Chapter 233 A Mixed Bag
A dim light flickered in the mine, and a defective suppression lamp that was about to break down was making a hissing sound and emitting smoke in the corner.
The mine is interconnected in all directions, and even experienced wanderers cannot figure out how many entrances and exits there are. This is just right to prevent the church from blocking people.
The participants in the cave are all super-powered people and mutants, many of whom are hiding in the shadows and quietly observing the newcomers.
There may be some big guys among them who come here to fry fish, but most of them are just small Karami who are linked together by the Chaos God Sect and want to make a fortune.
Almost everyone was wearing a thick, dark isolation cloak, looking at others through the gaps with a probing look, for fear of exposing their true identity and weaknesses.
Two cadres from different sects were guarding the door, checking everyone coming in one by one.
A rigorous meeting requires a long time to prepare and a sophisticated verification method to be designed.
Unfortunately, the Millennium Meteor Shower and the Church Shelter incident happened too suddenly, and they could only use secret codes and vision to screen out some insignificant people.
Click, click.
The footsteps of three pairs of boots sounded one after another. The first uncle who appeared had a pair of ostentatious wolf ears.
The people around him immediately noticed his bright pink hair and their expressions softened considerably: Uncle Wolf from the Human Soul Front, a recognized respectable man on the street.
The guards hurriedly bent down to let him in, not daring to ask any questions.
Uncle Wolf walked with his two companions to a bright place. Under the light of the suppression lamp, he crossed his arms and put on an attitude of watching the fun.
Everyone naturally accepted their superior status, and even though Uncle Wolf did not explicitly support their actions in the subsequent meeting, no one dared to laugh at them or say anything sarcastic.
Rather than getting into conflict with Uncle Wolf, they would rather believe that the Human Soul Front will not leak the secret to the Church of Light.
Tap, tap.
The combat boots stepped heavily on the steps, making a textured sound, which made people imagine how powerful the person wearing these boots was.
The figure stepping into the light did not disappoint them. The girl's long golden hair seeped into the light, as if covered with a layer of active flames.
Bright red goggles obscured her eyes, and her lips curled slightly under her nose: "May the enemy burn in flames."
She clearly stated today's code, and there was an inexplicable dangerous attraction in her voice that made everyone in the room involuntarily look up in the same direction.
People with super powers all have extremely strong intuition. They feel a strong passion at this moment. It is not the surprise of seeing a stunning beauty at all, but more like a little wild rabbit facing the long kiss of a gray wolf in the forest.
The girl seemed unaware of her own demonic charm. She nimbly bypassed the guards and walked straight to a place not far from the light source and sat down.
The muscles in her arms and legs were graceful, and she sat cross-legged with great grace. The heavy gun on her back seemed to weigh nothing, lighter than plastic foam.
They had no doubt that she could flip over and jump up at the moment of a surprise attack, and kill the unfortunate prey with a roundhouse kick.
The blonde's arrival seemed to awaken everyone's sense of time.
The host cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Ahem, welcome everyone."
Everyone knows that this person is a puppet pushed forward by the organizers, so he didn't even wear a mask. Death doesn't matter anyway, so it's better to act more confident.
Under everyone's gaze, he walked to the spot directly beneath the suppression lamp, and the prepared words poured out of his mouth smoothly: "The Millennium Meteor Shower is approaching. This is a sign that the Knight of Doom is approaching. We must abandon our luck and seize our last chance for survival - power!"
The man puffed out his chest and made a grasping gesture with his hands. "The coming era belongs to power. When the radiation concentration rises again, even those with high-level superpowers will have no hope of surviving on their own. We can either rely on the protection of God, or... obtain a kind of power."
No one interrupted him because at least half of his words were true, and the other half could not be disproven.
Anyone with some knowledge knows that the Church of Light is indeed competing with the creatures of the abyss for power, and the only human race that holds power is called Chen Xiao'er, who is also under the control of the Church of Light.
If power were not so important, the Church of Light would never have put so much effort into "killing gods".
Everyone has witnessed the madness of the church in recent years. They even dare to throw their capital into the abyss. High-level super-powered people and consumable artifacts are becoming less and less.
What will happen to humans after they gain power? I don't know, but at worst, they can become beings of a higher order than the higher order.
Everyone present had some ambition.
There are actually very few people with super powers who are still alive today who are just playing badly. If they had no choice, who would believe in those abyss creatures that are almost like wild beasts?
Didn't they really know that the creatures of the abyss would devour human souls, and that even the founder of the religion couldn't achieve immortality? They were just deceiving themselves; at least it would make them feel better.
The host's words ignited the fire in their hearts that was already burning.
Even if there really is an undercover agent from the Church of Light listening in, it is hard to say that he or she has not had the ambition of "seizing power and becoming a god" in his or her heart.
"Whoa!" Seeing the man had the situation under control, someone suddenly made a strange noise in the corner. The person blew into his mouth and said loudly, "Everyone knows that there is only one power. You are trying to stir up trouble again. Let us run over and die!"
His sarcastic voice pointed directly to the last time the Chaos God Sect formed an alliance to attack the Church of Light and suffered a disastrous defeat.
This operation wasn't officially commanded by the Chaos God Cult, but everyone knew it was orchestrated by the remaining factions. Aside from this group of people, backed by the "gods," who else would dare to challenge the Church of Radiance in the face of the Doomsday Meteor Shower?
