"S-level? Impossible. There are countless S-level people in the world, and none of them have been accepted by the Round Table." Amatullah frowned and asked suspiciously, "Did you sense something?"
"… "
In front of the elevator, Bai Sheng slowly scanned the empty bunker.
Bai Sheng's eyes were a bit peachy, but his eyebrows were long and sharp, and he had a typical face with eyebrows overshadowing his eyes. As long as he stopped smiling, his natural hostility and sense of oppression would naturally emerge, and his pupils would pass over every brick crack and every shadow in the tunnel not far away.
He seemed to sense the aura of S-level.
Very subtle and fleeting, like an imperceptible spider thread hanging in the darkness.
…But S-level energy cannot be concealed to such a subtle degree, just like an elephant in the dark will be extremely obvious even if it hides.
Is it an illusion
"I just asked the headquarters to detect it, and the monitors did not detect any S-level energy fluctuations in this bunker." Amatulla's voice came from the headset again, asking: "Do you want Antonio and I to come down and assist you?"
"… No, that's not necessary." Under the president's nervous gaze, Bai Sheng finally spoke, and said in a deep voice: "I'll let the hostages go up by themselves, and you launch a Wheel of God on the entire bunker."
"Launch now?" Amatullah hesitated. "Once the ability is triggered, it will not distinguish between friend and foe and will cause collateral damage to you. Are you sure?"
The two doors of the giant elevator had been blown away, but at least the steel cables were still intact. Bai Sheng used a strong hand to support the trembling president, patted his shoulder to indicate that everything was fine, pressed the up button, and with a rumbling sound, the elevator rose towards the ground carrying the hostage who could no longer stand up.
"I'm sure." Bai Sheng turned around and faced the empty and deep bunker, and said in a deep voice: "Let's start now."
When the elevator reached the ground, Antonio helped the tumbling president out, turned back and nodded to Amatullah, then quickly retreated to a safe area several hundred meters away.
“All right,” Amatullah muttered.
She took a half step back, clasped her hands together, and uttered a difficult and hoarse spell, like a prayer to an unknown god.
The air currents in the sky began to shake violently, causing the ground beneath their feet to shake. Then, a dazzling and magnificent giant wheel descended from the sky, shining brightly, like flowing gold, eclipsing the blazing sun, creating a magnificent spectacle over the desert.
The halo spun and expanded rapidly, instantly covering the entire bunker from above!
S-level superpower, Wheel of Allah.
The power of group judgment, under the halo, all living beings receive the final judgment. Once the murderer is found guilty, he will be executed immediately without asking the reason; the rest of the guilty will be tried one by one, and their life span will be automatically deprived according to the sentencing results.
Everyone is burdened with original sin, so once this ability is triggered, it does not distinguish between friend and foe, and cannot achieve precise strikes. Cooling period: 30 days.
There were more than eighty invaders tied up and thrown on the ground in various parts of the bunker. Suddenly, a brilliant golden light flashed in front of everyone. Lines of symbols that did not belong to the Earth's language were rapidly flipping in the light, increasing and decreasing, and there was an order. It was the Wheel of God that was automatically calculating their respective crimes.
“W-What is this?!”