Chapter 560: Chapter 389 The Remaining Power of the Desecrated Duke_2 Chapter 560: Chapter 389 The Remaining Power of the Desecrated Duke_2 Every ti the high-ranking mbers acted, a cost had to be paid!
The higher the sequence, the greater the cost!
‘After being promoted to a high position, had I beco a source of contamination…?’
Chen Lun’s expression was solemn.
‘It really confirms that saying, the gifts bestowed by destiny are priced in secret… The acquisition of power inevitably carries contamination and madness!’
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The six did not stay long.
After a brief exchange, Chen Lun followed five governing officers toward the fortress.
This building, seemingly no different from other Abomination Fortresses, was their true target. It played a decisive role in the overall battle situation, its importance was self-evident.
“The Shelter, Sun Church, and Moon Church are not slow in their actions; according to the latest intelligence, they have already identified the specific locations of another two base fortresses and sixteen node fortresses and have already made their move…”
Mulenga said calmly while jumping at high speed.
“Although the Red Apple Church is powerful, after all, it is contending against the entire Empire by itself… The original guardian Lafa here has already perished. Even if the enemy reacts, they likely cannot dispatch more high-ranked combat power to guard this place…”
“Even so, we must not let our guard down.”
Kingsberg spoke with a grave voice.
“The Red Apple Church has a foundation that spans a thousand years; who knows what hidden thods they still have.”
“You’re right, Kingsberg,”
Mulenga looked at him and nodded.
The rest nodded, signifying their understanding.
As if to confirm Kingsberg’s words, the group had not yet reached the vicinity of the fortress when they felt the ground shake violently.
Boom!
The red fortress in the distance rose from the ground, its fleshly legs plunging into the earth, supporting the massive structure in mid-air. Red light spread out, followed by a thunderous roar and prayers coming from all directions.
“Be careful! It has drawn all the city’s Fallen Believers here!”
Bindu slightly furrowed his brow and inford the others through the shadows he had placed earlier.
“Creatures of this level are no different from cannon fodder to us; the opponent would know this… Using the Fallen Believers to besiege us makes no sense.”
Mulenga watched the swarming ‘crowd’ and spoke indifferently.
Whiz— Splat!
He slightly raised his right arm and gently waved it.
A ten-ter-long shadow suddenly popped out from the ground, twisting and flinging like a piece of black cloth, instantly slicing dozens of Fallen Believers at the waist. Due to inertia, their lower bodies continued to run forward a certain distance before collapsing.
Then the ‘shadow cloth’ spread out and covered downward, engulfing these bisected, still twitching creatures, completely annihilating them.
“Wait.”
Kingsberg frowned and spoke, stopping the others ready to act.
“They don’t seem to be coming for us.”
“Hmm?”
Everyone stood still and soon realized that this endless stream of Fallen Believers, as if not seeing them at all, bypassed them and charged toward the Abomination Fortress.
Buzz!
A high-frequency vibrating sound began.
Within a few hundred ters centered on the fortress, there suddenly appeared to be no gravity, and countless fragnts and the charging Fallen Believers all floated toward the fortress, attaching to it.
The relentless explosions of flesh continued, and the Fallen Believers in mid-air directly burst open, turning into hideous tendrils of flesh which, as if crudely kneaded by invisible giant hands, were forcibly pressed onto the fortress, aggregating into a giant atball!
Within just tens of seconds, the already enormous Abomination Fortress swelled further, its surface covered with a thick layer of writhing flesh, even growing hundreds of thick, long tendrils.
Those tendrils flailed, whistling and stirring up fierce winds.
Dozens of figures in red robes with bat wings flew towards them, stopping about fifty ters away.
The lead red-robed bishop held a phantom of an open book, which constantly emitted a disturbing red light, causing even Kingsberg and the others to frown.
“The projection of the S-grade Mysterious Object – Rose Bible…”
“That aura… It seems it has preserved the power of the first of the Ten Cores, Desecrated Duke Ragnar, now activated, aggregating the flesh of tens of thousands of Fallen Believers here to create that giant abnormal monster.”
The Governing Officers exchanged glances, discerning the other’s strength, and communicated in grave tones.
Chen Lun’s heart tightened.
‘The Rose Bible? Red Apple Church’s Church Level Mysterious Object… It seems to function similarly to the Bone Gallery, capable of preserving others’ supernatural powers.’
On the side of the Red Apple Church, the lead red-robed bishop, his expression both devout and tinged with madness, held up the Bible and proclaid:
“mbers of the Generous Council! I, the bishop of the Red Apple Church, Gerji, hereby declare that our church will be forever immortal in executing Rose’s will! And we, the humble gardeners, will also offer our last strength for this great cause!”
The bishop and the surrounding clergy suddenly spread their arms, their faces contorted, hysterically chanting:
“Praise the Rose! Praise the Rose! Praise the Rose!!”
Whoo!
The projection of the Bible in the bishop’s hand emitted a blinding red light, shot into the sky, and then disappeared.
The dozens of figures in red robes no longer resisted the enormous suction force and flew into the fortress, bursting into a mass of writhing flesh upon impact, becoming part of the “Flesh Bastion.”
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