fantasy novels Chapter 237 Once Again in Jincheng, the Slaughter Sets Off Once More
Chapter 237 Once Again in Jincheng, the Slaughter Sets Off Once More
The Yonghui Awakeners Guild Building in Jincheng CBD.
The conference room on the 33rd floor rooftop was completely darkened by heavy black velvet curtains.
The expensive leather sofa was pushed to the corner.
The wool carpet was completely lifted up.
It revealed a huge six-pointed star magic circle drawn with a dark red viscous liquid underneath.
Twelve people dressed in ordinary work clothes were nailed to a load-bearing column with steel bars as thick as an arm.
Fresh blood dripped from the grooves in the steel bars, seeping into the patterns on the ground.
Several high-ranking guild members, dressed in white robes, knelt in the center of the magic circle.
They clasped their hands together and pressed their foreheads to the ground.
Something was wriggling under the skin, growing countless tiny granulation tissues.
The middle-aged man leading the group raised his head, revealing a pure white right eye.
"The coming of the Holy One is imminent."
He recited the mantra in a hoarse voice.
The person nailed to the pillar couldn't even let out a scream.
Their vocal cords had been removed prematurely.
Three Blackwing heavy attack helicopters tore through the clouds.
Head straight to the central area of Jincheng.
The cabin door was wide open, and a strong wind rushed in.
The entire first squad sat on the side of the cabin.
Su Yunqing gripped the staff bestowed by Yao Guang tightly.
Pure life energy overflows from the tip of the staff.
A silvery-white light curtain spread from beneath her feet, covering the entire team.
The healing output is forcibly converted into a solid shield, and the light curtain is constantly generated without any interruption.
Shen Xinglin lowered his head and wiped the ever-changing lance.
The tip of the spear gleamed coldly.
The armored engine of the mobile knight emitted a low, rumbling sound.
Lin Chuxue was biting into a lollipop.
The Blood Mage's shield bar was instantly maxed out at 10,000 points.
Health points are suppressed to the lowest possible level by the rules.
She is now an infinite turret with no spell cost.
Lu Yan sat in the outermost seat.
The wind whipped his black trench coat.
He looked at the building's coordinates marked in red on the tactical tablet.
A finger swipes across the screen.
"Leave no survivors."
Four words came through the communication channel.
"Strangle them all from top to bottom."
Six crisp, precise clicks of weapons being chambered came through the helmet headset.
The helicopter hovered directly above the Yonghui Building.
There are still fifty meters to the rooftop.
Zhao Leiguang jumped directly out of the cabin.
He spread his arms in mid-air, and the two Taotie shields slammed together.
The Earth Pulse suit glowed with a strong, earthy yellow light.
He didn't even go to the rooftop helipad.
The goal is the ceiling of the thirty-three-story building.
The two-meter-thick reinforced concrete floor slab was smashed through by the double shields.
Gravel and steel bars mixed with dust were smashed into the center of the cultists' magic circle.
Upon landing, the pulse core detonated at full power.
War ensued.
The shockwave swept through the entire hall.
The four white-robed figures kneeling in front crashed through the tempered glass and fell out of the building.
Strong winds are blowing up the upper floors of the building.
The bloodstains on the magic circle were blown away and scattered.
The middle-aged man leading the group steadied himself.
His suit jacket ripped open at the back, revealing two fleshy wings covered in growths.
"heresy--"
His words caught in his throat.
A dragon's shadow pierced through the rising dust.
Xiao Qianyu appeared directly behind him.
The strike mark appears.
The Dragon King's Halberd swept across with armor-piercing force, severing one of his wings.
Arrows rained down from mid-air.
The warm moon hangs a hundred meters in the sky.
The bowstring of the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow was so fast it was impossible to see.
The scattering grenades traced hundreds of parabolic arcs in the air.
Every crossbow bolt accurately struck the cultists inside the building who were about to mutate.
The high-explosive bomb detonated a second time inside their bodies.
Fragments of flesh and blood slammed against the wall.
Lin Chuxue jumped down from the large hole in the roof.
