Chapter 514: Cleansed World Accord

The Federation Investigation Bureau headquarters' third underground level, a circular conference hall.

An entire wall had become a holographic projection screen.

Blue‑white light flowed over each person's face, making the senior officials from branches worldwide look a bit pallid.

The Bu Lie Dian branch, the temporary representative of the North American Union, and several overseas allied‑nation heads whose names are hard to pronounce were all displayed on that wall via remote video.

Wei Gong sat at the head of the table.

Dressed in a Zhongshan suit with no accessories, his back was straight as an old flagpole planted in the ground.

He did not rush to speak.

He simply lifted the already‑cooled tea before him, took a sip, and set it down.

The cup's bottom clinked against the table, producing a light sound.

The entire conference hall fell silent.

"First, let's watch something."

Wei Gong lifted his chin.

The central projection lit up.

It was a freshly edited battle report.

Abandoned Factory, rainy night, Jiang Yuan knelt in a pool of blood, his flesh and skin melting and disintegrating.

The footage had no background music, only a hair‑raising hymn and the sticky sounds of flesh dissolving.

The North American representative furrowed his brows.

"Is this… Bloodflesh Holy Sound? In our files, this item is listed as Quasi S‑rank; an entire eradication unit that went in was completely wiped out."

"Continue watching."

Wei Gong's tone showed no inflection.

In the footage, the kneeling youth opened his eyes.

His pitch‑black pupils swallowed all light.

Then came commands, darkness, and hundreds of Dark Playing Cards weaving and slashing through absolute blackness.

Three seconds.

The Bloodflesh Holy Sound turned into a spread of black ash.

Someone in the hall gasped a cold breath.

It wasn't staged.

"Single‑person operation," Wei Gong read the data word for word, "the whole process ninety‑one seconds. Peak energy level reached mid‑S Ji. The most critical point…"

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over each face on that wall.

"The power was fully controllable. Post‑mission, the agents' physiological indicators were normal, minds clear, with no signs of loss of control."

Dead‑silent.

The Bu Lie Dian branch representative, a red‑haired middle‑aged man, opened his mouth and after a long pause forced out, "Controllable… S Ji Deceiver?"

"Yes."

Wei Gong nodded, "The first one."

The conference hall erupted in uproar.

Representatives from various nations chattered—some amazed, some skeptical, and a few North American guys wore very grim faces.

Wei Gong ignored the clamor.

He raised his hand, and another video was pushed to the center.

It was an internal report that the North American side reluctantly shared.

"Since North America was mentioned, stop hiding it,"

Wei Gong looked at that representative, a sharp glint flashing in the murky depths of his eyes.

"Below your Zhijiage Feixu, a thing emerged recently. It suppressed the entire underground nest of Spider Humanoids. Its energy level was also S,"

The North American representative's face darkened instantly.

This is the most tightly sealed intelligence they have.

"Director Wei, this is our internal…"

"What time is this, still dividing yours and mine?"

Wei Gong's voice was not loud, but like a hand, it directly clamped the other's throat.

"Two S Ji Deceivers. One east, one west. Almost born simultaneously. Everyone, do you truly think this is a coincidence?"

The red‑haired representative froze, "You mean…"

Wei Gong gave no answer.

He slowly rose.

In that instant, although he was just an elderly man with silver hair, the entire hall's weight seemed to press onto him.

"I gathered you today not to flaunt our combat power."

His voice sank, each word deliberate.

"It is to tell you that we have always misidentified the enemy."

"Gospel Church? Sai Men? Those Weird things running rampant across the world?"

"None of them."

He raised his hand and pressed a button on the table.

The entire projection wall dimmed, leaving only a slowly rotating, deep‑blue Earth at the center.

"Our true enemy."

Lord Wei stared at the planet and uttered a sentence that made everyone's blood freeze.

"It's someone who wants to turn this Earth into a gladiatorial arena's 'god'."

The conference hall fell silent, even the sound of breathing vanished.

The words "god" slammed down.

Someone laughed instinctively, but the laugh hung stiffly in the air.

"Director Wei, this joke... is a bit too far," the North American representative's forehead began to sweat.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Lord Wei's gaze was like two knives.

"Where did those Weird come from? Why have they erupted specifically in recent years? Why are the Rules of Weird Domain's arrival so precise, as if someone wrote a script behind the scenes?"

With each question he asked, the representative's face grew paler.

"I have evidence in my hand," Lord Wei said resolutely. "Someone is using the entire planet as an experiment, treating all of us as beasts tearing each other in a cage. Weird is a tool, Gospel Church is a pawn, even Sai Men... is just a finger it has thrust into the mortal world."

The red-haired representative's voice trembled: "If... if this is true, what do we use to fight the 'god'?"

That was the most desperate question in everyone's mind.

Lord Wei, however, smiled.

It was a cold smile that seemed to have pierced everything.

"God, no matter how strong, still needs a place to set foot."

He slapped the table with his palm.

"To repel the outside, one must first secure the inside!"

"Its anchor in the mortal world is the Gospel Church, it's that madman Sai Men! As long as we completely uproot those two things from the ground, the so‑called 'god' will become a rootless tree!"

"I propose—"

Lord Wei surveyed the room, his voice suddenly rising.

"Immediately activate the 'Clean World Protocol'. The world should set aside prejudice; all branches, all resources, all those who wield deceit, should pour out. There is only one goal."

"Erase the Gospel Church from this planet."

The words rang out like a thrown stone.

On the projection wall, faces shifted from terror to solemnity, finally hardening into a resolute determination to burn the boats.

The red-haired representative was the first to stand: "Bu Lie Dian branch, unconditional cooperation."

Then the second, then the third followed.

Even the North American representative, who had been stiff‑necked, remained silent for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and nodding.

The meeting dissolved under a heavy atmosphere.

The long corridor outside the conference hall was dimly lit.

Su Ming leaned against the wall, half his face wrapped in bandages, only his right eye exposed, faintly reflecting the corridor light.

Liang Wen held his Black Flame Knife, unusually not striking any flamboyant pose, merely holding an unlit cigarette, his face thoughtful.

"Did you see it?"

Su Ming suddenly spoke, his voice very soft.

"What?" Liang Wen turned his head.

"Lord Wei's move," Su Ming's right eye flashed coldly, "is a Yang scheme."

Liang Wen frowned, "Yang scheme? Isn't attacking the Gospel Church a matter of obvious righteousness?"

"On the surface, yes."

Su Ming glanced toward the conference hall.

"But don't forget the Chen Yao incident, Lu Yu's crystal stone in his heart... all point to one issue. Our Core layer has long been infiltrated by something filthy."

The cigarette in Liang Wen's mouth went out.

"You mean... Inside Traitor?"

"Can't be uncovered," Su Ming shook his head, "that thing is hidden so deep even Lord Wei can't trace its tail. Conventional methods are useless."

He paused, the light in his single eye grew colder.

"So Lord Wei simply stopped investigating."

"He intends to use an overwhelming external war that leaves no one untouched, forcing everyone onto the stage."

Su Ming's voice was pressed down to a whisper.

"Force that 'god' hidden in the Core layer to reveal its flaw on its own."

At the end of the corridor, the conference hall doors slowly closed.