Chapter 176 The Conspiracy of the Cult Leader

The bun that Su Heng had just held in his hand was now put back on the plate.

Su Heng frowned.

Click on the message that pops up on your computer screen.

"Yancheng is destroyed!"

It's just four words, but it makes people feel as heavy as a mountain.

Yancheng is a large city only five hundred miles away from Wangjing. Although it is not as huge in scale and has a long history as Wangjing City, there are still more than one million humans living in it.

That city.

It is also one of the most prosperous human gathering places on the Atis continent.

In the dark doomsday, it shines like a pearl, but now, there is one less such city.

The news was disruptive.

There are many comments below the page.

"how so!?"

“The demise of Yancheng was not just due to the restricted area, there were human factors involved.”

"Another city was destroyed by the restricted area. The damn cultists should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."

Commenting

Some people are in disbelief and cannot accept the news no matter what.

Others were furious and hated the cultists to the point of madness.

But whatever that feels like.

Su Heng himself... couldn't relate to it.

In the Attis continent, Wangjing and Yancheng are two big cities that watch and help each other.

now…

After the demise of Yancheng.

On the entire continent, there is only one large-scale human gathering place in Wangjing. This kind of loneliness is unimaginable for many people in Wangjing City.

According to the records in the information

Yancheng perished in a super-large restricted area, and the formation of the restricted area seemed to have some human factors.

I read the comments for about half an hour.

Unconsciously, Su Heng stuffed all the breakfast he brought back into his stomach.

He sighed.

Turn off the computer and stop looking at it.

The threat of the restricted area is approaching step by step, and the shadow cast by the evil god has never dissipated.

If you want to live in peace and contentment, you can only do everything you can to improve the strength of the templates and unlock more templates.

Think so.

Su Heng made up his mind, lay on the bed, slowly closed his eyes,

Outside the window, the golden sunshine became brighter and brighter.

But in the room, Su Heng's consciousness had already sunk into a dream.

…

Under the sun, golden shadows.

Tens of kilometers away from Wangjing City, in a certain human gathering area.

There are dilapidated houses everywhere, with half-clothed men and women, their faces dull, squatting in the garbage, numbly rummaging for food.

The center of the gathering area.

From the dilapidated house covered with iron sheets, bursts of hoarse electronic sounds could be heard.

Gao Xiang was two meters tall, with bulging muscles that stretched his short shirt to pieces.

The door edge of the house was not high, so Gao Xiang lowered his head and reluctantly stepped inside.

Inside the dark room.

On the oil-stained table, an old portable speaker was buzzing and vibrating, and the hoarse electronic sound came from this thing.

"Boring."

Gao Xiang frowned, took a step forward, and pressed the switch.

Click.

The sound suddenly stopped.

There was silence in the house.

He pulled out a red lacquered wooden chair from under the table and sat down on it.

The chair creaked unbearably.

In front of Gao Xiang was an old man with long and narrow cheeks, a rat-like face, and a mustache. The old man was shrouded in shadows. At first glance, he gave people a feeling that he was not easy to get along with.

at this time.

He is closing his eyes,

There is also a pile of melon seeds on the plate at hand.

Taking a leisurely stroll seems to be a great time.

"You're back."

As if hearing the voice, the man with the mustache opened his eyes, with a faint cold light in his eyes.

"Why...don't you want me to come back?"

Gao Xiang said lightly.

"I heard that the person in charge of Qingcheng's special department personally planned to kill you. Although that guy is usually lazy, he is at least a strong person at the third life level. I thought you would never come back."

The old man smiled, but his tone was unceremonious.

"snort!"

Gao Xiang snorted coldly and did not answer.

These two people.

Gao Xiang, a sturdy middle-aged man, is the main target of this event and one of the only two remaining great mentors of the Wheel-Winning Church.

And in front of him.

The other person who could speak to him in this tone was naturally the cult leader of the Wheel-turning Church.

Just, I didn't expect it.

The operation was supposed to be seamless, but for some reason, the news was leaked midway.

Gao Xiang had already slipped out of Wangjing City before the Special Department took action. At this moment, Secret and the president of the Church of the Wheel are meeting in the wilderness base.

