sovbooks Chapter 77 3 for silver! Coming soon!
Chapter 77 3 for silver! Coming soon!
Chapter 77 Three Million for Silver! Coming Soon!
Roman Nakoss stood on the steps of Temple Square.
The ground beneath his feet was crimson.
A great deal of crimson flowed from all parts of the square, flowing along the cracks in the stones and accumulating into dark red puddles in the low-lying areas.
The air smelled of gunpowder, metal, and the sweet, burnt smell of protein.
He raised his head.
A figure stood atop the temple spire.
She was naked, her skin dazzlingly white in the midday sun.
"What are you doing!"
"What have you done?!"
Roman shouted.
His voice was so hoarse that even he couldn't recognize it.
The person on the spire did not react.
Roman continued to look at the square.
He saw a pilgrim standing on the shoulder of the statue of the Virgin Mary, holding a rifle.
The gun barrel was red-hot and emitting blue smoke.
The cultist's right palm was pressed tightly against the gun barrel, his skin sizzling and melting under the high temperature, sticking to the metal.
But he didn't let go, holding the gun and firing at the crowd below.
The bullets missed their mark, and the firing pin made a series of clicking sounds as it fired without hitting the target.
He threw away his gun, drew a pistol from his waist, and continued firing.
A female believer wearing an apron ran past him.
She was hit in the left shoulder by a bullet, her body swayed, but she didn't stop and continued running towards a group of men on the other side of the square.
The group of men saw her too.
They did not hide.
They went to meet them.
The female believer threw herself into the arms of the man at the front.
The man hugged her, and with his other hand he tore off her apron and clothes.
Others gathered around.
The gunfire continued.
A stray bullet struck the man in the back.
He thrust his body forward, without stopping.
The second bullet pierced the female follower's abdomen.
She tilted her head back and let out a short cry.
They fell to the ground.
The others stepped up.
The bullets pierced their bodies, struck the stone slabs, and splattered gravel and blood.
No one stopped.
Even after everyone stopped breathing, their bodies remained in an overlapping position.
Roman looked away.
He saw an ascetic slit his own throat with a knife, blood gushing out, a smile on his face, and fall straight backward.
He saw two followers of the wolf totem tearing at each other, biting from shoulder to neck, until one of them had his trachea bitten off, making a hissing sound as if air was leaking out.
He saw a group of people who had been locked in the mine rushing out from the edge of the square.
They were injured, some even had missing limbs, but they didn't stop.
They pounced on anyone who was still able to move and dressed in church attire, with their teeth, their fingernails, and stones they could find.
The gunfire gradually subsided.
It's not a ceasefire, it's that we've run out of bullets.
Movement in the square slowed down. Not because reason had returned, but because fewer and fewer bodies were capable of moving.
Roman stood on the steps.
Bullets flew past him, stray bullets grazed his robe.
He didn't dodge, nor was he hit by a bullet.
It was as if an invisible membrane separated him from all of this.
He felt fear.
But more than anything, it's a cold, desperate sense of bewilderment.
Why?
Why wasn't he affected?
Why is he standing here, watching all this, as if he's watching a play that has nothing to do with him?
A sound came from the spire.
It was laughter.
A short, gasp of laughter, then turning into a drawn-out, pleasurable moan: "Oh, doggy, oh~"
Lucien Alden stands on the edge of the spire.
He had one foot on the tile and the other foot dangling in the air.
Leaning back with arms outstretched, as if to embrace the entire sky.
His face was twitching.
It's not pain, it's overload.
A variety of emotions—ecstasy, sadness, anger, regret, despair—rushed into his consciousness like a tidal wave, each one so intense that it could tear apart the rationality of an ordinary person.
He was trembling.
All the muscles in my body were spasming uncontrollably, and my skin was flushed abnormally.
But he was still smiling.
"As expected—this is it—"
The voice trailed off, "This is the real way to play—"
Lucien felt his soul being stretched into an abstract, elongated shape, directly connecting him to the Lord's divine kingdom.
