Chapter 2156: Chapter 2153: It’s Here
A highly secretive compressed space, S-01.
The interior is a spacious circular structure,
including the president, over half of the committee mbers and their subordinate agents are sleeping here, attempting to fully explore and invade the special [Dreamlands].
Although they have already achieved quite a good result,
at this mont,
all the out-of-control individuals sleeping in bed woke up at the sa ti.
With expressions of extre shock, they looked at each other and began to communicate verbally.
Just now,
their extrely convenient and also supervisory [Intranet System] was completely cut off.
The "sub-brains" set between the committee mbers’ brains have all beco ownerless, unable to serve the function of thought supervision.
The president’s face was filled with blue veins:
"How is this possible!? Hidden Brain... how could there be an incident!?
And on the eve of losing contact, Goodman also sent out a very dangerous signal, his aura extrely weak.
Even if they were defeated, they absolutely had a chance to escape, why did sothing happen to them at the sa ti? What exactly happened?"
The president could not comprehend the sudden occurrence.
Hidden Brain was his most trusted subordinate, with his strength greatly acknowledged, he could not be easily killed... As long as Hidden Brain had a thought, he could transmit consciousness to any sub-brain, regenerating perfectly.
To kill Hidden Brain, the following conditions need to be simultaneously satisfied:
1. Determine the brain where Hidden Brain’s main consciousness is located.
2. Before the main consciousness transfers, absolutely seal the brain where the consciousness resides.
3. The Brain Domain level cannot be lower than Hidden Brain, or you have equivalent ntal defense ans.
The president, suppressing the irritation in his heart, spoke with as calm a tone as possible:
"When the intranet was cut, Goodman still had so aura remaining,
the situation with Hidden Brain is unknown, most likely completely locked at the Brain Domain level.
Everyone... co with ! If Goodman and Hidden Brain are our important combat strength, if they also lose contact completely, then this ga, we simply cannot play it.
We will undoubtedly beco slaves to the Demons."
At this ti, there was simply no strategy to speak of,
the president had to bet everything, adopting the most extre combat plan.
...
[Incident Point]
"What is going on?"
Han Dong, who happened to break free from the Brain Domain constraints and pulled away a sufficient distance, was equally shocked by the situation in front of him,
a briefcase enveloping the two halves of Goodman’s head and Hidden Brain’s body.
Through spiritual perception, Han Dong could faintly capture that Hidden Brain seed to be struggling madly inside, but no matter what, couldn’t break free from the briefcase’s restraint.
"No, it’s not just the constraint of the briefcase! There’s sothing else!"
In a state of ’Necromancy’, Han Dong vaguely sensed a strong homology through the briefcase.
"Is it the brain remnant page’s suppressive effect on the brain?
Could it be, this is Goodman’s deliberately left ’redial asure’!?
Must stop this process! Otherwise, I will definitely lose!"
At this mont,
a strong sense of unprecedented crisis and fear surged in Han Dong’s heart.
This feeling urged him to step forward,
however,
Han Dong, having already exhausted his physical strength from fighting with Goodman, plus the recent spiritual impact from Hidden Brain... could only stumble forward two steps before toppling over.
His body functions began to decline,
his hair gradually turning from grey to black.
"Hold on!"
At the critical mont of life and death, Han Dong spared no cost.
The few remaining source liquid stored in the prison world’s cesspool was completely absorbed by Han Dong,
his hair turned back to grey, barely stabilizing his physical state.
At present,
Han Dong no longer had any cards in his hand, the only thing he could do was do whatever it takes to stop the ongoing ’fusion’ before him.
Just then,
a rather magnetic voice ca from within his brain, Han Dong’s shadow trembled along with the voice.
’Han Dong, I’ve changed my mind! The situation before us necessitates our collective organization... Furthermore, Tom Penny also greatly despises Goodman’s actions and is willing to provide assistance.’
’If I could have asked for your help, I would have done so long ago.
But the rules of the [Final Ga] cannot be violated; once I seek help from you, I will be branded as a violator.’
But... at a ti like this, there’s really no room for much consideration.
Let
first try to interrupt the fusion process happening with the briefcase, if things get out of control then I’ll trouble Mr. Teacher and Mr. Penny to take tily action.’
