Near the capital of
Clusters of condensed crimson fireballs, led by a flame spear, sailed across the area covered with corpses, weapons, blood, and gunpowder smoke, landing on a zone with simple fortifications, creating a series of explosions in a chain.
Watching the smoke rise and flames spread, Anderson brushed the dust off his hands and turned to his adjutant with a smile: "I wonder how much longer we can hold on... Do you have any words you want to leave behind? I can help write suicide notes."
He was satisfied to see the angry looks on the surrounding "soldiers"' faces, their thoughts completely unanimous.
But the "soldiers" didn't act; their eyes gradually cooled and shifted elsewhere.
"No response to my provocation," Anderson raised an eyebrow. "That means you're planning a conspiracy."
Before his adjutant and the "soldiers" could respond, the Hunter grinned and continued: "You're intending to surrender, right? To protect your loved ones and friends?"
Seeing the stares turn to him, Anderson clicked his tongue and shook his head: "You haven't been Beyonders for long. It's only thanks to the outbreak of war that you can harvest main ingredients for potions from enemies, allowing you to become 'Hunters', 'Provokers', 'Pyromaniacs', but when it comes to conspiracy, you're still too green.
"I'm curious: why aren't you trying to persuade me to surrender as well? I don't think I've shown myself to be that resolute, and I'm not a believer of the
Saying that, Anderson gave his adjutant a thoughtful look: "Are the high-ups opposite so infuriated by me that they've ordered not to accept my surrender?"
The adjutant was silent for a few seconds before saying: "Since you already know, why ask?"
Instantly, the nearby soldiers raised their right hands, palms facing Anderson, displaying a high degree of coordination.
"If I didn't ask, how could I be sure everyone was thinking the same?" Anderson said with a smile, not panicked at all.
He touched his stomach with his left hand and put his right hand into his pocket, fumbling for something.
At that moment, the sun high in the sky suddenly expanded, becoming enormous. Its blazing golden light blinded Anderson and the others, making it impossible to open their eyes or concentrate.
Then, an illusory tower emerged. Each floor was composed of thick books, and each book bore a coppery eye. The higher the floor, the darker it was, the more it emanated madness, destruction, ominousness, and catastrophe.
The tower extended into the sky, as though enclosing the entire world within itself, including the massive sun.
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In
All the vampires in this metropolis gathered here, preparing for the results of the coming war.
Suddenly, his spirituality was stirred, and he cast his gaze outside.
In the garden, clusters of withered weeds turned green again, growing quickly, soon reaching the height of a man.
Elsewhere in the city, some roadside trees that had been unaffected by the earlier bombing crazily absorbed nutrients from an unknown source, shooting up section by section, soon reaching dozens of meters high with thick branches and umbrella-like leaves.
These giant trees connected with each other, partially obscuring Backlund's sky.
Many buildings were crushed or entangled by branches and vines, as if they had been abandoned for decades or centuries.
In just seven or eight seconds, large parts of Backlund had become a primeval forest.
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After crossing the open door and entering the gloom inside the
They showed no signs of abnormality for now, and the corresponding "Spirit Body Threads" showed no signs of corruption.
After confirming this, Klein looked around and examined the environment.
Here, the gloom was thick as substance, hiding everything beyond five meters. The floor was made of gray stone bricks solid with a dusk-like hue, revealing no special supernatural aspects.
After thinking, Klein, with a slight smile, reached into the void and grabbed, trying to summon an Angel within this space.
The next second, he burst into laughter because he had lost the clear connection between himself and the fog of history.
That was the reason the historical projections he had summoned earlier had lost contact after entering this area.
Laughing, Klein abruptly turned and walked toward the entrance he had come from.
"The World, Mr. Sparrow, what are you going to do?" Derrick, who was also examining what restrictions had been placed on him, asked in slight surprise.
"Now is not the right time to explore here. I intend to come back later."
"Are you planning to summon a Sequence 4 historical projection and see if it becomes corrupted and betrays you when brought in?"