Chapter 248: The Battlefield of Many Super-Tier Demon Gods

When Frank came out of the Endless Corridor, the M. E. G. people hadn't arrived yet.

Mr. X originally wanted to ask about the situation inside, but seeing Frank frowning, looking heavy, and closing his eyes in thought, he stopped talking instantly.

After another period of time, the M. E. G. person in charge with a small team finally arrived at the scene. Seeing the armor on Mr. X, the people in the team were silent for a few minutes.

"Hello, Mr. Frank, I am Joel, M. E. G.'s action executor." Joel greeted very politely.

"Hello, don't waste time on politeness now, take me directly to see that Marauder's Map." Frank said in a slightly commanding tone, grabbing the initiative as soon as he came up.

Frank, who had been in the army and intelligence agencies, knew very well that some so-called leaders were full of nonsense and liked to use various rhetoric to make people guess, so as to determine the status of both sides while finding a rhythm to shift blame in advance.

Although he didn't know whether the action executor in front of him was different from the leaders he knew in this crisis-ridden environment, Frank still speculated about the other party with the worst ideas. After all, time really couldn't be wasted now. Every bit of time wasted increased the probability of Johnson encountering an accident.

Joel didn't expect Frank to be so direct. However, before coming over, M. E. G. held a small meeting internally, and the meeting set a tone, which was that if what Mr. X said in the email was true, then all actions should be based on cooperation.

"Then please follow me." Joel waved his hand and led several team members to clear the way in front.

Moving forward for about half an hour, the sporadic entities that appeared on the way were directly killed by Frank, without delaying a bit of time.

Finally, they saw the M. E. G. headquarters building. This was a bottom-level building built in a multi-warehouse area. The environment of this level itself limited their construction space. The outer wall part was a defense facility similar to a city wall made of hard reinforced concrete, and sufficient shooting ports were left on the defense facility.

The various traces left by battles on the outer wall indicated that this place was not absolutely safe, and they had also faced large-scale entity monster attacks many times.

Before entering, Frank brushed his right hand on the suspension ring, and radar detection was turned on.

The *beep-beep-beep* prompt sounded immediately. The map presented by the radar had multiple scattered light spots, indicating that the suspension ring had found the breath left by Johnson or Connors in multiple locations.

Joel didn't ask much along the way, nor did he try to separate Mr. X and Frank. He kept a low profile and took Frank directly into the dangerous goods storage, where the Marauder's Map had been temporarily transferred.

After taking out the rolled-up Marauder's Map from the box, Frank reached out and pressed toward the Marauder's Map. The Holy Light covered in his hand conveyed information at a special frequency. This was the universal password frequency that Frank and Johnson had agreed upon a long time ago.

*Swish*, the Marauder's Map suddenly opened, and a strand of spirituality entangled the active particles in the air, highlighting a piece of information in front of Frank.

【I think you will always come to find me, obviously I didn't guess wrong.】

【This is the 118th day of waking up. The key to the cabin is still in an invalid state. The gap generated by the portal opened is too short for me to pass through, and the items projected in advance cannot enter the portal. I think I must be trapped here.】

【With the joint efforts of Lao Die and Connors, we successfully established a temporary base in this urban legend. The constant permanent Qi magic can last for at least fifty years, and the various traps around can also greatly reduce the number of various strange urban legend derivatives.】

【The 150th day of waking up, we must start exploring this place. The number of monsters has increased significantly. Lao Die thinks that there must be some place maintaining the number of monsters, and we must destroy it.】

【In addition, I have been promoted to a Puppet Master. There are products similar to potion raw materials in this strange world. I think it must be related to the Genie, but this conjecture cannot be verified. I hope that when you come here, you haven't found yourself pulled too far by me.】

【The 290th day of waking up, it has been almost a year since waking up. We saved some humans who accidentally entered this urban legend. According to estimates, they will establish a permanent base here. In addition, Lao Die and Connors found a place similar to a monster refresh point.】

【The 350th day of waking up, we successfully destroyed the monster refresh point named the Skinner. However, we are not happy. Lao Die was injured. The Dog Talisman could not heal after suicide. This must be a problem.】

【The 411th day of waking up, we tried to noclipping out of this level. There, we saw the truth of this place. I must remind you, never stay too long when noclipping out or in levels, that is very dangerous. Dormammu's power seems to be clashing with this world, and we can still feel other powerful rule forces. This place has become one of the core battlefields.】

【The 490th day of waking up, we were locked by an elite monster produced by the urban legend world. It is a strange guy similar to a peanut. As long as you blink, it can attack us instantly. After fighting, I found a way to control it with spiritual threads, but it is not just this one monster that is eyeing us.】

【The 491st day, that monster broke free. Lao Die banished it to other worlds, but we can no longer stay in this level. We must go deeper. In this level, the power of the urban legend is too strong, and only by going to more complex areas can we find a balance point.】

【The 492nd day, this should be my last message. We are ready to set off. We left some magic items and technical data for the humans in this world, hoping they can survive here strongly. Before leaving, we destroyed all the monster generation points we could find, which might be of some help to them.】

When the information display ended, the front of the Marauder's Map suddenly displayed a strange image, which was a route map full of nodes.

After experiencing noclipping out, Frank understood that this should be their action trajectory on that huge spider web, just didn't know if it still had any effect after so many years.

Frank took a deep breath. Johnson's message confirmed some of his thoughts. The crisis hidden in this world was indeed very large.

Time was the power the Ancient One was best at, hellfire was Mephisto's signature, and the most widely existing energy in the Dark Dimension also meant that Dormammu was paying attention here. If you count the Genie...

This was simply the most terrifying battlefield. The level 21 sub-demon god level in front of these people was just slightly stronger than ordinary people.

