Following Huo Chao, Jiang Ci became the second person to attack the Holy White Tower and attempt to kill the Pope.
"Damn it, the barrier was clearly not broken, how on earth did he get in?!!"
At this moment, Mandela's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. Because the church's army suffered heavy losses in the Holy Dew Star, so this time, almost all the remaining combat forces were deployed to invade the capital, including most of the garrison troops inside the Holy White Tower. Because everyone believed that as long as the defense barrier was opened, no one could break in.
This means that the guard force in the White Tower is now almost the weakest in history, and the only ones with some real strength are Mandela and one or two bishops.
"Master Elder, all the guards and cultists have been sent, but it seems they can't stop them."
The man's face looked extremely ugly.
"Damn it, how could a mere omega…"
As we all know, omegas are naturally delicate, like flowers raised in a greenhouse. Huo Chao was able to fight his way up because he was an S-level alpha, the strongest fighting force of mankind cultivated by the Illusion God Cult with all its might.
It is only natural that His Majesty the Son of God is invincible and unstoppable.
But Jiang Ci is an omega. In the eyes of the Illusion God Cult, just like Bai Min, in addition to being a reproductive tool, they also use it to exploit and attack Pei Changyun and Zhou Jiuya's weaknesses. So when they heard that Jiang Ci was born alive, the most infuriating thing for the church was not that he was alive, but that He Qichu, who had escaped from the church, was still alive. Therefore, the church did not kill Jiang Ci at the first time, but killed He Qichu's entire family at all costs. Similarly, in the subsequent kidnapping case, the Pope's order was to keep Jiang Ci alive.
—Because they still need this weakness.
After all, omegas can do nothing but give birth. As for Jiang Ci's identity, as a person that too many people want to protect, he is the best attack point for the Phantom God Cult.
But now no one would have thought that an omega who had always been regarded as a weakness and a reproductive tool would actually break into the so-called "absolute defense" barrier outside, and like Huo Chao in the past, dare to kill his way to the Holy White Tower, and no one could stop him? ! !
This is simply a fantasy!
For the Phantom God Cult, being unable to stop an omega invasion was simply a huge joke and the greatest humiliation!
At this moment, Mandela's facial muscles were twitching.
"Now that Pei Changyun is about to die and the King Bug is under our control, we don't need to be afraid of Zhou Jiuya..."
He looked down at Jiang Ci coldly, and every word he said was tinged with blood.
"There's no need to keep Jiang Jinsheng's son."
However, just as Mandela was about to take action himself, a believer ran over in a panic.
"Man... Elder Mandela, Archbishop Leinster seems to be still in the White Tower."
"What-?!"
Mandela was startled, his face gloomy.
"Shouldn't he be out there directing the battle right now?!"
"No, I don't know..."
The believers trembled.
"When checking the surveillance just now, someone said that they saw Lord Leinster... and it seemed that he went to the Discipline Hall."
"Fuck @#￥!"
Mandela immediately connected with Leinster, but was rejected. He cursed and immediately turned around and strode towards the Discipline Hall.
"Tell the people at the Stigmata Research Institute to release Cecilia first. Everyone, kill the invaders at all costs!"
"yes!"
At this moment, the entire interior of the Holy White Tower was in chaos and blood. The believers were trembling with fear, staring at the corpses and remains lying all over the place below, and they began to think about running away.
This scene was too similar to when His Highness Huo Chao attacked, but now this terrible omega invader looked very much like the clone who escaped from prison and injured the Pope two months ago.
No one can stop him.
"Is this guy... really an omega?"
Are omegas really only able to live in a greenhouse, being pampered and treated as reproductive tools
How can an omega be so strong? ! !
"Even Lady Cecilia can't..."
Although Cecilia is also an omega, that is because she has the stigmata. Even the power of His Majesty the Son of God was due to the stigmata.
This intruder did not.
"Even if the Saint's genes were superior, Jiang Jinsheng is only a B-level alpha, so how could it be..."
In this world where genes and gender determine destiny, Bai Min, an S-level omega, combined with Jiang Jinsheng, a B-level omega. In the eyes of the Phantom God Cult, this meant that the most superior genes had been contaminated.
And how could an offspring born from a B-level gene contamination be stronger than his mother? ! !
Jiang Ci raised his eyes coldly, his bright eyes were so dark that they looked like blood. Half of his body was stained red, as if he had just fought his way out of hell. He didn't feel tired, nor did he feel any pain, and he didn't even have any tears.
