Chapter 508: Chapter 457: Descent (6K) (Part 4)
His ancestral ho is in Ireland; his hatred for the British is profound and passed down through generations. When he was young, his grandmother often took out the family genealogy and told him that worse than any natural disaster is the arrival of the British.
Thus, every ti he went to the UK for business, he refused to eat British cuisine, preferring to go to Indian restaurants to eat mush—even though the mush was indeed tastier than British food.
But from a higher perspective of civilizational competition, every region’s Earth population is potentially fertile ground for Players.
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London ti, 4:38:53 AM.
There are seven seconds left until the arrival of the crimson alert.
At this mont, the British elites in the Whitehall’s underground bunkers silently prayed;
The old-money families in their private shelters tightened alloy blast doors over two ters thick;
Young people under the dazzling lights of bars and nightclubs continued to sway to the music;
The Greenwich Observatory, or rather the Bell Tower Guild’s Barrier power was cranked to the maximum, scanning the entire sky.
Five, four, three, two, one.
After a breath-taking silence, the clock’s second hand passed the starting point and continued to rotate.
In the underground bunker, a young Whitehall secretary who had just graduated cautiously opened his eyes and looked around.
Seems… nothing happened?
No earth-shaking events, no sky-collapse, not even a power outage.
“He has arrived.”
Mobius calmly said to the Whitehall elites in the underground bunker: “You can now start writing your wills or recording your final videos.”
With no expression, he waved his staff, drawing a Teleportation Array, and transported himself with the Bell Tower mbers to the street corner 2.6 kiloters away, where Fabric Nightclub is located.
The appearance of a group of strangely dressed people in the middle of the road startled the young people waiting under the rain canopy outside Fabric.
So sensed sothing amiss, quietly detached from the crowd and briskly ran away.
The remaining young people, their brains numbed by alcohol and drugs, flushed red and noisily took out their phones to film, thinking it was a movie being shot—
A fair number of Players, after becoming Transcendents, would go to slum beauty clinics for costic surgery.
On one hand, to make themselves look a bit more handso or beautiful, and on the other, improving one’s appearance indeed aids in interacting with NPCs in Script Tasks.
With high appearances and strange costus, the Bell Tower mbers did resemble people shooting a movie.
Mobius did not even glance at these ordinary people and looked up toward the night sky.
Rumble!
A muffled thunderclap erupted, lightning illuminating half the night sky. The raindrops beca visible in the light—a million strands of transparency connecting heaven and earth.
A solitary figure hovered beneath the canopy.
Li Cheng still wore a simple oxygen mask on his face, and his transparent raincoat was blown by the fierce wind, scattering the dew clinging to its surface that had been carried over from the clouds of the Eurasia continent.
He descended at a uniform pace to the ground, the soles of his shoes firmly touching the concrete pavent, separated from the Bell Tower mbers by a street.
“Let introduce myself, I am Mobius, one of the eight Great Mages of the Bell Tower Guild’s Arcane Council, Grandmaster of the Spellcasting System, and the guild’s secretary. Level 35.”
The Spellcaster Master lightly caressed the wooden grain of his staff with his fingertips, nodded slightly, and the heads of the gathered Bell Tower mbers behind him lit up with IDs.
“Pleasure to et you.”
Li Cheng removed his crimson oxygen mask with a smile, “Level 21, Pifu.”
Rumble—
Another muffled thunderclap, the rain intensified, water trickling and gathering along the stone patterns, vapor spreading throughout the city.
A vast chanical swarm standing within the clouds was illuminated by lightning; its chest mounted with a Floating Engine, its form extrely hideous and nacing, the massive shadow of gun turrets and tracks covering the entire block.
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