svetikya Chapter 295 Explosion Fanatic
Chapter 295 Explosion Fanatic
Chapter 295 Explosion Fanatic
The altar, after several days of continuous construction, is ready to assume its responsibilities, even if it may not be perfect.
It was for this reason that Modi did not hold the ceremony immediately, but instead led his people to continue refining it to ensure that no accidents would occur during the ceremony.
"Erase part of the C03 rune and move it one centimeter to the left."
Comparing the design drawings, Modi stood in mid-air, looking down at the altar and performing micro-management.
The members of the Darklight Council on the ground received the order and, without hesitation, erased the runes they had painstakingly drawn and began mechanical work in a numb state.
"It's hard to imagine that I would see such a scene one day," the Ancient Immortal Sect Master standing next to him sighed. "I never expected that the Dark Light Council would submit to someone else."
Upon hearing this, Skran gave him an annoyed look and retorted, "I'm dedicating myself to a greater cause, following a greater being. How could you, a delirious old man, possibly understand that?"
"That's meditation," the Ancient Immortal Sect Master frowned. "And what's the difference between what you're saying and just patting yourself on the back?"
"Hmph, the difference is..."
'
"Scran." Mordi suddenly raised his head and looked around.
"Your Excellency, what are your orders?" Skran's change of expression was so swift that even the sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect, who had known him for many years, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
Modi remained silent, but with a slight frown, he released his spiritual sense, scanning from the sky down to the seabed.
Everyone present felt an undisguised spiritual force sweep over them, and while they were shocked by its concentration, they dared not voice any objection.
The two who had been bickering seemed to realize something, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously began scanning.
After a while, Mo Di withdrew his spiritual sense, his brows furrowing even more tightly.
"Your Excellency, we have not found anything unusual," Skran said.
"I didn't notice it either, but I felt uneasy."
As he responded, he was calculating, his left hand behind his back moving so fast that it left afterimages.
Using the result of mental unease as a guide, deduce all the possible causes that could lead to this outcome.
Modi always believed that all those who attained immortality, regardless of their path, should have some understanding of prophecy.
You may not know how to find what you want, but you must at least know how to create obstacles and how to prevent others from finding you.
Right now, he is encountering a prophetic obstacle; despite considering all the possibilities, he has not found his target.
Helpless, he lowered his hand, shook his head slightly, and said, "Even prophecy can't find a target."
"It's very likely that something is being plotted by the other realms that has rendered you helpless. They must have used a legendary item."
The sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect calmly said, and it was rare that Skran also affirmed his statement.
Neither of them thought it was a misperception, and they naturally began to discuss the enemy's possible objectives.
"After being dragged on for so long, they must be getting impatient and perhaps they're planning a full-scale attack."
"It's not impossible, but what makes them think they can compete? You must understand, we have Your Excellency's assistance. Even if they were all together, they wouldn't be a match for us or Your Excellency."
Skran smiled and stroked his beard, giving off a feeling of "I and Zilong went in and out seven times."
"Perhaps they've come up with a way to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop..."
'
The two continued their discussion, getting more and more enthusiastic about the attack, defense, and strategy of the Dark Beach. As Mo Di listened, he sensed something was amiss.
He spoke up, interrupting their conversation: "Haven't you noticed something strange?"
The two old men looked at each other, puzzled, and said in unison, "Really?"
"A cognitive block?" Modi raised an eyebrow, his thoughts breaking through the invisible shackles, and he succinctly pointed out the fact they had overlooked: "You've been discussing topics related to the Beach, while ignoring the real world."
The atmosphere at the scene froze.
Even if the two were slow to realize that something was wrong, Modi's words also served as a prompt. No matter how strong the mental lock was, it was impossible to confuse them under these circumstances.
"It is a kind of mental illusion caused by cognitive impairment."
As an expert in manipulating information, Skran realized what he had encountered and immediately conducted a thorough self-examination.
"Body correct, soul correct, spiritual bond... something's wrong?!"
The sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect remained silent, his face grim as he extracted a wisp of purple spiritual light from his soul.
"This is the parasite. It previously resided in my Sparrow Yin Soul, deliberately guiding me away from thinking in a certain direction."
He paused, glanced at the purple light, and continued, "Apart from that, it has no other effects."
The impact was too great and easily detected; things are fine as they are now.
Modi took the spiritual light from the two of them, examined it for a moment, and made a deduction: "The auras are from the same source, so it should be a derivative of some kind of item."