At this moment, Jiang Ci seemed to have finally bid farewell to the self who could only cry helplessly. Now, as long as he looked at the top floor and Huo Xianfeng who was there, it was as if infinite power was surging out of him.
At this moment, Jiang Ci suddenly sensed some extremely dangerous signal. He turned back abruptly and blocked with his sword.
boom!
The blade shook heavily, and he twisted it backhand, and threw it at the opponent at the moment of being repelled. The next second, a flash of snow flashed across Jiang Ci's palm, and the spear instantly pierced into the side wall, cutting a ten-meter-long gap.
Then, a figure slowly walked out from the blood that burst out due to the dagger stabbing. The strange and bizarre figure gradually became clear and was reflected in Jiang Ci's pupils.
He saw—
Monster with pink hair.
Jiang Ci was stunned. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she could only make a few sounds.
"Cesi... Lea..."
But now Cecilia could no longer be called a human being. The left half of her body was pinned to the wall by the dagger, but the flesh around her was torn and twisted, and countless huge, bloody and sticky tentacles were extending from it.
She screamed in pain, but the sound she made was not very human. Even the believers standing far away couldn't help but cover their ears.
[Cecilia will not survive.]
At this moment, Jiang Ci seemed to hear He Zhun's gloomy and sad voice again.
The next second, Cecilia tore off a large piece of flesh and blood, broke free from the dagger, and pounced towards Jiang Ci like a monster in a horror movie.
The latter silently tightened his finger bones, with an expressionless face, he drew out the spear, and with his backhand he made a neat and beautiful ring, sweeping across the face. In an instant, he cut off several bloody tentacles that stretched out.
The silver spear emitted countless crackling blue electric lights, and even the broken parts suddenly exploded into countless charred fragments.
Cecilia's body was already at the end of its strength. She was just a puppet dragged up by the stigmata. She had no so-called moves to attack. She was like a beast that had lost its mind and was covered with scars. She could only bite instinctively. So it was no surprise that she was suppressed by Jiang Ci at the beginning.
"Isn't Elder Mandela back yet?"
Researchers from the Stigmata Research Institute stood above and watched the battle. They held an electronic board in their hands, and the densely packed data indicators on it quickly turned red. Everyone looked anxious.
"This, this won't last much longer—"
Before he could finish his words, a dagger suddenly came from below and pierced the electronic board directly, then stabbed the researcher's throat.
boom-
A body fell to the ground.
Jiang Ci coldly watched the group of people above him with horrified faces, and then they quickly fled like birds and beasts. He did not chase them, but just turned back and saw the woman's broken body also fell to the ground. It was obvious that she was just a tool used by Mandela to buy time.
Cecilia gradually regained consciousness. She finally figured it out.
Why did she persuade Bai Min to stay in the Illusionary God Cult so that he could live well? But the other party was so miserable that he would not compromise even if he died.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to have your fate controlled, hurt, and manipulated by others...
It's actually such a life worse than death...
Cecilia finally understood—
Bai Min was able to become a saint and hold such a high status. It seemed that she and Huo Chao were both the so-called beloved children of the Pope. But that was only because she was an S-level omega, just a reproductive tool.
So when Bai Min and Jiang Jinsheng were united, her role as a reproductive tool was gone, so she was destined to die. And the Pope injected the stigmata into Bai Min at that time, but it was just... deliberate torture. The more she wanted to escape, the more she would be caught and imprisoned.
The Pope deliberately used such a tragic and cruel way to warn, intimidate, and declare that his authority is unshakable.
Cecilia suddenly understood—
The moment the stigma was injected, Bai Min's body became Jiang Ci's cage. The only way for her to escape and free herself and her child was to die.
despair.
Jiang Ci walked towards Cecilia on the bloody ground. He saw her body twitching and large mouthfuls of blood gushing out of her mouth and nose. But those pink eyes were looking at him, shouting incoherently,
"Porcelain..."
Jiang Ci closed his eyes, walked over and squatted beside her.
"Um."
But when Jiang Ci listened carefully to her words, she realized that Cecilia was not calling her name.
"Pity said... said that porcelain is not a fragile and fragile thing... a beautiful work of art that can only be kept in a display window... to be admired..."
[Mianmin, why do you like porcelain so much?]
Cecilia didn't understand it before, because many omegas like beautiful and precious gems, pearls, crystals and the like, which are much more beautiful and precious than porcelain made of clay.
Later, Bai Min's answer made her remember it for a long time. And now, she is telling these words to Bai Min's children.
[It takes a long, long time of high temperature refining to refine it into the most beautiful appearance.]
"It takes... a very long time of fire to refine it... into its most beautiful form..."
