novelraw Chapter 468 - 462: Ma Ran’s Twenty-Four Hours
Chapter 468 - 462: Ma Ran’s Twenty-Four Hours
So the Chinese dare to mock the God of Slaughter, while the British dare not follow suit.
The truth is that simple and cruel.
Ultimately, it’s because of the lack of high-level power.
Even so, William and Bradley must strive to maintain a facade of national dignity, demonstrating to the Prophet that Britain does not perform poorly when faced with sudden events.
Catching all the believers of the God of Slaughter within the country within half an hour is not difficult for William the Light Speed Gentleman.
But the problem is, those guys are endless!
They’re like bamboo shoots after rain, popping up one after another, impossible to truly eradicate!
William can only do his best.
...
Twenty minutes later.
Inside an interrogation room.
William and Bradley looked expressionlessly at a bald man in prison garb.
The man was a terrorist who committed over thirty family massacres in just twenty-four hours.
According to the law, this guy would be thrown into prison.
This level of punishment is simply not commensurate with his crimes, serving no warning to the public.
But...
If he could truly reform and repent from his heart, it might restore some national dignity before the esteemed guest, right?
"You should know your hands are stained with blood, and your sins need a lifetime of cleansing and repentance."
Bradley looked down condescendingly at the bald man: "If you show a sincere attitude of atonement, we might consider letting you live."
The bald prisoner sneered upon hearing this, slamming his shackled hands on the iron table fearlessly: "If you want to kill me, just do it."
"After all, many media outlets captured footage during my capture."
"You can’t interfere with the freedom of the press."
At this point, the bald man slightly flared his nostrils, and the small steel beads embedded in them glinted metallically under the light: "I was caught by the Light Speed Gentleman."
"The government’s image of you is closely aligned with Marvel’s ’Non-Killing Hero’ Batman."
"If I die, you two gentlemen might ruin your reputations, right?"
Bradley clenched his fist, taking a deep breath to suppress the urge to punch the man in the face: "Foolish man, you’ve been used by the Evil God!"
The prisoner grinned, extending his tongue split down the middle: "I like being used by Him!"
"In fact, I’ve long wanted to kill some people! This time really seized a good opportunity to get enough thrill..."
"Pity I didn’t kill enough; otherwise, I could have received more divine rewards and gifts, becoming stronger, and not necessarily caught by you!"
"But..."
"I still have many opportunities!"
"In prison, occasional sacrifices appear, like rats, birds, bugs, fellow inmates, guards."
"These sacrifices are the nourishment for me to grow stronger!"
"Once I seize the opportunity, I can break out, escape alive, and the next time we meet, I’ll be stronger than now!"
At this point, the prisoner made a throat-slitting gesture toward William and Bradley, his demeanor provocatively extreme, clearly unrepentant.
Bradley’s heart burned with anger, impulsively wanting to strike the man dead but was held back by William.
Evidently, this bald mortal had also thought of exploiting loopholes, yet he simply decided to kill wantonly!
Since he wouldn’t be executed, who cares how many innocents he kills?
Who can punish him?
The bald man stayed arrogant, showing no concern about the disparity between him and the Undying Gentleman or the Light Speed Gentleman.
He knew these two, to maintain their image, wouldn’t kill him themselves.
These Gentlemen had a persona to uphold, unlike the U.S.’s God Gray, who kills indiscriminately between gods and demons.
After all, the Bible records God’s flood of world destruction; the more Gray kills, the more loyal his believers become, unwavering in their faith.
But for Bradley and William...
They are hindered by their reputation and public image.
"You don’t dare kill me!"
As the bald prisoner spoke with arrogant demeanor, prepared to say more, starlight emerged in the interrogation room.
Incomparable holy white light gradually gathered into a human form.
Zap, zap, zap...
The pale flames began to burn fiercely on the bald-headed prisoner.
Under the scorching starlight fire, the silhouette of the criminal quickly shrank, from about two meters and twenty centimeters tall, rapidly becoming smaller, with beads of human oil seeping out.
