Chapter 222 Good Night, Quancheng

After a crisp sound, there was a roar.

Blood plasma splashed out from between his fingers, soaring dozens of meters high.

“I…I made a mistake…” A choking voice sounded from among the pieces of meat, so desperate: “I…made a mistake…it’s not me…it’s…it’s…”

boom!
The giant hand slapped down again, towards the priest, without any regret.

Then again, and again!
Wrong? What's wrong?
How could I be wrong?!

The one I’m going to beat is you!
The roar continued and the devastation was endless, until the last trace of the priest's soul turned into nothingness and was never seen again, and the bloodstained giant hand dissipated regretfully.

The bone wheel swung, and a lump of evil spiritual essence that looked like thick phlegm was spat onto the remains of the priest.

Are you a fucking cult?

As the evil eye swept across, it glanced at those people who had been retreating again and again without knowing when. It seemed as if a cold snort was heard, and the crack in the void opened again.

Without any attachment, the Chakravartin turned and left.

He simply ignored the communications and calls from the other higher-ups.

Before leaving, he was still not satisfied, and swung his bone wheel like an axe, chopping down from mid-air.

It was as if a foot had been kicked into the top of Quan City. The earth-shaking shock caused cracks to appear on the pillars formed by other evildoers.

What a bad luck!
Evil Cult, don’t let me see you under the whirlpool again!

If so, he slammed the door and left.

All that was left was a series of earthquakes and a devastated sacrificial site.

Everyone looked at each other.

Dead silence.

"what happened?"

Ji Jue was at a loss. Just after being looked at by that old man, his hair stood on end and he was ready to run away.

"I don't know."

Lao Tang scratched his head, feeling like he was dreaming: "It seems that after the person was shaken out, he beat him up, kicked Quancheng twice, and then left?"

It’s so outrageous.

Even though internal strife is a specialty of your villain characters, you wouldn't be so anxious as to start it right in front of me, right?
Or is it that the wheel thing, after being hit by mercury and vomiting last time, it has developed non-attack PTSD and wants to learn from Lao Tang and turn to the light?

"..."

Tong Shan was the first to react: "Everyone, clean up the scene and prepare to retreat."

The evil of the upper position appeared and left. With such a big scene, it is impossible for the evil cult to not react. Now the uproar is still spreading, and it is necessary to maintain the stability of Quancheng, but after the turmoil, they will inevitably find out the root cause.

If you keep lying here, you'll be waiting for someone to come and collect the spoils.

Suddenly, Xu Guan moved quickly and carried out several bags to distribute. Others took out handfuls of ashes from the burnt record books from their pockets and scattered them everywhere.

Obfuscating everything that happened here by recording a massive amount of events is equivalent to injecting a large amount of garbled code into the document. Even if people are called in to analyze it carefully and find any clues they left behind, it will be too late.

The siblings Ji Liu and Ji Xue poured gasoline and fuel everywhere, and the flames spread.

Everyone sighed as they worked. They had only been in Quancheng for a few days, but their efforts in destroying corpses and covering up traces were almost catching up with the evil cult...

Ji Jue had already taken away the central intelligence and sealed it in mercury with solid alchemy. The central control intelligence with such a high degree of completion was most suitable for controlling some large equipment and complex systems. It could also be used as a reference when building his own workshop in the future. Explosives had also been buried in various places. Just pressing a button would give the search team a surprise.

Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe the complex and huge altar in the underground vault.

The altar and rituals that can support the arrival of the evil from above cannot be built by simply drawing a circle in any place. Location, resources, time, and craftsmen are all indispensable.

Now that it has been washed away, if the evil cult can still find a higher-level evil to take its place in a short period of time, Ji Jue will give him a thumbs up and praise him for being awesome.

Such a big thing must be able to give you a lot of good things, right?
Ji Jue rubbed his hands together and suddenly pressed them down.

Dissociation technique!
In an instant, dazzling rays of light appeared on the altar, which was riddled with holes in the struggle and on the verge of collapse, and the sound of shattering was heard everywhere.

Ji Jue's smile disappeared from his face.

The altar looked ordinary and integrated, but when the dissociation technique was really used, it was found that it was like an onion. After peeling off one layer, there was still another layer, layer after layer!
There were countless layers of spiritual circuits interlocking and overlapping with each other, forming a huge structure that Ji Jue had not expected. It was as if he had just accidentally pressed a switch and the galaxy was instantly lit up.

What's even more terrifying is that a creation of this scale was actually formed in one go, and its internal structure is seamless. If the external damage had not been on the verge of limit, he would not be able to gnaw on it at all and would be beyond his ability.

At this moment, along with the collapse of the altar, what appeared before our eyes was an unprecedented massive amount of illusions.