[My Ah Ci will be like this in the future.]
"Aci will be like this in the future..."
"… "
Jiang Ci was stunned.
So that's how it is.
It turns out that his name is such a beautiful wish.
At this time, Cecilia's eyes were covered with blood and tears. In her blurred vision, she seemed to see Jiang Ci's face transformed into her beloved Saint. She wanted to touch her face, but there was no way.
"Mercy...Mercy, Leah misses you so much..."
Tears diluted the blood, and large pink tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
"I'll be right here...right here to see you..."
Jiang Ci closed her eyes and slowly raised the spear that mimicked Cheng Yue.
"I'm sorry... but it won't hurt soon."
In the end, Jiang Ci used the weapon that once belonged to her mother to end Cecilia's suffering.
She could only be freed through death.
·
"Cecilia, the traitor, is doomed to die."
At the same time, in the Discipline Hall.
Cecilia's ending also appeared in the man's mouth.
Now Leinster, who was supposed to be commanding on the battlefield, appeared in the Discipline Hall.
"The Pope knew it a long time ago. He knew that she deliberately informed on the matter in order to save Bai Min, but he still spared the woman's life, simply because she was still useful."
Leinster knew this a long time ago. He looked down at the young man kneeling on the ground and said sarcastically,
"Little devil, I told you not to get close to that woman, and not to appear in the sight of His Holiness the Pope. But you always choose to go down a dead end."
Leinster looks reckless, and seems to be just an alpha with well-developed muscles and only knows how to use force, but he has been in the Phantom God Cult for more than three hundred years and is still standing firm. It is not just his muscles that he relies on.
He knows many, many secrets and can see through many people's thoughts, but he just doesn't bother to talk about it.
For example, the Pope knew that Cecilia loved Bai Min and that He Zhun had bad intentions, but the reason he kept the former and wanted to get rid of the latter was simply because He Zhun was of no use to him and only a threat. Cecilia was different. She was the only person in the church who might gain some of Pei Changyun's trust.
That woman was just a spare dagger, so she was reluctantly left behind. Therefore, Huo Chao's clone seemed to be top-secret and urgent, and was specifically targeted at Pei Changyun. Even if Leinster was not punished for failing the mission, the Pope would definitely hand it over to Cecilia.
And after the final effect is exhausted, Cecilia will die.
At this moment, He Zhun was chained and kneeling on the ground. After being rescued by the soldiers, he should have been taken back to the Academy of Sciences to continue being locked up, but the church people suddenly appeared and kidnapped him. The optical computer was also destroyed, and he had not yet decrypted the last bit of content. He was taken back to the Discipline Hall of the Holy White Pagoda. He Zhun had always known this place. This was the place where all kinds of terrible punishments, including the death penalty, were carried out. Many believers who made mistakes would not live long after coming in.
Now his hands, feet and neck are chained, with his hands raised, like a prisoner about to be executed.
In fact, this is true.
He had just learned that the Pope had issued an order for his execution. Perhaps because he was afraid that his father had once made a drug that could suppress the stigmata, the other party even asked Elder Mandela to personally execute him.
He Zhun had expected that the Pope wanted to kill him, but his last hidden trick had come into play, so there was still room for maneuver.
He Zhun's eyes darkened. He couldn't die here. He felt the hot signal on his elbow, which meant that Jiang Ci was very close. Even the chaos outside was most likely caused by Jiang Ci.
So the only thing he needed to do now was to buy time. At least before he died, he had to find a way to meet Jiang Ci and pass on the information. At this time, the young man looked up and looked at Leinster standing in front of him. The other party was sneering coldly.
"You're about to die now, and you feel regretful? You want me to save you?"
"… "
He Zhun was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Everyone chooses their own path. My path is my own choice. Your path, Leinster, and your deal with the devil of the Phantom Cult, weren't they also your own choice, right?"
He raised his head and looked at the tall and dangerous alpha, with a hint of mockery in his tone. He spent more than ten years getting to know Leinster, his past, his personality, his likes and dislikes, everything about him.
So he knew about the devil's deal between Leinster and the Phantom Cult.
Leinster's life is a bit like Ye Shu and a bit like He Zhun.
For example, Ye Shu was born into a wealthy family as an S-level alpha, but his family was persecuted by a senior official of the alliance, which led to the destruction of his family. For example, He Zhun joined the Illusion God Cult for the sake of survival and revenge.
It was just that Ye Shu was a little bit luckier, and met Huo Chao who joined the army a little later. But Leinster was unlucky, and he didn't meet Huo Chao later. At that time, the Illusion God Cult recruited all kinds of talented and high-level children in the name of the academy throughout the alliance. Leinster was an S-level alpha, so he easily entered the inner circle and became the focus of training.
