coobybook Chapter 1171 It turns out to be you
Chapter 1171 It turns out to be you
Willow Oriole was somewhat surprised.
Although she had been with the company for so long, this was the first time she had seen the chairman take action.
For the other directors, the chairman's true strength had always been a mystery.
Even among the players themselves, none of them knew the chairman's identity.
I never expected that the chairman could suppress Qiongqi, a twelfth-order ghost god-level undead creature, so easily!
The Qiongqi demon stared at the chairman from inside the jar, its scarlet pupils contracting sharply: "How did you, a mere ant from a later generation, know about this ancient spell specifically used to suppress ferocious beasts?!"
The chairman slowly lowered his finger, ignoring Qiongqi's question.
His gaze swept over the still-shaken scientists, his voice calm yet authoritative: "Now, restart the device."
"Yes...yes!" The scientists snapped out of their daze, barely suppressing the lingering fear in their souls, and hurriedly recalibrated the system, activating the necromantic energy extraction device for the second time.
This time, the Qiongqi ghost, whose power had been completely locked by the soul curse, was powerless to resist.
He could only watch helplessly as his own primordial soul power, like silk being peeled away from an onion, transformed into a pure, dark red energy stream, flowing continuously through the energy conduits connecting the two tanks into the enormous embryo that was nurturing a terrifying being...
Under the dual suppression of the excruciating pain of having its soul extracted and the forbidden technique, Qiongqi's consciousness rapidly blurred and sank. Before completely succumbing to eternal darkness, its last remaining consciousness stared intently at the chairman's figure outside the jar, its scarlet pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints, as if it understood something.
"So...it was...you..."
He slowly closed his scarlet, ferocious eyes, falling into deathly silence. His massive, undead body slowly solidified within the jar, like a frozen sculpture, sinking into an endless slumber...
......
The Palace of Fallen Priests.
This is a magnificent palace standing in the realm of darkness. Black pillars support a towering dome, whose murals depict obscure stars and distorted shadows.
Its scale and layout are almost identical to the Temple of the Holy Priest, except that the main color here is black.
This is where all the fallen divine sorcerers, the apostles of the rebellious gods, gather on the map of all races.
Once upon a time, the influence of the gods on the four continents overwhelmingly crushed the rebellious gods and fallen priests. The fallen divine sorcerers were like shadows living in the sunlight, forced to hide on the four continents. When they were out in the world, they either had to conceal their identities so that they could not be discovered by those around them, or they could only stay in the territory of the dark races, like rats in the gutter.
but now......
"The prophetic device has been activated, and the Lord's extreme Yin power has severed the connection between the priests of the Light races and the divine realm."
A woman with black hair and red eyes, dressed in papal robes, stood at the highest position in the hall.
She had a cascade of long, jet-black hair, skin as white as snow, and a face that was both beautiful and mature, exuding an eerie nobility and a deadly allure.
Those deep, blood-red eyes were now looking down at the group of rebellious god's apostles standing solemnly below. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was clear, cold, and full of power: "My lord's extreme Yin power has severed the connection between the light-element priests and their divine realm!"
"Now, without the support of the divine realm, the priests of those light-based races will no longer have the strength to contend with us! Before long, their power will gradually decline, and the rate at which the divine mages and temple warriors collectively drop in level will accelerate... At that time, we won't even need to lift a finger; the Temple of the Priests will naturally weaken on its own!"
In this world, the faith of the priests in the gods and the awe of the common people of all races towards the gods come not only from the gods' powerful strength, but also from the divine power bestowed upon the apostles in the mortal realm by the gods.
If all these mortal sorcerers and temple warriors begin to rapidly lose levels, then the faith of these priests will naturally waver, and their pillars of faith will collapse.
People of all races will begin to wonder if something has happened in the realm of gods, and whether the gods are about to perish.
Inside the hall, the eyes of the fallen sorcerers who stood solemnly blazed with fanatical flames, and excited whispers surged like a tide.
The black-haired, blood-red-eyed female pope spread her arms wide, her broad papal robes billowing like wings: "And our supreme ruler—the Lord of Extreme Yin! will personally take back control of this world from those false gods who have stolen our glory!"
"Take over the world!"
"Take over the world!"
"Take over the world!"
The fervent shouts, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, reverberated throughout the hall!
At this moment, the middle-aged man and the old man returned.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!" The two knelt before the Pope.
The black-haired, blood-red-eyed pope glanced at them and said calmly, "It's you... I sent you to the Underworld City to investigate the forbidden power. Did you find anything?"
"Yes!" the old man said excitedly, "Your Holiness, we have made a major discovery!"
"Oh?" Curiosity flickered in the Pope's eyes. "What discovery?"
"We didn't actually go to the explosion crater in the underworld this time; we went to Kyoto instead..."
The old man and the middle-aged man were about to tell the Pope what they had seen about Lan Mi and the others at the Kyoto War Academy.
However, at that moment, their eyes suddenly went blank, as if they had been pierced by invisible ice needles!
A spell in their minds was triggered!
That was an illusion that Lan Mi left in their minds before she let them go!
In an instant, the old man and the middle-aged man felt their memories were in disarray, and they couldn't recall what had happened before...
Seeing the troubled expressions on the faces of the old man and the middle-aged man, the Pope narrowed her eyes and said, "Why did you stop talking? Didn't you say you had made a major discovery?"
"This...we...we made a major discovery..."
The middle-aged man scratched his head vigorously. He didn't know why, but suddenly it was as if his memory had vanished; for a moment, he couldn't remember anything at all!
The old man was equally anxious and confused. How could he have suddenly forgotten?
Just then, a memory flashed through their minds like a slideshow!
Both of them were stunned for a moment, completely unaware that a memory that didn't originally exist had been forcibly implanted into their minds...
Immediately, both of them beamed with joy: "Ah, I remember now!"
The Pope glanced at them again and said coldly, "If you remember, then speak quickly."
"It's Gene Corporation!" the old man said earnestly. "The explosion that turned Ming City into a basin wasn't actually the work of the Ye family. There was a mastermind behind it that no one could have imagined... Gene Corporation!"