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Chapter 1806 The Gates of the Underworld (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chenxi City, South Gate

The sudden burst of light trembled against the towering city walls, making the heavy city gates hum.

In the dim darkness of the night, one after another, enormous machines suspended in the air, under the cover of fighter jets and drones, attempted to slowly approach the city gate.

Veslo looked up at the scene outside the city displayed on the monitor, and the dense clusters of lights flashing on the radar, and said in a hoarse voice, "Use the reduced-frequency missiles, fire with the automatic anti-aircraft guns first."

He glanced at the dense array of lights on the radar screen. "The ones coming out ahead are all low-value drones. Those aerospace behemoths look like they're moving, but they're not really moving much. They want to deplete our air defense missiles first, so we don't fall into the enemy's trap."

"Yes!" The young officer beside him nodded and immediately turned to walk towards the communications area.

“General,” a middle-aged officer from the other side also walked over at that moment.

Veslo turned to the middle-aged officer and asked, "How's the situation at Radiant Palace?"

“Mr. Christos is still not responding,” the middle-aged officer said quickly. “The live stream was also interrupted just now. The situation over there seems to be very bad; some cultists have infiltrated the ritual.”

At this point, he sighed, "I told you this ceremony shouldn't be held."

“It’s all hindsight now,” Veslo said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He glanced at the screen, handed one to the middle-aged officer, and lit one for himself.

The middle-aged officer handed him a windproof lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Veslow took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Military matters are our business, and politics are their business. Since they have such plans, they must have their reasons. They will not refrain from doing it just because it is risky."

"Should we send troops back to see if we can rescue Christos and the others?" The middle-aged officer glanced at the screen in front of him and said in a low voice, "But if we withdraw the troops, the conglomerate might be able to break through the defenses."

“No need,” Veslo sighed slightly. “Christos gave me a strict order before tonight began, instructing me not to call back the city defense forces to reinforce the city under any circumstances, and to prioritize the defense of the city above all else.”

The entire command center fell silent.

“If Mr. Christos,” the middle-aged officer paused slightly, “dies tonight…”

“That’s their business. They’re politicians, so they have their own methods of succession. Our orders are,” Veslo raised his head and looked at the screen in front of him, “Never surrender.”

"Report!" Just then, a young soldier walked over.

"What's going on?" Veslo looked at him.

"According to the weather monitoring, it seems there's fog around here," the soldier said quickly.

"It's foggy?!" Veslo was slightly taken aback.

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Dawn City · Radiant Palace
A roaring helicopter streaked across the sky and stood in the square. In the dim night, a glowing head burst out of the helicopter, carrying two Gauss sniper rifles, and descended from the sky, firing wildly at Dester below.

However, the bullets that landed on Dester were like bullets hitting steel; they quickly deflated and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Dester looked at the bald head that had fallen from the sky and gently pulled it back.

A burst of light suddenly rose from the void, carrying immense power, sweeping the bald man away and crashing him into the crowd on the ground.

Just then, Dester suddenly realized something and immediately turned around.

Behind him, a beautiful blonde woman had already landed beside Christos.

Her gaze swept over Christos's hand, which was pressed against his pocket, and she reached directly into Christos's pocket.

“Selena?” Seth recognized the blonde woman who had just arrived.

A purple-orange light instantly spread across her body, extending the battle into the past. Her body suddenly stiffened, her pupils lost their luster, and her entire body began to crackle with electricity.

However, her body still followed the original 'instructions' and took out the jade green leaf from Christos' pocket.

In a flash of lightning, she suddenly exerted force and crushed the green leaf.

boom--

A surge of power erupted from the green leaves in an instant, and after a brief pause, it crashed directly into the purple radiance.

boom--

The loud roar blasted the people on the stage away.

The staff who came up to protect Sert rolled over and landed on the ground. Selena's body, which was leaking electricity everywhere, also flew backward, then adjusted its position in mid-air and slowly landed on the ground next to her, helping the bald man up.

Christos, dressed in a silver suit, also flew forward at that moment and rolled to the front of the square.

He staggered to his feet, looked up at Dester, raised his hand, and said without hesitation, "You're lying!"

His voice, without the amplification of a microphone, wasn't loud, but it was like a gentle breeze blowing through the night, reaching everyone's ears.

The crowd, which had been hesitant and questioning, erupted into noise once again.

At that moment, Dester simply raised his hand, and the purple light gathered in his hand once more.

This time, however, before the light in his hand could fully gather, a surge of orange light burst forth from the statue and flew toward Dester. The purple light surrounding him was instantly pierced, and the orange light crashed into him.

Dester's entire body flew backward instantly, streaking across the sky before crashing into the square.

“Elenska!” Dester looked up at the statue that was still gathering orange light, his brows furrowing slightly. “Just how much power do you still have hidden here?”

He raised his hand, and a phantom badge appeared in his palm. Then, in the next instant, the phantom badge vaguely took on a distorted physical form.

A surge of purple light erupted from the badge in his palm, carrying his body directly into the air.

The orange light struck his body again, but this time, it did not shake him in the slightest.

“Just a dead angel,” he said, holding the illusory badge in his hand. His gaze swept down over Christos, Sert, Selena, and the others below, then he looked up over the noisy crowd around him. “Even if he had more power left, he couldn’t hurt me in the slightest.”

He clasped his hands together, holding the badge in his hands. In an instant, a surge of radiance erupted from his palms, bursting forth with twisted and dazzling rays of light. These rays converged and flowed into his body.

