Chapter 1014: I am Looking Forward to It

I am Looking Forward to It

The Church.

Headless corpses lay amidst the gurgling pools of blood. The cuts on their necks were smooth and neat, as if their heads had been plucked away out of thin air...

Numerous somewhat wretched figures of Fire-Stealers walked hurriedly among the ruins, moving and recording these corpses one by one.

"Those people in the Dungeon, except for the four carrying the memories of the Judgment Proxies, all the rest died... Not a single one was left alive."

"After all, it was the King who personally took action. Killing this bunch of guys is as simple as crushing a few ants."

"Oh right, it turns out that the Knight carrying Hong Xiu's memories also escaped during the chaos. Should we send people to search for him?"

Huang He, wearing a Straw Hat, hesitated for a moment. "... Forget it. Our Fire-Stealers also suffered quite a loss during this riot, and we are short on manpower... Moreover, now that the Silver King has returned to hold down the fort, no one can stir up any waves."

After speaking, Huang He glanced in the direction of the Church.

Huang He was just about to say something when a figure appeared out of thin air. A British Overcoat stepped across the scarlet pool of blood, walking slowly toward them.

"... King."

Huang He and Lan Yu simultaneously lowered their heads respectfully. The surrounding Fire-Stealers retreated to both sides even more, not daring to utter a sound.

Behind the Silver King, a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe also slowly advanced. His four limbs seemed to be controlled by someone, exuding bizarre air with every movement.

The instant this splash of red appeared, everyone's gaze gathered over. Huang He and the others stared intently at this chief culprit who nearly overturned the Wuji Domain, wishing they could tear him to pieces...

But Chen Ling completely ignored everyone's gazes. A pair of emotionless eyes looked ahead, seemingly treating the others as air.

"You two, come with me."

The Silver King glanced at Huang He and Lan Yu, speaking indifferently.

The two didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent and immediately followed behind the Silver King and Chen Ling, walking toward the depths of the Church.

The group passed through the shattered luxurious long corridor and entered an office. With a gentle wave of the Silver King's hand, the desk vanished into thin air, exposing a corpse compressed and hidden beneath it to the air.

It was exactly Chi Tong.

Seeing Chi Tong's corpse, the eyelids of both Huang He and Lan Yu twitched. They simultaneously looked at Chen Ling's back, their expressions incredibly odd...

The Silver King gazed at Chi Tong's corpse for a moment without speaking.

He stepped directly over Chi Tong's corpse, arriving in front of a cabinet. Casually grabbing at the void, several documents related to the manufacturing of Dirty Bombs appeared in his palm.

The only two remaining Thief Saints obediently stood behind him, waiting as time slipped away minute by minute...

After an unknown amount of time,

The Silver King finally spoke with a hint of regret:

"To think that the goal was 90% completed in such a short amount of time... Chi Tong did very well."

"Chi Tong was indeed conscientious. During the time you were absent, he managed the allocation of all production capacity very well, often working overtime late into the night." Huang He let out a long sigh while secretly glancing at Chen Ling from the corner of his eye.

Regardless of the previous relationship among the Thief Saints, Chi Tong was already dead now, and he was deeply praised by the Silver King. The two Thief Saints would naturally follow the topic and express regret over Chi Tong's death.

And the chief culprit who killed Chi Tong stood calmly in place, acting as if he hadn't done any of this.

The Silver King spoke again:

"There is still 10% left. Have all factories speed up their progress and complete production within three days."

"Three days?" Huang He froze, hesitating before speaking. "King... isn't three days too short? In order to speed up production capacity, Chi Tong had already allocated all the workers' time to the absolute limit long ago. It's impossible to be any faster..."

The Silver King narrowed his eyes slightly and cast a glance at Huang He. The latter immediately lowered his head and spoke no more.

"Only three days."

The Silver King repeated again.

This time, Huang He didn't dare to raise the slightest objection and immediately nodded, "Yes."

"King, then what about him?" Lan Yu asked, pointing at Chen Ling.

As the source of the Wuji Domain riot, the chief culprit who played everyone in circles, the murderer who killed Chi Tong... everyone was waiting to see how the Silver King would deal with Chen Ling.

In front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, the Silver King slowly turned around. His slightly curly black hair looked cold and crafty like a snake in the dim light.

"Next, in the name of the Wuji Base, transmit a message to all the other Realms..."

"Transmit a message to the Realms?" Both Huang He and Lan Yu froze.

It was indeed possible to transmit messages between the major Realms through certain means, but ever since the Silver King took control of the Wuji Domain, he had cut off the communication system and train tracks here, making the Wuji Domain an isolated island independent of all other Realms.

But now, the Silver King actually planned to restore communications and take the initiative to transmit a message to all the other Realms?

"... What do you want to transmit?"

"Since the Great Cataclysm, humanity has only been able to barely survive under the impact of the Calamities. Several Realms have been reduced to ruins. It is time to fight back..." The Silver King spoke leisurely,

"The Wuji Domain will take the lead in attacking. Three days from now... we will publicly execute the World-Ending Fusionist, Chen Ling."

Hearing the final sentence, shock surfaced on the faces of Huang He and Lan Yu simultaneously!

"You want to... execute him?"

"Correct."

"But if you kill him, won't the Calamity of Mockery come out??"

The Silver King smiled faintly, "You don't need to worry about that... Just do as I say and transmit the message."

Huang He and Lan Yu looked at each other. Although they couldn't figure out what the Silver King was thinking, they still nodded...

Once the two left, the Silver King's gaze returned to Chen Ling.

He lightly raised his fingertips, and the figures of the two vanished from their spots instantly. When they appeared again, they had already arrived in the dim Confessional...

Before Chen Ling could regain his senses, it was as if he was swatted flying by an invisible giant hand, and his entire person was nailed dead onto a massive cross!

This cross stood in the center of the Confessional, and behind it was an enormous glazed floor-to-ceiling window. The dim setting sun passed through the smog and the window surface, shrouding the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, as bright red as blood.

With his hands tucked in his pockets, the Silver King stood calmly below the cross, his deep blue eyes emitting a mysterious faint light:

"Knowing that you are about to die soon... how does it feel?"

Under Demigod methods, Chen Ling's four limbs were imprisoned, unable to exert the slightest bit of strength. Like a sinner about to be executed at a Fire Execution stake, he lowered his head. However, beneath the messy black tips of his hair, his eyes were unprecedentedly calm.

His drooping eyelids slowly lifted, looking down upon the Silver King. After an unknown amount of time, he finally spoke faintly:

"... I am looking forward to it."