"Although I successfully escaped from this operation, not much of the foundation in Qingcheng is left."

Gao Xiang said lightly.

He reached out and pinched a melon seed and put it in his mouth.

Swallow it with the skin on.

When he said this, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, with a vague look of reluctance.

"well."

The old man sighed, "This kind of thing will happen sooner or later. After all, our strength is still too weak, and there is no way to compete with Sanke head-on."

He seemed very open-minded.

Open your mouth and keep talking.

But suddenly, he seemed to notice something.

But his skinny face wrinkled, he put down the melon seeds in his hand and said calmly, "I still have some things to do. You can stay here for now. If there are any arrangements later, I will tell you in advance."

"Okay, I hope I can gain something by then."

Gao Xiang said lightly.

The old man in front of him looked vulnerable, but in fact, as a strong man of the third life level, he was far stronger than himself in terms of strength.

"well"

Seeing Gao Xiang leave, the old man frowned and said, "It's another troublesome thing."

He said, standing up from his chair. He came to the counter behind him and patted it gently. Suddenly, a secret door appeared behind the counter.

The old man opened the secret door. Strangely, behind the secret door was a yellow mud wall.

But his figure was illusory, and the space around him rippled like water waves.

The mud wall gradually changed, and the scene behind it finally emerged.

It was a sealed house.

The house is not big, only about ten square meters.

There is a square altar among them.

The altar is very simple, with only a few criss-crossing lines on the surface and mysterious words embedded in it. Other than that, there are only four red candles burning faintly in the corners.

After the old man arrived, the red candle burned even more rapidly.

Like a pillar of fire rising into the sky.

This space was already airtight. After the fire pillar burned, the temperature rose rapidly, and the old man's face was also red.

But he didn't show any impatience at all, he just waited here quietly. valley

About half a minute passed.

Among the pillars of fire, a tall and majestic figure suddenly walked out.

He was holding an oak scepter and wearing golden armor. His whole body was shrouded in light. His face could not be seen clearly. All he could see was his gorgeous long golden hair, falling from behind.

"grown ups!"

The Dharma King of the Wheel-turning Church.

The leader of the cult who was hated by countless people in Qingcheng but could do nothing about it.

After seeing this guy, a look of respect suddenly appeared on his old and ugly face. He knelt forward and bowed to the ground.

But the golden figure in the firelight didn't answer.

Just looked at it lightly.

He waited until large drops of sweat appeared on Chakravartin's forehead before he snorted calmly.

"waste."

The man's voice was like thunder, echoing faintly in the room.

Chakravartin's face turned pale, but he did not dare to resist. He just knelt on the ground and did not speak.

"Get up."

After hearing this sentence.

Chakravartin, whose face was covered with sweat, breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up from the ground.

"I wonder what you want from me this time?" He asked respectfully with a shy face and a smile on his face.

"The Day of Judgment is coming and all things will come to an end."

The majestic figure with flowing golden hair and his body shrouded in flames said, "Light pours out from Jordan, but it cannot spread in the east. Anyone who disobeys the gods will be destroyed."

This sentence is unclear.

However, Chakravartin, the leader of a cult, understood it.

His face paled, and his voice trembled as he said, "Is this day finally coming?"

"hehe."

The man sneered, "How... is it possible that you still have expectations for those ignorant lambs? How do you think Yancheng perished? The so-called restricted area is just a manifestation of the power of our gods."

Although there was speculation, it was not until this news was confirmed.

Chakravartin took a deep breath, with a horrified look on his face.

"Then your order is..."

"Destroy Qingcheng."

The golden figure said, "Wangjing City is a place where gods hate it, and destruction is its only ending."

"hiss…"

Chakravartin trembled violently.

But he didn't respond.

His father died in a gang fight when he was very young.

And when he chose to become a cultist, his original purpose was just to gain strength and protect his mother.

did not expect.

Over the past few decades, his talents have been revealed, and he has gradually reached the top of the church.

In recent years, he has brought many disasters to Qingcheng.