"How long has it been?" Frank turned to Joel and asked.

Mr. X beside him pricked up his ears. He just learned that there were so many inside stories about the founding of M. E. G.

"I don't know. I only know that since M. E. G. was founded, the Marauder's Map has been there. It has been 122 years." Joel replied, "However, in fact, M. E. G. split from another more ancient organization."

"Why split?" Mr. X couldn't help asking.

"Because... the philosophy is different." Joel sighed, "Some people in the organization think that defense has no future. They want to take the initiative to destroy all entities. Others have infinite admiration for the Saint. They think all actions are meaningless. They want to walk the path of pilgrimage to find the Saint."

"Does the Saint refer to my friend and them?" Frank continued to ask.

Joel affirmed, "Without them, the origin of human gathering points would not be so easy to establish. In addition, I want to ask, how old are you?"

"You want to ask why I came now, right." Frank pointed out Joel's hint, "The time flow is different. I have only been in seclusion for more than a month."

"Then, would you like to go see the Prophet with me?" Joel asked tentatively.

"Prophet? Okay." Frank responded.

Joel glanced at Mr. X standing behind them.

"I won't go. I'll wait here." Mr. X knew his positioning very well.

Frank nodded. When going to the logistics area with Joel, Joel introduced the person of the Prophet to Frank.

"Our Prophet is already the third generation. It is said that when the original organization was established, the first-generation Prophet already existed." Joel said slowly, as if telling a legendary story, "When the organization split, it was also the Prophet who tried every means to prevent this split from developing into mutual slaughter. The Saint's Relic... the things the Saint left for us were also distributed by the Prophet at that time."

Following Joel's narration, Frank walked into a place full of life-support equipment, where the air had been filtered.

However, after entering the room, what Frank saw was a lizard man lying on the bed. His skin was wrinkled, and his body was abnormally thin. He felt like he was on the verge of death.

"He is the Prophet." Joel said and stood at the door silently.

Frank put his hand on the Prophet. Between the surging Holy Light, he brought a little vitality to the Prophet's withered body.

"You are the Saint's friend, right? They have already told me." The Prophet looked at Frank like a flash of light before death, "To be able to see you, I have no regrets in death."

Frank didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I am 110 years old this year. If there was no transformation potion, I would have passed away long ago." The Prophet continued.

"Transformation potion?"

The Prophet opened the drawer beside him and took out an empty syringe, "It's the light green potion in here. The Saint left behind the method of making it, but we can't replicate it. Really..."

Frank patted his hand to show comfort. That should be Connors' invention. Connors was also a top biological genius, and many raw materials for the potion should be laboratory products, which could only be manufactured in high-precision laboratories on Earth. It was not their fault that they couldn't replicate it.

"In addition, there is this." The Prophet took out another crystal carved into the shape of a pufferfish. The crystal had become transparent and was covered with cracks.

"The previous Prophet said that when he became the Prophet, the crystal was full of energy. At that time, the base didn't need city walls at all. A powerful barrier could block the attack of all entities. When it shattered, the organization finally moved toward splitting."

"The Prophet said that they once tried to inject energy into it, but as the cracks grew larger, the energy could no longer remain in it."

Watching the person in front of him fall into memories, Frank couldn't bear it but still interrupted, "Do you know where they finally went?"

The Prophet shook his head, "I don't know. It should be a very deep level. However, the previous one left me information. Those pilgrims found some traces left by the Saint on a wasteland. But those pilgrims haven't sent back information for a very, very long time."

"The route map to the wasteland should be like this." The Prophet took out a piece of paper that had already been drawn, which was a route map similar to the one on the Marauder's Map.

Frank looked at the Prophet with slight astonishment. The Prophet smiled, and the wrinkles on his face piled up together, "The prerequisite for us to become Prophets is to go see the real world, relying on a relic left behind, which is a full set of armor. However, it has lost its efficacy under the erosion of time, so the next generation of Prophets may not appear again."

"We are here, don't worry." Frank still respected such an old man who dedicated his whole life.

"I know. Joel, tell that little one, I'll take the Saint's friend to the inheritance room." The Prophet got off the bed and looked at Joel and said.

Joel nodded and retreated. He should be going to contact the M. E. G. person in charge. He led the team to open up new survival areas in more dangerous levels.

Under the guidance of the Prophet, Frank walked into a secret room. As soon as he entered here, Frank felt an environment completely different from the outside. Magic circuits were carved around the secret room, most of which had failed, and only some were still operating.

In the center of the inheritance room, a pocket watch was placed. Frank saw at a glance that it was the divination item that Johnson never left his side.

The Prophet let go of Frank's arm, and the whole person became serious, his hands drawing complex patterns in the air.

Only then did Frank discover that the Prophet was actually a sequencer. He should be the same as Johnson, walking the path of a Diviner. It was just because he was too old and his spirituality had withered, so he couldn't perceive it.

Under the control of the Prophet, the pocket watch dial began to rotate, linking the surrounding magic patterns to light up. With so many blessings, the ability exerted by the Prophet rose rapidly, reaching the intensity of a mid-sequence level.

However, this magic seemed to have no attack effect, just transmitting some information.

"The previous Prophet said that the Saint explained that if there is time, you can try to open this distress array. The Saint's world will definitely receive the news to help us!" The Prophet turned to look at Frank, his eyes slightly eager, as if he wanted Frank to tell him that everything they had done for so many years was not in vain, even if it was a lie.

Frank was about to speak when the suspension ring in his hand lit up first.

"Frank, did you find the person?" Wang's voice came from the suspension ring.

The Prophet's eyes projected bright light, as if everything had been acknowledged. Everything they paid, everything they paid was worth it. ===== CHAPTER 249 =====