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64: Chapter 64 Mr. Dragon, Will You Still Struggle?People’s Square.

The wind had changed.

The majestic, righteous Qi that had just moments ago surged between heaven and earth with the triumphant return of the heroic spirits was abruptly shattered by a damp, viscous, and chilling current. It felt like an icy, mucus-covered hand slowly stroking the back of everyone’s neck, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

Above, the originally brilliant golden light barrier still shimmered, but beyond it, the clouds pressed down oppressively low, as if about to touch the city’s lightning rods.

These were not ordinary dark clouds, but a nauseating shade of deep purple, like the pooled, infected blood from a festering wound, or as if someone had violently splashed a bucket of rotten, fermented grape juice across the vast canvas of the heavens.

An indescribably cloying, sweet-rotten smell began to permeate the air. It wasn’t overpowering, yet it was penetrating, a mix of rotten apples, formaldehyde, and the scent of some deep-sea mollusk carcass, forcing its way into people’s nostrils.

*Drip.*

The first raindrop fell into a flowerbed at the edge of the square.

It landed on a newly transplanted ornamental rose, its bud plump and a vibrant crimson red. The moment the purple droplet touched the petal, it didn’t splash like ordinary rain. Instead, with a faint sizzle like strong acid meeting butter, it began to etch.

In full view of everyone, that vibrant red didn’t last half a second. The petals rapidly turned from red to gray, then from gray to black, before dissolving into a puddle of foul-smelling black liquid that dripped down the stem.

The spread of death was alarmingly fast. Green leaves curled and scorched, stems carbonized and crumbled, and finally, even the soil around the roots transformed into a patch of smoking, lifeless black. A once-vibrant plant became a disgusting pool of pus in the blink of an eye.

Then came the second drop, the third.

In an instant, the rain poured down in sheets.

A curtain of purple rain, like countless beaded strands, enveloped the entire city.

”Alert!! Protect the leaders!!”

A colonel in charge of security roared. Dozens of shield-bearing soldiers instinctively raised their alloy tower shields, attempting to create a sheltered area above Long Yi, Su Yun, and the others.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

This terrifying poisonous rain, capable of instantly turning plants into putrid water, fell upon the alloy shields and even splashed onto the exposed hands and necks of a few soldiers on the periphery... with absolutely no reaction.

No burning, no corrosion, not even a hint of itch or pain. It slid off the skin like the gentlest spring rain, leaving behind only that indelible stench and causing no direct harm to the human body.

And precisely because of this targeted ”harmlessness,” the golden Great Wall light barrier, which had withstood countless attacks and was seen by the people of Dragon Summer as an absolute defense line, now remained as silent and inactive as if blind.

The Great Wall’s defense mechanism determined: This is a natural meteorological phenomenon. Non-aggressive ability. Non-hostile entity. Cannot intercept.

But that was the true, bone-chilling horror of it.

*Sizzle... Hiss...*

At that very moment, from the greenbelts surrounding the square to the century-old sycamore trees lining the distant streets, came wave upon wave of sounds that made scalps crawl.

The city’s lush greenery, under the deluge of purple rain, withered, blackened, and festered at a visibly rapid pace.

The city’s trees seemed to have their Souls sucked dry, leaving only bare, pitch-black skeletal limbs pointing accusingly at the sky.

Old Ross, confined in the prison transport van and previously ashen-faced, seemed to experience a sudden, maddened surge of vitality at the sight, like a dying rabid dog having its final moment of clarity.

He lunged against the iron bars, his withered fingers gripping the rain-slicked metal tightly, completely ignoring the purple rain drifting in through the window gaps and spattering his age-spotted face.

”Hahahaha! It’s here! Finally here!”

Old Ross pressed his face against the bars, his features contorted with excessive excitement into a grotesque mask, a broken, bellows-like laugh rattling from his throat:

”Long Yi! Do you see it?! This isn’t a bomb, it’s not magic! This is a gift from nature! This is the cleansing from the top of the food chain!”