A massive amount of energy surged wildly from his body.
"Ohh ...
Then he suddenly tensed up.
All trembling stopped.
The expression on his face froze, then slowly relaxed, turning into a hollow calm.
The noise in the square also stopped.
The gunshots stopped, the screams stopped, even the groans disappeared.
Only the sound of the wind and the dripping sound of blood falling could be heard.
Three million people.
long time.
Roman looked at the square.
Gundams were piled up like mountains, some stacked together, some scattered in various places.
The blood flowed into streams, down the slope, forming a dark red swamp at the edge of the square.
Only two people were still standing.
Lucien on the spire.
Roman on the steps.
Lucien moved.
He took a step forward, lost his footing, and fell from the fifteen-meter-high spire.
There is no acceleration due to falling.
He descended like a feather, light and steady.
He touched the surface of the pool of blood with his toes without splashing any ripples, and then stood up firmly.
He walked up to Roman.
She was still naked, but her skin was clean and not a drop of blood was on it.
Under the sunlight, his body lines were as perfect as a sculpture, and the proportions of every muscle were accurate to the millimeter.
"Yo."
Lucien spoke softly, "Isn't this the Lord?"
He leaned forward slightly, bringing his face close to Roman's.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you also wish to see my Lord?"
Roman looked into his eyes.
There was nothing inside.
There was no madness, no joy, no emotion.
There was only a cold, mirror-like clarity.
It was like a moment of wisdom.
Roman's knees buckled.
He knelt down.
His forehead pressed against the cold, blood-stained stone steps.
"Yes."
The voice, strained from his throat, was dry and rough like sandpaper, "Please—let me see the Lord."
Lucien smiled.
It wasn't the manic laughter from before; it was a gentle, polite smile.
He extended his right hand.
Extend your index finger and curl the rest of your fingers.
The movements were slow, like God creating Adam.
Roman raised his head.
He watched the finger approach.
Her fingertip touched his brow.
It feels cool to the touch.
Then Roman's body froze.
Eyes widened, pupils dilated.
He saw the Kingdom of God.
It is not an illusion, not light and shadow.
It was the divine kingdom he had always dreamed of, flowing with honey and milk, and all his devoted followers were watching him.
"I saw it—"
Roman murmured, tears welling up and streaming down his face, dripping onto the stone steps and mingling with the blood, "I've finally seen it—"
He stood up.
His movements were a little unsteady, but his eyes were clear.
He bent down and picked up a pistol from the hand of a corpse at his feet.
The Glock 17 was still warm.
He raised the gun and pressed the muzzle against his temple.
Fingers were on the trigger.
"I don't want to die."
He said calmly, "I cannot die."
pause.
Then his expression changed.
His lips parted, revealing a twisted smile.
"Hehehe—Lord, I'm coming."
boom!
The gunshots were loud in the silent square.
Roman's body fell backward, crashing heavily onto the stone steps.
His head was tilted to one side, and red and white fluid was flowing from the bullet hole that reached his temple.
His eyes were still open, looking at the sky.
Lucien stood still, looking down at Roman's Gundam.
I watched for about five seconds.
Then he suddenly burst into laughter.
It wasn't a smile, it was a loud laugh, shoulders shaking, bending over, and grabbing his hair with both hands.
"Hahaha—is that so?"
He laughed as he spoke, his voice filled with a kind of ecstatic realization, "Hahaha! Lord! You also find this play so wonderful!"
He straightened up, a smile still on his face.
The power within my body is surging.
A more stable and larger force that grows from within.
Silver level.
New powers are solidified and take shape in consciousness.
Symphony of Fate.
The effect is very simple:
Select one or more targets and operate directly on their fate level "selection thresholds".
It's not about control or prediction, but about amplifying the inherent tendencies of a target when faced with crucial choices, until it inevitably leads to a certain extreme.
Roman just experienced it.
Lucien clenched his fist.
