novelraw Chapter 989 - 522:
Chapter 989 - 522:
No way around it, just a habit. Without plugging it, it's uncomfortable, without plugging it, can't sleep.
The more back doors there are in a thing, the better it is. The better the thing, the worse it is for the craftsmen, and consequently, worse for others.
Whether it's the users or their enemies...
The key lies in the fact that these days, Yu Shu, when communicating with other resistance camps, has been using as a bargaining chip a large number of Exorcisms.
They can temporarily dispel the Angels' Divine Power and make them revert to their original form.
For any resistance camp, such creations are undeniably powerful tools, treasures that can save lives in crucial moments.
Alas, you and your brothers are of one heart, yet your brothers play mind games with you.
Bao Dacai never mentioned that everyone who uses Exorcisms gets a mark stained on their soul, or even implanted with a tracker that merges with their own spiritual essence and can't be detected at all.
With the resonance between spiritual essences, Bao Dacai can easily track these people's movements.
Even if they are thrown into the Border Prison...
Yes, that's right, from the beginning, Ji Jue already planned a path for these 'kindred spirits'—you want to merge and you don't merge, you want to unite and you don't unite, only wanting benefits but not willing to pay the price, can't even bring out a bit of supplies... If you don't want to pay to buy goods, then you might as well become the goods yourself.
No way around it, we provide this for free.
Where in the world is there a free lunch?
Thanks to the church's cooperation, under the threat of the Holy Day, starting to clean up heretics by any means necessary...
And relying on these 'good brothers' who have been sent to Border Prison these days, the aggregation and resonance of a large number of marks, like a lighthouse shining in the night, illuminate the path for Ji Jue and the others.
Finally, locked on!
At that moment, Old Deng burst into wild laughter, suddenly pulled the lever to the lowest, pressed down with his body, his face reddening, the train's speed exploded again.
Operating almost to self-destruction.
Almost turning into a rushing scarlet lightning, it completely broke through the blockade outside the Border Prison, piercing straight into it.
Never to be seen again!
Arrival at the terminus!
Seeing this scene, the Guardian Saint, impotent and enraged, could only roar incompetently, "Chase, chase them! And notify Sky City, quickly open the passage, deploy support, we must prevent the Border Prison from having—"
He didn't even have time to say the word 'chaos.'
He heard it, the colossal noise echoing through the chaotic void.
Boom!!!
It was...
Collapse!!!
Like a haphazardly dug mine shaft, caves and tunnels with no support, excavations done without any surveying or planning.
When Ji Jue was operating this tunneling machine digging away in the Holy God's little garden, this outcome was already destined.
Now, the collapse caused by unlawful mining and reckless excavation has begun.
The entire dream of the golden millet is violently shaking, a massive surge of illusory light spurting out, stirring the chaos, boiling, unleashing a rampant storm.
All angels caught in it were completely annihilated in an instant, not even having a chance to wail.
Even the fixed passageway can no longer be opened.
Under the pre-prepared chain collapses and shocks, the link between Border Prison and the real world has been temporarily severed—from now on, for three days, the entire Border Prison will face the enemies of God alone, suffering their ravaging and destruction!
One misstep, and every step thereafter would be mistaken.
Under Ji Jue's meticulous guidance, from the moment the train started, there was already no room for redemption.
And now, in the Border Prison...
The true demon has arrived!
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As the piercing alarm echoed through the Border Prison, the highest entrance of the Border Prison was still in chaos and busyness.
In the midst of countless turbulent volcanoes and lakes of Molten Rock, innumerable sinners and heretics were immersed in the Molten Rock and fierce flames, struggling desperately, trying to escape, yet unable to cross that final line.
In the burning and dissolving, they were reduced to ashes again and again, only to be reborn from the ashes.
In the end, they were too exhausted to even wail, struggling futilely and numbingly, giving up resistance. The only action was to frantically pull on those around them, trying to step on their heads, seeking a brief respite before they were burned to ash.
Seeing such a scene too often... it really becomes tiresome.
The Angel Leader stationed at the Border Prison entrance sat in his giant chair, scratching his chin out of boredom, utterly unmotivated.
This hellhole doesn't even have any alcohol, just ash after ash.
Even in Sky City, being stationed in Border Prison and rotating guard duty are undoubtedly tough assignments, being trapped with the prisoners, just without having to endure suffering themselves.
Perverts who enjoy seeing others suffer are ultimately in the minority, but even perverts get bored after ten years. If not for obtaining the blessing of Paradise after a rotation period, not many would probably be willing to come here.
Nowadays, aside from dealing with work, Homeni's greatest hope is watching the calendar as his rotation period draws nearer day by day.
Just two more years, and he can return to Sky City from this damn place.
Never coming back!
Even fighting heretics is better than being here...
He yawned, glanced at the documents in his hand: "Another heretic? So many heretics have been sent here recently."
The Angel in front of the checkpoint nodded: "Sky City has already resolved to wage war against the heretics, this time the scale of the war might be the largest in decades."