Chapter 444 Apocalypse Association
A dimly lit conference room.
Two men sat at a long, narrow table.
One was a burly man wrapped in bandages.
He was none other than Sith, the president of the Apocalypse Association's Third Division!
The other man wore a European-style top hat, a black suit, and sported a magician's mustache.
The magician sneered, "Sith, you're wasting your time chasing after the Savior and now you're covered in wounds. What good are you to the association?"
Sith gritted his teeth, "Magician, your Second Division spends all day collecting nuclear weapons, but you're a coward. I've never seen you make any noise!"
The magician frowned, "You don't get it. I'm making sure the damage is substantial!"
"Enough!" A strange yet authoritative voice echoed through the room.
The voice had a steady rhythm, a man's voice, but electronically altered.
Both the magician and Sith stiffened, "President."
They turned to the end of the table, where darkness concealed a large figure.
He supported himself with both hands on the table, calmly observing everything, a red glow flickering in his right eye.
The figure spoke in a deep voice, "Gallup's signal has disappeared. He's dead."
The magician feigned sadness, "My vice president... He probably tried to show off and provoked that sloth. After all, no one in this world can harm him!"
The president's dark figure spoke sternly, "Magician, you better not be so arrogant."
"Last time, I personally blocked the World Space Agency's signal, allowing a meteor to break through the atmosphere."
"And yet, it was still stopped!"
The figure sat up straight, "So, the Savior must be killed, and weapons must be stockpiled."
"But your efficiency is too slow!"
"Let me introduce a newcomer."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, revealing a circular window and white clouds outside.
They were on a stratospheric plane!
A slender figure walked into the room.
He had long hair, bowed his head, and quietly sat at the table.
The magician frowned, sensing something, "Not a cyborg, not a genetically enhanced person. What use is an ordinary person here?"
The slender figure spoke in a low voice, "I can never die."
"What?" The magician scoffed, "Nonsense!"
The president's electronic voice chimed in, "Don't underestimate him. His methods are far superior to yours!"
The slender figure continued, "My ability is hypnosis, but I am already dead."
"However, before I died, I hypnotized many people, implanting my life, my thoughts, my wishes, my plans into them!"
"So, they all became me!"
"I now have many lives and can endure anything!"
The president clapped his hands in the darkness, "Did you hear that? He has no resistance to consciousness!"
"He can continuously undergo biological modifications, and even if he dies, 'he' will continue to fill in."
"Once successful, he won't be weaker than either of you!"
The slender figure continued, "That's right. I want to undergo modifications. I want to kill my enemies. I want to reclaim my child. My name is Steven!"
The magician and Sith gasped!
This guy's methods were truly sinister!
The president chuckled darkly, "Rest assured, with the association's help, your enemies are nothing but ants!"
"And you, Sith, will soon kill the Savior!"
"Neither of these people will survive!"
"Magician, you will soon destroy the world and all the lower-class people!"
Sith's face stiffened, "President, I've never understood, what good does it do us to kill everyone?"
The president suddenly erupted in anger, "If you dare speak against the association again, I'll turn you into a puddle of blood!"
Sith's face changed, and he shrank back, not daring to speak further.
The magician sneered coldly, "Sith, you're truly foolish. With our power, what's the fun if we don't kill?"
The president's tone softened, "Don't worry. No one knows we exist. We won't face any interference. All our missions will be completed slowly!"
Avalonia.
In an ancient castle nestled in the mountains!
Dozens of people gathered here, of various ages and races, each with a ferocious expression, shouting madly!
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
In the center of the room, on a stone platform, lay a young girl, her belly slightly swollen.
Her hands and feet were bound, struggling constantly, her face filled with terror!
This was the stronghold of the Tremor Cult!
A group of irrational followers, fanatically worshipping apocalyptic theories!
"Silence!"
A man slowly walked out, standing on the platform.
The frenzied followers instantly quieted down!
The man spoke loudly, "As you all know, this world will be purified. Only those who truly seek redemption can continue to live!"
"Tremor Cult followers, you are fortunate!"
"Our leader, twenty years ago, accidentally contacted extraterrestrial beings and received information about the world's destruction!"
"Now, he will lead us to salvation!"
At the same time.
A man with sparse hair and a corpulent body slowly walked out, holding a sharp blade!
Dozens of followers bowed simultaneously, "Leader!"
The corpulent man spoke with authority, "God and the girl have combined to produce a spirit envoy. Offering the spirit envoy's blood to the apocalypse god will convey our sincerity."
"For your survival, I must sacrifice my own offspring!"
The corpulent man said, drawing the blade across the girl's inner thigh!
Creating a long bloodstain!
The girl on the stone platform screamed in despair, but her mouth was gagged!
It was this man who had deceived her into joining the cult, then imprisoned her, causing her pregnancy!
The dozens of followers in the room showed no mercy, instead, their expressions were excited, their eyes bloodshot!
Just as the corpulent man's blade was about to pierce the girl's belly!
The castle roof suddenly shattered!
Everyone looked up in shock, seeing a silver aircraft floating in the sky!
"A flying saucer!"
The Tremor Cult followers bowed in unison!
The leader was right, the aliens had come to meet him!
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