??Chapter 207: Chapter 207 “God” is Not Invincible!_1
Chapter 207: Chapter 207 “God” is Not Invincible!_1
Drip—
A drawn-out siren suddenly blared, and Colin and the others saw a piece of skin on the little girl’s neck suddenly flash red, suggesting through the skin an implanted chip.
The expressionless little girl with white hair flinched, suddenly looked up, and her eyes swirled with a vivid blood red.
An extrely terrifying aura burst forth from her…
In that mont, the faces of those nearby her changed, feeling as though they were facing not a little girl but a terrifying entity rapidly resurrecting…
“This lifeform’s fucking on par with the ‘Formless Mother,’ and they knew it was dangerous yet still provoked her?”
Colin cursed inwardly, wanting to flee but found his body immobile, and his brain quickly becoming blank as if all mories were being erased by so power.
Being this close to the entity was a serious risk; even the effect provided by the “Purification Heart” seed barely functional.
It was at this mont that the chip on the girl’s neck suddenly burst with an intense electrical surge, apparently activating sothing that caused red lights to flicker on various parts of her body—a clear indication of so form of restraint.
This prearranged asure directly interrupted her resurgence process…
But that alone wasn’t enough—Colin could clearly feel that she was still not completely restrained, and she might break free from the current standoff if she persisted.
Without further thought, Colin steeled himself, and as he noticed her gaze suddenly turning towards him, her lips slowly began to move as if she wanted to say sothing…
“Beco my serva…”
Before she could finish, a black tal spear flew in suddenly and impaled her through the heart with deadly precision, causing her small body to collapse powerlessly to the ground, like a chunk of skewered at dropped on the floor, with all signs of life fading away.
“What was she about to say? Beco her what?”
Colin looked at the girl on the ground, puzzled. Despite her heart being pierced, not a single drop of blood could be seen flowing out.
If it weren’t for the black spear that had transpierced her small body, she would appear as if she were simply sleeping on the ground.
Just then, soone’s voice suddenly ca from one side:
“Phew, that was close, thankfully I caught up in ti, it wasn’t in vain that I dragged out our conversation for so long, allowing the ‘Reality Stabilization Spear’ to be delivered…”
The man wearing a golden mask arrived in front of Colin and the others, seeming relieved, and upon seeing their gaze, he let out a laugh with an unpleasant chanical sound.
But before he could speak, Colin asked first, “What exactly is this thing?”
“I’m not quite sure myself. All I know is that it’s definitely a high-risk containnt subject. We will probably have to wait until later, once the Foundation finds the records, to know exactly what she is. Wait a mont, let
give her another ‘Reality Stabilization Spear’ to ensure the effect…”
As the man with the golden mask responded, he reached out to take another tallic spear, roughly one ter eight in length, from his subordinate, and easily carried the hundred-sothing-pound spear. He aid it at the temple of the girl who appeared to be fast asleep and impaled it without hesitation.
Crack…
The spear, thick as three fingers, drove through her head, pinning it solidly to the ground.
Even though the little girl still looked as if she were deeply asleep, the indifference and efficiency with which it was done caused a twitch in the eyelids of Colin and the others.
It was at this mont that a modified vehicle arrived, with a snap the door opened, and more than a dozen yellow-clad personnel in protective gear carefully placed the little girl into a cylindrical vessel. They then lifted it onto the vehicle and drove away.
“The people from your Hague Research Institute were quite fussy before, but I didn’t expect that after a round trip, they would appear even fussier. It’s just about enhancing the containnt effectiveness, containing a threat—is such a reaction really necessary?”
The man with the golden mask scoffed, shaking his head, his words tinged with a hint of respect: “But then again, it’s hard to imagine that you folks could achieve the ‘God-slaying’ feat. My salute to you, for you have proved a possibility to us!
“The so-called ‘God’ is not invincible.”
A ‘God-slaying’ feat? What ‘God-slaying’ feat?
Qin Chuan and the others were initially startled, then recalled sothing, their expressions sowhat strange—they had actually done such a thing?
Upon hearing these words, Colin knew his previous guess had been confird: his “future self” had indeed perford the act of slaying a god. The question was…
“But looking at this guy’s words, it wasn’t just
involved in that operation. Why single
out?”
After thinking for a mont, Colin could only conclude that perhaps it was he who had delivered the killing blow.
“Alright, enough idle talk. Co with .”
The man with the Golden Mask made an inviting gesture and led the group for a few minutes to a villa that had collapsed to less than a third of its original structure. He opened a vertical shaft in the villa’s courtyard and, taking the lead, climbed down the handrails along the shaft.
Colin and the others exchanged glances before ultimately deciding to follow the man’s path down the line.
Partway down the shaft was a hole just big enough for soone to stoop and pass through. After squeezing through and walking a few thousand steps, the path suddenly opened up.
A subterranean space with thick walls and a sci-fi feel unfolded before them, filled with soldiers standing guard. They were fully ard, all wearing black masks, showing no excess curiosity towards Colin and the others who were led in, nor any signs of breathing—they genuinely did not breathe.
“What’s up with these people here, not needing to breathe? And why are they all wearing masks—is there an explanation for this?” Colin wondered internally.
However, without dwelling on it and led by the man in the Golden Mask, Colin and the others arrived in a large, spartan hall filled with ammunition.
“Take a seat. There’s water on the table as well as dried worms, a specialty from our ‘Dawn’s Light Foundation’, available in cumin or durian flavors. I suggest trying the snail noodle flavor, which I prefer. A representative from our foundation will be here soon. Before that, let
tell you…”
In the middle of his speech, a woman wearing a Golden Mask as well, but with a “3” written on it, walked in.
She was tall, wearing high heels and a suit that was both stylish and professional. Upon entering and seeing the people sitting in chairs, she used an almost identical electronic synthesized voice to take over the conversation:
“I am the negotiation representative from the Dawn’s Light Foundation. Please forgive the absence of the board mbers due to so ergent matters, but my presence here also represents their will.
“First, we thank you for bringing us an entity from a high-level project, but concerning this entity’s information, we are not at liberty to disclose it. You may choose so items as remuneration afterward…
“Moreover, there is another matter of urgent concern. We’ll cut to the chase…
“We will agree to your request for help, and the Human Future Research Institute will join us in helping you take revenge on those things that destroyed the Hague Research Institute and prevent a disaster from erupting.
“But on this premise, you must disclose all research findings of leaving this world…
“Or…”
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