"Your Excellency, are you not parasitized?" Skran asked.
"Yes, but it didn't seem to suit me very well, and I digested it after a short time."
His matter-of-fact attitude left the two of them speechless.
They couldn't understand what kind of mutation the soul had to undergo in order to digest the parasites.
"They're trying to distract us from the real world; their purpose must be related to reality," the Ancient Immortal Sect Master said in a deep voice. Then, as if struck by lightning, he uttered a single word: "Paradise!"
"Their goal is paradise!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Modi narrowed his eyes.
The atmosphere changed abruptly. They only saw a blur disappear before their eyes, and Modi was nowhere to be seen.
"The Paradise has been attacked. You stay at the altar to prevent the enemy from using a feint attack. I'm going to investigate."
"1
His words echoed in their ears, while he himself had already crossed the Beach and descended into Paradise.
The spiritual consciousness suddenly erupted, enveloping the entire paradise and marking each intruder as if a full map cheat had been activated.
Without hesitation, he flicked his sleeve, unleashing a storm of blood and gore.
A foul wind, carrying blood, surged through the air circulation system to every corner of Paradise.
Each drop of blood represents a Blood God Child, whose strength is no different from that of a high-ranking Chosen One.
The moment Mordi arrived, the invaders sensed a suffocating atmosphere. Without hesitation, they retreated while covering each other, as if it were a pre-planned retreat.
However, compared to the Blood God Child, they were still too slow.
In the shadows, a ventilation duct suddenly spewed out a large amount of blood, engulfing an unexpected alien chosen one.
The chosen one, wreathed in ghostly energy, was terrified. Before he could even resist, he was pulled into the pipe by tentacles formed from blood, followed by a chewing sound.
"An evil spirit, or a ghost? This chosen one from another world is quite interesting."
A few seconds later, the ventilation grille was pushed open by the blood, and a man without a shadow crawled out of the pipe.
"It is impolite not to reciprocate." The scholar-looking man muttered to himself as he staggered out of the alley and soon disappeared into the darkness around the corner.
Similar scenes are unfolding across this paradise.
The street cracked open, and blood gushed out from beneath, sweeping away the chosen ones disguised as pedestrians.
The walls of the back alley sprouted gaping maws, from which crimson tongues emerged, swallowing the chosen ones who couldn't dodge in one gulp.
Even worse, when blown by the foul wind, some people convulsed uncontrollably, tearing themselves in half from their heads, from which a strange figure emerged.
Within five minutes, the invading chosen ones suffered heavy casualties, with only a few managing to escape the demonic lair in time.
Among them are also some "pseudo-humans" disguised as Blood Gods, or "pseudo-chosen ones".
Inside the central tower, blood seeped from the air circulation pipes and congealed into the figure of Modi.
"How is the situation in Paradise?" he asked, watching the woman's retreating figure.
Pandora turned around and said helplessly, "The invaders have all been repelled. The damage rate to Paradise is 3.7%. In addition, about 13,000 people have been abducted by them."
"What about soul digitization? Did this technology fail to work?"
"They used some kind of tool to interfere with the process of soul datafication, and stored the tool in a bag-shaped space, which absorbed tens of thousands of people."
Pandora lowered her eyes, her anger simmering within her.
"These people are awful; they need to be taught a lesson," she said, pumping her fist.
"To be honest, that's true."
Modi nodded, then changed the subject, saying, "It sounds like their main purpose for this invasion is to capture people. Could it be that the new humans from Paradise have some use to them?"
Pandora said she was unaware of this, but she stated that the invaders must be made to pay the price, even if it meant the mothership jumps into the Beach and launches an orbital bombardment.
Having confirmed that the crisis in Paradise had been resolved, Modi did not linger there.
Fearing that the enemy might take advantage of the situation to launch an attack on the beach, he returned to the altar first to check its condition.
"No foreign enemies have attacked during the half hour you were gone."
Skran said honestly.
Modi told the two about what had happened in Paradise, and added at the end: "According to Pandora, the highest-level individual among the invaders was the guy who grabbed people with a bag."
"Budai? I think I've encountered that guy on the battlefield."
The sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect recalled for a moment and said, "That guy is very difficult to deal with, especially fond of explosions. He is suspected to be an old man who has experienced several evolution games."
Comparing the image he described, Modi scratched his cheek: "Difficult to deal with? I don't really remember him."