From the smelting and gathering of massive amounts of materials, hundreds of fragments were created one by one from the furnace, gathering and merging with each other. Finally, with the casual wave of a skinny finger, countless evil spiritual essences flowed and gathered like a tide, and a complex structure that seemed to be created by nature was created in one stroke.

So grand, yet so effortless.

It was as if he was too lazy to put in any extra effort, and just took it for granted to get it all done perfunctorily. But even if it was perfunctory, it was still lofty enough.

So much so that apart from the few details and theories that he himself had studied, he simply couldn't understand the rest!

It was as if I suddenly became an ant and dust, because in front of me there was a towering mountain with no end or top in sight rising from the ground, and everything became so insignificant.

Involuntarily, trembling.

But the images carried by the countless essences have never stopped, as if some passage hidden at the bottom of the altar has been activated, and then, following the secret connection, the scene in the distance came into view.

The deepest darkness in Quancheng.

The city of Springs is bound by invisible chains in a membrane that looks like the ruins of time. Inside the membrane is a huge ruin that is still filled with smoke and flames even after who knows how many years.

There was a huge, broken wreckage, hundreds of meters long, like a stranded whale, leaning against the ruins. From the decay and decay, the steel skeleton and cables were exposed.

Among the countless broken creations, there is a heart of steel that beats hard in the evil erosion. It is so weak that it seems to be on the verge of collapse, but it still maintains its operation. A large amount of spiritual essence is swallowed and discharged from it. A slight leakage will set off a huge wave from the darkness. Every impact makes the ruins almost break free from the Spring City, but it is bound by the looming chains and cannot be freed.

It was an engine.

Ji Jue subconsciously widened his eyes, trying to distinguish carefully.

But the picture suddenly became blurred and quickly disappeared.

A hunched figure standing right in front of the engine suddenly turned around, as if he had noticed something.

There was no hair on that face, it was full of wrinkles, and it looked so old.

But what caught people's attention most was the pair of green eyes.

It was cold and deep, like a dark cave that led to nowhere, but in the deepest part of the cave, there was a strange flame that stretched from sky to earth!
Just a glance.

In an instant, all perception disappeared.

Ji Jue staggered back, sweat dripping from his body. Under his feet, the last remnants of the altar fell apart.

Although he was only watching from an unknown distance, he instinctively felt that if the old man noticed, he would definitely not end well.

Even though he had never met him, he was absolutely certain that he was a craftsman who had discarded the title of master and turned to the field of stagnation and corruption, ruling the deep...

Kanemoto!

But even so, he found it difficult to focus on that face. The only scene that emerged in his mind at this moment was the engine that had just appeared in the fleeting glimpse.

Even, on the engine, that familiar logo...

Ji Jue froze in place, lowered his head with difficulty, and looked at his wrist.

Sky track!

There is no other possibility.

In Quancheng, there is a train wreckage of the SkyTrack Group? !
"Let's go."

Seeing that everything was cleaned up, Tong Shan waved his hand.

But after taking two steps, he turned back in confusion and looked behind him. Ji Jue was still standing there, not moving.

"Hey, maintenance man, don't just stand there." Tong Shan said, "Time is precious."

Ji Jue didn't say anything.

I raised my head and looked towards the corner of the vault. Amid the dust and gravel, there was a lonely dog… It appeared at some point, but it was not as enthusiastic and eager as before, and was timid, as if it had been discovered after secretly hiding bones and canned food or chewing the sheets.

His eyes were drooped and his tail stopped wagging.

Standing in the corner, with her head down, she couldn't help but secretly look at him.

After twitching his nose, he hummed silently.

As if begging.

Ji Jue closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and sighed silently.

I know that nothing good will happen to anyone who has anything to do with your bankrupt company. I know that the CEO is not giving benefits to the employees when he comes to visit them out of boredom...

But what a mess you have left behind!

We haven't even signed a contract, why make things difficult for a temporary worker like me?

"..."

Ji Jue didn't say anything and looked away expressionlessly.

The president lowered his head in disappointment.

Then, Ji Jue's voice was heard.

As he walked in, the young man kicked the mutilated body on the ground, turned over the unfamiliar face, and suddenly asked, "Brother Shan, how much do I look like him?"

Tong Shan frowned subconsciously.

I wanted to correct him, telling him to refer to them by their positions when working and by plants when doing tasks. But then I suddenly realized what he meant and froze in place.

Subconscious rebuttal:

"no!"

Ji Jue shrugged, "But isn't this better?"

"I said, no!"

Tong Shan was furious and raised his voice: "I am the captain, I make the decision."

