The dark underground space is full of the smell of burning fire, but this smell is a bit strange. It does not have the burnt smell of protein after burning, nor the aroma of steamed meat. If you smell it carefully, it will have a top-notch spice and wood burned.

This is abnormal in itself, and what is even more abnormal is that as the one hundred and eight figures were burned to ashes in silence, golden spots of light suddenly appeared in their original positions.

They were small projectiles about the size of broad beans. They were golden and round, with dan radiances emerging on them, clouds and smoke lingering, making people feel as if they saw the elixirs in myths. In fact, to some extent, they are indeed elixirs. But to put it more accurately, they should be called elixirs. Of course, these so-called elixirs cannot be eaten. Their only function is to provide these 108 existences known as merlins and provide necessary survival energy.

The so-called Merlin, whether it is the existence that Victor has seen or the existence he has never seen before, actually has a common identity, that is, the artificial human being. Combining the ancient Mohist mechanism and the human body refining method in alchemy, Smith Zhou created these 108 special existences in a long time. Their purpose is only one, that is, to assist Smith Zhou in completing the plan he has planned for thousands of years. Now, this is the most critical moment, and at this most critical moment, these created artificial human beings have devoted their entirety to their creators without hesitation.

Their bodies were burned to ashes, and their existence was only the golden elixirs that were used as energy sources. When these golden elixirs appeared one after another in the burning fire, the ancient mirror that had been floating in the air suddenly trembled slightly and made a slight sound.

The sound of the sound was like a charge horn blowing. Suddenly, all the golden elixirs turned into streams of light, and shot towards the ancient mirror in the air desperately.

One or two golden elixirs hit the mirror of the ancient mirror, causing the ancient mirror to ripples. Every time it hits, the heavenly stems and earthly branches, the four symbols and eight trigrams, and even the ancient characters behind the ancient mirror flashed golden light one after another.

When all one hundred and eight golden elixirs were integrated into this ancient mirror, the entire mirror was already full of golden light and radiant light. At first glance, people could feel the endless power contained in it. This is a magical weapon, no doubt. But even such a magical weapon suddenly made a crackling sound after a moment.

As if it had endured some unbearable weight, the mirror surface of this ancient mirror suddenly exploded. As the mirror surface exploded, the copper-golded mirror body, the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the four symbols and eight trigrams were all in the roar, and the entire ground turned into powder.

The ancient mirror no longer exists, and with the destruction of the ancient mirror, black shadows and waves emerged directly from the completely cracked mirror one by one, then roared, screamed and yelled, drilled through the ground, and drilled into London covered by thick fog.

London in the fog has become completely different. But all this, the mortals living in the secular world do not have a slight feeling. They are still doing normal routines and even saying that because the fog is too heavy, many people have obtained a temporary vacation opportunity. This makes them complain about the thick fog and can't help but feel a little grateful for it. However, there is an exception, that is, the police.

The existence of thick fog has put traffic in London into chaos. This kind of thick fog that is invisible not only makes the traffic light useless, but also makes it more possible for cars to have close contact. In just one hour, the London Police Department has received no less than fifty reports of traffic accidents. Faced with this situation, the London police had to send all police and intelligent equipment to maintain traffic safety as much as possible.

This is very difficult and thrilling. Because in this kind of ghost weather, even if a car is driving towards you, you cannot see clearly. If the owner of the car does not notice your existence, it will definitely be the birth of another traffic accident.

It’s okay for smart machines. With great power, they are fully capable of withstanding any violent impact from vehicles. But those human police officers do not have the ability to do this. As long as they are caught, they will be sent to the hospital for a while even if they don’t die. However, few people are willing to try such a life-threatening move.

Therefore, in name, intelligent equipment cooperates with London police to maintain smooth traffic. But in fact, almost all policemen gave up the idea of ​​working seriously. This is also a phenomenon caused by the emergence of intelligent equipment. After all, compared with intelligent equipment with excellent capabilities, human police have had too many disadvantages. It can be said that if it were not for the sudden increase in the number of unemployed people and the society had doubts about the security environment completely controlled by intelligent equipment, the real police would have long joined the unemployed army and become one of countless occupations eliminated by society.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, Wilson, an old policeman who has been working for more than 20 years, is fulfilling his tasks loyally. The reason why he does this is on the one hand because of his professional ethics, while on the other hand, it is entirely because of his disgust and rejection of intelligence.

As one of the most determined conservative members, Wilson's thoughts have been stuck in the last century. Even smartphones cannot accept him, he naturally cannot accept the existence of smart machines that are very likely to squeeze him into the unemployed in the future. If, according to him, all smart machines should be put into the recycling bin, shattered by those crushers, and then completely poured into the sea.

However, this idea was obviously impossible to achieve. So he could only stubbornly fight his own efforts and compete with these intelligent weapons. Just like now, although standing on the road to command traffic has become a very dangerous task, he still fought for his life and stood there strongly.

The fog became deeper and deeper, and the light source that could have been vaguely visible was completely submerged. This made the situation more and more dangerous, especially those Mercedes-Benz vehicles, who would not know their locations if they were not listening to the sound. However, as the vehicles increased, the impatient horn sound became more and more complicated, and this way of distinguishing positions became increasingly unreliable.

He swears and avoids a jeep with a strong momentum, knocks on his window to let the driver pay attention to the current situation. Wilson starts to complain in his heart. In fact, to be honest, he doesn't want to continue doing this. In just a short while, he was almost touched by the car twice. If he continues these things, he might have to lie down and go back today.

But as soon as he heard the announcement of intelligence and weapons coming from his headphones, a little fighting spirit and anger suddenly arose in his heart. He was unwilling to admit defeat, at least he could not admit defeat in this matter. So he gritted his teeth and persevered again. And just as he finally regained his energy, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away.

"What happened? A car accident?"

When Wilson heard this voice, he was shocked. If a car accident occurred within his management scope at this time, wouldn’t it mean that he was not as good as the pile of broken copper and iron? Thinking of this, he immediately raised the flashlight in his hand and walked towards the place where the sound came.

The thick fog almost lost its meaning, so he did not realize what the truth was like when he walked to the location.

They were two cars that I didn't know how they met together. One of them turned over and pressed on the other. The strong impact made both cars shrivel, so naturally, it was almost impossible for anyone in the car to survive safely.

"Damn it!"

This situation was a little frustrating, so Wilson immediately cursed indignantly. However, before he could finish his scolding, a new loud bang suddenly came from a location not far away.

This immediately changed Wilson's face, and then he couldn't help but mutter to the loud noise.

"Damn it, it's not so unlucky, there's no reason to meet them together!"

As he said this, he walked towards the direction where the sound occurred again. But this time, before he could get closer, a howling wind suddenly flew from ahead.

This sound made him subconsciously make a move to lie down with his head, which also made him lucky to escape the disaster. Because it was not until the sound of the wind flew over his head that he realized that it was a car that was flying for some unknown reason. It is conceivable what would happen if it was hit by it.

This made him feel a little grateful, but he was also a little confused. How could the car fly by itself? There is no reason at all. Based on human curiosity, he immediately looked in the direction where the car flew. When he saw it, he immediately saw a huge figure gradually approaching from the thick fog.

It was a huge and incredible monkey with a slump nose, a convex forehead, and a green hair all over it. Its neck was covered with snow-white hair. Its fangs were as shiny as steel, its eyes were as bright as flames, its neck was as bent as back, and its head had two horns. Clouds and mists were shrouded in its mouth and nose, and lightning was generated during breathing.
Chapter completed!