Chapter 491

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Chapter 491: The King of Hell!

"I couldn’t find that person."

Bai Yan sat on a chair in the study of a villa located in Annottales.

His wrist trembled slightly as the pale blue bracelet on it displayed the content of the "Babel Tower" game, a virtual projection.

AX450.

One of the potential members of the Babel Tower, the peculiar Omnic created by the advanced civilization "Unknown," is even more unique compared to various Omnic created by Amy.

It was originally unearthed from the ruins by Noy Military, finding a new life within the Noy Military’s laboratory, or one could say it was "thawed" out.

That situation was a bit like a old movie called "The Fifth Element".

But after the Babel Tower took over the city, Bai Yan couldn’t find any trace of AX450. It was only through the information recorded in the database that he discovered it had been transferred to a colony outside the Noah’s world in advance.

But when Bai Yan sent someone to that colonized world, he discovered that AX450 had once again disappeared.

In fact, AX450 wanted to leave and hardly anyone could find it.

It was a unique special Omnic, created by the advanced civilization of "Unknown" in the multiverse. It possessed countless extraordinary abilities… and when we say "countless extraordinary abilities," we’re not just talking about physical transformations.

In most cases, the ability to transform only affects the physical form, but AX450 had the power to freely reshape most of its essence.

Its soul was controllable, a special soul that could change and reshape itself.

A masterpiece of the unknown.

Because of its exceptionally unique soul trait, AX450 theoretically had the ability to mimic all extraordinary powers in World, making it undoubtedly the most versatile among the core operators.

If we were to add "traits" to the summoning process, then the ones that best fit the "versatile" trait would undoubtedly be "Mysterious Magic" and "AX450".

Of course, "versatile" sounds better, should be called "all-powerful".

Unable to find the expected member, Bai Yan narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Did they run away? What happened? Well, for now, let’s not worry about it. The Second Annihilation is less than a month away, even if a Crown-level core operator joins, it won’t make much of a difference."

The time point of the approaching Doomsday Crisis is not far now.

Whenever Bai Yan thinks about this, his heart tightens. The First Doomsday Crisis almost wiped out the entire team, they were on the verge of complete destruction if luck had been a little worse.

The Second Doomsday Crisis will never be as dire as before.

Then, he pulled out an unused Entertainment Card that he had obtained long ago from the Babel Tower.

"Endless Treasures"

In the land of Babel Tower, which is now unquestionably mighty, perhaps it was time to select a Core Operator to venture into this advanced dungeon and acquire all sorts of desirable treasures.

"The Endless Treasures" is the highest-level Entertainment Card, which can only be used once. It leads to an island-like dungeon, where an abundance of god-like treasures is hidden.

If luck is good enough, the profits could reach unimaginable heights!

Bai Yan pondered, wondering which Core Operators to dispatch.

"The Endless Treasures" could be explored with a team of five Core Operators. However, there was a special restriction in this dungeon where only two Core Operators from the Apocalypse faction could be dispatched. Sending more than that would risk alerting the gods.

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Tatsumi City.

Alan’s family is located in the affluent Platinum Zone, just a street away from their home is Tatsumi City’s renowned luxurious food street.

Every restaurant on this street has exorbitant prices, and many aristocrats and wealthy people from the Platinum Zone only dine on this street if they choose to eat out.

Of course, the truly influential five major families would rarely dine in restaurants. After all, each of their families possesses a complete team exclusively catering to their needs.

Even if they truly desired to sample a particular specialty dish, they would simply summon the chef to their family’s cluster of villas, rather than going to a restaurant and dining with ordinary people.

In recent days, something truly significant had happened in Tatsumi City. Certain members of the five major families unexpectedly vanished, as if they had evaporated from the face of the Earth.

Especially the Augustus family, that magical family had already lost half of its members in Tatsumi City.

In reality, they had moved to the Giant Hive.

Regarding the audacious actions of the Babel Tower, the Leaf King and Mr. Xia chose to remain silent in unspoken agreement. Officially, the Air Alliance had nothing to say for the time being.

On the gourmet street, there was a classic Western restaurant. Ai sat by the window, wearing a black evening gown and soft pink lipstick. Her gaze was proud, her beauty enchanting. She reached out to adjust the brooch on her chest.

