70: Chapter 70 Spatial Anchoring! Want to use a Return Scroll? Dream on!

On the top floor of the World Trade Center, the gale whipped the skirt of the girl held by the Tyrant, making it snap loudly.

The girl was too terrified to make a sound, her body twitching instinctively. The Tyrant's hand clamped around her neck like an iron vice, with half her body already suspended over the hundreds-of-meters-high drop.

"Watch closely! This is what you call physical shock!" The Tyrant grinned as he turned back, looking at the holographic screen still playing "Tom and Jerry," then glanced at the police cars in the distance, which looked like ants.

He loosened two fingers.

The girl's body plunged downward, a dying whimper squeezed from her throat.

Just then.

"Hummm—"

A low buzzing sound, like a vibration coming from the depths of the Earth's core, instantly drowned out the wind at that high altitude.

Immediately after, four blinding red beams of light erupted from the ground at the southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest corners of the World Trade Center, shooting straight into the clouds.

The red light converged a kilometer above, instantly exploding into a massive, translucent red cubic light barrier, sealing the entire World Trade Center and the surrounding kilometer area tightly inside, like a bowl placed upside down.

The Tyrant's hand paused abruptly.

The feeling was strange. It was as if he had been thrown into a giant piece of amber, and even the flow of the air had become viscous.

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

This time, it wasn't just the Tyrant; the Main God watches of everyone in the Demon Squad erupted simultaneously with an unprecedented, piercing alarm, and red holographic projections popped up directly onto everyone's retinas.

[Severe warning! S-Class spatial interference detected!]

[Coordinates lost... Attempting to reconnect... Reconnection failed!]

[Spatial teleportation function disabled! Return function disabled! Item exchange function disabled!]

"What is this?!"

The Demon Fox, who had always appeared lazy and casual, saw the seductive smile on her face freeze instantly. She tapped frantically at the dial on her wrist, but there was only garbled code on it.

"Teleportation has been cut off?" The mountain of flesh with a massive build turned his head in a panic, his voice becoming shrill with fear. "The channel to the Main God Space is broken? How is that possible! This is just a low-level plane without Spiritual Qi!"

For Reincarnators, their greatest confidence did not come from the high-tech weapons in their hands or their enhanced bloodlines, but from the "Return" mechanism that allowed them to run away at any time.

If they couldn't win, they ran; if they finished the mission, they withdrew. This was the foundation of their reckless behavior across the myriad worlds. But now, the door had been welded shut.

"What are you panicking about!" The Tyrant threw the girl back onto the rooftop floor. She rolled twice like a ragdoll and passed out.

He strode to the edge of the rooftop and smashed his fist hard against the layer of red light.

"Bang!"

The monstrous strength, enough to blow up a tank with one punch, didn't even stir a ripple on the light barrier. Instead, a massive rebounding force struck back, numbing the web between the Tyrant's thumb and index finger.

"Damn it, what kind of barrier is this? A trap formation from the cultivation world? Or a no-fly Domain from the magic side?" The Tyrant gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flickering in his single eye.

Just then, all the fire alarms, elevator speakers, and even the roadside loudspeakers inside the building simultaneously emitted a static sound.

Zzzzz—

Then, that male voice they found so annoying, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, echoed clearly throughout the entire red cubic space.

"This is not a dungeon."

"Nor is it your so-called low-level plane playground."

Gu Changan's voice sounded slightly distorted through the broadcast, yet it carried an unquestionable coldness.

"This is Chinese territory, the sovereign scope of the Peoples Republic of China."

Beside the command vehicle downstairs, Gu Changan stood in front of the holographic tactical map, his fingers gently sliding across the red square on the screen representing the blockade zone.

He did not look up, as if he were reading a pre-drafted verdict to the air.

"According to the relevant provisions of the 'Criminal Law of the Peoples Republic of China' and the 'Anti-Terrorism Law', you have been classified as a foreign armed terrorist force."

"Although I don't expect you social scum who treat murder as a game to understand human language, as a law enforcer, I still have to follow the procedure."

Gu Changan paused, no emotion detectable in his tone.

"Abandon resistance and crouch down with your hands on your heads. Although, given your crimes, this will not change the outcome of being killed, it will at least allow your corpses to remain more intact."

On the rooftop, the Tyrant's face twitched violently, veins bulging.

Humiliation.

This was naked humiliation.

As a veteran Reincarnator who had experienced seven horror movies in the Main God Space and slaughtered several planes, when had he ever been treated like this by a native NPC?

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The Tyrant grabbed Hawk-Eye, who was beside him, and roared: "Forget about those messy barriers! Blow that poser's head off downstairs for me! Immediately! Right now!"

Hawk-Eye was also covered in cold sweat. He quickly set up the sci-fi sniper rifle in his hands—the "Thor" Gauss electromagnetic cannon.

This was a C-class technological weapon exchanged in the Main God Space for a value of 3000 reward points. It used superconducting coils to accelerate projectiles to an initial velocity of 8 times the speed of sound, capable of piercing the frontal armor of a heavy tank from two kilometers away.

"Seeking death..." Hawk-Eye, through the smart scope, instantly locked onto the figure in the suit downstairs.

Perspective mode activated.

Windage correction completed.

Gravity parameters locked.

The crosshairs were fixed dead on Gu Changan's glabella.

Hawk-Eye took a deep breath, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

So what if they couldn't return? As long as they killed all the resistance forces here and slaughtered this world clean, the Main God would naturally judge the mission complete.

"Go to hell, NPC."

Hawk-Eye pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Click.

A crisp sound, similar to a toy gun firing on an empty chamber, sounded particularly jarring on the silent rooftop.

No blue electric arcs flashed.

No deafening sonic boom.

That exaggerated, futuristic-looking "Thor" electromagnetic cannon was like a fire poker, completely unresponsive.

Hawk-Eye froze.

The Tyrant froze.

Even the Demon Fox, who was charging a plasma grenade nearby, froze.

"What's going on? Did it jam?" Hawk-Eye pulled the trigger frantically, the "click-click" sounds continuous, sounding as ridiculous as someone performing clapper talk for children.

"Impossible... This is a high-tech weapon, the internal structure is solid-state encapsulated, how could it jam!" Hawk-Eye panicked; he slapped the gun body desperately and even tried to check the energy cartridge.

The indicator lights were all off.

This weapon of mass destruction was, at this moment, not even as useful as a primitive gunpowder pistol.

"It seems the quality of your toys isn't very good."

Gu Changan's voice rang out from the broadcast at the right moment, carrying a touch of nonchalant mockery.

Downstairs.

Gu Changan looked at the data report sent by the special operations team and nodded with satisfaction.

"Chen Xiaobei, well done."

Chen Xiaobei's smug voice came through the earpiece: "Hehe, Team Leader, this is the 'Wide-Area Strong Magnetic Pulse Generator' created by those madmen in our bureau's research department. Although its lethality isn't great, against this kind of precision tech weapon that relies on electronic components, it's a dimension-reduction strike. As long as it has circuit boards or chips inside, they've all been burned into scrap metal now."

Gu Changan straightened his slightly crooked tie and looked up at the top of the building shrouded in red light.

Although separated by hundreds of meters, he could almost see the colorful expressions of that group of so-called "Reincarnators" at this moment.