the anomalous area ahead."
But the magnetic field is very unstable, as if it has been disturbed by something.
The interior of the truck was bathed in dim red light.
Major Flag, wearing a helmet, gripped his military communications terminal tightly, looking constipated.
Behind him, through the window of the carriage, sat several jovial, carefree "scoundrels."
"Damn, it's so hot that even the lice in my pants are getting heatstroke."
Harkness sprawled out on the bench, one hand reaching into his pocket and rummaging around a couple of times without any restraint.
He then pulled out his finger, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it intensely, looking completely absorbed.
"Damn! This smell... it's absolutely amazing! Hey, Lawton, can you smell that? This is the real smell of a man."
Remember what I told you about? The nightclubs in Brooklyn back in the day.
That busty girl smelled this scent, and she went all out, she practically ripped my skin off!
"That's called smegma inflammation, don't fucking disgust me..."
Lawton kept his head down, pulling a row of bullets from his shoulder bag, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"If you fucking stick your filthy hand any closer to me, I'll chop it off and shove it into your third eye."
"Tch~ What are you pretending for?"
Harkness didn't pull her hand back; instead, she rubbed her grimy fingernails on Lawton's ammunition box.
"I don't know who was holding it in... rubbing their penis against the bed every night, I could hear it all clearly--"
Shut your stinking mouths!
At that moment, the passenger side window was suddenly flung open halfway.
Flag, his face contorted with barely suppressed rage, raised the black detonator he was holding high in the air.
" Harkness, if I hear you utter another word, I'll detonate your collar right now."
The carriage was silent for two seconds.
Sitting at the very back, Turner, who had been resting with his eyes closed, shifted his position in frustration.
The massive, tower-like body pressed down on the cart floor, making a creaking sound.
"Oh dear... I'm so scared, the officer's getting angry!"
Harkness slowly withdrew his hand.
There wasn't a trace of fear on his face; instead, he grinned and whistled at Flag.
"What... we've been stuck in this beat-up car for two hours, our prostates are practically swollen from all the stuffiness..."
"Why don't you open the door and let us go out and have some fun?"
"I fucking said, it's not time yet!"
Flag suppressed his anger and glared fiercely at Harkness, that troublemaker.
If it weren't for that fat hag Amanda Waller giving a strict order not to make a move before the operation...
He would have shot that idiot who's always spouting nonsense long ago.
After all, they are just dispensable consumables.
"And also, you must remember...!"
Our task is to search for and retrieve that yellow residue from the picture, without making any unnecessary noise.
Flag pulled another photograph from his pocket and gave a stern warning.
"A commotion? Don't be ridiculous... Major, in this awful weather outside, even a stray dog wouldn't give us a second glance."
Harkness grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and gave a lewd smile.
And it was at this moment!
The oppressive sky above suddenly seemed to sink.
The entire dark, gloomy cloud began to churn without warning, like boiling black liquid.
An oppressive, invisible aura of terror crashed down from the sky.
The air pressure inside the carriage was abruptly pulled out in that instant.
Everyone's eardrums began to feel involuntarily stuffy and swollen, and some even experienced unbearable tinnitus.
Amidst the dark clouds.
A straight, verdant line runs vertically from the sky down to the ground.
"Thump--!!!"
The dome, with its low-hanging black clouds, has a huge groove carved out from its center, revealing a sharp green line.
The next second, a blazing emerald-green weapon, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it scraped against the clouds, landed on the ground.
Collapse, piercing sound, electric shock!
"Sizzle--thump!!"
The wake disappeared, and the green flames roared and crashed into the front of the convoy.
Impact, ground shattering, violent shockwave!
The relatively solid mud foundation was carved into a terrifyingly deep crater by the impact.
Dozens of tons of mud and gravel, soaked with rainwater, rose from the ground.
Mixed with uprooted grass roots and withered wood, a turbid wave obscured the moon from the basin.
And it was at that very moment that the turbid waves swept in!
A solidified, deep green aura lit up from the front, then swept across the ground at a visible speed, hurtling straight towards them.
The intense green energy instantly evaporated the mud along the way, sending billowing white vapors flying in all directions.
The roadside thorns and the piles of firewood along the edge were swept away in the blazing light, turning into ashes.
One second.
The overwhelming green barrier crashed head-on into the convoy, as if it were destroying everything in its path.
"Damn it... Enemy attack!! Get out of the vehicle! Get cover on the spot!!"
Seeing this scene that completely defied all moral norms, Flag, while shocked, gritted his teeth and used his back to smash open the deformed car door.
As he rolled into the mud, he flashed to the side of a vehicle, his gun barrel swiftly raised towards the unknown rain.
At this moment, the thugs inside the car realized the seriousness of the situation, hastily pried open the car door, and tumbled into a muddy area in a sorry state.
And it was at the very last moment that Turner, the largest of the trains, was about to burst out of the carriage!
The raging green barrier flashed by, shattering the steel plate of the side window.
"Bang!!"
The vehicle's frame was as fragile as clay, and was crushed into a ball by this terrifying force, rendering it completely unusable.
The several-ton steel lump was pushed sideways for more than ten meters in the mud, plowing out several deep ravines.
Hanging, crumbling.
Using the remaining potential energy.
The massive iron body even twisted several times in mid-air before finally crashing heavily into the mud in an upside-down position.
The torrential rain continued to pour down.
As the smoke billowed, the torrential rain grew even denser, further reducing visibility.
Not far away, in that terrifying crash site.
In the depths of the abyss, not a wisp of smoke or dust could be seen.
In the misty air, only the traces left by the millstone remained.
At the edge of the concave depression, the sticky mud, under the influence of high temperatures and rain, solidified into large patches of dark, turquoise crystals.
The camera moves forward again.
Within a ball of emerald-green cold fire, an arc-shaped enclosure gradually expanded outwards from the center of the ground.
A figure slowly rose from the bottom of the pit.
As soon as the torrential rain approached, it was blocked by the surging emerald energy flow, which dispersed layers of water vapor.
The inside of the arc-shaped shield is completely dry.
The scorched earth was burning hot, and wisps of smoke rose from it.
The tall, slender figure stood in the center of the scorched earth, its dark red body gleaming with a murky, worm-like glaze pattern under the dim light.
His neat, black hair lay flat against the back of his head, as if cast from molten iron.
Soaked to the bone, he surveyed the desolate wilderness, his expression indifferent.
"... This is Earth?"