But no matter what.

As a city where he has lived for decades, Chakravartin naturally does not want this city to be completely destroyed like Salt City.

"snort!"

The figure in the flames seemed to have expected that Roland Garros would make such a choice.

He did not continue to force him, but said calmly, "The final outcome is doomed. After the Day of Destruction arrives, under the light of the gods, only the most devout believers can ascend to the Kingdom of God. Unfortunately... you lost this qualifications."

Chakravartin forced a smile and did not reply.

"Do you have any other instructions?"

After rejection.

The priest from Jordan in front of him did not get angry, nor did he leave. The flames burned in the closed room, and crackling sounds were heard.

Chakravartin raised his head and asked with some confusion.

"You have the blessings and power given by the gods flowing in your body, so you must complete your mission. Otherwise..."

The priest sneered, "You know best the consequences of going against the will of the gods."

"I understand."

Chakravartin did not dare to be careless and quickly lowered his head and agreed.

"If you are not willing to do this, then another task will be left to you."

In a room full of people, if you want to open a window, everyone will disagree. But if you want to lift the roof, others will agree to open the window.

The truth behind this sentence was understood by the priest.

He first put forward a condition that the cult leader could never agree to.

After being rejected, come up with what you really want to achieve.

In this way, the task will be much smoother.

"Sir, please speak."

as expected.

Chakravartin, as the leader of a cult, but now being governed obediently, asked obediently.

"Destroy a willow tree."

"Um?"

Chakravartin was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

Before he could ask his question, the tall priest in front of him waved his hand.

The blazing flames in his hands were like quicksand on the seashore, gathering together instantly to form a lifelike three-dimensional picture.

In the picture, there is an undulating valley.

The most eye-catching thing is that in the middle of the valley, a willow tree reaches more than 300 meters, soaring into the sky. The huge crown of the tree is extremely lush, spreading out in the clouds, covering the entire valley.

It can be clearly seen that countless powerful beasts are entrenched around the valley.

There are also many strange and strange plants that have never been seen before.

Although not as huge as a willow tree, they are still lush and green, and they don't look like ordinary things.

King Chakravartin's face became a little ugly, and he said helplessly, "This willow tree is probably a strange species from heaven and earth. Beings that transcend the ordinary world, our Chakravartin Church has been attacked in turn by special departments, and our strength is greatly reduced at this moment."

"Such a difficult task is probably..."

Not finished yet

Cold sweat fell heavily on the top of Chakravartin's head.

"I know." The priest said, "This mission is very simple and you don't need to do it yourself."

"Then...Sir, how should we do it?"

Hear this.

Chakravartin breathed a sigh of relief, quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

"Human beings in the Golden Age perished because they attempted to steal the power of the gods because of their arrogance, and they perished. But after their demise, some of the results of the past survived."

The priest said calmly.

Chakravartin's face was startled, and then he listened carefully.

The secrets involved in this and the Golden Age are quite precious information for anyone.

In Wangjing City.

Only high-level officials like Zhao Liguo can find out about Scale Claw from certain channels.

"One of these plans is called the God-Creation Plan."

"Creating gods?"

Chakravartin was thinking about it and was shocked.

Although there are only two words in the plan, the ambition conveyed in it is not concealed.

"So, has this plan been successful?" The old man asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

"Of course it failed, but the plan did give birth to some powerful beings, which caused a lot of trouble to the god's army."

Having said this, the blond priest sneered, "The big boss behind your Wangjing City is the product of this plan."

"hiss…"

Chakravartin's eyes widened.

Although he is the leader of a cult, he only dominates small cities on the fringes. He is still far away from the position of the boss behind Wangjing City.

At this moment, I couldn't help but take a breath when I suddenly heard such confidential information.

However, more shocking news was yet to come.

Just listen to the priest continue to speak,

"Deep in the restricted area of ​​the Dark Mountains, there is a product of the failed god-making plan sleeping in it. It was once severely injured and injured by Youdu. But now, its power has gradually recovered over the long years, and Your mission..."

The priest paused slightly and said in a serious tone, "Wake it up and make it even crazier!"