The difference between Leinsert and He Zhun is gender and rank. The former is an alpha, and an extremely talented alpha. So he can rely on his own strength to fight his way out. But He Zhun is a beta, he has no talent for fighting and violence, so he can only rely on his brain, his body, and others.
The Cult of Phantom God, the Legion of Dawn and the Empire, as well as the Zerg, are like three social forms with different ruling structures.
The Zerg race is a genetic setting. No matter they are low-level or high-level Zerg races, they are born to love the king deeply and will protect the king at all costs and execute all his orders. Therefore, the entire Zerg race would not hesitate to travel billions of light years to seek revenge, and when the nuclear bomb exploded, countless high-level Zerg races would be willing to sacrifice themselves.
Huo Chao and Pei Changyun's Dawn Legion and Empire are the most traditional ways of leadership in human society, involving political means, leadership prestige, personal charisma, and many, many complicated things.
So some people are loyal, some people love, some people hate, and some people slander.
The way the Pope ruled his subordinates was to use the stigmata, a disgusting tool that strangled everyone's throat and forced them to obey. Therefore, he could not get the loyalty of anyone from the bottom of their hearts.
There is only hatred, only fear, only necessity.
Leinster is one of them, but he just thinks that this is a deal with the devil. He gained power from the Phantom God Cult, but he had to pay with hundreds of years of freedom and become a tool of this absurd church.
-fair enough.
Until this moment He Zhun asked him,
"Leinster, so you regret it now?"
"… "
Leinster looked down at him for a few seconds without answering the question. He just grinned and sneered.
"He Zhun, anyone who betrays the church will die at the hands of the Pope. For example, Huo Chao, Bai Min, Jiang Jinsheng, Cecilia who has turned into a monster outside... Oh, yes, and your father He Qichu."
"—including you?"
He Zhun did not show any special emotion because of his father's name. He just looked up at Leinster's gray eyes and asked again,
"Does this also include you, Leinster, who came to see me against the Pope's orders?"
"… "
The smile on the man's face suddenly faded. After a while, he said coldly,
"Of course not!"
He squatted down and pinched He Zhun's chin.
"Don't you know why I came here, He Zhun? I'm only here for the potion that can remove the stigmata that you mentioned."
"Ok, I know."
He Zhun nodded calmly.
"For so many years, I have been just your pet and your bed partner for venting your desires. If it weren't for this reason, how could you be willing to disobey the Pope's order and come to see me? Right, Leinster?"
"… "
The man's face darkened.
boom!
At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked open from the outside.
"Leinster!"
An angry Mandela strode in with a group of believers.
"you… "
"Ah, Elder Mandela."
Leinster turned around and interrupted him directly.
"I heard that someone invaded the Holy White Tower. Why is Elder Mandela here instead of going to eliminate the invaders?"
Mandela was furious.
"Should I be the one asking you this, Leinster?"
"Leinster, aren't you curious about why every child with superior genetic qualifications selected by the church has a tragic life story?"
He Zhun's voice suddenly came from behind Leinster.
"Regardless of gender, S-level children are one in a million, and usually come from either noble or wealthy families. Why do so many children encounter various family changes at the same time and are forced to join the church academy?"
“What a load of bullshit!!!”
Mandela's face darkened and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at He Zhun's head.
boom!
The sound of gunshots and fists hitting human bodies rang out at the same time.
The light bullet missed its target and hit the chain on He Zhun's left wrist, breaking it. His wrist bone was numbed by the shock. He then quickly pulled out a very tiny decoding pin from the sole of his shoe and quickly inserted it into the chain on his right wrist.
Knock!
Unlock successful.
He Zhun quickly took out the tranquilizer gun from the inside of his sleeve. Fortunately, when he was caught, those people were in a hurry and only locked his hands and feet and took him directly back to the Discipline Hall, so there was no body search.
On the other side, Leinster quickly twisted the muzzle of his gun and shot the remaining few bullets at the cultist behind him. Mandela had never expected Leinster to dare to do this. He was extremely angry and directly deployed the mecha mimic weapon and cut with his claws.
Leinster retreated instantly. He looked down at the deep wound on his chest. For a moment, he could even see the white flesh inside. Then the blood gushed out and covered the hideous wound. If it was a little later, the opponent would have directly dug out his heart. But at this time, the stigmata had already started to repair the wound quickly.
