novelhk Chapter 293 A Master of Blatant Lies
Chapter 293 A Master of Blatant Lies
Chapter 293 A Master of Blatant Lies
On the control tower, the Xuanxing Chosen Ones, including the director, had long since fallen into a deathly silence.
The swarm of insects, which they considered invincible and required the combined strength of everyone to defeat, was now easily crushed, making them wonder if they had missed the update.
This Chosen One that ravages the Zerg swarm seems to be more than one version ahead of them, with its stats inflated significantly.
The sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect, no longer calm, stared at the screen with a complex expression and asked, "Is that the Blood Sea Deity who saved Xu City earlier?"
The bureau chief was equally shocked, his voice slightly hoarse: "That's right, but now it seems that He has become even stronger."
The fact that a chosen one was far ahead of them and was constantly getting stronger, seemingly without any bottlenecks, truly astonished them.
"Seeing Him beat the insect swarm like it's nothing, I'm afraid if we all went together, the result wouldn't be much different," the Brotherhood of the Forge leader said in a deep voice.
This usually carefree, burly man rarely frowned, and he wore a look of deep suspicion.
"Perhaps this isn't a bad thing. To prevent the trial from descending upon Xuanxing, we must make Him meet the standard. The stronger He is, the greater the probability of Him meeting the standard." The leader of the Holy Mark Secret Cult seemed rather optimistic.
But someone next to him suddenly poured cold water on him.
"Don't forget, it was He who bound us to the chariot, and even the start of the final trial may very well be because of Him."
The speaker was a woman wearing a bird-beak mask and dressed like a medieval doctor; in reality, she was the head of a force called "Plague Inc."
The woman sneered, "Look at the swarms of insects in the sky. Perhaps they were brought here by this non-human, intelligent life form, just so that the god would make an example of us and make us completely obedient to Him."
These words put many chosen ones on guard, causing them to silently distance themselves from Pandora.
Pandora sighed almost imperceptibly, about to speak.
"So what if I am? Do you have a choice?"
Her clear, cold voice, as bright as the moon, attracted the attention of everyone present. The merciless denial in her words greatly angered the woman.
She turned her head, casting a hawk-like gaze, but the speaker glanced at her without fear, a chill spreading through his eyes.
Click.
In the deathly silence, the sounds of freezing and cracking seemed incredibly abrupt.
Before everyone's eyes, the bird-beak mask worn by the plague leader was covered in ice crystals and then cracked in two.
Half of it remained on her face, while the other half fell to the ground and shattered into ice shards.
Behind the mask, half of the woman's face, which should have been beautiful, was covered in moss, with countless flagella-like structures moving in the wind.
"You—" The plague leader's expression froze, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at the fragments of the mask.
This was an epic-quality item, so its strength couldn't be low. However, this girl of unknown origin shattered it with just a glance. What terrifying power that was!
She figured that even compared to the other chosen ones present, she could rank among the top three, but it was still impossible for her to destroy an epic-quality item in one glance.
"Who exactly are you?" She quietly prepared her life-saving tools, ready to act at the slightest sign of trouble.
"This is Lord Styx's apostle, and also an S-rank Chosen One," the director introduced.
As the head of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, he was naturally aware of the relationship between Su Youli and the Crimson God, and immediately became vigilant.
His wariness wasn't directed at Su Youli, but at the head of the plague.
He was worried that if this madwoman used her most treasured legendary artifact and injured Su Youli, she might face a bloodbath in retaliation, and he didn't want to be caught in the wrath of the gods.
Fortunately, the thing the director feared didn't happen, and the conditions for growth were lost.
"I advise you to give up that crooked idea."
Skran walked over casually, his eyes gleaming with ill intent.
"Otherwise, even if we fail, you definitely won't last until the test comes."
"Scran? You've joined forces with them?!" The Plague Leader's expression was uncertain. She could sense that the Dark Light Speaker's power seemed much stronger than before.
Pandora remained silent and stood behind the two. Seeing this, the director also led the agents from the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs to stand with them.
He knew it was time to choose sides, and now, they didn't have many options left.
Naturally, he chose the side of the sea of blood.
In fact, most of the chosen ones made the same decision as him.
"You, you all," the plague leader's expression changed drastically. He took a deep breath and suddenly revealed a bright smile. "Great! It seems we are of the same mind."
