Chapter 901: Chapter 69: Jason’s Way
Chapter 901: Chapter 69: Jason’s Way
Barrage?
No!
It’s the ‘audience’!
After a slight startle, Hera 10 imdiately understood Losa 11’s idea, but at the sa ti, her heart was full of doubts.
"They are too weak.”
"They are unard.”
"They are a disorganized mob.”
Hera 10 said.
"Weak, but nurous.”
"The change in quantity is enough to cause a qualitative change!”
Losa 11 took a deep breath and spoke very seriously, his pacing neither hurried nor slow, conveying a convincing sense.
His subsequent words were even more logical and well-founded.
"Weapons are controlled for them, but we still have ‘partners,’ to ‘them,’ it’s no problem at all!”
"And beliefs?”
"When facing life and death, people will naturally stand together.”
"Of course!”
"And there’s the most important point
Losa 11’s words began to attract the attention of everyone around.
People unconsciously turned their eyes toward him, and under everyone’s gaze, Losa 11 beca even more composed. Imitating his elder brother, he sat leisurely in the captain’s chair, raised a finger, and with a slight smile on his lips as he looked around, he said, “We were once like them, we too ca from them.”
Simpson 2, Amiel 3, Boldy 7, these mbers of the Hundred Major Families looked sowhat bewildered.
They had yet to understand the aning in Losa 11’s words.
But Hera 10 experienced a flash of ‘inspiration.’
She saw scene after scene.
Blurry and indistinct.
Crowded with people.
Shouting loudly.
And…
Resistance!
Her gaze subconsciously settled on the most crimson scene of all.
This scene was more obscured than the previous ones.
But unlike the previous images, it started to beco clearer.
It gradually split into two parts.
From the overall layout, this scene could be seen as top and bottom, the top occupying about one-fourth, showing the serious-faced Losa 11 with an inscrutable look in his eyes, standing upright, with his hands as if holding everything, yet the indistinctness made it seem like a wine glass.
However, he was bathed in brilliance, the light too dazzling, so that Hera 10 couldn’t discern whether it was really a wine glass.
But with the brilliance as backdrop, there was profound darkness.
Darkness and shadow intertwined.
Crimson dots adorned it, like eyes.
After that…
An open, bloodied maw, roaring to the sky.
A tall and muscular figure standing there, one hand holding a Broad Blade Cleaver, the other reaching to slowly remove his mask.
Just at that mont, the scene flipped.
Losa 11 disappeared.
Jason was bathed in the light.
The black, gaping creature proudly basked in the light alongside Jason.
Beneath?
Corpses!
Corpses of all sorts of bizarre creatures.
There were beings with tentacles like whales, creatures entirely covered in eyes that could not be described, and glowing giants which were probably giants—Hera 10 couldn’t describe them, just like the various things in the darkness, it seed she saw them, yet she felt she hadn’t, everything around her was indescribable.
But one thing was certain.
Jason seed to have completed so incredible feat.
Then the scene vanished.
What she saw next was a city shrouded in mist.
Hera 10 strained to open her eyes wide.
Her ‘inspiration’ was telling her this place was extrely important.
Ultimately, after exerting all her strength, she saw so hints—
Both prosperity and decay.
Wars constantly breaking out.
Depravity, ruthlessness, deception, malice filled the city.
She saw that tall, muscular figure strolling among it.
Without any discomfort.
Without any grievances.
And without any fear.
As if walking in his own garden.
Hotown?!
Hera 10 instinctively thought, her instincts urging her to see more, but the rapid drain of her Strength made her falter, even after facing Jason a hundred tis, relying on the special bloodline, she gained a hundredfold increase in strength, but this hundredfold increase, after the first ti, diminished with each occurrence, by the hundredth ti, the increase in strength was hardly noticeable.
At this mont, Hera 10 had reached her limit.
But she still clenched her teeth and persevered.
Until—
"Nightless City, welco you!”
The words erged in Hera 10’s mind.
It was Jason’s voice.
Upon hearing this sentence, Hera 10’s eyes rolled back, and she completely fainted.
"Hera 10?”
Faced with the suddenly unconscious Hera 10, Losa 11 almost slipped up.
Pretending to be his elder brother wasn’t as easy as it looked, always feeling like walking on thin ice, and because of this, Losa 11 needed Hera 10’s judgnt.
He hoped to determine from Hera 10’s ‘inspiration’ whether his own actions could succeed—despite his outward confidence.
But, it was all a facade.
He was feigning confidence.
In reality?
He felt so apprehensive that if he wasn’t seated, he would have collapsed on the spot.
But now, what was this situation?
Not a single suggestion, just like that, she fainted.
At least say sothing, give a clue!
Watching Hera 10 being carried away by the dics on the mother ship, Losa 11 felt completely unnerved.
Yet, he had to continue acting.
His gaze turned to Pers and with an indifferent tone said, “Connect the signal, enter Jason’s room.”
"Yes!”
Pers nodded in response.
This ‘contactee’ didn’t understand at all what had just transpired.
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