The two men immediately fought. Leinster's fighting power was slightly inferior to Mandela's, and in such a narrow space, he could not gain the upper hand. After just a few minutes of fighting, the red-gold stigmata in Mandela's body suddenly pierced Leinster's abdomen.
The next second, the golden stigmata that was originally repairing the wound suddenly stopped as if suppressed by something. Leinster was suddenly shocked, and all his movements were instantly frozen as if the pause button was pressed, and an expression of great pain appeared on his face uncontrollably.
"Leinster! Do you want to betray the church?! The consequences of disobeying the Pope's orders..."
Mandela's scolding had not yet ended when he suddenly noticed something flying towards him from the side. He smashed it with his backhand. The blue mist in the sky dissipated in the space.
"If this is caused by the stigmata, I'm sorry, but I have already made a potion that can remove the stigmata."
He Zhun was breathing rapidly. He waved a tube of blue reagent in his hand in front of them.
"Leinster, isn't this why you came to save me?"
Of course it was not done. The information left by his father that He Zhun deciphered was only the part of the potion he gave to Huo Chao to suppress the stigmata. And what he had in his hand now was certainly not a drug that could suppress the stigmata, but just an enhanced version of anesthetic.
When He Zhun said this, everyone present was shocked. Even Mandela and Leinsert, who were in the middle of a fight, were stunned.
The significance of the stigmata is too important to the Illusion God Cult. It is like the steel frame and concrete in a high-rise building. Once it is removed, the entire building will collapse and shatter.
Mandela was the first to react. He used the stigmata to nail Leinster to the wall. Then he rushed towards He Zhun without thinking.
He Zhun just stood there, covering his mouth and nose, with no intention of hiding. In his dilated pupils, he saw not only the metal claws approaching in front of him, but also the silver gun approaching from behind.
Mandela immediately realized something and wanted to return to defense, but due to the anesthetic mist just now, his movements were a little slow.
Puff!
It is the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the human body.
A silver spear pierced Mandela's neck from behind, where it connected to his collarbone, and then swung horizontally and threw him out. Mandela followed Leinster with a "bang" and hit the wall.
Seeing that He Zhun was safe, Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to the anesthetic mist at that time, the believers at the door didn't even have time to react and fell down. Jiang Ci was able to rush in in time. He closed the door, locked it, and blocked all the pursuers outside.
Jiang Ci didn't ask any more questions, but just stood in front of He Zhun, threw the dagger to him, and turned back to give him a questioning look.
He had just heard what He Zhun had shouted, so this action was to ask him if he had really found a way to remove the stigmata. If He Zhun was just trying to trick him and Jiang Ci asked directly, then he would be exposed. So he could only ask with his eyes.
He Zhun caught the knife with a snap, and his wrist sank due to the weight on his hand. However, when he met Jiang Ci's gaze, he immediately understood what the other party was asking, so he answered quickly.
"I need a light brain!"
Optical brain
Jiang Ci frowned and threw the black ring in her hand to him.
—That is the forbidden abyss.
The Forbidden Abyss's external unit was damaged and its energy was insufficient, but there was still no problem in doing a data analysis.
At this moment, Mandela covered his neck, blood dyed half of his body red, his eyes were sinister, and he rushed over brazenly the next second. Jiang Ci turned his silver spear and directly met Mandela's attack.
At the same time, He Zhun put the knife at his side and caught Jin Yuan. He didn't care about the three people fighting on the other side and turned on the computer directly. As a researcher who often works in the center of a bloody battlefield, He Zhun can ignore any dangerous situations and concentrate on his work.
"Hey, hello, Xiao He?"
Jin Yuan projected a virtual keyboard and screen for him.
“… Hello, I’m sorry for the trouble.”
He Zhun closed his eyes, quickly recalled the last small part of the book, and then quickly input it into Forbidden Abyss to rearrange and decrypt it.
The scene at this moment is very absurd, and the style is particularly fragmented.
On one side was a researcher working frantically while holding his glasses, and on the other side was a group of three people fighting fiercely.
"Leinster!!!"
Mandela was extremely angry. He could fight Jiang Ci to a draw, but now with the addition of Leinsster, he was instantly suppressed by the two of them.
"That brat is full of lies. Even He Qichu has never found a way to remove the stigmata. He is just a..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Ci stabbed him in the head with a gun. His eyes were cold and he taunted him in the "Huo Xianfeng style".
"You talk too much, old man!"
"????"
Old man? !!!
Mandela was so shocked that he couldn't speak, but even if he tried hard, he couldn't speak. In the crisis, he could only cross his claws suddenly, barely blocking the powerful blow. However, the next second, Leinster stabbed him from behind.