Uncle Wolf looked calmly at the person who was "making trouble". This person was also an elite of the human soul front. This time he changed his appearance specifically to stir up trouble.
The troublemaker asked the risk question that everyone was most concerned about: You people from the Chaos God Sect said last time that there was an insider in the church, there is absolutely no problem.
What happened? The church's defense towers plowed the ground, killing a bunch of unlucky mercenaries. If they were to say, "There's a mole inside, get at it!" again, they wouldn't agree.
The host gave an awkward smile: "Well, actually, we did arrange some of our own people in there..."
Hearing the boos, he quickly changed his tone, "Of course, we also know that the risk of internal collusion is too great. A direct confrontation with the Church of Light is extremely unwise, so we have specially prepared two other plans!"
When they heard that there were two more plans, the booing stopped immediately.
Everyone is very concerned about who will be the mastermind of power. Those who recruit them will certainly not yield, but they will not obey orders obediently either. Everyone should listen carefully to the plan's procedures before turning against each other, lest they miss the opportunity to seize power.
There was no curtain or projector here. The host took out a charcoal pencil from his pocket and scratched it twice on the slate.
No one looked at what he had written; what was important was the little bit of information he had revealed in the depressing atmosphere.
"I know you don't want to play the insider's game anymore..." He paused for a few seconds, confirming that everyone really didn't dare to trust the insider anymore before changing the subject: "So we can dive in from the abyss. You know, Taoli College is built right above the wellhead."
"Bah!" someone spat, "Do you think Guanghui is blind? There are His eyes everywhere down there!"
"Hey hey hey~" The host made a downward gesture. "Who said we're going to sneak into Taoli Academy early? Once the Empowerment Ceremony starts, the shallow layer of the abyss will be connected to the bottom of the academy."
Well, that's true.
Judging from previously leaked information, the Power Ceremony is best held on the ground, but it also requires drawing on energy from within the abyss.
The Church of Light naturally refused to release their intelligence, but high-level psychics were always able to gather vague information from various channels.
In short, the most likely guess is that the church built the ritual site in a shallow layer close to the surface, and after activation, it used a series of complex methods to quickly float up or simply set the influence range of the ritual site on the surface to promote the normal progress of the power ceremony.
In order to achieve this goal, a part of Taoli Academy should be mixed with the ritual field after it is activated. Even Guanghui will not be able to control such a chaotic abnormal area before the end of the ritual.
Assuming the inference is correct, they only need to run to the shallow layer of the abyss before the ceremony begins, and there is a chance that they will be able to sneak in naturally after the ceremony begins.
After all, the sense of space inside the abyss is disordered, and the Church of Light cannot defend it completely. However, they can use the human wave tactics to sneak in a lot.
After the host finished speaking, he looked at everyone hopefully, but no response was heard.
In the end, the person who started the trouble still reluctantly asked: "What else, what is the other method?"
"Another method... Here." The host took out a round ball that looked like a boiled egg from his arms and rolled it onto the stone platform.
As he threw the ball, the others reflexively activated their defensive artifacts.
However, it was all a false alarm. The egg-shaped strange creature released a shadow that enveloped the bodyguard next to the man and swallowed him in one gulp.
"As you can see, this is a rather special artifact. Once activated, it can hold a person and will remain impervious to any attacks for 12 hours."
The host shrugged. "We have a lot of similar items, all disposable. It's up to you whether or not to use them, and how much to use."
His tone wasn't very enthusiastic; it seemed this method was just a foil to the previous one.
This thing must have some unspoken weaknesses, and who can guarantee that the church really can't find them?
After some meaningless arguments, this group of rabble finally accepted the method of diving into the shallow layer of the abyss through trial and guidance.
This method is the least stable, but also the lowest risk.
As everyone slowly relaxed and waited for their tasks to be assigned, someone quietly walked behind the host.
"Please wait a moment, I want to try the second method." The blonde beauty came under the light, and the purple light source shone on her white fangs, stinging people's eyes.
"Oh? Well..." The host took a slight step back.
"Didn't you just say you had a lot of similar things? Give me one."
The blonde smiled. She hadn't drawn her weapon, but it was as if she had a hail of bullets ready to fire from all directions, ready to be unleashed with a snap of her fingers.
"Really? But this method requires someone to support us, and the risk is very high." The host said while looking at the people around him for help.
As a result, not only the strangers at the conference, but even his bodyguards scurried aside and hid. What were these people doing?
Cold sweat trickled down his temples. The reason the host refused was not because he was worried that this guy would be in danger, but because he was worried that she was an undercover agent of the church.
After all, apart from the professionals of the rejection team and the Knights, he really couldn't imagine who would have such a terrifying aura.
He stood there, thinking for a moment. The blonde's smile slowly fell, and her lips pursed into a straight line. "...You want me to get it myself?"
Her tone was as cold as ice, frightening the host so much that he shuddered and pulled out another strange object shaped like a ping-pong ball. "No, no, no, I was just thinking, I was thinking, this kind of strange object requires another person to cooperate. I wonder where your partner is?"
"Here." A hand took the ping-pong ball from him.
A black-haired woman wearing a silver half mask walked out of the shadows. She twisted her neck and hooked her finger at the blonde, as if calling a lost puppy.
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