Chapter 367
Here lies the location of the Deaton Membership Hotel, and just across the street is the residence of Merritt, a member of the Chaos Squad.
To facilitate meetings, several members of the Chaos Squad live in the vicinity of Ma Fei Er.
At this moment, Merritt stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the blood-red glow and dark shroud looming over the East District, her brow slightly furrowed.
What’s going on… What happened over there?
Is there a Level 4 fighting on that side?
No, this isn’t the kind of commotion two Level 4s could create…
Maybe I should just leave for a while and lay low…
As Merritt hesitated, she ultimately made up her mind to seek out the captain to discuss some matters.
She raised her hand to draw the curtains, but as her fingers pinched the edge, she was startled and stumbled back a few steps.
Her hand hadn’t grasped the heavy curtain; instead, she had clutched a letter.
Merritt glanced around, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but she found no one and sensed no strange presence…
Taking a deep breath, she tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter, her gaze immediately falling on the signature at the bottom, her pupils narrowing slightly.
—Key Person.
The Key Person is finally making a move?
Members of the Chaos Squad knew that the Key Person was merely in a state of suspended animation; they had been in contact with her all along.
Merritt quickly scanned the contents of the letter, then abruptly looked up at the blood-red glow and dark mist in the East District.
Could this really be the work of the Key Person? Is this a subtle warning to the royal family regarding the Pleasure Society?
Merritt’s long-silent heart began to race wildly. She swiftly disposed of the envelope and hurried downstairs, running toward the townhouse where the captain resided.
There’s work to be done…
Click, click—
Meanwhile, atop the massive clock tower in the Westminster District, Charles sat, gazing into the distance at the blood-red glow and dark clouds, a familiar sense of dread washing over her.
Indeed, it was a shadow of the Dark Worm… Not as formidable as the half-heart summoned before.
If it’s just a shadow, it’s unlikely to inflict any fatal damage on the fully armed Strong Sound.
I can only hope my framing will have some effect…
The people in the West District have gone completely mad due to the Dark Worm; now it’s the East District’s turn…
A slight mental tearing pain surged through Charles’s mind as she watched the blood-colored phantom in the distance. That phantom seemed to have noticed her, and for a moment, the human and the worm locked eyes across the void.
Charles knew it had remembered her blood…
But she wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
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**Chapter 201: The Terrifying "Key Person" (4200 words)**
In the East District, in the Cathedral District, stood the Church of the Savior Goddess.
The abandoned church had completely collapsed, and amidst the ruins stood a petite figure with green hair. Her face was twisted, her mind frenzied, as whispers and terrifying howls echoed in her head, attempting to shatter her sanity.
Her smooth back bore several slight bulges, pushing against her clothing—signs of her body undergoing a transformation.
Yet there was no pain on her face; her dark green eyes were filled with fervor, a rapture that seemed to herald the discovery of truth overshadowing all discomfort.
She raised her arms high, gazing at the enormous shadow of the Dark Worm in the sky.
It spread its wings, seemingly adapting to its hard-won rebirth. In that moment, it embodied fear and rage, merely appearing in the world sent a wave of madness and terror rippling through the surrounding area.
The head of the Dark Worm slowly lowered, observing the tiny figure below, then lifted its gaze toward the distant clock tower.
“(Unknown language) has… meaning…” the Dark Worm whispered, its voice echoing from the abyss, then it spoke directly into the mind of the green-haired figure.
“What does the servant of the Mother Goddess require of me? This time… my time and strength are limited.”
Tara felt the voice resonate in her mind, tears uncontrollably streaming down her cheeks. She looked up at the imposing figure of the Dark Worm and shouted, “Great Saint… clear away all obstacles for the magnificent Mother Goddess!”
Tara quickly turned to the line of cavalry that had formed behind her. The stirring music dispelled the fear on their faces, and with reckless abandon, they charged toward Tara, aiming to impale her beneath their galloping hooves.