But the blade failed to penetrate his heart, and was blocked by the scarlet-gold stigmata at the torn skin. The scarlet-gold stigmata quickly turned into a completely bloody color, and suddenly surged out of his body.
Jiang Ci's face changed and he immediately blocked with his spear. He was knocked back more than ten meters. He looked down and saw a cut on his wrist, and the blood stained his hands.
The stigmata of Leinsert behind him was suppressed by the level of stigmata, so he was unable to retreat in time and was locked by the stigmata of Mandela. The next second, the stigmata of Leinsert also began to be stained with blood.
"Leinster, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Mandela's eyes were sinister and he glanced suddenly at He Zhun.
Even without the Pope's order, just based on He Zhun's words just now that he had found a way to remove the stigmata, no matter whether it was true or false, he could not live today.
At this moment, Leinster's whole body suddenly shook, his body convulsed uncontrollably, and he suddenly rushed towards He Zhun not far away with a knife.
"He Zhun!"
The distance was too far, Jiang Ci had no time to rush over, and could only throw the spear out.
boom!!!
The sound of weapons colliding exploded in the room, and Mandela's claws drew a string of sparks on the gun, changing its trajectory. He saw Jiang Ci's face suddenly turn pale, and he smiled maliciously as if he had succeeded.
boom-
puff-
Chi-
Three different voices collided at the same time.
The first one was the black scimitar that should have killed He Zhun, but in the end it just brushed the young man's ear and pierced into the wall behind him.
The second time, He Zhun subconsciously picked up the dagger across his chest and stabbed it deeply into Leinster's throat.
As for the third sound, it was Jiang Ci's silver spear piercing the man's calf, nailing him to the ground and preventing him from moving forward.
He Zhun stared at Leinsert's face in a daze. The latter's artery burst and the blood spurted out, spraying all over He Zhun's face. His glasses also slipped off along with the blood due to the violent impact.
It fell to the ground with a "pa" sound.
It was intentional.
This guy did it on purpose.
He Zhun knew.
When he subconsciously picked up the dagger and held it across his body to defend himself, Leinster deliberately bumped into him. At such a fast speed, when he hit the blade, Leinster's entire neck seemed to be cut off.
"… "
The young man's eyelashes trembled, and the hot blood drops fell from them. He was covered in the man's blood, which was terribly hot. At this time, He Zhun heard Mandela's furious voice and the sound of the two men fighting fiercely after a brief pause and then continuing in an instant.
He closed his eyes.
He Zhun once thought that Leinster might die at his hands, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.
"That night... the person Chris was communicating with was you, right, Leinster?"
When Huo Xianfeng used the clone to kill the mechanical warrior, He Zhun discovered that Chris was the murderer who killed his family, and he always remembered that the other party made a call to someone when he left. He used drugs to stimulate Chris's memory and used the stigmata to see a familiar face in the man's mind.
He Zhun opened his eyes, stared at Leinsert's dying face, and spoke with difficulty.
"You were the first one... to find my father, and you were the one who delayed Zhou Jiuya's rescue that night, right?"
"ah… "
The man was unable to speak due to his cut throat, and he trembled and barely opened his lips.
—This look has confirmed He Zhun’s statement.
Yes, that's right.
If Chris hadn't been eager to show off in front of the Pope that day, he should have been the one to kill He Qichu's family. But since Chris got the mission to kill, he could only be the one to delay Zhou Jiuya.
At the moment before his death, Leinster recalled his life, but it seemed so vague. Only He Zhun in front of him was clear.
Only He Jun, who hated him, was clear.
When he first met He Zhun, it was like seeing himself who had pursued power at all costs. He knew that the other party had been plotting against him from the beginning, but he did not kill He Zhun. At first, Leinster just wanted to see how far this kid could go for revenge. When he came to his senses, He Zhun seemed to have completely invaded his life.
In the whole world, only He Zhun will wait for him and hug him.
Even though the other party was only after something else, to step on him to get information, benefits, or something else. But the short-lived and false warmth shown by He Zhun really made Leinster very fascinated. With the accumulation of companionship over time, the fake things became more and more real, as if at some moment they became real.
Living in hell, Leinster seemed to have finally discovered that there was something, someone, that could belong to him for a short period of time. Even if it was mixed with deception, interests, and hatred. But in fact, He Zhun never belonged to him. The other party hated him, hated him, and even wanted to kill him.
Leinster knew it all. He knew his ugly face and that he was just an executioner who sold his soul to the devil. He was one of the murderers who caused the death of He Zhun's family, so it was natural for him to be killed by the other party.
