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Chapter 1803 The Power of the Underworld (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
South Side Wilderness of Irons

A massive, jet-black mech streaked across the night sky.

A middle-aged man with a straight posture sat in the cockpit, looking at the screen inside. In the dim twilight, a hazy mist was slowly rising.

The fog covered such a vast area that even the high-powered telescopes on the mechs could only produce a hazy image.

The man stared at the scene, somewhat surprised, and said, "It's foggy outside, such a thick fog?"

"Scanning the composition of the outside air," a mechanical voice announced in the cockpit. "No clear composition of the fog has been found, but according to the camera scan, there are indeed luminous objects resembling fog in the surrounding area. Analysis suggests that this fog phenomenon may be constructed by some kind of supernatural force."

"Extraordinary power?" The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, looking at the fog on the screen. "Could you please disable the optical shield for me?"

click -

As he finished speaking, a structure resembling a metal door slowly opened, revealing a transparent lens glass behind it.

The middle-aged man looked up at the lens glass, his gaze passing through it to see the thick fog behind it.

The fog visible to the naked eye was much denser than what was displayed on the screen next to it.

"A supernatural phenomenon?" He looked at the thick fog with some confusion. "How strong must the supernatural power be, how terrifying must the ability be, to create such an effect with fog covering such a wide area?"

As he spoke, he suddenly realized that, as he looked, a faint mist was slowly spreading into the cockpit through the thick 'glass lens'.

"Alert! An unknown intrusion suspected to be a supernatural force has been detected."

A sudden burst of intense red light flashed in the cockpit.

Immediately afterwards, the metal door that had been open suddenly closed.

The fog that was spreading inwards suddenly stopped for a moment, but soon, before the middle-aged man could even breathe a sigh of relief, fine fog again passed through the metal door and spread into the cockpit.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man did not panic. Instead, he took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked towards the control panel. "How much longer until we reach the destination set by the team leader?"

"Based on the current route," the mechanical voice echoed in the driver's cab, "it's estimated to be another half hour."

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the screens around him.

The fog on the screen swirled and receded rapidly.

The massive mech was rapidly traversing the suddenly appearing foggy area.

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Irons

Thick fog covered the narrow streets between the buildings, and shimmering lights lit up the streets, illuminating intricate magic circles.

An old man leaning on a curved cane stood atop a small building in the very center of this radiant light, his gaze sweeping quickly across the shimmering magic arrays around him, as well as the surging mist that almost completely obscured the sky.

"The power of the underworld," he lowered his head, his gaze unfathomable, "The Church of Death?"

Around him, an invisible distortion had already formed around the shimmering magic circles.

These twists and turns, together with the surrounding black mist, resemble an invisible carving knife, cutting apart the space where these streets are located and the sense of space outside, constructing an invisible cage.

The dark mist writhed slightly, as if some invisible, twisted monster was writhing within it, trying to reach this place from another dimension.

The old man lowered his head and glanced at the building below him. The destroyed magic circle was still shimmering with a faint light.

The sacrifice here is not a real trap, but merely a bait to trigger the warning net and lure him into the trap.

He raised his head and looked around. The real sacrificial array was the array surrounding this area.

These magic arrays had been set up long ago and had not been triggered by the warning net. They had been quietly waiting here, waiting for the 'prey' to step into the trap.

Normally, the setup of such a powerful magic array carries a large amount of mystical power, and may even be accompanied by items with strong divine grace, making it impossible for it to escape the detection of the surveillance network.

Unless there is a member who is building a vigilant network to help the Church of Death cover up the deployment of these magic arrays.

The old man watched all this quietly, seeing the swirling, twisting mist ahead.

Deep within the mist, a faint, inverted mountain peak flashed by, seemingly a real mountain range, yet also a pattern formed by the mist by chance, which shattered in an instant.

But the old man below had already averted his gaze and was looking ahead.

Some enormous, terrifying creature was vaguely emerging from the dark mist.

That invisible barrier had long since completely separated the inside from the outside; looking up, one could hardly see anything outside the barrier.

Seeing this, the old man finally couldn't hold back any longer and took a deep breath, "Fool!"

He raised his head, stepped into the void, and walked toward the enormous silhouette emerging from the mist.

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Irons Abandoned Factory Ruins

He Ao raised his head and looked at the thick fog around him. In the depths of the fog, faint lights were appearing.

These radiant lights shone brightly, like sharp swords piercing through the fog, allowing even those far away to see them.

An invisible pressure was spreading from those rays of light, even isolating the surrounding mist.

He counted them; there were seven rays of light in total, and none of them felt like living angels.

Even now, no living angel has displayed power or pressure, which means that the angels of Aines have either left or are trapped.

Based on the fragmented information obtained from Des's memories, and considering the current situation, it is very likely that Boris is the only angel left in Ains.

Meanwhile, the Church of Death had clearly managed to temporarily trap Boris through some means.

He Ao raised his gaze and continued to scan the seven beams of light in the sky.

The seven rays of light do not mean that Ains only has seven angel-level items; it is also possible that some angel-level items have not shown such 'exaggerated' power.

However, regardless of the circumstances, these radiant lights, and even the angelic artifacts that may not have explicitly demonstrated their power, seem to have no intention of expanding their influence outwards.

Those angel-level items, if combined, could fully display their angel-level power and status, making it easy to disrupt the ritual early on.

