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Chapter 1759 The Death Church's Scheme (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Who are you?" The figure took a half step back, cautiously looking at the old man with brown-gold eyes.

He Ao stared calmly at the figure, his expression serene, and asked slowly, "You're from the Church of Death? Were those three your subordinates? You had them monitoring the situation at the scene?"

He raised an eyebrow and asked slowly, "Did you tamper with the souls of those protesters?"

The best method of automation is purely manual monitoring.

In fact, He Ao himself did not expect that the Church of Death would operate in such a "craftsman-like" manner, with several people assigned to monitor the matter in real time. Even the movement of the remains of the protesters was directly handled by the three Death followers who were killed.

Behind these frontline followers of Death, there are members of a higher-level Death Church monitoring the entire incident.

Of course, looking at it another way, this matter requires so many people to carefully manage it, which may be very important.

“You ignorant old fool,” Hearing He Ao’s question, the figure simply took a step forward, a piece of bone flute fell into his hand, he bit the bone flute and blew out a whistling sound.

With this howl, one after another illusory spirits emerged from the void, carrying a terrifying aura as they rushed towards He Ao.

He Ao quietly observed these illusory spirits, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He raised his hand, and a surge of flames swept across the surrounding space in an instant, enveloping the illusory souls. In a very short time, those souls were burned away.

boom--

The pure white bone flute suddenly shattered, scattering into dissipating dust.

The shackles in the void shattered at this moment, and the rich power of the soul surged into He Ao's body.

He had already discovered this when dealing with the necromancer.

By freeing these enslaved souls from their shackles and burning these spirits, the 'Hell Manager's' soul and power can be replenished.

Commanding the skeletal knights and using flames to control the remains was quite taxing for Heo.

The figure holding the bone flute stared blankly at the scene, "How could this be?"

He Ao didn't give him time to reflect, but instead took a step forward and stood in front of him.

"Tell me, who sent you? Who is your superior? Where is he? What is your specific mission?" The white-haired old man lowered his head, his brown-gold eyes flashing with a cold light as he stared at the bewildered figure.

The figure stared down into those brown-gold eyes, as if being watched by a lion, and its entire body instinctively tensed.

But after hearing He Ao's question, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, as if stimulated by something, he regained some of his rationality, and his soul suddenly ignited. He reached out to grab He Ao, and in the process, his hand rapidly became illusory.

He wasn't grabbing at He's body, but at He's soul; he seemed to want to transfer the flames of his own burning soul to He's body.

But in the next instant, a hand covered in flames pressed against his cheek.

The next instant, an even more raging fire engulfed his body, burning away his soul, leaving only a crystalline bone bead lying on the ground.

He picked up the bone bead and fell into a brief silence.

This figure itself is also a C-level, with talent sequence 130: Mind Reader.

But the mind reader's own soul and memory were indeed blank; the crucial information seemed to have been scooped out with a knife, leaving only a void.

But he himself knew nothing about it.

He Ao noticed the man's empty memory the moment they met, but he still tried to ask some questions to see if the man could recall those empty memories on his own.

But clearly, he himself was unable to retrieve those memories; they seemed to have truly vanished from his soul.

He seemed to be under some kind of cognitive overlay; he knew what he was doing, but he didn't know why he was doing it or what he should do next.

Like a puppet held in someone's hand, existing only as a tool.

He put the bone bead back into his pocket and glanced at the ashes beneath him.

During this time, the believers and priests of the Church of Death that he encountered all gave him a sense of déjà vu. These followers of Death, or rather, the being who assigned tasks to these followers, seemed to be deliberately guarding against the reading of their subordinates' memories.

All relevant information was deliberately and absolutely erased from memory.

This erasure was even more thorough than the erasures that He had encountered before, which were carried out to prevent mind reading.

It's as if someone behind the scenes knows that the memories of these subordinates can be read.

He Ao slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the still-shaken crowd below the hillside.

In the operation just now, if He Ao hadn't appeared, it would have been the remains of those controlled protesters who attacked ordinary people, and the attack was broadcast live.

He Ao had read the mercenary captain's thoughts. He seemed to have received some kind of order, saying that these marchers were followers of 'Death,' and 'K' was essentially an incarnation of Death.

The mercenary captain needs to spread this 'idea'.

Judging from this situation, it seems that this was a deliberate act by the Church of Death.

They seem to be trying to blur the lines between the copy worlds 'K' and 'Death'.

But why would Death suddenly appear and transfer the knowledge of 'K' onto Him?
Did this deity personally intervene, or was it merely an agreement reached between the Church of Death and the corporation?
But if it's just the church's actions, wouldn't such actions be considered blasphemous?

grim Reaper···
If he remembers correctly, the Grim Reaper's power attribute is also purple.

She shares the same attribute as the eldest sister and Hypermemory.

It's unlikely that we'll be able to obtain much more information from the Church of Death.

He Ao snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at the towering buildings in front of him.

Perhaps we can think of other ways to solve this.

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Vicarrockville Energy Group Building - CEO Office

"So, you mean the dead came back to life, but instead of attacking civilians, they attacked the Grim Reaper followers hiding among them?" A tall, dignified middle-aged man sat in a chair, looking at the young man in the holographic projection before him, and asked slowly, "They even went back and wiped out our mercenary squad."

“That’s how it is right now,” the young man said, his eyes also showing some doubt. “This doesn’t match what was described in the email from headquarters.”

He looked up at the middle-aged man. "So, do you have any news from headquarters? What did they say?"

