The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 912 - 428: Distant Voices (Part 2)

Trash simply doesn’t deserve to be companions; if they die, they die.

The ones who truly should survive are elites like them.

They alone can lead humanity towards a truly bright future!

Platinum furrowed his brow tighter and tighter, but of course, wouldn’t scold his youngest son at this moment. He watched the mysterious city through the lens, as if wanting to uncover the secrets hidden behind it.

"Who?"

A startled cry exploded in the communication channel.

The projection screen quickly split into one hundred and thirty-six pieces, different angles collectively piecing together the rain-soaked City of Sin, with artificial intelligence swiftly locking onto the Omega’s lens, only to see the blood splattering forth.

That was an Omega of the Overlord Path, a descendant from a prominent family in Magic City, yet at this moment, he seemed to be drained of his soul, collapsing to the ground, blood staining the rain-drenched scene, shocking to behold!

His lens faced the sky, submerged by the pouring rain.

This scene was so horrifying that everyone in the command center lifted their heads, staring in shock at this spectacle.

Bang!

Once again a lens was smashed by a black shadow, a disturbance and tumult.

When switched using a third-person perspective, they saw an Omega had already been nailed to the wall, a pitch-black Thunderbolt Spear flickering with violent arcs of electricity, yet silent as ever!

Boom, the rain thundered loudly.

The Omegas turned around to look, only to see a vaguely standing figure in the rain, resembling an evil spirit’s shadow. He was described thus because he possessed a fierce pair of golden eyes, bright enough to be intimidating even veiled by black cloth. His gaze was like a god overlooking ants, with a rare and fierce killing intent, murderous aura boiling!

He wielded a Cross Iron Sword approximately nine feet long, the sword’s edge carving eerie marks into the ground.

Face to face with so many Omegas, he seemed not to see them at all, stepping forward silently.

"Warning! Stop moving forward!"

Deep Blue raised his hand, gripping the Iron Sword tightly and ordered: "First warning!"

The Omegas raised the muzzles of their automatic rifles, roaring: "Second warning!"

Domineering fervor boiled, the muzzles roared angrily.

"Third warning!"

Boom!

They collectively opened fire, bullets roared into the black shadow!

In an instant, that person had already burst through the rain to charge forward. Only his raised right hand released an abundant Dark Energy, suddenly blasting the pervasive bullets away, and with a reverse hand, he swung the sword!

Crack!

The muzzles of the Overlords were sliced cleanly, the shattered sounds wailed mournfully.

The Omega Sequence was not to be underestimated either; the Heavenly Masters had already soared into the air, forming hand signs in mid-air, with Elemental Turbulence of Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire gathering to brew a Five Elements Great Array poised for destruction!

In a critical moment, countless interwoven blades of light flashed, and blood gushed forth.

The person didn’t even move, just a fleeting black shadow, and time and space shattered in response.

Imposing killing intent filled the torrential rain, Deep Blue gripped the Iron Sword trembling slightly, because that person lifted his head to gaze at him, and he felt as if he were pushed to the cliff’s edge, the immense pressure nearly suffocating him.

He roared, swinging the Iron Sword down, an incisive Sword Qi humming away.

Bang!

The Sword Qi was effortlessly torn apart, and the person charged like a specter! 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Deep Blue was slammed forcefully to the wall, his throat tightly gripped, eliciting painful cries.

He was forced into suspension, his entire spirituality in disarray, mental will almost crumbling.

At this point, he could finally see his adversary’s face clearly.

Not a demon at all.

But a young man.

The young man’s black hair drenched by rain, fierce golden eyes veiled in black cloth.

No.

How could it be a young man—as he indeed wore a pitch-black Ink Jade Mask, dragon horns ominous and noble sprouted atop his head, bizarre Demon Runes spreading from his cheeks like black flames burning.

Deep Blue had seen this face in intelligence reports before, even knew the legend of this person in the Omega Sequence, a predecessor embodying brutal violence and slaughter, revered by almost all of the New Era.

Yet now this person has turned into an Ancient God Clan, a magnificent and terrifying Primordial Ancestor.

He very much wanted to ask what was happening, yet couldn’t resist such a savage power.

Bang!

He was smashed into the debris, blood pouring from the back of his head.

Breathing gradually ceased.

Body withering away.

Only the camera on his forehead fell down, reflecting that young man’s terrifying and fierce visage.

"Qilin."

In the command center, Platinum looked at this face, softly muttering.

The entire tent sank into dead silence; the terrifying visage was so strikingly ghastly.

Along with those burning intense eyes, as if reflecting blood and fire.

Crack!

The camera was stomped into shards, electric sounds crackling.

Platinum was silent for a second, then raged furiously: "Holy Land Level! Deploy Holy Land Level combat forces!"

He roared: "Rhein! Rhein! Rhein!"

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In the pouring rain, Gu Jianlin silently traversed the Divine Path of the City of Sin.

This was the lone path from the city’s central altar leading outside the city, flanked by kneeling, fragmented sculptures, blazing flames extinguished by the rain, dense fog spreading out, a white expanse.

No one knew how much combat strength from the Ether Association lay ahead, dying almost as soon as they encountered him, the red lines in the thick fog diminishing yet the fallen corpses growing numerous, the scent of blood thickening, the sound of bones and flesh torn apart, shrill and despairing wails, mingled within the rain.