But clearly, those powerful individuals and ancient families who possess angel-level items have no such intention.

"Are there any additional requirements for using your family's angel-level items?" Heo turned to look at Medara.

“I don’t know,” Medara shook her head and smiled wryly as she listened to the recording. “You overestimate me. As you know, my status in the family is not high, and I have no access to such high-level things.”

At this point, she raised her head and looked at the beams of light around her. "But from a mystical perspective, driving such a powerful supernatural object must come at a price, and that price is probably not low."

"Do you think the Ellison family will pay this price?" He asked in a low voice.

“If you ask me the truth,” Medara shook her head, gazing at the beams of light, “the family would never pay such a high price to activate the family’s angelic artifacts.”

“Even if this can save Irons?” Heo turned to look at her.

“I’m afraid we’re being a bit presumptuous,” Medara said with a wry smile. “Even if an evil god did initiate a sacrifice, sacrificing everyone in the city, as long as the family remains unaffected, they won’t care.”

She paused, then continued, "Aines will not be destroyed in this sacrifice. Only the ordinary people who were sacrificed will die. As long as this land still exists and their supernatural artifacts are still there, once all the people are gone, we can simply open up new immigration."

At this point, she seemed to remember something and sighed with a hint of laughter, "To the family, those of us who can 'die' at any time are not Aines, they are. So, they are 'saving' Aines right now."

He listened quietly to her narration, gazing at the radiance. "You ancient families seem to be worse than I knew before."

“Actually, you don’t need to be so careful about your wording,” Medara smiled, turning her gaze to Heo. “You can just use ‘disgusting.’ Many times, I find it disgusting myself.”

At this point, she bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and suddenly threw it at a distant beam of light, yelling, "Fuck your mother!!!"

The stone sliced ​​through the mist, flew only a short distance, and landed on the ground with a clattering sound.

The pitch-black fog surged, and all that answered her was silent stillness.

He Ao didn't speak, but simply raised his head and looked at the dark mist around him. The mist twisted and surged, as if it were connecting to some unknown world.

A faint purple glow enveloped his pupils as he gazed at the thick fog and said hoarsely, "Something is coming from the 'other side' of the fog."

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Dawn City

The sudden downpour was drowned out by the shouts of the crowd. Christos stood on the high platform, quietly watching the crowd below.

Once the shouts from the crowd subsided, he raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

Thump—thump—thump thump—

As he raised his hand, a slight sound rang out from below the podium.

At first, the faint sound was drowned out by the loud shouts, and no one paid any attention.

But soon, the sounds became more frequent and sharper.

The staff members who were guarding the black coffin were the first to notice something was wrong.

Because the thumping sound was coming from the coffin beside them.

They turned their heads and looked at the dark coffin beside them.

The coffin was trembling slightly, as if something was tapping on it from the inside.

Soon, the thumping sound became more frequent, even able to drown out the shouts in a small area.

The man in black behind also noticed this. He stared in disbelief at the black coffins, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How could this be?!"

dong dong dong-

At that moment, the coffin's movements intensified and became more synchronized, beginning to vibrate violently and strike the ground.

The combined vibrations created a loud sound, drawing the attention of more and more people.

The intense shouting gradually subsided, and the sound of the coffin became even more distinct.

Christos, standing on the podium, lowered his head, looked at the coffins on the ground, and frowned slightly. He raised his hand, preparing to signal the surrounding staff to carry the coffins down first.

At that moment, faint purple rays of light suddenly shot out from his podium.

He was slightly taken aback, looked down, and saw the source of the radiance.

This was the draft paper he had used when he was preparing his speech. It wasn't the paper in his office, but rather a few unused draft papers mixed in with the materials Sert had given him.

Below this draft paper were some materials that Sert had provided him, which he had casually picked up for reference.

At that moment, intense purple light burst forth from the manuscript, transforming into an invisible arm that reached out to grab him, to grab his soul.

The radiant arm was so fast that it shot out almost in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Victor, who was standing to the side, had just seen the glowing manuscript, but before he could react, the purple arm was already about to touch Christos's soul.

Behind the crowd, faint rays of light emanated from the enormous ancient statue.

At that very moment, beams of blue light suddenly emanated from Kristos's body, and accompanied by shouts from the surrounding crowd, they moved slightly backward, supporting Kristos's body and forcing him to retreat a small distance.

At that moment, Viktor rushed over in one stride.

The purple arm continued forward, reaching Christos in an instant and touching him.

At that moment, Christos had just grasped his pocket.

The intense power instantly enveloped Kristos's soul. At that moment, an orange radiance suddenly descended from the sky, reaching Kristos's body and separating it from the purple power.

Two forces instantly pulled at Christos's body, and Christos was frozen in place as if he had been immobilized.

At this moment, Victor and Sert, who was standing relatively close, also arrived at Christos's side.

"What happened?" Victor glanced at the manuscript paper on the table, which still retained some purple glow, and turned to look at Sert.

When Sert saw the papers, he was slightly taken aback and said somewhat blankly, "There's nothing wrong with those papers. I used them without any problems."

"Who gave you these papers?!" Victor stood in front of Christos and immediately demanded.

“It was an assistant I recruited during my investigation,” Sert realized something, turned his head and looked down at the stage. His gaze pierced through the rain and reached the back of the square, where a man stood in the crowd holding an umbrella. “Dest!”

boom--

At that moment, a black coffin in the square was suddenly opened.

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