Mr. Teacher, equally panicked,
watching the grotesque scene of the briefcase ’wrapping the head,’ he felt a strong sense of crisis, ’I also don’t want to die here...’
Buzz!
Han Dong tore open a vortex of origin direct to Goodman’s front.
Just as he was about to take a step forward.
A bizarre scene unfolded,
Goodman, with his head covered by a briefcase, suddenly raised his left arm... his palm and fingers coordinated to form a mysterious magnetic field that forcibly sealed the outlet of the Vortex of Origin.
Imdiately after,
there was a commotion from inside the briefcase!
Brain matter surged out like a tidal wave, too fast to react... directly forming an enormous "brain mbrane field" that sealed off the entire area.
Only he and Han Dong were enveloped within it, rejecting any external interference.
Han Dong’s connection with the outside world was severed at that mont.
Even the [Chaos Casino], covertly monitoring the battlefield, suffered significant signal interference, causing a disruption in the transmitted real-ti footage with so delay.
"Damn! It’s too late..."
Han Dong couldn’t help but swallow hard.
He knew that the ’mysterious process’ inside the briefcase had concluded, and he was about to witness the birth of an extrely terrifying entity.
Rules or no rules, Han Dong transmitted to Mr. Teacher:
"Teacher, just observe first! Goodman doesn’t know about your and Mr. Penny’s existence; wait until the last mont... until the very last mont to launch a surprise attack.
The entity about to appear is more terrifying than Goodman of the past."
"Hmm, I’ll wait for the right mont... make sure you don’t just die right away!"
Sigh...
Han Dong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down,
since he couldn’t interrupt it,
he decided to use this brief ti to rest, gulping down the rich brain fluid of the ghouls.
The Great Demon Eye was fixated on ’Goodman’.
With the formation of the "brain mbrane barrier,"
Goodman slowly removed the briefcase from his head, carrying it in his usual manner.
What was revealed,
was a new, clean, and confidently filled face.
He looked like a standard middle-aged man who had just enjoyed a perfect vacation, ready to focus seriously on work, with a morning coffee in hand.
Simultaneously,
a modular halo hovered above Goodman’s head, like a true deity.
His gaze showed no emotional fluctuations,
there was no communication,
Goodman rely stared silently at Han Dong, who was thousands of ters away, retrieving a 9mm handgun from his briefcase.
As the lotus blossod,
Han Dong began flickering and moving at an incredibly fast pace... however, no matter how he evaded, he constantly felt the gun muzzle aid at his forehead.
"Precognitive foresight at a superior level, to what extent has this guy’s brain evolved? My ’movent trajectory’ is being predicted minutes ahead... Do I have no choice but to face it head-on?"
Just as Han Dong hadn’t yet established a defensive stance,
Bam!
The trigger was pulled.
A bizarre bullet, containing the particles of a half-life world and covered in brain tissue on its surface, was fired.
The feeling of death swept through his entire body,
Han Dong was completely unsure if the ans he possessed could block this bullet.
"Teacher! Help!"
Yet,
Han Dong’s call for help was t with no response, and the shadow behind him remained motionless.
Even though he had previously agreed to coordinate with Mr. Teacher, he unexpectedly lost all contact.
Bang!
The multi-layered black sand barrier, branded with scarab beetles, was breached.
The bullet even pierced through the Vortex of Origin channel Han Dong created, in an attempt to deflect its trajectory.
In the end,
Han Dong could only raise the Demon Sword in defense.
Unexpectedly,
the bullet’s surface brain neurons acted as a guide,
a bullet that seed destined to strike the Demon Sword suddenly curved perfectly, bypassing the sword, and heading toward Han Dong’s temple from the side.
"Teacher!!"
As Han Dong shouted,
Screech!
Sothing drilled out from deep within his ear canal.
A withered, rocky grey arm, riddled with tiny pores like chaos, suddenly extended from his ear... and with two fingers, it firmly caught the bullet.
At the sa mont,
a notification from void space penetrated the brain mbrane barrier, coming through intermittently.
"Hidden... domain - Terminal North Continent,
temporary personnel change... report as follows:
Upper Rank:
[Living Root of the Terminal North Continent, Beginning Worm - R.S]
Replaced with [First Elent - Christopher J Green]"
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