Upon hearing this, the old man, who had an air of otherworldly wisdom, paused in his smile, a hint of embarrassment in his expression.
There's nothing to criticize about this, because for this gentleman, the alien chosen ones are generally not difficult to deal with.
"What does he want to do with so many people? Could it be that there's some secret hidden in the genes of those guys who call themselves New Humans?" Skran frowned.
He is already considering whether to negotiate with Pandora to find someone else to conduct the research.
Glancing at him, Modi knew what dangerous idea he was plotting and warned, "Don't blame me for not warning you, you'd better not try anything with the Newtypes, unless your little body can withstand the mothership's main gun."
With a smile, Skran waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he had no intention of posing a danger.
The young man in the black robe with gold trim, his hands behind his back and a cloth bag tied around his waist, strolled leisurely toward the makeshift hall.
Footsteps echoed in the empty hall. Noticing the commotion, two pairs of eyes swept over and landed on him.
"You'd better explain to us where you've been these past few days, Xiangyang."
The old man's face was expressionless, but his tone was slightly dissatisfied.
Although the girl didn't speak, her cold, self-assured expression conveyed her meaning.
Clearly, both of them were unhappy about Xiangyang's unexplained disappearance.
Three days have passed since the raid on Paradise. Xiang Yang, who should have returned immediately after the success, has disappeared without a trace, arousing their suspicion.
"You had better explain what you've been doing these past three days, otherwise... we lost a lot of men in the last operation, and we haven't settled that score with you yet."
The girl's voice carried a chilling aura, causing the temperature to drop several degrees.
"It's nothing, just some product processing." Xiang Yang shrugged. "The difference in explosive power between the product before and after processing is like night and day."
Feeling emboldened, he reached into the bag and pulled out an amber-colored crystal, no bigger than the palm of his hand, yet shimmering with an alluring luster.
Their eyes were immediately drawn to it.
Staring at the crystal, the old man felt an inexplicable urge to possess it, but his reason quickly suppressed it, though a sense of unease settled in his heart.
The girl did the same, quickly averting her gaze and lowering her eyes, saying, "That crystal contains an extremely large amount of energy. Even we would be severely injured if we couldn't dodge in time."
"This is the effect I wanted to achieve."
Xiang Yang grinned, appearing sunny and cheerful.
"What makes humans human is their ability to create and use tools, to overcome the strong with the weak, and to achieve great things with little."
'
He kept rambling on and on, which annoyed both of the people on stage.
"Enough! How many times have you given me your long-winded explanations? Setting a date for the operation is the real priority," the girl snapped.
"We can act at any time." Xiang Yang lost interest, casually found a seat, and sat down without saying a word.
The old man and the young man exchanged a glance, ignored him, and continued discussing the plan.
Before the next day, they had summoned their chosen ones.
"Are they going to launch a full-scale attack?" The Modi men exchanged glances in the crowd.
Listening openly to the enemy's plans against you is quite a pleasant experience.
"What exactly are they trying to do?"
The three people on stage only announced the attack time without explaining the specific plan, seemingly tacitly accepting the cannon fodder status of those below.
Modi curled his lip. "Tsk, the people from this other world are so barbaric. They don't understand what democracy is at all."
He selectively ignored himself and decided to blend in with them to see what they were up to and, if possible, disrupt their plans.
Using some kind of spatial teleportation technique, Xiang Yang moved everyone outside the pocket space. Apart from him and the other two leaders, no one could leave or enter this place on their own.
The advantage of doing this is that it prevents the spatial coordinates from being leaked and thus wiped out in one fell swoop.
With a blink of an eye, the chosen ones from another realm appeared somewhere on the Beach.
Meanwhile, Hong Lu, the bureau chief, and others stationed nearby also noticed this force that had appeared out of nowhere and were so frightened that they immediately requested reinforcements.
Having prepared in advance, Modi arrived immediately. Looking at the Chosen Ones with their different outfits and temperaments, he almost thought he had accidentally wandered into a comic convention.
"Feel the iron fist of democracy and freedom... Wait, what are you trying to do?"
Mo Di's eyes sharpened as he saw the young man named Xiang Yang, disregarding the distance between himself and his companion, carrying a cloth bag, rushing straight towards him.
A small car-sized amber crystal appeared in his hand. Xiang Yang smiled, completely unconcerned about the overwhelming radiance in front of him.
"I've come to present art to you all."