Chapter 454 Self-Punishment
Tack Desert.
Located in the Veridiania Basin.
The second experimental base of the Apocalypse Association, where they messed with Steven's hypnotic state, is here, too.
The "Magician" walked into a room with a grim expression and locked the door behind him.
The room was empty, except for a single chair and a large mirror.
He approached the mirror and slowly sat down.
The "Magician" looked at his reflection, his defiant expression turning cautious. "President, I'm sorry."
An electronic voice echoed in his mind, "You idiot, 'Magician,' you actually let Steven loose in Veridiania!"
The voice was filled with anger!
Even though the "Magician" was the president of the second branch of the Apocalypse Association, a bomb had been implanted in his brain!
This small device, known within the Apocalypse Association as a "mission device," could not only explode and release strong acid but was also connected to the member's skull, transmitting sound through bone conduction!
The sound was similar to the noise one hears when chewing cookies, inaudible to others.
The electronic voice continued, "You know what to do."
The "Magician" gritted his teeth and slapped himself hard across the face!
The force was strong, and his cheek instantly swelled and reddened!
The "Magician" looked resentful. "President, I don't get why our association has to hide like this. Besides, Steven is already M-level! No one in the world can stop him. What does it matter if I let him out?"
The electronic voice snorted angrily.
The mirror in front of the "Magician" suddenly lit up, revealing a hidden screen.
A video played.
In Veridiania's Wavehaven, Leonard was cleaning up the scene. Steven's headless body was being placed into a body bag and then taken away by a vehicle!
The "Magician" was stunned!
Steven had escaped the base just three hours ago, and it took at least two hours to get to Wavehaven.
He was killed in the blink of an eye?
He was M-level!
The electronic voice roared again, "See that? Now punish yourself again!"
The "Magician" frowned, gritting his teeth.
Slap!
He gave himself another hard slap!
Blood trickled from his nose!
The electronic voice was cold, "The person who killed Steven will soon find this desert."
The "Magician" was agitated, "That's impossible! My base uses the highest level of secrecy. I've killed all intruders. No one can find it!"
The electronic voice snapped, "When did you learn to talk back?"
The "Magician" felt a sharp pain in his head!
Slap!
He gritted his teeth and slapped himself hard again!
The electronic voice said, "If you weren't still useful, you'd have been turned into a puddle of goo by now!"
The "Magician" panted heavily, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
The electronic voice continued, "Leave the base immediately and wait in the desert. Test the strength of the intruder!"
The "Magician" was filled with resentment.
Test his strength? The president overestimates him! If he really can find this place, I'll make sure he never leaves!
The "Magician" didn't dare express his thoughts, only saying, "Yes, President!"
Commercial planes usually fly in the stratosphere, and above that is the tropopause.
At this moment, a large aircraft was flying in the tropopause.
This plane rarely landed, and even refueling was done in the air.
This was the meeting room of the Apocalypse Association.
Inside.
The mysterious president let out a small sigh of relief; the orders had been given.
In front of him was a computer screen.
The commands displayed were identical to his conversation with the "Magician."
It was as if they were pre-written lines.
And this president, hidden in the shadows, recited them with full emotion, like an actor!
Above the Tack Desert.
The Celestial Pioneer was moving rapidly, and Elbert was looking down through the window.
He never expected one of the Apocalypse Association's bases to be hidden within Veridiania!
Below was an endless expanse of yellow sand, with dunes stretching for thousands of miles.
Finding a hidden underground base was no easy task!
So blatant?
A scene in the distance made Elbert narrow his eyes, puzzled.
He didn't hesitate, opening the hatch and jumping into the desert!
Ahead, on a square stage made of sand.
A middle-aged man stood in a black tailcoat, wearing a European-style top hat, with a handlebar mustache.
Behind the stage were decorations, a 20-foot-tall sand replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa!
And a grand palace, resembling the Taj Mahal of Castilia!
From afar, it looked like a sandcastle made by children on the beach!
The mustached man, dressed like a circus "Magician," stood straight on the stage, as if waiting for a performance.
Elbert approached slowly, full of questions.
Such an obvious display was unlike the Apocalypse Association's style!
But in this desolate desert, such bizarre behavior was also not normal!
Elbert's eyes quickly analyzed the data, searching for the man's background.
Robert: "This guy is a fugitive, with a history of mental illness, captured by Avalonia's supernatural research department, but escaped. He likely has special abilities."
"You actually came."
He spoke in Avalonia's language, "Allow me to introduce myself, Apocalypse Association's second branch president, Herschel Meroyer, known as the 'Magician.'"
Elbert frowned.
As a member of the Apocalypse Association, he actually revealed his identity, definitely a lunatic!
But Elbert didn't dare act rashly, fearing he might explode on the spot!
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