Just like Leinster felt that since he had gained power from the Cult of the God of Phantom, he should naturally sell his freedom and soul.
—It’s all a fair deal.
[Leinster, you will die at the hands of that brat one day.]
Yes, he will.
Leinster knew it long, long before Cecilia said that.
That woman's prophecy will come true, like now.
Leinster closed his eyes.
They predicted each other's end.
Leinster told He Zhun that anyone who betrayed the Phantom God Cult was destined to die at the hands of the Pope.
The latter then asked—
[Does this include you?]
Of course not.
Because Leinster must die at the hands of He Jun.
On the other side, after Jiang Ci confirmed that Leinsster was dead and no longer posed a threat, she immediately called back Cheng Yue and narrowly blocked Mandela's attack.
The weapons of both sides collided with each other, and immediately a deafening sound was heard!
The hook and the spear pressed tightly together, trembling and making a harsh cackle. At this moment, the head-on confrontation of pure strength made Mandela realize that he was actually tied with the opponent.
"hateful!"
Mandela's eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out of his forehead, he stared at Jiang Ci, gnashing his teeth.
"Just an omega..."
"Ah, yes, you were beaten by an omega,"
Jiang Ci smiled slightly. This expression did not look like that of the major general who had tried hard to keep a straight face. At one moment, it looked very similar to Huo Xianfeng.
"—this omega will kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his wrist violently and was about to strike vertically. Mandela immediately crossed his arms, ready to block. However, at this moment, the spear tip suddenly changed its angle, changing from a strike to a stab, piercing into the gap between the hooks and locking both hooks at the same time.
"Varied… ?!"
Mandela opened his eyes so wide in disbelief that his eyeballs seemed to pop out.
He had seen Jiang Ci take action in Mingcheng, and occasionally paid attention to Leinster's mission to Tiandong Star. But no matter what, the opponent's combat effectiveness was improving too fast.
They are completely different people.
In fact, Huo Xianfeng's two or three months of combat training for Jiang Ci was indeed very effective. However, the combat effectiveness that can be improved in such a short period of time is limited.
However, Jiang Ci thought of another way, because there were only a few enemies that he could not defeat but had to face.
Cecilia, Leinster, and Mandela.
When in Mingcheng, Jiang Ci began to carefully study the fighting methods and fighting habits of these three people. He collected a lot of relevant information and data from Huo Xianfeng and Zhou Jiuya, and used Xiao X to make the most professional analysis and battle mode prediction. Then he practiced silently thousands of times in the battle simulation of the virtual star network.
This was the stupid way he learned to fight in the military academy, and it was also the most effective and fastest way to defeat his opponent. Jiang Ci was not able to defeat many alphas at the beginning. In addition to his talent, he also put in a lot of effort. But it was not blind effort, but a little smarter effort.
Jiang Ci started preparing for this battle a long time ago, such as studying day and night how to enter the defensive barrier of the Holy White Tower, and practicing over and over again how to fight against those powerful enemies.
So now, he has the confidence to charge into the Holy White Tower alone.
At the moment when Mandela was stunned in disbelief, Jiang Ci instantly burst out with all his strength and rushed forward, directly shooting him backwards to the wall with a nail, making a shocking "bang" sound.
The claws were connected to the wrist bones. In the fast-changing battle, Mandela had no time to untie his weapon, so a huge force hit him. His two forearms made a head-scratching sound of bone cracking at the same time, and they were twisted into a knot.
“Ahh…”
Amid the man's screams, Jiang Ci turned and retreated, suddenly shouting,
"Cheng Yue!!!"
The silver gun instantly charged, and countless blue-purple arcs appeared around it. Mandela suddenly realized what he wanted to do, his eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately untied the weapon on his wrist and wanted to escape.
But it was too late. Ten thousand volts of electricity instantly poured down from the gun, covering the sky and earth like a thunderbolt. The smell of burnt flesh and blood instantly spread.
However, Huo Xianfeng told Jiang Ci that this blow was not enough to cause death.
So at the last moment after the lightning strike, Jiang Ci did not hesitate at all. He stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the gun, and swung it horizontally, cutting off Mandela's head with one shot.
boom-
The head, which was almost charred to the point of being unrecognizable as a human, was thrown high into the air and then fell to the ground.
The blood splattered all over the sky like a rainstorm.
A fierce battle came to an end.
Jiang Ci took a few quick breaths, his fingers trembling slightly from the excessive force. He closed his eyes, slowly let out a sigh of relief, and then looked back at He Zhun, who was sitting in the corner in a daze, still holding the same posture as when he killed Leinster with his sword.
