Chapter 1149: Swallowing the Forbidden and Abandoning the Human Body
Chapter 1149: Swallowing the Forbidden and Abandoning the Human Body
At the Daxun Delegation’s headquarters, security personnel were fully mobilized. Their tasks included protecting the headquarters itself and preventing the Daxun gathering area from being attacked again in the event of urban chaos.
The city guard hired from the central city also gathered here, deploying patrol teams at the main street entrances of the gathering area.
They were indeed doing their job for pay, and even if the Sealed Hall area was in turmoil, they paid no heed.
Chen Chuan, realizing the severity of the situation in Vail Asia Central City, moved to the rooftop of the headquarters.
Looking up into the sky, he saw that the vague outlines within the light bands had become somewhat fainter. It was difficult to explain the effects of this ancient ritual, but it was certainly preventing anything from the other side from entering this world.
With that mental force blocking it, there should be no problem.
He then looked toward the Sealed Hall. The height of the headquarters building allowed him to see some things. There was a mist enveloping the entire area, with a hazy light floating above it. There were also twinkling lights in the sky, which were likely combat airships.
The mobilization of so many airships suggested that the situation was extremely critical.
At that moment, his brow flickered, and he used his Heavenly Eye to look. The mist almost instantly became transparent, revealing the ritual domain as large patches of light that surged from the ground and spread across the sky. In the darkness, it was exceptionally prominent, like an aurora from another world. The neon lights in comparison seemed to fade into insignificance.
He could now see three major impact points, two of which were more active in the domain collisions, while the third was relatively quiet, as if it were waiting for the other two to resolve.
He focused on the northern position. After mastering the two major rituals, his perception of certain things had become exceptionally acute. He easily sensed that the entity he had encountered at the Sealed Hall was being blocked there, and his gaze lingered on that spot.
If other entities escaped from the Sealed Hall, he wouldn’t interfere much, but as a member of the Purists, he wouldn’t allow them to wreak havoc outside.
If these entities were to break free or escape the ritual’s restraint, they would immediately tear open a fissure, causing more destruction than the sacrifices of the New Light Cult. Once the energy from the other side poured in, their strength would far exceed what was visible now.
Now, it was a matter of whether the setup at the Sealed Hall could handle it. If it couldn’t, he wouldn’t let the situation go unmanaged.
At that moment, his Jie Ping emitted a notification sound, and Xie Tuanzhang’s voice came through: "Chen Chuang, the First Escort Unit has sent a message to you. I’ve drafted it into a message for your review."
Chen Chuan waited a moment, and a message appeared on the Jie Ping’s screen. The First Escort Unit informed him that they had received a security assistance request from the Federation’s executive hall, hoping he could help defend the Sealed Hall if he was available.
The message also included the identities of the three prisoners about to break out of the Sealed Hall. The Federation wouldn’t provide this information, so it was likely the work of the intelligence department.
He was very familiar with the identities of two of the prisoners. His gaze swept over, and he raised an eyebrow at the identity of the last one.
No wonder the Federation executive government had acted so quickly this time.
This was a former Federation executive officer, declared to have died from a relapse of a chronic illness accumulated during his tenure, a significant figure in the Federation’s history textbooks, with a statue in the memorial hall.
Now, this executive officer had escaped and, having actually swallowed a forbidden object and turned into a monster, was being held. This would severely damage public perception and the Federation government’s image, and it had to be suppressed at all costs.
He could help with this, and he had intended to do so anyway.
Moreover, the First Escort Unit’s usual approach would ensure he wouldn’t be left to do all the work, which made him quite pleased.
He tapped his Jie Ping and reconnected with Xie Tuanzhang, saying, "Xie Tuanzhang, I’ve decided to accept the First Escort Unit’s commission and assist in the defense."
Xie Tuanzhang’s steady voice came through, "Chen Chuang, be careful."
Chen Chuan acknowledged, and his cloak fluttered as a force field lifted him into the air. He then vanished in a flash.
In front of the Sealed Hall, Dahyel Rosade faced his former superior, speaking solemnly, "Sir, when you were imprisoned, I was still on the front lines. When I returned, I only heard that you had died of illness. I didn’t believe it.