He could feel the changes in his body.
Muscle density, nerve response, and sensory acuity are all improved.
Now, he can tear steel plates apart with his bare hands, see the trajectory of a bullet before it is fired and dodge it, and hear a heartbeat a kilometer away. He walked into the temple.
Gundams and machine oil were scattered all over the ground.
In the storage room next to the altar, I found a white robe of fine quality with a silk lining.
Put on the robe and fasten the belt.
They then pulled a cell phone from the pocket of a corpse dressed in a master of ceremonies' uniform.
Unlock.
Dial the number.
I waited for the sound to play three times.
"Feed? It's me, Lucien."
A male voice came from the other end, with the sound of machinery humming in the background.
"Come to Utah to buy Gundams."
Lucien said calmly, "Yes, a lot."
hang up.
"Lord, what do you think of this play?"
In the divine realm, Luo Huan, in the form of a white cat, stared at the pink bead.
Inside the bead, Utah is burning.
Fields, mines, churches, squares—everywhere is covered with Gundams.
Blood pooled on the stone slab, forming dark red puddles, and the wind carried ashes and a sweet, cloying smell into the air.
Three million people.
long time.
"Eek~"
The little white cat hissed briefly, its ears folded back, "This is hell on earth."
The cat's eyes stared at the convulsing limbs, the piled-up remains, and the torsos that were still trying to climb toward the light source until the very last moment.
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Then she exploded.
It's not a metaphor.
The little white cat's form really exploded. The fur ball expanded and split, turning into a white paste without a fixed shape, spreading out in nothingness, with tiny bubbles on the surface.
Three seconds later, the paste shrinks and reforms.
She transforms back into her white-haired loli form.
Luo Huan stood barefoot in the void, raising her hand to smooth her long, silvery-white hair.
"Ahem, this was the apostle's personal action."
She spoke, her voice flat, "Don't bring this up against me~"
She paused after speaking.
Perception is expanding.
As Lucien advanced to Silver rank, the feedback from the [Art of Joy] pathway became more intense than expected.
Like a tide, they surged back to the Kingdom of God, crashing against the walls of the world.
The membrane that had always separated her from reality was thinning.
No, it's not just thinning.
She could feel the cracks, fine, spiderweb-like fissures spreading in unseen dimensions.
Through the crack, she could "hear" the sounds of that world more clearly:
Gunshots, crackling flames, breaking bones, and countless breaths of the dying or the maddened.
It's just a little bit short.
Perhaps with a little more force, it could be pierced completely.
"Don't be nervous, don't be anxious."
Luo Huan said in a low voice, as if reminding herself, "Haste makes waste."
After careful examination, the cracks were still too subtle.
After a pause.
"Damn it! I'm coming in!"
She couldn't resist and put her hands on her hips.
Silver level has appeared.
Lucien traded the lives of three million people for that ticket.
The requirements are now very clear:
There are four ways to reach the Silver level, or even a higher level.
Then let that world become even more chaotic.
The chaos was so great that no one could ignore it, so chaotic that the rules completely collapsed, so chaotic that she could smash through the barriers of the entire world and take over the entire stage.
"Hahaha----"
Luo Huan grinned, her laughter initially soft, then growing louder, "Almost there, almost there!"
She raised her right hand, palm up.
Four beads floated around, in shades of dark red, pastel, azure, and deep green.
"Once all four paths have reached Silver level,"
She said softly, her eyes shining brightly, "We'll be entering a new phase."
Just thinking about that scene makes her soul tremble.
My whole body was trembling.
It's excitement.
Pure, undisguised, almost physiological excitement.
"Oh, doggy, I'm buying!"
The ethereal sound is playing aloud!
She leaped up in the void, her silver hair flying, her bare feet stepping on non-existent ground, spinning and waving, as if dancing some kind of impromptu, frenzied dance.
Laughter echoed in the Kingdom of God, crashing against the invisible boundary and bouncing back.
It lasted for a long time.