She didn't even make a defensive move.
A shield of 10,000 points withstood several spell attacks.
The moment she landed, the Blood Explosion Magic Array spread out beneath her feet.
No chanting, zero consumption.
Twelve dark red beams of light rose up inside the building.
Those unfinished monsters with tentacles turned to ashes.
This was a one-sided physical ritual of deliverance.
The first squad advances downwards from the 33rd floor.
On the 32nd floor, cultists are swallowing chunks of flesh from an unknown creature.
Shen Xinglin crashed through the emergency exit door in the stairwell.
The lance can be switched in countless forms.
A ring-shaped shockwave burst from the tip of the gun.
Three mutants were nailed to the wall.
Xiao Qianyu flew over his head.
The halberd swept across.
The sound of cutting flesh is dull and short.
They walked through an office area littered with mutilated corpses.
Stepping onto genuine leather sofas and expensive carpets.
The smell of high-explosive gunpowder masked the stench of the burning holy light.
This process is repeated at every level.
The cult members, dressed in suits and ties, were crushed to dust before they could complete their transformation.
Three underground floors, a vault.
The two-foot-thick alloy gate was tightly shut.
Zhao Leiguang took five steps back and raised both shields.
The dump truck started up again.
The half-ton door panel was knocked flying off.
The door slammed into the depths of the basement, crushing an entire row of steel shelves.
There were no ambushes, no higher-dimensional monsters.
The first squad carried their weapons and went in.
There was no aura of holy light in the air.
There was only the stale, rotten smell of blood.
This place has been transformed into an altar.
The luxurious bulletproof glass display case was shattered on the ground.
Scattered all over the ground were internal organs soaking in preservative solution.
On the ground in the center, a huge pattern was drawn with the blood of an unknown creature.
Pure white pupils, without eyelids or eye sockets.
The Eye of the Supreme God.
A multifaceted crystal is suspended in the center of the pattern.
Fine white runes flow across its surface, emitting a low-frequency hum.
This is not a summoning circle.
This is an ultra-long-distance communication node.
Lu Yan stepped forward.
The military boots crunched crisply on the dried blood.
He stared at the crystal.
The scent of black lotus circulated through his veins.
The dimensions of the crystal connections are much higher than those of conventional data.
The Eye of God pattern on the ground lit up.
The white light illuminated the entire basement.
The runes inside the crystal spun wildly.
A series of metallic scraping and gear meshing sounds rang out.
The voice has changed.
It has been transformed into standard Chinese.
There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever; it was all a stiff and mechanical patchwork.
"The holder of the law of nothingness".
The sound echoed in the basement.
"We are watching you."
Lu Yan remained silent.
The phantom of the black lotus began to gather in the palm of his right hand.
Zhao Lei slammed his shield heavily onto the ground.
Wen Yue's crossbow bolts locked onto the crystal.
The sound continued.
"You are waiting for your God to awaken."
"You think that by blocking the stargate on the southern route, you can buy time."
The frequency of the white light flashing in the crystal increases.
"It's too late."
There was a hint of simulated laughter in his voice.
Extremely harsh.
"Your Pangu."
The sound paused for two seconds.
"Still in our stomachs."
The only sound in the basement was the whirring of weapon engines.
Pangu.
The oldest origin of Chinese civilization.
The progenitor who created the world.
There was never any trace of him in the recovery files.
The word "stomach" crossed Lu Yan's line.
They had seen the common people of Europe whose flesh and blood had been drained.
I've seen my fellow Chinese compatriots being used as dry cell batteries and plugged into altars.
Lu Yan took a step forward.
Walk to the front of the altar.
The disk of nothingness burst forth from flesh and blood.
A solid black lotus takes shape in the palm of your hand.
The surrounding space was cut with fine cracks by the black light.
The power of devouring overwhelmed the white light of the crystal.
"Wash your neck and wait for me."
Lu Yan pressed the black lotus down.
The crystal, along with the enormous Eye of God pattern below it, vanished into nothingness in an instant.