Chapter 1014: I Am Looking Forward to It

Church.

Headless corpses lay in the middle of a gurgling pool of blood, the cuts on their necks smooth and neat, as if their heads had been plucked away out of thin air...

Numerous somewhat disheveled Fire-Tamperer figures walked hurriedly through the ruins, moving these corpses one by one to record them.

"Everyone in the dungeon, except for the four who carried the memories of the Judgment Proxies, is dead... Not a single survivor was left."

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

"Oh, right, the knight who carried Hong Xiu's memories also escaped in the chaos. Should we send people to hunt him down?"

Huang He, wearing a straw hat, hesitated for a moment. "...Forget it. Our Fire-Tamperers suffered quite a loss in this riot, and we don't have enough manpower... Besides, now that the Silver King is back to hold the fort, no one can stir up any trouble."

After speaking, Huang He glanced toward the church.

Under the chaos just now, the church had been damaged quite a bit; the originally luxurious corridor was riddled with holes. Fortunately, the rooms and confessionals inside weren't damaged much, only the exterior facade looked mottled like ruins.

Just as Huang He was about to say something, a figure appeared out of thin air, an English-style coat stepping over the scarlet pool of blood, walking slowly toward them.

"...King."

Huang He and Lan Yu bowed respectfully at the same time, and the surrounding Fire-Tamperers retreated to both sides, not daring to make a sound.

Behind the Silver King, a bright red opera robe also moved forward slowly. His limbs seemed to be controlled by someone, and every movement radiated an eerie aura.

The moment this splash of red appeared, everyone's eyes converged. Huang He and the others stared fixedly at the culprit who had almost overturned the Wuji Domain, wishing they could tear him into pieces...

But Chen Ling didn't care about everyone's gazes at all, his emotionless eyes looking ahead, seemingly treating everyone else as air.

"You two, come with me."

The Silver King glanced at Huang He and Lan Yu and spoke faintly.

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

They passed through the broken, luxurious corridor and entered an office. As the Silver King waved his hand gently, the desk disappeared into thin air, and a corpse that had been compressed and hidden under the desk was exposed to the air.

It was Chi Tong.

Seeing Chi Tong's corpse, Huang He and Lan Yu both twitched their eyelids. They looked at Chen Ling's back at the same time, their expressions extremely strange...

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

He walked straight past Chi Tong's corpse and came to a cabinet, grabbing into the void, and documents related to the production of dirty bombs appeared in his palm.

The two remaining Thieves of Saintly status stood obediently behind him, waiting as time ticked away...

After an unknown amount of time,

The Silver King finally spoke with a hint of regret:

"To have completed 90% of the target in such a short time... Chi Tong did very well."

"Chi Tong was indeed conscientious. During the time you were away, he managed all production capacity well and often worked overtime until late at night." Huang He sighed while secretly glancing at Chen Ling.

Regardless of the relationship between the Thieves of Saintly status before, now that Chi Tong was dead and highly praised by the Silver King, the two would naturally follow the topic and express regret for Chi Tong's death.

And the culprit who killed Chi Tong stood calmly on the spot, as if he hadn't done any of it.

The Silver King spoke again:

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

"Three days?" Huang He was stunned and spoke hesitantly, "King... is three days too short? To speed up production, Chi Tong had already allocated all workers' time to the limit long ago; it's impossible to go any faster..."

The Silver King narrowed his eyes and glanced at Huang He, who immediately lowered his head and stopped speaking.

"Only three days."

The Silver King repeated it again.

This time, Huang He didn't dare to have any objections and nodded immediately: "Yes."

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

As the source of the chaos in the Wuji Domain, the culprit who had played everyone in the palm of his hand, and the murderer of Chi Tong... everyone was waiting to see how the Silver King would deal with Chen Ling.

The Silver King turned slowly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his slightly curly black hair looking as cold and cunning as a snake in the dim light.

"Next, in the name of the Wuji Base, send a message to all other domains..."

"Send a message to the domains?" Huang He and Lan Yu were both stunned.

The major domains could indeed send messages through certain means, but since the Silver King took control of the Wuji Domain, he had cut off the communication systems and train tracks here, making the Wuji Domain an isolated island independent of all other domains.

But now, the Silver King was actually planning to restore communication and was even taking the initiative to send a message to all other domains?

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

"Since the Great Cataclysm, humanity has only been able to barely survive under the impact of calamities, and several domains have been reduced to ruins. It is time to fight back..." The Silver King said leisurely.

"The Wuji Domain will take the lead. In three days... we will publicly execute the world-ending fusion host, Chen Ling."

Hearing the last sentence, astonishment appeared on the faces of Huang He and Lan Yu at the same time!

"You are going to... execute him?"

"Yes."

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

The Silver King smiled slightly. "That's not for you to worry about... Just do as I say and send the message out."

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

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

He lifted his fingertips slightly, and the two figures vanished from the spot instantly. By the time they appeared again, they had arrived in the dim confessional...

Before Chen Ling could recover, he was slapped away by an invisible hand and nailed to a massive cross!

This cross stood in the center of the confessional, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window of glazed glass behind it. The dim sunset shone through the haze and the window, shrouding the red opera robe in a color as bright as blood.

The Silver King stood calmly under the cross with his hands in his pockets, his deep blue eyes radiating a mysterious glimmer:

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

Under the methods of a demigod, Chen Ling's limbs were restrained, and he couldn't use a shred of strength. He was like a sinner about to be executed on a pyre, his head bowed. Under his messy black hair, his eyes were calmer than ever before.

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

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