As she spoke, she stood directly on one side of the sea of blood, without any shame, as if nothing had happened.
Skran's face twitched. "You're being a little too pragmatic."
"My main goal is to do my part for Xuanxing; nothing else matters."
The plague leader quietly lifted her foot and crushed the mask fragments on the ground. She didn't care at all, even though the tense atmosphere just now was caused by her.
"It seems you've already made your decision. Very well, I don't need to do anything further."
Modi emerged from some unknown corner, clapped his hands, and drew everyone's attention to him.
"Who are you...?" Some of the chosen ones had never seen him before and looked puzzled. But when they looked at the reflection beneath him and saw the crimson sea of blood, they were filled with awe and understood his identity.
Looking back at the screen, all that remained was a sea of blood hanging high in the sky, while the swarm of insects had vanished without a trace, clearly dissolved into the sea of blood, and even the Queen of the Swarm was not spared.
Unlike other worlds, the Swarm Queen is both the Chosen One and the ruler of the Swarm world. If she dies, the entire Swarm world will come to a standstill until a new queen is born.
But the Evolution game won't give it any more chances, because now is the final trial, the Zerg world has not met expectations, and the only path left is to face the impending doomsday test.
One world has been eliminated just like that.
Some of the chosen ones are well aware of this, but at most they'll shed a few crocodile tears and won't do anything more.
Modi glanced around, and perhaps because his aura was too strong, apart from a few people, no one dared to meet his gaze.
He could only turn to the head of the plague and say jokingly, "I heard you had a problem with me before?"
"No, that's not true," the plague leader instinctively straightened his back, his moss-covered face paling slightly. "I have always, always loved and respected you!"
Look at that, now you've got a real master of lying through your teeth.
Many chosen ones inwardly spat and cast disdainful glances at her.
But instead of feeling ashamed, she seemed to have deceived herself, and the half of her face that was exposed showed only the reverence one would show when looking at the sun.
It makes you wonder if she might suddenly raise her hands and start jumping around in the next second.
"There are still too many outstanding talents among the chosen ones." Mo Di sighed, then ignored her and walked over to Su Youli, looking around.
He cleared his throat and began his speech.
"Gentlemen, the fact that you are still standing here means that you genuinely agree with our ideas."
He smiled kindly and looked at the director: "You agree, don't you, Director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs? Or do you have any objections?"
"Well, I have no objection."
The bureau chief coughed; he certainly had his objections, but he disagreed with them.
This is a topic that absolutely cannot be touched.
"Very good, what about you guys?" Mordy then looked at the others.
No one spoke; only silence remained—that meant there were no opinions.
"Since no one has any objections, it means you all agree with our ideas," Modi's smile suddenly turned cold. "However, if anyone does anything disloyal or colludes with foreign enemies..."
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"Don't blame me for sending him to the Blood Sea. There are plenty of seats in the Blood Sea, enough to accommodate all the creatures of this world."
The undisguised threat made the chosen ones present tense. They looked at the figure draped in a red cloak, their nostrils filled with the smell of blood, and their vision was also filled with crimson.
The illusion of a sea of blood lasted only a moment, but no one took it lightly.
Some chosen ones even doubted whether the scene they had just witnessed was not an illusion, but rather a real brush with death.
"Alright, once this matter is settled, Xuanxing will naturally be safe and sound, and will not follow in the footsteps of those dead worlds."
I think you'd be happy to see this, wouldn't you?
Everyone tensed up and expressed their determination to protect Xuanxing.
Modi was very pleased and said "good" three times in a row.
"With your help, what is there to worry about in achieving great things? Without further ado, I will first take you all to the Beach of the Underworld. Once I have accomplished my great task, I will help you all complete the trial mission."
Having said that, he opened the entrance to the Beach of the Dead and went in first.
The chosen ones sensed the aura of death and hesitated for a moment, but after seeing Su Youli, Skran, and the others follow them inside, they no longer hesitated.
Passing through the entrance and stepping onto the soft sand, a gloomy world appeared before everyone's eyes.
"This is the Nether Beach that the mission requires us to cross." The sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect extracted a wisp of deathly aura, trapped it in a bottle, and analyzed it.
"Indeed, it is the aura of death. It seems that beyond the Beach lies the end of all things, and also the origin."
"Why did he bring us here?" Xu Sui asked, following behind the bureau chief.
