I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 447 - 310 The Shattering of Maggie’s Tear

Chapter 447: Chapter 310 The Shattering of Maggie’s Tear

Peacock City.

At the headquarters building of the History and Ritual Association.

Due to the previous attack, there had been serious destruction and collapse, and now the site was cordoned off with several bright yellow caution tapes, as it was under reconstruction.

Inside the caution tape and a covering tent, beside a pile of blood-stained rubble and broken walls, a group of people stood examining the scene.

“Sage Queller, it was that bishop from the Red Apple Church who suddenly appeared here, probably in the corner of the fourth-floor storeroom. We had absolutely no premonition… The attack came extremely suddenly, and the association’s members suffered heavy casualties,”

said a member of the History and Ritual Association with reverence, bowing his head as he spoke solemnly to the middle-aged man in front of him.

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The “Sage Queller” he mentioned was a man with a hawk-like nose and deep-set eyes, his pupils matched the deep brown of his hair. He wore a leather trench coat and tall leather boots, with a thick book hanging at his waist. The book’s cover was likewise made of leather, but with dense stitching as if it were pieced together from multiple leather patches.

“Hmm, I see.”

Queller said lightly.

His voice was strange, like the call of some species of owl.

Following that, Queller took off the glove from his right hand, revealing a withered and aged palm, and pointed it towards the ruins in front of him.

Rustle rustle…

The sound of flipping book pages suddenly rose, and Queller’s eyes swiftly flickered through past snippets.

The light around him also turned dull yellow, and a mysterious breeze slowly swept over, making everyone feel as if they were inside an old photograph. The outlines of the ruins began to flicker, retracing to the past, and changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shattered rocks and broken walls reassembled themselves, restoring the original appearance of the building. The scenes of explosions, collisions, and fighting passed by; the people could even see the violent Red bishop piercing his claw through the heart of Chairman Pearson, then draining his blood.

The scene continued to rewind until it reached a moment of calm at the beginning.

But at that moment, the scene suddenly froze.

As though the flipping pages had been jammed by something.

Queller narrowed his eyes and murmured,

“Blocking divination-type Mysterious Objects? And not low in Mysterious Resistance… Heh.”

His right hand, gnarled as old tree roots, suddenly clenched, as if crushing some invisible object. Everyone seemed to hear a ‘ping’ sound, coming from a distant place.

The scene started moving again.

However, the faces of the History and Ritual Association members all changed in unison.

In the reversed historical scene, they saw a hunched-over knight appear out of thin air in the fourth-floor storeroom, dragging the Red bishop behind him, who looked as lifeless as a dead dog and barely breathing.

Suddenly, for some reason, the Red Apple Church bishop’s eyes turned bright red, his face twisted with a vicious expression, filled with the desire to kill and destroy. His severely injured body also recovered within a few breaths.

The knight tossed him aside as if he were nothing, then vanished from the spot.

Leaving behind the panting and frenzied Red bishop who got up and charged outside.

Boom!

The historical image shattered and dispersed, and everything in front of them returned to the original ruins.

“Spade Knight Qiaoke!”

“So it was he who captured the Red Apple Church bishop… Who knows what methods he used, making that man act like a mad dog! A tool for attacking the Association!”

“Damned bastard! Does he think he can toy with us as he pleases?”

At that moment,

Queller slowly put his glove back on and raised his hand to signal.

Everyone immediately ceased their angry commotion, and their expressions subdued.

Sage Queller was one of the “Seven Sages of Secrecy” of the History and Ritual Association, a group of mighty individuals similar to the core leaders of other Righteous God Churches, such as the Solar Monastery of the Sun Church, the Blood Abbey of the Red Apple Church, and the Hermitage of the Moon Church.

He was a historical Saint, whose status was comparable to the Vice Chairman of the Association headquarters, and he was deeply revered by all.

“Since Qiaoke dared to make a move against the Association, then the Association should also respond in kind… Moreover, this person is listed on the Empire’s S-Rank wanted list; it is our duty to exert some effort for the Empire.”

Queller said slowly.

He turned his head and looked to his right, at eight men and women dressed in matching bright yellow robes with hoods that covered their heads, revealing only the lower half of their faces. Around their waists and just below their necks, they all wore a cerulean blue ribbon, both fastened in the middle of the chest, securing an intricately carved round coin.

“Luo Noli, lead the ‘Antiquity Readers’ squad to apprehend Spade Knight Qiaoke. Try to suppress him before the handover with the Hailing Group tomorrow… He does not bear any Mythical aura and is not a high-ranking individual, most likely just a Sequence Five Transcendent,”

Queller commanded.

“Yes, Your Excellency Sage.”

The Antiquity Readers’ squad leader named Luo Noli replied.

He revealed a muscular and bare right arm as he placed his palm on the left side of his chest, bowing slightly.

“Qiaoke walks the Path of Destiny, excels in manipulating stage space, hard to lock down, also very likely to let him escape…”

Queller explained calmly.

He took the ancient book from his waist, caressed the cover that felt like human skin, then flipped it open and tore off a yellowed blank page from it, handing it over to Luo Noli.