"But I'm an outsourcer, and I haven't signed a contract yet." Ji Jue laughed and looked at him: "Besides, you know, this is obviously better, right?"

So Tongshan remained silent and speechless.

But in this all-too-short time, there was no time to delay him.

It is necessary to act decisively.

He suppressed a tired sigh and finally asked, "Have you decided?"

"Yeah." Ji Jue nodded, took off the bits and pieces on his body, one by one, and threw them into the toolbox, "There are some things I want to see, I have to go.

As for the craftsman, the seal of the building is enough, right? Besides, maybe I can find out about his aunt. "

"..."

Tong Shan suddenly asked, "What about identity verification?"

Ji Jue shook his head indifferently: "The center is right there, can't we change it any way we want?"

"Where is the evil aura?" Tong Shan frowned.

Ji Jue grinned, pulled out the bone knife with his backhand, and the evil aura emerged from his soul, as if it was born naturally: "Do you think I don't look like an evil person?"

"Where's the face?" Tong Shan asked.

"As for the face shape, don't worry, the whole facelift is very simple."

Ji Jue wielded the bone knife and stabbed it into the face, correcting the shape of the cheekbones and chin. Regardless of the pain or anything else, the ten fingers of both hands were extremely steady from beginning to end: "As for whether the face is similar... It has been burned once, so just burn it again."

So Tong Shan said nothing more.

A silent sigh.

Swallowed the loss, regret, anger, and even unwillingness.

As Ji Jue said, perhaps this is the best way. Besides, he has no time to waste.

“…Just bear with it.”

After Tong Shan put away the flagpole, he took out a box, unscrewed the lock with his stiff fingers, and took out an ordinary-looking pen.

It looked light and insignificant, but when it fell into Tong Shan's hand, it made his palm tremble and he could hardly hold on.

The reborn form appeared, his skin was as pale as paper, but a large amount of ink-black blood seeped out from the cut on his wrist and was completely absorbed by the pen. Until finally, Tong Shan staggered and could hardly stand. The pen finally stopped its hungry gluttony and left a thin layer of face for the user, but did not conceal the slightly sarcastic spiritual fluctuations.

Then, the tip of the pen passed across Ji Jue's face, bringing a stinging pain as if his soul was burning, penetrating everything.

Ji Jue convulsed and struggled, but was fixed in place by telekinesis and had no way to resist.

Until new things were written from the tip of the pen, completed, and covered all the old ones... From this moment on, the records of the center, the verification of the soul, the past recorded by the flesh, and even the shallow memories were all replaced. The chosen one named Ji Jue disappeared, and was replaced by an apprentice of the deep craftsman.

"Praise the stagnation!"

Ji Jue grinned and laughed wildly, like a true follower of evil, without any flaws.

"When necessary..."

Tong Shan paused for a moment, but in the end said nothing. It was useless to say anything.

Just a self-deprecating sigh.

"I owe you."

"Everyone takes what they need, why bother?"

Ji Jue took off the watch on his wrist, raised his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed the food with a gulp. Then, he inserted the bone knife into his body, and the two merged into one, disappearing without a trace.

Finally, he put on a tattered black robe.

"let's start."

Ji Jue handed over the toolbox, and finally looked at Tong Shan, smiling and saying goodbye, "Be quick, don't delay me from 'turning from darkness to light'!"

Tong Shan closed his eyes.

Raise your hand.

--boom!

Ten seconds later, Tong Shan left and the team disappeared into the darkness of Quancheng. Then, explosions rose into the sky, the center was damaged, the bank collapsed, and flames spread.

Half a minute later, a fierce light descended from the sky, and an invisible hand clapped down, and all the flames were extinguished instantly.

One after another, figures dropped from the sky, identified the situation, and angrily pursued into the darkness, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Soon, the second and third waves of people arrived, and after inspecting the ruins, they dispersed into the Spring City. When the last wave of people arrived, the giant hand was slightly raised.

Suddenly, countless rubble and broken walls rose up and were thrown aside.

The remaining valuable items are recycled, loaded onto trucks, and taken away.

Just in front of the crevice of the ruins, someone suddenly froze for a moment, turned around, and waved to his companions: "Hey, come here, take a look at this!"

In the corner of the floor, there was a charred figure, who seemed to be an apprentice of a craftsman. Both legs were broken, and his face was covered with blisters. He stretched out his hand with his last breath, groped around with difficulty, and had no more strength.

"Huh? You're still breathing?"

The leader pinched his chin and sighed: "He is lucky. Tell those craftsmen to come over and take him away!"

So, in the ruins, the dying survivor seemed to smile slightly, stretched out his hand and patted the empty air in his empty arms.

I closed my eyes in peace.

Good night, Spring City.

(End of this chapter)