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church.

Headless corpses lay in pools of blood. The cuts on their necks were smooth and neat, as if their heads had been plucked out of thin air...

Many slightly embarrassed fire usurpers walked hurriedly among the ruins, carrying away the corpses one by one and recording them.

"Except for the four people who carried the memories of the Judgment Agent, all the others in the dungeon died... Not a single one was left alive."

"After all, it was the king himself who took action. Killing these guys is as easy as crushing a few ants."

"Oh, by the way, the knight who was carrying Hongxiu's memory also escaped during the chaos. Should we send someone to search for him?"

Huang He, who was wearing a straw hat, hesitated for a moment, "... Forget it. We, the Fire Usurpers, suffered heavy losses in this riot, and we don't have enough manpower... and now that the Silver King is back to take charge, no one can make any waves."

After saying that, Huang He looked in the direction of the church.

The church had been badly damaged in the recent turmoil, and the originally luxurious corridor was riddled with holes. Fortunately, the rooms and confessionals inside were not badly damaged, but the exterior facade looked as mottled as a ruin.

Huang He was about to say something when a figure appeared out of nowhere, wearing an English coat, stepped over the pool of scarlet blood and walked slowly towards him.

"……king."

Huang He and Lan Yu bowed their heads respectfully at the same time, and the surrounding fire usurpers retreated to the sides, not daring to say a word.

Behind the Silver King, a man in a bright red robe was also walking slowly forward. His limbs seemed to be controlled by someone, and his every move exuded an eerie aura.

When the red color appeared, everyone's eyes focused on him. Huang He and the others stared at the culprit who almost overturned the Wuji Realm, wishing they could tear him into pieces...

But Chen Ling didn't care about everyone's gaze. She looked ahead with a pair of emotionless eyes, as if she just ignored everyone else.

"You two, come with me."

The Silver King glanced at Huang and Lan Yu and spoke lightly.

The two did not dare to delay at all and immediately followed the Silver King and Chen Ling into the depths of the church.

They walked through the shattered luxurious corridor and entered an office. As the Silver King waved his hand lightly, the desk disappeared out of thin air, and a body that had been compressed and hidden under the desk was exposed to the air.

It’s Chi Tong.

Huang He and Lan Yu's eyelids jumped when they saw Chi Tong's body. They looked at Chen Ling's back at the same time with strange expressions...

The Silver King stared at Chi Tong's body for a moment without saying anything.

He walked straight past the naked body and came to a cabinet. He grabbed something in the void and documents related to the manufacture of dirty bombs appeared in his palm.

The only two remaining thieves stood behind him obediently, waiting for the time to pass...

I do not know how long it has been,

The Silver King finally spoke with a hint of regret:

"In such a short time, they have achieved 90% of their goal... Chi Tong did a great job."

"Chi Tong is indeed diligent. During the time you were away, he allocated all production capacity very well and often worked overtime until late at night." Huang He secretly glanced at Chen Ling out of the corner of his eye and sighed.

No matter what the relationship between the previous Thieves was, now that Chi Tong is dead and has been highly praised by the Silver King, the two Thieves will naturally follow the topic and express their regret over Chi Tong's death.

The culprit who killed Chi Tong stood there calmly, as if he had not done anything.

The Silver King spoke again:

"There is still 10% left. Let all factories speed up and complete production within three days."

"Three days?" Huang He was stunned and spoke hesitantly, "Wang... isn't three days too short? In order to increase production capacity, Chi Tong had already allocated all workers' time to the limit. It can't be faster..."

The Silver King narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Huang He, who immediately lowered his head and stopped speaking.

"Only three days."

The Silver King repeated it again.

This time, Huang He did not dare to raise any objection and nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Wang, what should we do with him?" Lan Yu pointed at Chen Ling and asked.

As the source of the unrest in the Wuji Realm, the culprit who played everyone around, the murderer of Chi Tong... everyone is waiting to see how the Silver King will deal with Chen Ling.

The Silver King slowly turned around in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. His slightly curly black hair looked as cold and cunning as a snake in the dim light.

"Next, in the name of Wuji Base, send a message to all other realms..."

"Send a message to the realm?" Huang He and Lan Yu were both stunned.

It is true that information can be transmitted between the various realms through some means, but ever since the Silver King took control of the Wuji Realm, he has cut off the communication system and train tracks here, making the Wuji Realm an isolated island independent of all the realms.

But now, the Silver King actually intends to restore communications and take the initiative to transmit messages to all other realms?

“…What do you want to convey?”

"Since the Great Cataclysm, humans have been barely surviving under the impact of the disaster. Several realms have been reduced to ruins. It's time to fight back..." The Silver King spoke slowly.

"The Wuji Realm will take the lead in attacking. We will... execute the World-Destroying Fusion Master Chen Ling in public in three days."

After hearing the last sentence, Huang He and Lan Yu both showed surprise on their faces!

"You want to... execute him?"

"Correct."

"But if we kill him, won't the disaster come out?"

The Silver King smiled slightly, "Then you don't have to worry about it... Just do as I say and pass on the message."

Huang He and Lan Yu looked at each other. Although they couldn't figure out what the Silver King was thinking, they still nodded...

After the two left, the Silver King turned his gaze to Chen Ling again.

He raised his fingertips slightly, and the two figures instantly disappeared from the spot. When they reappeared, they had already arrived in the dim confessional...

Before Chen Ling could come to his senses, he was slapped away by an invisible hand and nailed to the huge cross!

This cross stands in the center of the confessional, with a huge glazed floor-to-ceiling window behind it. The dim setting sun shines through the haze and the window, covering the bright red robe, as red as blood.

The Silver King put his hands in his pockets and stood calmly under the cross, his deep blue eyes emitting a mysterious glow:

"How does it feel...knowing that you're going to die soon?"

Under the demigod's power, Chen Ling's limbs were restrained, and he could not use any strength. He was like a criminal who was about to be executed on the stake, with his head lowered, and his eyes were calmer than ever under his messy black hair.

He slowly raised his drooping eyelids and looked down at the Silver King. After an unknown amount of time, he spoke lightly:

"……I am looking forward."