Due to the torrential rain, the convoy had to halt temporarily at the square’s exit. Old Ross’s voice pierced through the downpour, dripping with a hysterical, vengeful glee:

”Your ’Wall’ can stop nukes, it can stop monsters, but can it stop the ’weather’? Can it stop the microbes in the air?”

”This is ’desolation’! An S-class virus specifically developed to target plant genetic chains! A single drop is enough to kill all crops within a hundred miles! The land will turn to saline-alkali soil, the water sources will become poison pools!”

”Enjoy it while you can! You’ll starve to death in three months! Die of thirst! This land will be utterly sealed off, transformed into one giant, withered tomb!”

Long Yi stood under the rain shelter, his face dark enough to wring water from.

He ignored Old Ross’s raving and turned to look at Qin Shuangyue beside him.

No question was even needed. A string of glaring red alerts lit up the military tablet in Qin Shuangyue’s hand. The usually ice-cold female general now wore a deeply furrowed brow.

”Sir... the situation is extremely grave.”

Qin Shuangyue’s voice was taut, like a fully drawn bowstring: ”It’s not just the capital. The meteorological bureau just issued a highest-level red alert. This purple cloud mass moved in on the westerlies. Coverage exceeds three million square kilometers! It’s blanketing our entire North China Plain, Northeast Plain, and the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River Plain!”

Standing nearby, Agricultural Minister Liu Nong swayed violently upon hearing this, nearly collapsing on the spot.

The old man, who had spent his whole life dealing with the land, instantly felt his eyes burn with fury.

”That’s... that’s our grain-producing region...” Liu Nong’s lips trembled, ”All of it, painstakingly nurtured with Comrade Su Yun’s help...”

”Report!”

A communications officer stumbled through the rain curtain, soaked to the bone, his face a mix of rainwater and cold sweat, clutching a sodden dispatch tightly:

”Urgent message from Jiangsu Province! Lake Taihu experienced a sudden, massive red tide outbreak one minute ago! All water quality monitors have maxed out! A large number of dead fish are floating on the surface! All freshwater conversion facilities along the lake have been forced into emergency shutdown! Expert teams confirm... the water is highly toxic, unfilterable!”

”Report! Urgent message from Henan Province! The ten-thousand-mu experimental wheat field in Zhoukou... completely wiped out!”

Another communications officer followed close behind, ”Soil tests show highly active unknown toxins. The experts say... they say this land has been utterly killed. Nothing will grow here in the future, not even grass!”

Bad news flew in like a blizzard.

Each piece of news was like a heavy hammer, smashing into the chests of everyone present.

The soldiers around, who had been burning with fervor moments ago, now held their weapons with slightly trembling hands.

They weren’t afraid of bleeding, of sacrifice. They’d even charge a hundred-meter-tall beast. But now, facing this sky full of purple rain, facing this vile, root-severing scheme, a profound sense of powerlessness surged from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.

These Western financial conglomerates, unable to break through on the front lines, resort to these despicable, future-destroying tricks.

They aren’t killing people; they are breaking their spirit.

They aim to destroy the very Foundation of this land, to let 1.4 billion people, guarding an impregnable Great Wall, starve to death within their own homeland!

Food is the paramount need of the people. If the harvests fail and water sources are cut off, then no matter how high the Great Wall is built, all it will enclose are starving Souls waiting for slaughter.

”Mr. Dragon, still struggling?”

In the prison van, Old Ross was still laughing, tears streaming down his face: ”Release me. Get on your knees and beg me. Perhaps I might consider giving you a bit of the antidote formula. Otherwise, you’ll have nothing but your rifles to chew on! Oh, right, the soil drenched by ’desolation’ is toxic too! Hahahaha!”

The surrounding soldiers, eyes bloodshot, trembled as they held their rifles. If not for iron-clad military discipline, they would have turned that old bastard into Swiss cheese right then and there.