“It can help you locate Qiaoke’s position and keep it locked, but it will only last for twelve hours…”

As he spoke, Queller continued to leaf through the ancient book, then stopped on a page full of text written in blood. He reached his entire hand into it, as if passing through the page’s space-time to grope for something from the fragments of history.

Finally, Queller pulled out an “egg-sized stone” that was as large as an ostrich egg from the ancient book.

The stone was covered with twisted, spiraling patterns that made one dizzy if stared at for too long.

“Sage, if I may ask, what is this…?”

Luo Noli asked with his head lowered.

“The Tyrant’s Egg.”

Queller said.

“It is a fragment of history, not as potent as the original, but still able to exert seventy to eighty percent of its power. It can instantaneously incubate an ancient creature from the Spirit World that has long been extinct, the Lena Gana… It is a powerful Supernatural Creature with Deep Sea mythical bloodlines, possessing the power to disrupt space, making it more than suitable to deal with Transcendents on the Path of Destiny.”

As Queller spoke, he handed over the Tyrant’s Egg.

“Originally, I had no intention of coming here, but it just so happened that during this period, I discovered an old acquaintance from the Path of Destiny nearby, so I decided to take a look in person. The pursuit of Qiaoke will be left to you all…”

“Blessed by your grace, Sage, we will not let the association down!”

Luo Noli took the Tyrant’s Egg with both hands and said with a deep voice.

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In another Red Calamity Area of Rock State, Chen Lun had just taken up a commission from the Murder Club and was planning to start a new round of hunting on the Red Apple Church.

After a week without action, he was already getting impatient.

He was still 10 levels away from reaching the max level of 120 at Sequence Six, and the required Experience Points were no small sum, which was why he was so focused on this matter.

At the moment, he was walking through a city called Horn Flash City, surrounded by desolation.

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As with all Red Calamity Areas, the place had been overtaken by the Red Apple Church, with countless Fallen Believers rampaging through the city, the Shelter and the local Righteous God Church confined to a corner, desperately holding on and waiting for rescue.

At that moment.

Chen Lun’s earrings, known as Maggie’s Tear, suddenly lit up without warning.

[You are under the scrutiny of “Historical Retrospection”!]

[Judgment failed, your historical traces have been discovered!]

[The History and Ritual Association’s Affection towards you has decreased! It is now irreconcilable!]

Chen Lun immediately stopped in his tracks and furrowed his brows.

He took off the teardrop-shaped Sapphire Earrings and discovered that their surface was cracked, appearing fragile and ready to shatter.

‘Even Maggie’s Tear couldn’t withstand the scrutiny? It must have been a high-ranking individual’s doing…’

Chen Lun’s heart tightened.

The next second.

Ping!

The earring in his palm instantly shattered and transformed into a green stone.

[Grade C Mysterious Object—Maggie’s Tear] crumbled under the pressure of the scrutinizer’s power, released the contained attributes, and turned into a Mid Sequence Mysterious Substance of the Nature Faction.

‘What a pity…’

Chen Lun sighed softly and stored it away.

Feeling a subtle warning from his Spiritual Intuition, he sensed that danger was drawing ever closer. After some thought, he discarded the idea of continuing to hunt the Red Apple Church and, in one step, Instantaneously Moved into a residential building nearby.

Chen Lun’s face was cold as he casually waved his hand, and hundreds of playing cards appeared out of nowhere, floating and circling around him with a swishing sound.

Clap!

He snapped his fingers.

The cards then surged forward like a torrent, and a dense slicing noise erupted, directly grinding the seven or eight Fallen Believers roaming the corridor to pieces.

He didn’t even glance at the bloody corridor, turned around and with a kick, with a loud bang, kicked open the door of a nearby single-room apartment, then walked in. The room was already empty; not only were there no inhabitants, but there wasn’t even any furniture left.

Chen Lun used the magic “Restoration” to repair the door to its original state and then locked it. He directly sat down with his back against the wall and then entered the Immortal Realm.

‘Let’s use the environment of the Immortal Realm to block out the interference of the real world and conduct a divination…’

Chen Lun appeared in the cabin at the entrance of the Crystal Mountain Range and then lay down on the wooden bed, relaxing his body, closing his eyes.

‘This is my first time entering a dream in the Immortal Realm, but this divination will be the most accurate.’

Quietly practicing the Fleurette meditation method, Chen Lun’s breathing gradually became steady and deep.

After a few breaths.

His consciousness entered a deep layer of the dream world.

The mist gradually cleared.

A beast as tall as a two-story building appeared before Chen Lun. It had three serpentine heads, a body like an elephant’s, eagle-like feet, a long tail blazing with azure flames, and was covered with lustrous dark green scales.

The creature wildly thrashed its three snake heads, roaring towards the sky, causing the space around it to twist and fluctuate, even tearing open numerous azure-blue whirlpools. Countless yellow robes emerged from these whirlpools, like tattered fabric blown by a storm, floating over Chen Lun’s head, eerily strange.

The central snake head of the beast glared with blood-red eyes, flicking its tongue, and sharply laughed:

“Qiaoke, your death is certain!”