His face grew even more manic at this moment. He lowered his head, looked down at the crowd below, and curled his lips upward, as if he were immersed in some extremely pleasant environment, and his whole body was floating on air.

But his body curled up again, as if he were being tormented by some kind of intense pain, causing all his nerves and muscles to contract and tense at that moment.

A terrifying and distorted pressure spread out at this moment, carrying a suffocating feeling, rushing in all directions.

"The great Grim Reaper is the god you worship, yet you so despise your god, refusing even to acknowledge His name and identity,"

He spread his arms wide, filled with a kind of frenzied hatred and resentment. Twisted flesh throbbed and contracted beneath his body, like twisted souls tearing at him, trying to burst out of his body.

“You’re lying,” Selena said, lifting her head as she looked up at the figure in the sky while supporting her bald boss. “I’m not a follower of K, but I can sense that ‘K’ has absolutely nothing to do with your so-called Grim Reaper. What He does has nothing in common with the despicable methods you’re using now.”

“Foolish! How could we mortals possibly comprehend the myriad transformations of the gods?” Dester glared at Selena with a twisted face, then looked down at the clamoring crowd below.

It's unclear whether it was because of Christos's words or because he was frightened by Dester's appearance.

The crowd had already begun to retreat rapidly and try to leave the square, while some staff members who were still conscious were quickly organizing the evacuation.

"And you too!" Dester glared angrily at the departing crowd. "You foolish sheep, you don't even know what you believe in! Your stupidity is so great that it angers the gods!"

However, before he could finish speaking, an electronic cigarette lighter streaked across the sky and hurtled towards him.

"None of your business!" A young man looked up at Dester. "What right do you, monster, have to talk nonsense about 'K'? Go worship your evil god, you monster!"

"Get out! Get out of Dawn City! Take your evil god with you and get out!" Some people in the crowd seemed to have been led astray, turning around and shouting loudly at Dester.

"Monster!!! Monster?!" Dester looked up, and his body, which had been curled up in the sky and was constantly twisting, began to struggle violently.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" Christos coughed up blood and shouted, "Everyone, evacuate in an orderly manner! Evacuate in an orderly manner! Cough—"

"Evacuate? Where are you going?!"

However, before Christos could finish speaking, Dester in the sky laughed hoarsely. He raised his hand, and twisted flesh surged beneath him. A surge of purple light instantly wrapped around his body and then rapidly gathered behind him.

He raised his head and looked at the statue, still enveloped in purple light, which was attacking him, and opened his arms.

A surge of purple light, like a flowing lake or ocean, erupted and gathered behind his body, instantly forming a huge and wide gate of light.

The magnificent gates were so vast that even the colossal statues standing in the square appeared small before them, their extraordinary presence only highlighted by a faint orange glow.

The moment the door was formed, a thick fog began to form in all directions.

“But our Lord is merciful and gracious, and now He will give all of you the opportunity to have eternal life.”

As he spoke in a hoarse voice, the surging fog began to densely cover the sky in all directions.

The previously noisy crowd was instantly enveloped by the fog.

At the very heart of this mist, the enormous gate constructed of radiance was rapidly solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The purple glow slowly faded, turning into a deep purple, like a door constructed of stone.

An ancient and weathered feeling slowly emerged from the doorway, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Ancient runes and traces of antiquity slowly emerged on the door, accompanied by a purple glow.

“What is that…?” Christos looked up at the huge door in the mist and frowned slightly.

"The Gates of the Underworld." A voice appeared behind him.

He turned his head and saw blonde Selena helping bald Smith walk over.

“I’ve seen this door before in my family’s books,” Selena said, looking up at the enormous door in the sky. “But what I saw then was a door that looked like a simple line drawing, with a lot of mystical symbols omitted. This is the first time I’ve seen what the door really looks like.”

"The Gates of the Underworld, where do they lead? The legendary Underworld?" Christos asked in a low voice.

“Not entirely,” Selena shook her head slightly. “According to the book I saw, the Gates of the Underworld do indeed lead to the Underworld, but not from reality to the Underworld; rather, they bring the Underworld into reality.”

She turned to Christos and whispered, "'When the gates of the dead open from the mist, the realm of the departed will appear on earth, and all beings will prostrate themselves at the feet of the lord of the underworld, thus gaining immortal life.'"

As she chanted, the surrounding mist seemed to surge and move, as if responding to some kind of hymn.

“Immortal life,” Christos looked at the surrounding mist, “or has it become an undead directly?”

“There’s no explanation in that book, only this hymn,” Selena shook her head, “but I guess that’s the gist of it.”

"So, the underworld is descending upon reality, everything around us will be covered by the underworld, and everyone will die and become ghosts of the underworld?" Christos looked up at the huge doorway. "This is not 'good news'."

"Is the legion commander not in the city right now?" Smith asked in a low voice.

“He’s not here,” Christos shook his head and sighed. “The conglomerate managed to lure him away, otherwise none of this would have happened.”

The entire fog grew even more silent.

“Dest has been following me for at least a few months,” Sert’s figure limped out of the mist, “and he’s been in contact with me for many years.”

He looked up at the huge, distorted figure in the sky. "I never doubted him."

“This is not your problem,” Christos shook his head, and he also looked up at Dester in the sky. “The Church of Death seems to have been preparing for this day for far too long, with the corporation and even the corporation’s angels cooperating with them.”

"Will the city garrison return?" Smith asked.

“No,” Christos shook his head. “The conglomerate is already besieging the city.”

"Look, what's that?" At that moment, Selena suddenly looked up at the sky.

Above the mist, a faint reflection appeared.