Chapter 489: Chapter 75: The Wind of Deathly Silence
Apart from Luo Haotian, not many people were aware of the cooperation news, and the Doomsday Cult had fallen silent, ignoring Luo Haotian’s attempts to reconnect.
Arriving at the association’s territory.
Luo Haotai and several key mbers of the association were waiting here, along with Luo Haotian and two other extraordinaries.
"Sigh, sir, they’ve suddenly stopped communicating with us. What happened to the cooperation we agreed on?"
Luo Haotian looked at his phone, puzzled.
Su Changxing said earnestly, "It seems they’re not very trustworthy."
Luo Haotian felt stuck; he had called others over to discuss cooperation, but now the Doomsday Cult had issues.
"If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. I think this cooperation isn’t very reliable, and I’ve just heard that so mbers of the Doomsday Cult have been captured by the Security Bureau," said a bearded man wearing a cloak.
Another masked woman spoke in a sweet voice, "Hmm, it makes sense. We are essentially a mutual aid association; we don’t need to do this."
Luo Haotian glanced at the people around him and said, "They promised us a reward of one hundred Source Stones."
Imdiately, those who had been speaking fell silent; it was a huge temptation. They had recently beco extraordinaries and desperately needed these items.
"Perhaps we can wait a little longer?" the bearded man looked at Su Changxing and asked.
Su Changxing spread his hands and smiled, "Ha, you decide for yourselves. I’m just here to listen, I’m not participating."
With the conversation reaching this point, the atmosphere eased considerably.
Su Changxing’s attitude greatly pleased the association’s higher-ups, who had been worried that Su Changxing would interfere too much. They had joined the association to avoid too many constraints.
The bearded man was nad Liu Yukun, previously a university professor, not appearing too old and had just beco an extraordinary two days ago, representing a rather influential figure in the association.
Luo Haotian glanced at the bearded man and said, "In that case, let’s wait and see what happens. After all, getting involved with the Security Bureau is asking for trouble."
"That’s right, let’s focus on what’s important first," the masked woman agreed.
They gathered here to open the Doomsday Shop, set to unveil dozens of Doomsday Shops at once, with hundreds of players waiting outside. Essentially, a substantial portion of the city’s players were congregating at this location.
Access to the Doomsday Shop was determined by each person’s contribution level within the association.
Su Changxing had the highest contribution level, having paid one-third of the points to summon the Doomsday Shop himself.
Dozens of Doomsday Shops descended, illuminating vast portions of the sky, creating a spectacular scene. For these players, it was a small celebration.
"Sir, please proceed first," the masked woman nodded slightly and said.
Su Changxing nodded, walked forward, and examined the items in the Doomsday Shop, finding several intriguing mysterious items.
[Ice Frost Iron Token (Lower Rank of C): 100,000 points]
[Ice Frost Iron Token (Lower Rank of C): A holy artifact from a certain world’s church, equipped by the Holy Knight, capable of reflecting physical damage three tis, lasting an hour after activation; the contained energy requires special ans to replenish]
[Holy Light Technique Scroll (Lower Rank of C): 120,000 points]
[Holy Light Technique Scroll (Lower Rank of C): A scroll with strong healing effects, casting distance of five hundred ters, dealing massive damage to undead-type creatures]
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"Hmm? These seem to co from the sa world."
Su Changxing muttered to himself, turning to glance back as a cacophony erupted behind him.
In the distant sky, red light burst forth, like a crimson glow spreading through the sky, except it was nightti.
"Is that location the first residence?"
He hesitated, then suddenly launched himself into the air and vanished, realizing sothing was wrong, relating to the Doomsday Cult.
Perhaps capturing the Doomsday Cult’s upper echelon had provoked them, causing them to prematurely execute a certain plan.
Such drastic changes startled everyone in the city as if sothing terrifying had descended upon this area.
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The deepest winds from the stars swept across the streets, shrouding them in deathly silence; patrolling robots froze, their eyes losing light.
Nearby were the corpses of several patrol team mbers, their eyes wide open as they gazed at the sky, already dead, their expressions bewildered and disoriented.
"Does life hold aning, and does the existence of deceased life hold aning?"
A man wielding a Black Sword, dressed in a denim jacket, stood atop a high rooftop, surveying the gradually absurd scene around him, his expression indifferent.
There were no living beings left here except him.
Ordinary people were too fragile to withstand such a power onslaught. Those who once stood at the top of the city’s pyramid died abruptly in unison.
Everything seed predestined or perhaps erged from countless coincidences, with the only disparity being the varying lengths of ti.
At this mont.
Zhou An was at a base, having supper with Zhu Wenwu. Seeing this anomaly, he sprang from his chair and rushed with others toward the first gathering point.
The first residence suddenly plunged into darkness, including the street lights.
He didn’t overthink it, feeling responsible and compelled to head over, not considering any dangers.
Zhu Wenwu promptly sensed trouble and said, "Let’s wait for Brother Su nearby before proceeding. Rushing over blindly might be dangerous."
Zhou An stood on the street, glanced at several corpses on the ground in the distance, and imdiately said, "There’s no ti, let’s go over and see first."
Zhu Wenwu was about to voice so caution when he saw Zhou An already bolting through the gate with his Broken Sword, showcasing reckless courage.
"Too reckless!"
He frowned slightly, contemplating the eerily familiar scene, reminiscent of a similar situation he had encountered before.
An illusion? Or sothing else?
"Dead, they’re all dead!"
Zhou An widened his eyes, appearing fearful and perplexed; he wandered around but found no living person and detected no signs of movent, even tiny life vanished.
"Those Doomsday Cult bastards actually managed to pull off sothing like this!"
He quickly associated the calamity with those Doomsday Cult individuals, his cheeks flushing red as he fud, biting his lips.
The scene was eerily familiar, akin to the Doomsday World.
He didn’t want to repeat the sa mistakes, striving to stop it all, tirelessly leading patrols day and night to clear monsters.
Yet it all seed futile.
"Zhou An, slow down!"
Zhu Wenwu’s voice ca from behind as he joined him with others.
Zhou An shouted back, "I’ll go ahead and see what’s really going on."
He sprinted to the center of the first residence, seemingly spotting a person standing atop the tallest building over there.
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