I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

Only a madman would come into contact with the hidden power.

Chen Zhou was not sure whether Blue Star was captured by the real Accord Demon Realm or whether Alphonse had done something wrong, but he had to take action.

Amei, look, Gotham City.

Since a week ago, an ominous fog has shrouded the city and sky.

There is no way to detect the components of those fogs, as if they do not exist in the real world, and all people can see is the projection of the fog in reality.

However, when residents tried to break through the fog and explore outside the city.

Everyone who tries to leave the city falls instantly into death upon contact with the fog.

There was no disease, no virus, and no abnormality in the body. It was as if life was coming to an end naturally, and he stopped breathing with a horrified expression and eyes.

They may have seen something in the fog, but no one wanted to see the same thing.

Fortunately, some superheroes who are immune to toxins, or people who are already lifeless, are not suspected to be affected by the fog.

Even so, it was impossible for them to leave this damn city with the residents of Gotham City.

Especially those superheroes who can ignore the fog to a certain extent show that at least several surrounding cities are also shrouded in fog, and unknown dark monsters wander in the magnified wilderness. Perhaps cities across the world are trapped in the same situation.

No way out in sight.

As the period of being cut off from communication with the outside world reaches a week, the atmosphere of panic has spread to the entire city.

Food and supplies were looted wildly, and hundreds of cases even broke out.

From time to time, citizens desperately attack shopping malls, but even the survival of shopping malls is not enough.

The police force began to be as scarce as the hair on the top of a bald man's head, and supplies were about to run out.

Amei, the residents you see may have stocked up on a lot of bullets, but they are still slightly short of food.

Food, supplies, electricity, water supply, heating...

It is now late autumn, and if the current crisis cannot be solved, Gotham City is destined to cease to exist after this winter.

And even these troubles are not all.

In the early morning of the eighth day, the 1000th bloodshed in the past few days broke out in the city.

The police department, which had been running smoothly for a week, did not give out a prize for this memorable number. Instead, it came to a complete halt due to the last straw - fear-driven citizens rushed into the police station and snatched away any valuable resources.

Yet another institution comes to a standstill.

Superheroes with super powers played a limited role during this period, and they were still unable to solve the most fundamental contradiction at the moment.

Now, Gotham City is faced with a difficult but necessary choice - who should use the remaining supplies?

Just when despair is spreading invisibly.

A strange yellow figure visited the freight company "Principality of Winter" at Dixon Terminal and was secretly taken inside.

"I'm glad to see that your time has not been turned back. It seems that the magic can't affect places other than Asta."

After hearing this, the white gentleman and punk youth opposite the speaker looked surprised and recognized each other's identity.

"Boss, uh, Grand Duke? Are you here to take us away?" Bailong Dahe was a little excited. He thought the other party had forgotten about her.

Chen Zhou, who had recreated the simulacrum, smiled and spoke in a relaxed tone: "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news?" Lightning subconsciously wanted to understand the positive side first.

"The good news is that as the Great River Territory disappeared due to the passage of time, I am no longer the Grand Duke."

Hearing this, Dahe's face cleared up. What kind of good news was this? It was just forced upon him!

"Ahem, the bad news is that you can no longer leave Blue Star."

Dahe, who had tried "transportation to another world" but failed, frowned: "Can't you even do it?"

Chen Zhou sighed. Whether it was the secret power (also known as the dark power) or the true god, it was very difficult to fight against these transcendent existences.

In the final analysis, he is just a little sorcerer with no talent.

"First of all, you need to know the current state of Gotham. The planet has been pulled into a place suspected to be Ravenloft. Unknown forces will distort people's spells and prevent all interdimensional effects from taking effect smoothly.

"In addition, corruption, evil and madness will attract mysterious beings, causing some unpredictable consequences."

The Accord Demon Realm is a cage specially used to imprison dark lords. Theoretically, no one can leave here.

Not even Chen Zhou.

The simulacra thrown here is equivalent to being scrapped and can never return to the paradise.

After roughly understanding his situation, Dahe asked with an ugly face: "Then what should we do?"

And Chen Zhou’s answer was——

"I do not know."

After thinking for a moment, he added: "Struggle, in the hell of suffering and pain."

Lightning's scalp went numb when he heard this: "That means there is no hope? In the place where the dark lord is imprisoned, why should an innocent ordinary person like Lightning be imprisoned?"

Chen Zhou expressed doubts about the notion of "pure virtue" among spotted cats.

Has this cat person forgotten that his stupidity caused an army of undead creatures to cholera the pure white frozen soil?

"Okay, I totally understand."

Probably because he has lived in modern society for a long time, Bailong's human body seems to be much smarter: "But I think you don't need to bother me to go there in person for this kind of thing, right?"

Chen Zhou nodded, of course, if he just wanted to give a notification and send a text message on his mobile phone, that would be fine.

"I came to Blue Star this time to recycle the Knight Transformer that I lent to others. I can't send it back, but I must at least collect the usage data during this period."

While talking, Chen Zhou took out 11 more third-level Rubik's cubes of different colors from his bag.

"These are new versions of the transformers I made before, with temporary functions such as dealing with fog.

"Pig bow, dragon gun, tiger cannon, monkey hammer, etc... You claim to be your own works and take them to negotiate with the Super League. I want to see their experimental data."

Looking at the various Rubik's cubes that the other party took out, Ling Ling couldn't help but complain: "These names all sound weird. Are they the same series as the previous Rat Rider?"

"Of course, and the updated version has additional functions that allow the holder to become a celestial warlock... You can read the instructions yourself for these details."

After all the new versions of the transformers were handed over to the Principality of Winter for distribution, Chen Zhou's simulacrum returned to Chinatown.

The original house is still reserved for him, but it is currently without water, electricity, air and is full of dust. There may be unexpected uninvited guests. I am afraid that he will not be able to live in peace of mind in a short time...