Looking at the figure opposite him, as if searching for a familiar feeling, he continued, "Sir, as a martial artist, you took many injuries on the battlefield, but how could you be defeated by illness? Even if you had undergone mutation, that would have been more plausible.
Only after I continued my investigations, and they saw they couldn’t hide it, did they tell me about this."
He sighed, his eyes becoming complex, "Sir, you shouldn’t have taken that thing."
Looking at the figure with its many writhing arms, he said with great determination, "If you were like this, I would have voted in favor, too, if I had been there."
Cawington let out a low, chuckling laugh. "General Rosade, you are as straightforward and persistent as ever. Just like when I planned to attack the East Tower Fortress, you were the only one who dared to oppose me. A man like you would never understand."
Rosade frowned. "Understand what?"
Cawington replied, "After I became the Chancellor, I reviewed the old archives and learned some things..." His voice grew even lower, "We are destined to lose, so I must take this step."
He then raised a hand to stop Rosade from asking his next question. "You don't need to ask what it is, and you don't need to try to convince me. Dahyel, you've never been an ambitious man. Though you are a good commander, you are not suited to be a politician. Knowing certain things would only bring you more trouble. Just lead your troops well and don't think too much about it.
As for me..."
He slowly straightened his body. "As the Chancellor, I have many more things to consider."
Rosade fell silent for a moment before speaking. "Sir, I've heard this kind of talk from you before, but I know you. You are a man with a strong drive and insatiable ambition. Your greed knows no bounds. You became the Chancellor only to become stronger. To achieve that, you would do anything. So I can't be sure if what you say is true. I can only express my doubts."
Cawington suddenly grew angry. "Don't judge me with your shallow understanding! Everything I do has its own logic. If I remain trapped, I will never be able to prove my ideas. You will only accuse me of being wrong!
Now that I am free, it's my turn to prove it!
Also, let's end this conversation. I know you are trying to buy time, but do you think this time will make any difference? What can you change?!"
As his emotions intensified, his voice turned into a roar, echoing through the room. A white light began to emanate from his body, forming bright, shimmering light bands.
Rosade's orange-yellow aura also expanded outward. He clenched his fists and said, "Sir, I was never your match before, but now..."
In the next moment, he appeared in front of Cawington and delivered a powerful punch. Cawington tried to dodge to the side, but his body moved sluggishly, as if rusted and stuck. The punch, enveloped in a blinding light, struck his chest and abdomen, creating a large hole!
Cracks instantly spread across his body, and a surge of energy clashed within, causing his body to swell as if inflated. His arm behind him shattered into pieces.
Rosade looked up at the bloodshot, grayish-white eyes and said, "Sir, you are too weak."
Inside the White Rock Long Hall, the managers watched the scene through Alura's domain, feeling elated and excited.
Rosade, a veteran fighter who had been active on the battlefield since the early days of the Federation, possessed extraordinary explosive power and offensive prowess. He was once known as "Cannon" due to his immense strength, and even a Federation artillery piece was named after him!
Now, his strength had only grown, and even a Throne Arena Fighter like Cawington could not withstand a single punch from him.
Of course, this was also because the former Chancellor's spirit was completely sealed by the ritual and the relics, leaving him with very little active power. This made it seem as though the battle was already over.
Len glanced at the other two areas. Mr. Weiss from the Starlight Academy was suppressing the entity on that side, but the domain there was more chaotic, making it difficult to see the exact situation.
As for the former emperor, there was no significant movement yet, and the situation seemed stable, but he had a nagging feeling that he was overlooking something.
"Truly impressive."
Cawington looked at his easily penetrated chest and the shattered spiritual fire, showing a look of surprise and admiration.
"But Rosade, do you remember what I said? You need to completely and thoroughly eliminate your opponent, because even if they are down, they can still fire a fatal shot at you."
After delivering his punch, Rosade was about to attack again, but he couldn't. When he made contact with Cawington, he felt a mental force seeping into his body.
This made his altered tissues stiffen, preventing him from continuing to mobilize his internal power.
He knew this was the mental oppression of a Throne Arena Fighter. Any fighter who had not reached their level would likely be immobilized by their mental power.
When they appeared on the battlefield, no fighter below their rank could match them. They were the true rulers!
Yet, Cawington was already weakened, and his mental power was suppressed and obscured by the ritual. How could he still manage to do this?!
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(End of Chapter)
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