"He Zhun?"
"… "
-no answer.
Jiang Ci's brows tightened, and he immediately stepped forward and threw Leinster's body away from He Zhun.
"Wake up, are you okay?"
"… Um."
He Zhun's eyelashes trembled slowly a few times. He looked at the body of Leinsert next to him, his face blank. It took him a long time to react.
"I... I figured it out..."
He seemed to want to stand up, but after trying several times, he found that he seemed to have no strength, so he could only sit on the ground.
But at this time He Zhun was still talking to Jiang Ci. Although his breathing was rapid, his logic was very clear.
"Inside... inside there is a recipe for making a drug that can suppress the stigmata, left by my father. Maybe it can prevent the infection of the parasitic disease. But there is no... there is no way to completely remove the stigmata."
Jiang Ci took a deep breath.
"It doesn't matter."
Just then, Jiang Ci heard chaotic footsteps coming from outside.
—There are too many believers in the Holy White Tower.
Jiang Ci's face darkened.
He had to go to the top floor, so he couldn't bring He Zhun with him. So he took the Forbidden Abyss and strode towards the door. The mechanical data cable stretched out from the ring and inserted into the mechanical lock behind the door.
The gate of the Discipline Hall is specially made. Except for the White Tower Mastermind, it cannot be opened by force. But with the Forbidden Abyss, it should be able to block it for a while.
"He Zhun, you hide here first."
Jiang Ci grabbed his hand tightly, just like He Zhun grabbed his hand many, many years ago.
"I'll come back to find you after I finish everything outside."
"… "
He Zhun looked at him in a daze, and suddenly felt that at this moment, the roles between them seemed to be swapped as in the kidnapping case.
"Um."
He tried to smile and was about to say something, but at this moment, He Zhun suddenly caught a glimpse of the medicine cabinet not far away. The Discipline Hall used for interrogation and punishment naturally had a lot of shameful drugs.
"... Ah Ci, wait for me for three minutes."
"?"
Jiang Ci was stunned.
Three minutes later, Jiang Ci climbed up the outer wall of the Discipline Hall and reached the top floor.
He finally reached the church at the top. He also saw the tall gate that Huo Xianfeng had described to him. There was not a single believer here, nor were there any soldiers chasing after him.
Jiang Ci walked towards the church gate step by step, leaving a trail of mottled bloody footprints on the snow-white ground.
It was very quiet all around, and no sound could be heard from inside the gate.
Jiang Ci slowly clenched the spear in his hand, then strode forward and pushed open the door with his blood-stained hands.
Wow!
The door suddenly opened.
Jiang Ci saw the broken statue, the incomplete throne, and the figure standing under the throne, a figure he was very familiar with.
Huo Xianfeng just stood there.
Jiang Ci looked at him for more than ten seconds, but the other party did not turn back, so at this time, Jiang Ci turned his gaze to the Pope standing on the broken throne.
The Pope's appearance was no longer as holy and perfect as it once was. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his left eye seemed to have been scratched by a sharp weapon, leaving a bloody mess. It was as if he had just been through a war.
But even so, the other party still showed a vicious smile as if he had succeeded.
"Ah... what a surprise."
He grinned.
"It seems like there's something wrong with the genetic theory. The child, who is clearly a B-level contaminated child, is actually better than the mother."
The voice was as clear and ethereal as ever, like divine music. But Jiang Ci felt that it was even harsher than the wailing of evil spirits. However, before Jiang Ci could speak, the Pope suddenly raised his hand slightly, and the next second, Huo Xianfeng, who had his back to Jiang Ci, finally turned around.
—There were bloody stigmata all over his face.
Jiang Ci didn't even have time to say a word to Huo Xianfeng before that familiar face approached her. An unprecedented sense of crisis came over her.
boom!
At the critical moment, he turned his head dangerously, and it was this slight dodge that allowed Jiang Ci to avoid Huo Xianfeng's attack. The latter's fist directly hit the door behind him, smashing it into countless debris.
Jiang Ci opened his eyes slightly wide, but he said nothing and just punched the other person hard in the face.
boom!
The punch was very heavy. Huo Xianfeng turned his head to the side abruptly, but there was no expression on his face. He was about to attack again in the next second.
"Huo Xianfeng, how dare you!"
Jiang Ci gnashed her teeth.
"If you don't wake up, I will take your eggs and marry someone else!!!"
Buzz!
Huo Xianfeng was startled.
The attack... stopped.
(End of this chapter)