"Headquarters hasn't given a reply yet," the middle-aged man shook his head. "Headquarters is keeping this matter very secret; they've only issued orders, without explaining the specific details."

He looked at the young man on the projection screen. "So how did the live stream go? Does the whole Federation know about this?"

“The live stream at the time was small-scale and delayed,” the young man said slowly. “I immediately cut off the live stream after the problem occurred. I have already distributed the first half of the live stream clips. Judging from the content, it is clear that these 'K' followers are attacking civilians and other protesters.”

“This is your news department’s business,” the middle-aged man leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. “Our place is so shabby and small, and headquarters is suddenly giving us all this stuff.”

“We’re too close to Dawn City,” the young man said slowly. “Didn’t the group’s mercenary group arrive outside the city today? Christos hasn’t backed down yet, so a war between the group and Dawn City may be inevitable.”

“This is not something we can decide,” the middle-aged man’s face instantly turned cold. “Just do your job.”

“Okay,” the young man paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something, picked up the phone next to him, and said quickly, "There has been an attack by Death God cultists in the city. Please tell the mayor that we need to send the group's mercenary group into the city to protect the group's interests."

He paused slightly at this point, then continued, "Also, Qunxing Pharmaceuticals is sending in a batch of extraordinary medical supplies. They should be outside the city by now. Contact the municipal government and ask them to give us the green light to let them pass."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, turned around, and looked in front of him.

But the young man in the holographic projection had disappeared, clearly having hung up the phone.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Was that your son just now?" came an old voice from behind.

“Yes,” the middle-aged man sighed, “When I was still with the company, naturally no one bothered him. But the day I’m gone, with his personality, he’s likely to cause trouble. He might offend someone without even knowing who. Those of us who do this job may look glamorous now, but who can guarantee we won’t be fired one day? Maybe we’ll end up sleeping on the streets.”

"It seems the group doesn't treat you very well," the aged voice asked slowly.

"Comparatively speaking, it's not bad, but without shares, I'm still just an employee. The prosthetic body and the house were bought on installments by the group. If I lose my job and can't repay the loans, all these seemingly glamorous things will disappear in an instant."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Essentially, we're no different from those who sleep on the streets."

At this point, he paused slightly, then suddenly turned around to look behind him. "Who's speaking?"

All he could see was an empty office, nothing at all.

He immediately looked up and glanced to his side. In the corner of the wall, a red light was flashing—it was the surveillance camera in his office.

He pulled up the live surveillance video and saw an old man standing behind him with his back to the monitor, quietly watching him.

He turned around and looked behind him again, but there seemed to be nothing there.

He looked back at the surveillance camera, where the old man slowly turned his head, revealing a blurry face.

The old man looked at the camera, his gaze seemingly piercing through the glass screen, meeting the middle-aged man's eyes.

The middle-aged man was startled.

The surveillance video flickered the next moment, as if it had encountered some kind of interference. When the video returned to normal, the old man standing behind him had disappeared.

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Standing at the foot of the building, He Ao looked up at it and assessed his own condition.

The surveillance video he just watched wasn't actually manipulated by him; it was a fabricated scene created by Eve hacking into the surveillance system. He had already left while the middle-aged man was reviewing the footage.

The reason for doing so is quite simple: after using the power of hypermemory to create a series of unpredictable situations, Heo suddenly discovered that his control over the Hell Manager had increased.

Hawke originally thought he had a deep enough grasp of Hell Manager, but Heo discovered that the abilities of this talent sequence had not yet been fully developed.

So he was trying to verify his guess, and so far, it seems that his guess is correct.

'Terror' may be a core element of mastering Hell Manager.

Gathering his thoughts and sensing the changes in the talent sequence within his body, He Ao turned his gaze to the north.

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Vicart City, South District
He Ao raised his head and looked at the small building in front of him.

He raised his wristband and checked its location.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, and its light shone on the small building, reflecting shimmering colors.

This is the rest stop of the leader of the first mercenary group of Rockwell Energy Group. When the mercenary group is stationed outside the city controlled by the group, the leader usually goes into the city to rest unless there is an emergency mission.

The mercenaries can also take turns going into the city to rest and spend money.

This isn't exactly a humane rule. Mercenaries of conglomerates are always risking their lives for money, and once they earn money, they naturally want to spend it. If they're near a city and aren't allowed to go in and have fun, there's a possibility of desertion or even a mutiny.

Moreover, when they spend money in cities controlled by conglomerates, the money usually flows back into the conglomerates' pockets, which is a good thing for the conglomerates, hence this rule.

He glanced at the high wall in the distance. This place was near the north gate of Vicart, far from the wealthy area.

He came straight here after leaving the Rockwell Energy Group building, which still took him quite a while.

He turned his gaze to the north side of the small building.

A subtle tremor, accompanied by the roar of vehicles, echoed in his ears. At that moment, a dense mass of equipment was passing by the side streets, being transported into the city.

It must be said that the city government's efficiency is astonishing. They were still on the phone in the morning, and by the afternoon the mercenary group had already entered the city.

This city is likely already deeply controlled by Rockwell Energy Group.

Under normal circumstances, the city government would not be so willing to let mercenary groups into the city.

Shaking his head, He Ao withdrew his gaze and walked towards the small building in front of him.

Two guards, carrying scanning equipment, stood at the entrance of the small building, staring straight ahead.

As He Ao walked by, the scanning device beeped loudly, but the guards seemed not to hear anything, still staring ahead as if everything was as quiet as usual.

click -

He Ao raised his hand and turned off the noisy scanning device.

As the alarm suddenly stopped, he walked deeper into the small building.