newbobooks Chapter 464 Assassination Plan
Chapter 464 Assassination Plan
Chapter 464 Assassination Plan
Let's go back ten minutes.
Having escaped the chaos caused by the reverse timeline of information flow, and seeing the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, the old cultist immediately trembled as he got to his feet.
"Someone, tell me our current location!"
Behind him, a younger cultist slowly stood up. His brain had been completely transformed into a machine, and his face was covered by a bizarre mask.
The indicator light on the back of his head flashed slightly, and after a few seconds, the cultist immediately replied, "Priest, we are now at the Demon Surveillance Bureau Building on May 6th, 2025 in the Otherworldly Calendar!"
"The Demon Surveillance Bureau Building?" The old cultist, referred to as the High Priest, had a strange look in his eyes. Clearly, he had not yet recovered from the previous collision.
The image of that kick coming straight at him still echoed in his mind.
The terrifying scene was like a sharp sword piercing his heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Reaching out to steady himself on the table beside him, the old priest let out a deep breath, his face turning incredibly grim.
"Report the accurate situation; I need to know everything about this timeline."
As soon as he finished speaking, more and more believers around him gradually woke up from their unconsciousness. They struggled to get up from the ground and used their mechanically modified organs to explore their surroundings.
"High Priest, judging from the current situation, we should have been forcibly thrown into this timeline during the previous collision, but this is indeed one of our predetermined time anchor points."
"Very good!" The old priest clenched his fist. "Have you confirmed the identities and locations of those to be purified on the list?"
"According to the intelligence we obtained earlier, the Bureau of Demonic Supervision is currently under attack by a force called the Shadow Clan, and nearly half of the Purifiers on the list are currently in the building we are in."
"Then what are we waiting for? The time has come for the new era to emerge! Activate the antimatter bomb immediately!"
Hearing the old priest's words, the cultist who had initially responded looked troubled. "Your Excellency, the antimatter bombs and some other weapons were annihilated in the time turbulence just now..."
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"What did you say?!"
Upon hearing this, the old priest's expression immediately changed.
He knew very well what their mission was this time. By the God of Time and Space, the only way to bring about a new era was to completely sever the forces of resistance in this world from history.
But now, having finally reached the designated location, they discovered that their prepared weapons were missing. How could this not infuriate him?
However, after pausing for a moment, the old priest forced himself to calm down and gave the order in a cold tone.
"Immediately cut off all communication between this building and the outside world. I want to turn this building into an island in the storm!"
Also, immediately check the equipment at hand and find out what else we have as quickly as possible.
"yes!"
The believers responded in unison, and then immediately began their work mechanically, as if they had done this countless times before.
Seeing their actions, the old priest's expression softened slightly. Then he frowned, trembling as he touched his back, only to find his hands covered in blood—presumably from the earlier collision.
"As expected, this body should have been eliminated..." Although the injuries were not serious, the excruciating pain was real. The old priest muttered to himself, looking at the blood on his hands, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.
Just then, a young follower who was relatively close to him couldn't help but whisper, "Priest, is it really possible for us to defeat that armored fellow?"
"Are you questioning the holy gods?" The old priest's face darkened.
"No, I wouldn't dare," the cultist stammered, then whispered. "But that guy, after all, even the Goddess of Life..."
"I know what he did, but I also want you to know that the Holy Gods cannot die. He has only temporarily restricted the actions of the God of Life. Before long, the God of Life will be resurrected in the Holy City."
As he spoke, a faint red light flickered in the old priest's eyes. "And what we must do now is to utterly eliminate this enemy from its very origin. Have faith in His Highness the God of Time and Space, have faith in the coming of a new era!"
"I understand!" Upon hearing the old priest's words, the young believer's eyes immediately lit up with fervor.
At that moment, a bolt of dark blue lightning suddenly erupted from not far away.
The lightning bolt, once it appeared, instantly swept outwards, spreading out like a golden snake dancing wildly, flowing along the hidden lines in the building's walls, and spreading out in the blink of an eye.
"Priest, communications have been cut off!"
"Well done! How's the weapons tally going?" the old priest shouted excitedly.
The cultist who had spoken earlier said again, "High Priest, all the weapons we carried have been lost. Now, all we have left is the power bestowed upon us by the holy gods."
The old priest's face grew even more gloomy upon hearing this, but the killing intent he released did not diminish in the slightest.
He had considered the worst-case scenario for this trip, but he never expected it to be so unsuccessful. Without weapons, it would be difficult for them to inflict effective large-scale casualties in a short period of time.
After a moment of silence, the old priest slowly raised his head.
"In that case, let us prepare to dedicate ourselves to the arrival of the new era."
"For a new era!!"
One by one, the believers raised their arms and shouted, their eyes filled with an indescribable fanaticism, as if something had taken away their reason.
Meanwhile, Chang Lei and Xiao Hui were walking briskly down the corridor.
As he ran, Chang Lei glanced at Xiao Hui. "Are you sure that unusual energy started coming from this direction?"
"You may not believe in my combat power, but you cannot doubt my perception of energy. Although those guys themselves do not carry negative energy, spirit beasts are inherently very sensitive to all energy reactions."
Little Gray answered quickly, flapping its wings.
"I'm certain those guys are in the room at the very end up ahead!"
The room at the very end of the way?
Chang Lei looked up and frowned slightly.
As the deputy director of the Demon Supervision Bureau and one of the designers involved in the construction of the Demon Supervision Bureau building, Chang Lei is very familiar with every room and facility on every floor.
Therefore, he knew very well what the so-called room at the very end of the corridor represented.
After suddenly rounding a corner, Chang Lei and Xiao Hui saw the figure standing on the balcony at the end of the corridor.
"Tan...!"
Little Grey couldn't help but widen its eyes.
At this moment, he realized why the whole journey had seemed increasingly familiar. It turned out that the landing point of those guys from the wasteland was this place!
What's even more disgusting is that the doorway to the room where these people were located was right next to where Tan Zhixin was!
At this point in time, Tan Zhixin had absolutely no fighting ability. Let alone a group of cyborgs from the wasteland, even an ordinary person with a pistol could threaten her life.
At that very moment, the handle of the tightly closed door turned slightly.
Click!
The crisp sound of the door bolt being knocked rang out.
Standing on the balcony gazing at the distant battlefield, Tan Zhixin suddenly felt something and abruptly turned around.
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In the silent corridor.
Only the flickering hanging lamps were still emitting light.
Tan Zhixin frowned slightly, staring at the tightly closed door, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
In another identical corridor, a group of believers dressed in white suddenly rushed out of the room.
The dim, yellowish light hanging overhead seemed precarious, as if it might go out at any moment. The doors on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed, and darkness gathered in the corners, slowly writhing as if it were alive.
The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear only your own breathing, and the sound of metal scraping against metal was unusually loud in the deathly silence.
The magical girls and the Shadow Clan that were expected to appear have all vanished, and the Magic Bureau building is as quiet as a coffin buried deep underground.
The first group of believers who rushed out suddenly stopped, but by then it was too late.
Looking back, the followers behind him had vanished, and even the room he had come from had disappeared. All that remained in his sight was a solid wall.