Poor heretics…
Tara watched the white-haired figure behind the cavalry, and at that moment, Strong Sound also keenly heard Tara’s unique description.
Saint… Mother Goddess… the Holy Ascendancy?
Why? Why would the Holy Ascendancy suddenly descend upon Ansu City, unleashing a massacre? Aren’t most of their actions solely directed at the Church of the Savior Goddess?
He had previously worried that the oppressed Church of the Savior Goddess might seek to merge with the Holy Ascendancy in their desperation, and he had been deliberately thwarting that process, never ceasing to sow discord between the two factions.
Under normal circumstances, as long as his plan proceeded smoothly, until the Church of the Savior Goddess collapsed, neither the Savior nor the Holy Ascendancy could merge.
Now it seemed that someone had intervened… He needed to investigate the connections thoroughly.
Tara’s joy faded from her face as she expressionlessly watched the cavalry charging at high speed, their bodies radiating a flickering light. She slowly raised her hand and issued her first command to the Saint.
“Kill all these heretics, my Saint.”
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A wave of terrifying black mist surged, a chilling aura that nearly overwhelmed the members of the Chaos Squad in the West District.
They could hardly restrain themselves from looking toward the East District, where that terrifying shadow seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle with someone.
They had read the Key Person’s letter and knew exactly who was fighting.
It was Strong Sound…
Mary took a deep breath, disbelief etched on her face as she said, “I can hardly believe the Key Person could come up with this plan…”
Captain Simon adjusted his hat and replied, “It shows that they’ve grasped the essence of subversion and pleasure. That’s a good thing.”
“Subverting the royal family and the Order of the God of Order’s joint conspiracy… Is it really possible to make Ansu a religious kingdom belonging to the Savior and the Holy Ascendancy?” Merritt’s expression was somewhat anxious; among them, she was still a novice.
“If Strong Sound is dead, it’s possible.” Simon looked toward the Windsor Palace and said, “We need to eliminate everyone associated with Strong Sound, leaving no one behind. After that, all we can do is pray for Strong Sound’s demise.”
It was clear that even Simon wasn’t sure whether they could pull off this grand plan of subversion…
If they succeeded, aside from the “Blood Painter” Pikeman in their ranks, everyone else could almost perfectly digest the current potion, even completing the next stage of the replication ritual.
What was certain was that if the Key Person truly completed this plan, they would digest the Level 3 “Subverter” potion and might even have the chance to drink the Level 4 potion directly…
The Key Person could potentially rise to the top of the Pleasure Society through this endeavor, as this act of subversion was unprecedented. Any member of the Pleasure Society witnessing it would only feel admiration and respect, thinking of the work done under their command.
Who wouldn’t want to be around someone capable of great deeds, someone with brains and vision?
“Let’s move; the mission is urgent.” Simon gazed at the Strong Sound mansion, his sharp canines extending.
He strode into the courtyard, casually thrusting a knife toward the “Lawgiver” who had fallen asleep by the railing.
After feeling some resistance, he redirected the blade, stabbing through the Lawgiver’s eye, the dagger piercing through the skull and into the brain. With Simon’s twist, it snuffed out his life.
A cleansing operation began in the equally chaotic West District.
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Charles hugged her right knee, resting her cheek against it, her left leg swinging in the air nearly eighty meters above the ground.
She leisurely observed the chaos below.
The East District shrouded in darkness, the Parliament building convening an emergency meeting, the Russell family rushing toward the East District, the Chaos Squad executing their cleansing plan, and the members of the Order of the God of Order blocking the Church of the Savior Goddess…
Ansu seemed to have erupted into chaos in an instant, with various factions stirring, taking center stage in this city’s most critical area like a theatrical performance.
Among them, Charles also spotted some uniforms she hadn’t seen before… perhaps from other smaller extraordinary organizations.
Everyone was bustling about, and not a single person would suspect that the true instigator of all this was right above them, delighting in their “performance.”
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