Without turning his head, the director looked out at the sea, where a blurry outline was faintly visible. "Let's just wait and see."
Modi, who was walking at the front, stopped and let the tide soak his ankles.
"Do you see that outline on the sea? That's what we need to protect."
He turned to the high-ranking chosen ones of Xuanxing and said, "The chosen ones from other realms will arrive at the Beach of the Underworld sooner or later. Urged on by the instinct of the world, they will surely take action against that thing."
"What you have to do is ensure that the thing is not destroyed until I open the door to the origin."
Everyone nodded. Among them, the leader of the Forge Brotherhood asked, "The Beach is so vast. Even if the Chosen Ones from beyond arrive, we probably won't be able to detect them immediately. What should we do?"
"We certainly cannot prevent this from happening, but through methods such as prophecy, we can know the possible time of its arrival."
Modi calmly said, "Although there will definitely be some who slip through the net by assigning people to be stationed at various nodes, it will also greatly reduce the pressure."
Others had no objection to the arrangement, and some even volunteered.
"I have some knowledge of prophecy, so I should be able to help."
The leader of the Holy Marksman Sect stepped forward and slowly untied the gauze covering his eyes, revealing lifeless eyes.
He was blind in both eyes, which he had poked out himself, and by doing so, he was able to successfully etch the "stigmata" into his eyes.
From then on, his eyes became the gateway to the future, granting him an extraordinary ability to foresee it.
"Those of you with good prophetic abilities, you'll follow Skran and work together on the calculations," Mordi said. "As for the rest, go find Pandora and group yourselves according to your strengths."
The relatively simple grouping process ended quickly. Those skilled in prediction and calculation went to the intelligence department, those skilled in strategic planning went to the engineering department, and those only good at fighting were assigned their own garrison locations.
Once everything was ready, Modi sat at the altar and calculated with his fingers.
"It's about time someone fell into the trap." He smiled slightly, his gaze piercing through the void, landing on a certain spot on the Beach.
The real-world area corresponding to this node is an abandoned military base.
This military base, located in the Northern Hemisphere, was once under the control of Pandora. During the War of the Dead, it was affected by the aftermath of the battle between Mordi and the avatars of the Dead Curse, and was subsequently abandoned.
It is not an isolated case. Throughout the Northern Hemisphere, there are countless base ruins and divine remnants scattered around, all of which bear witness to the Death Curse War.
"It was a terrible war, and even now, its effects linger and it remains dangerous."
A weathered middle-aged man, dressed in a white robe with cloud patterns and gold trim, carrying a large iron spear on his shoulder, ran his free left hand over the control panel, but then suddenly withdrew it as if he had been electrocuted.
The weathered man glanced warily at his left hand, which was emitting blue smoke and being eroded by some invisible force, then silently took out a pill and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Ha, I told you to be careful a long time ago, but you wouldn't listen."
Beside the man, a green snake flicked its tongue and spoke in a human-like manner, revealing a mocking expression.
"How can we test its depths without making deep contact with the remaining aura?"
The weathered man remained calm. Once his left hand had recovered, he touched the control panel again, a wisp of blue electricity crackling from his fingertips.
The abandoned military base lit up for a moment and started operating again, but it didn't last long before going dark again, as if nothing had happened.
For the man, his goal had been achieved; all the remaining information in the base's database had been taken into his possession.
Combining the information gathered from the previous abandoned sites and statue ruins, he pieced together more valuable information.
"The Death Curse War, a battle between two unknown beings... According to the classification of our world, those two powerful beings have probably already touched the threshold of ascension to immortality."
"Tsk, how long has it been since our world has seen a Celestial Realm? How come we've run into two right away?"
The green snake shook its head, its gaze unfathomable, and asked again, "What else did you find?"
"The method to build the passage to the Beach is to enter the Beach in order to complete the trial mission. And the Chosen One who single-handedly opened the final trial ahead of time is probably already waiting there."
The weathered man said in a deep voice, "If we don't get rid of him and can't have one of our people replace him for promotion, even if we manage to complete our mission and return, our world will suffer a calamity."
This is the relentless test of the game of evolution. Even if he can escape by using methods to avoid disaster, his friends, family, disciples, and children will not be able to avoid it.
For him, there was only one choice, and he had to make it even if it meant risking his life.