Chapter 402

Technology is the greatest natural enemy of the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice and the Qiyi; conversely, the same holds true.

The Master of Ceremonies slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils had already returned to normal black and white.

He bit the half ice pop in his mouth in one mouthful, and spoke in a gloomy, eerie tone:

"The Curse of the Evil Sacrifice can deceive technology, but the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice does not deceive the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice."

The communication channel fell dead silent, only a faint electric current sound reverberating.

Red Dragonfly's tongue tip lightly licked, rolling the straw into her mouth.

The next second, under the astonished gazes of the surrounding audience, she spat the straw out again; the straw was coated in her saliva, gleaming with a Qiyi luster in the sunlight.

The wild beast's breathing grew heavy; the manhole cover beneath its feet split open a crack silently.

He hurriedly withdrew his strength, moving his leg away; the rat swarm beneath the manhole cover let out terrified squeaks.

After a long time, the bald captain's voice reverberated in the communication channel, carrying a hint of gravity: "Confirmed it's the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice?"

The bald captain didn't enter the campus; the reason was his outfit of bald head + old man's shirt + slippers, which too greatly affected No. 8 Middle School's campus appearance, and he was stopped by the responsible security guard at the gate.

He wasn't annoyed either, and very cooperatively stayed outside the campus.

At this moment, the bald man was sitting sprawled by the roadside, under a certain jujube tree, picking bits of broken meat stuck in his teeth with his fingernails.

That broken meat glowed dark red, as if just torn from some creature's body.

The Master of Ceremonies chewed the ice pop in big mouthfuls while answering:

"Mhm, although, strictly speaking, I don't belong to the same kind as the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice, but this eye of mine is; it was removed from the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice by the laboratory and implanted into my body, so..."

The Master of Ceremonies paused, his eyeballs rolling around:

"I'm very certain, the kind of scene I see with my eyes is absolutely highly related to the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice; that concentration where almost half the body has become Qiyi-fied is absolutely not a simple Curse of the Evil Sacrifice implantation or transformation."

The 103 Party members trusted each other extraordinarily; they completely trusted the Master of Ceremonies' eyes; before his words were even finished, the same judgment simultaneously rose in all their hearts.

The bald man spat out a few words in a hoarse voice:

"A Curse of the Evil Sacrifice parasite?!!"

The bald man, or rather the 103 Party, of course hoped even more that it was the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice's main body, but thinking about it they knew it was unrealistic; if it truly was the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice's main body descending, then, not to mention the entire Nine Districts becoming a dead zone, at least all living people in this campus should have already been devoured or transformed.

The Master of Ceremonies opened his mouth and spat out the chewed ice pop stick, saying with much regret:

"Too bad it's not the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice main body, just a Curse of the Evil Sacrifice parasite, otherwise..."

Red Dragonfly mockingly interrupted: "Otherwise, you just peeked at her once a moment ago, and today we'd all have to die neatly right here."

Wild beast's breathing heavy: "But if we truly discovered a hidden Curse of the Evil Sacrifice main body, and before death sent the news back, that would be Destiny's favor to us."

A look of yearning appeared in the bald man's eyes; after a long time he said faintly:

"Forget it; those who can encounter the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice main body are all darlings exceptionally favored by Destiny; our 103 Party isn't qualified yet, we still have to keep working hard."

His voice carried a hint of unwillingness and longing, as if yearning for the legends of certain big shots in the organization striving to advance.

Pausing a moment, the bald man coughed once, his voice turning serious:

"According to the Action Code, discovering a Curse of the Evil Sacrifice parasite requires immediate capture and return to the nearest base with a Dissociation Laboratory; so where is the base nearest to us?"

The communication channel fell completely silent for a time.

After a long time, Red Dragonfly's tongue coating trembled slightly, emitting sound waves ordinary people cannot capture.

She also serves as the Liaison Officer within the 103 Party; that section of her tongue coating is the best "encryption satellite phone".

"The Lower City is a land abandoned by Destiny,"

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness,

"Only recently returned to Destiny's gaze. So within the Lower Nine Districts, there should still not be any of our bases. Perhaps they are being secretly established, but my 【Map】 hasn't updated yet."

The wild beast looked up at the haze in the sky, voice low: "So the nearest base requires returning to the Upper City. But after 【Tilt】, most passages between Upper and Lower City were destroyed by the Adjudicators. The few remaining passages are all heavily guarded under martial law."

His voice carried a hint of irritability: "We might be able to sneak across, but bringing a Curse of the Evil Sacrifice parasite would be no different from walking into a trap."

The bald man's brows knotted into a lump, speaking in a hoarse voice:

"When I came down I received notice that the Nine Districts indeed have our base, currently under construction. Once construction is complete, we should be assigned there nearby."

"It's just that 【Online】's confidentiality level is very high, and it still hasn't contacted us."

A murderous aura flashed in the wild beast's eyes; he said fiercely:

"Then we can only kill our way through a passage; me and Red Dragonfly will follow the captain in launching a suicide charge to create chaos; at that time, Master of Ceremonies, you think of a way to package the parasite as cargo and send it up."

The bald captain barely hesitated, saying: "Can do."

Red Dragonfly threw away the straw, tore off the milk tea lid, gulped it down ton-ton-ton, milk stains still lingering at the corner of her mouth, yet her smile was bewitching enough to make one's heart tremble:

"Can do."

Looking at their expressions and the tone in the communication, they didn't seem to be discussing a suicide charge at all, more like discussing what to eat for dinner; the madness seeping from the calm was simply bone-chilling.

The Upper Council defines 【Destiny】 as an SSS-Grade Evil Terrorist Organization; that is absolutely not an exaggeration or alarmist talk; even, it's putting it lightly.

The reason 【Destiny】 receives an SSS rating in the Upper City's counter-harm assessment system is not because it can only score SSS, but because the full score of that assessment system is only SSS.

This is already a cliff-like lead; you must know the second-ranked Evil Terrorist Organization scored only 617 points, receiving an SS- rating.

Mhm, full score is 750 points.

The Upper Council isn't without the thought of giving 【Destiny】 a separate, higher-difficulty, greater-harm assessment paper, but that proposal suffered massive destruction and obstruction from many evil organizations, and many important officials within the Upper Council also vigorously opposed it.

They and they, really cannot afford to lose that face.

The Master of Ceremonies at this moment interrupted his teammates' discussion, he said in a deep voice:

"Wait, the target is no ordinary parasite."

Red Dragonfly disdainfully curled her lip, her tongue trembling even more violently:

"You don't think we can't take her down, do you?"

The Master of Ceremonies took a deep breath; across the communication, his teammates could all hear his voice, as if sinking into a climax, filled with a pathological danger:

"No, what I mean is, she has been transformed by the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice too perfectly."

His voice carried a trace of trembling, as if suppressing some extreme excitement:

"She is extremely suitable for the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice's true body to descend upon; apart from insufficient strength, her physical constitution isn't solid enough to endure it."

The officiant's tone grew increasingly deep, each word squeezed out as if from between teeth:

"Such a nearly flawless Host Body — I find it hard to imagine the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice parasitizing her would not be moved. Perhaps, the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice's gaze might even fall upon her from time to time, watching her every bit of growth, every single breath."

The officiant greedily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the whites of his eyes faintly showing:

"So, my meaning is…."

End of Chapter