"Ahhh! Save me! Save me!"
The previously extremely arrogant criminal let out a pitiful wail and scream: "Light Speed Gentleman, Undying Gentleman! Save me quickly! I’m willing to repent!"
"I don’t want to die!"
"Help!"
When fearless, his attitude was more arrogant than anyone else.
When facing the threat of death, he cowered faster than anyone.
In the blink of an eye, the bald criminal’s figure shrank to about only one meter and eighty centimeters.
The shackles melted into scorching and dazzling molten iron, and the devotee of the God of Slaughter curled up, like a cooked prawn, struggling, wailing, and screaming.
Bradley and William instinctively wanted to save him.
But upon seeing the starlight emerging in front of them, they quickly realized and retracted their hands in time.
They knew that the person who killed this bald prisoner was not an existence they could provoke or offend.
"Ah..."
The bald prisoner let out one last weak howl, his life extinguished, turning into a hunched human-shaped charcoal.
In an instant, the charred and bloody scent permeated the entire interrogation room.
The bald prisoner, a believer in the God of Slaughter, was dead beyond any doubt.
Bradley, who was particularly sensitive to souls, clearly sensed that the soul of this bald prisoner was thoroughly shattered and annihilated just now, vanishing into nothingness.
Even if the God of Slaughter himself intervened, he probably couldn’t resurrect him...
The next moment, the starlight flames quickly condensed into the image of a human teenager in front of the two.
A black and white-haired teenager in a Grass Hut Academy uniform appeared before them.
With one hand held behind his back, he calmly looked up and down at Bradley and William, nodding slightly in satisfaction.
"You have maintained the baseline of being Earth humans, by not having faith in the God of Slaughter. This is good."
The Undying Gentleman and the Light Speed Gentleman looked at each other.
They naturally knew that the teenager before them was the thought incarnation of the Prophet Ma Ran.
For some reason, Bradley felt that if he had faith in the God of Slaughter, he might meet a terrible end.
William too sensed that faced with Ma Ran’s Star Power incarnation, he could only rely on his Chasing Light ability to escape, and in a direct confrontation, he would likely be killed on the spot.
"This incarnation of mine, in the past twenty-four hours, has visited India and Australia, dealing with more than five thousand particularly malevolent followers of the God of Slaughter."
The black and white-haired teenager, with one hand behind his back, slightly curled his lips: "Among them, two at Tier Eleven, six hundred from Tier Six to Tier Ten, and over four thousand at Tier Five and below."
"The remaining power of this Star Power incarnation isn’t much."
"So..."
"Let’s keep it short."
Bradley and William’s hearts pounded violently, immediately focusing their attention, turning their ears to listen.
They couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but they always felt that even though the black and white-haired boy in front of them was merely an energy aggregate, he exuded a faint bloody aura that made it feel like they held a rusty iron nail in their mouths, neither daring to swallow it nor to spit it out.
"The Celestial Cave in the Bermuda Triangle is just a facade; bombing it with nuclear weapons is meaningless and will achieve nothing."
"The Yi King already assisted the God of Slaughter in pinpointing Earth’s coordinates before his death."
"Effective immediately, the global situation enters an orange alert status, capturing and executing as many missionaries of the God of Slaughter as possible, or else..."
"The global situation will rapidly deteriorate."
"Both of you, let’s work together."
Upon finishing, the black and white-haired boy transformed into starlight, his figure dissipating without a trace.
"..." Bradley felt somewhat despondent.
He originally considered Prophet Ma Ran and God Gray as his targets to chase, but now it seemed he couldn’t even defeat a Star Power incarnation.
William was feeling slightly better about himself.
In a real confrontation with Ma Ran, even if he couldn’t defeat him, he could activate his Chasing Light ability to escape.
The Burning Martial at Twenty Ranks is indeed terrifyingly and overwhelmingly powerful.
However...
William is certain that solely in the domain of "speed," Ma Ran cannot match his own title as the Light Speed Gentleman!