Chapter 566: Chapter 442: The Evil God Guards the National Gate, Heretic Dies for the Altar of the State_2 Chapter 566: Chapter 442: The Evil God Guards the National Gate, Heretic Dies for the Altar of the State_2 The high-ranking mbers of the heretic organization who were observing from the sidelines were taken aback and also realized that this ti the “Evil God” might really be descending!
“Boom!”
A terrifying blast resounded suddenly from within the tunnel.
Almost everyone present changed color, feeling an even stronger presence of divine power descending!
“Damn it! Is that thing about to succeed?”
The high-level heretic believer who sensed this aura was starting to get restless.
Although his spiritual intuition kept him skeptical of problems, what if it were true?
He took out a sail emitting a strong contaminated aura from his hand, glanced once more at the official personnel who had also stord in, and ultimately made a decision, opening his mouth to speak…
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“We can’t wait any longer!”
In a hidden cave, an “old man” with a face full of wrinkles and dyed black hair used his right index finger as a pen to swiftly write these words in the air.
Then, without hesitating, he rapidly wrote other content.
“Although so people had noticed sothing off, feeling that the events were too abrupt, forced, and highly unreasonable, they didn’t delve too deeply into it at this critical mont because the ‘Dawn Star’ was about to descend…”
“Whether or not it’s a trap, action must now be taken.”
“For once the opponent truly descends, everything will be irreversible, and the real Ancient God will seize all ‘exits’ at the first opportunity, cutting off other wills, and taking this place entirely into its possession…”
“For the sake of humanity’s future, even if there’s a trap ahead, we must jump into it.”
“Otherwise, we will beco the sinners of mankind, the sinners of history…”
“…”
After a series of texts appeared, everything advanced in a certain predetermined direction.
Old Master Wu was not only writing with his right hand, but behind him, hundreds of “invisible hands” were also constantly interfering with so things through similar ans…
To steer this battle towards its destined direction.
As a vital Level 9 Personnel, he should not be here.
Not because of the danger, but once he left so critical locations, those forcibly suppressed heretic entities would imdiately strike back, attempting to break free from the seals…
But this ti, Old Master Wu had a premonition that this incident might be the precursor to a major turn of fate.
He did not have much confidence in leaving it to Xu Duojin…
Furthermore, with Xu Duojin’s ability, he simply could not handle leading and guiding a battle of this scale…
After all, the heretic forces had truly been tricked this ti.
A force that could match a Level 9 Personnel might arrive.
So, although he told Colin he would send Xu Duojin, in reality, it was the other way around.
Xu Duojin pretended to be him, still guarding the key areas.
While he himself took a secret path alone to the very frontline of this battle…
“I can be certain that they won’t detect my absence for at least half an hour,” Old Master Wu murmured to himself.
However, no sooner had he spoken than an inexplicable sense of awe arrived…
It seed as if so terrifying presence had cast its gaze this way…
“Hmmph, like to watch.”
He did not panic, continuing his actions uninterrupted, but his left hand suddenly lifted slightly, palm up, as if holding a non-existent book.
In an instant, all the scrutinizing sensations were diverted…
Old Master Wu “huffed” and continued with the work at hand.
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Inside the “City at the Lake’s Bottom,” what was once a modern town had now beco a vast ruin through intense high-intensity battles, with massive bloodstains and body parts scattered everywhere, rivers of blood flowing, and the sll of blood pervading the area.
The highest priest of the Followers of the ‘Dawn Star,’ panting heavily with blood occasionally spilling from the corner of his mouth, bore terrifying crimson patterns spreading across his body. Having been seriously injured and cursed in clashes with so high-level powerhouses, he looked anxiously towards the ceaselessly advancing battlefront—
“The Master” seed to still need so ti.
And they were almost at their limit.
Under the glaring light, it was clear that the battlefront was divided into two directions…
On one side were the well-trained and not-so-weak official personnel; on the other were nurous heretic forces’ upper echelons.
As for the heretic forces, they could still be sowhat suppressed, after all, this was the “Dawn Star”‘s ho field. Any force that wasn’t the “Dawn Star” would ultimately be subdued. In the chaotic street battles, they could still hold their ground…
The official forces, on the other hand, had a lot of trouble.
All sorts of heavy weaponry, even small guided missiles, combined with extraordinary thods, kept moving forward.
They didn’t care about street battles; they encountered people, they blew them up; they encountered buildings, they blew them up…
They fought with great difficulty.
Frankly, if it weren’t for the power that spilled out during the “Dawn Star”‘s arrival, they would likely have lasted less than fifteen minutes after these guys entered, and would have been wiped out directly…
However, apart from the unfavorable current battle situation, what he was especially worried about at this mont was.
…
“Where have the Followers of the ‘Red Moon’ gone?”
Amid the dense starlight, Colin voiced the sa confusion and concern as the High Priest.
Up till now, there had been no involvent of the “Red Moon” followers in the battle.
‘It shouldn’t be like this. We had received intelligence confirming the presence of Followers of the ‘Red Moon’ in this area, so why has none of them joined the fight yet?’
‘In similar situations before, they rushed in so eagerly; even for a pile of shit, they would fight for a fresh bite.’
‘This ti… it’s as if they’ve collectively vanished?’
Colin couldn’t help but suspect that these guys might have other plans.
Or perhaps…
Had his plans been seen through?
Thinking this, Colin suddenly felt it was not impossible, considering that these guys were backed by a high-ranking entity of at least “0”.
Compared to those heretic churches that had only First Level Containnt Subjects, or even Level 2 ones, it wasn’t close…
‘Ah, if that’s the case, it’s a bit of a sha.’
Colin sighed softly to himself.
At this mont, he was releasing the power of the “Dawn Star” like a hen laying eggs, squeezing it out bit by bit.
Everyone could see, as if through the cloaca, the egg being extruded little by little…
While making them desperate enough to charge in and fight, it also gave them the illusion that if soone just poked it, the egg would be pushed back in.
Overall, Colin was quite satisfied with the current intensity of the war.
There were more than a dozen Eighth Level fighters, not counting the officials, nearly half of all known high-end combat power of the heretic organizations!
Even among them was a Level 9 fighter…
But what he was dissatisfied with was that he had not yet seen the Followers of the “Red Moon”.
However, it was at this ti that Colin suddenly had a premonition, his gaze shifting toward the direction next to the heretic forces.
Over there, suddenly, a surge of exclamations erupted.
A swath of churning crimson fog appeared out of nowhere, and whatever it touched or stained, regardless of what it was, rapidly began to animate…
Shattered limbs and blood recombined, forming stitch-together beings with horrifying strength.
Battered buildings grew veins, organs, and tentacles, writhing on the ground; even the air around the crimson fog seed to co alive, twisting…
…
“Damn it! Followers of the ‘Red Moon’…”
The High Priest watched the imnse wave of red cloud surging toward them, his heart racing with dread.
These damned people had finally shown up!
It was at that mont that, from the rolling waves of red mist, a clump of dense fog shot out, transforming into a sticky, barbed, blood-red tentacle spear in mid-flight, targeting the sphere of light hanging in the sky behind him.
Seeing this, the High Priest, not minding the wounds on his body, prepared to et it head-on.
But before he could do so…
The curse on him suddenly erupted, and he fell from the sky once again.
Besides him, other followers charged forward, trying to defend, but as soon as they touched it, their bodies exploded into a sky full of organs, following in the wake of the tentacle…
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