The people around occasionally glanced sideways.

Alan, dressed in a black suit, sat across from her. After placing his order, he smiled and handed the menu back to the waiter, letting out a sigh.

"You finally succeeded after all."

A hint of coldness flashed in Ai’s eyes as she said, "What do you mean? Are you implying that you’re the one at a disadvantage?"

"Maybe, actually it’s quite possible."

Alan hesitated to speak, then hesitated again, his ability as a "fake lover" was forcibly taken away by Ai that evening.

Although it was indeed very… and very…, there was still a hint of reluctance.

"Let’s pretend it never happened."

Ai became furious and frustrated, huffed, and then got up to leave.

"No, I didn’t mean to offend you."

Alan realized he had said the wrong thing. He quickly stood up and gently grabbed her arm, awkwardly saying, "Actually, I do have feelings for you. I just thought maybe it was a bit too rushed."

"Do you think I’m too casual?" Ai sat back down, pouting.

"No, absolutely not!"

Actually, Alan did have a tiny bit of this thought.

But he was not foolish, he would not say it out loud.

"Happy birthday, Alan. I have always been grateful to you, really."

Ai suddenly stopped being angry, her eyes unconsciously changed, filled with a happy expression.

Alan paused for a moment, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, even today I still have to work."

Ai raised her eyebrows and said, "Today is your birthday, so don’t work anymore. Whatever needs to be done can wait for later. This world can function properly even without you."

But Alan, being a decisive person, remained silent. He simply waved his hand gently, conjuring a dreamlike illusion that seemed to hover above the dining table.

"This is Tatsumi City? And are those puppets?" Alice asked, her face filled with confusion. The illusion on the dining table seemed like a miniature version of the bustling streets of Tatsumi City.

The ceremony unfolded, casting a curtain that covered the sky.

Underneath the curtain, there existed numerous magical puppets. They were all controlled by Alan, who resembled a magician. Living in this city in human form, every move they made seemed just like real, living humans.

Even in Tatsumi City, there were strange tales circulating about puppets.

Alan explained, "My thousands of puppets are scattered throughout Tatsumi City, infiltrating various professions. There’s hardly any place that can escape my ‘eyes.’ This morning, one of my puppets found several bodies on this street."

He paused for a moment and became serious. "Moreover, those bodies, they were in a pitiful state, with even their souls devoured. It seemed like the work of demonic creatures from hell. In the alley where the bodies were found, there was even a distinct smell of sulfur, characteristic of demons."

As the deputy captain of the Sword-wielding Troop, Aiden knew very well that this was no ordinary matter.

Compared to ordinary monsters, the demons from hell are even more cunning, dangerous, and evil. They have always been a presence that requires careful attention.

But she still hoped that the man before her would celebrate his birthday in a sincere manner.

Allow yourself to be a little happier.

He always thought of others.

But Ai breathed open her mouth, yet she finally remained silent, calmly waiting for Alan to finish his work.

Alan focused intensely on manipulating the puppets in his imagination, gradually collecting clues as he systematically searched his surroundings. Finally, in a certain sewer, he discovered a massive black crack suspended in midair.

"Space crack!"

Alan and Ai looked at each other in astonishment, neither of them expecting that things were even more challenging than they had imagined!

Is there a hole appearing between Hell and Tatsumi City?

As Alan stood in the pouring rain, imagining if thousands of demons suddenly emerged from here…

Alan quickly made a judgement, "It must be a newly formed rift, definitely. After all, there are only a few demons that have infiltrated Tatsumi City, probably just one or two!"

"Mmm, but do you have a way to close this thing?" Ai asked.

Alan fell silent for a moment, shaking his head. "Personally, I don’t have a way. The power of this rift is too strong. The person who opened it is much more powerful than me. I simply can’t intervene on my own…"

"Then let me help you."

Just then, a voice suddenly resounded, causing both people on the seats to freeze in astonishment.

It was him!

Ai’s heart sank, and her body trembled slightly.

They turned their heads together to look over, and the one who approached was none other than Captain of the Sword-wielding Troop from the Demon Hunt Agency, the person whom Ai had always followed and Alan’s immediate superior.

The Cursed String Music.

He returned from hell and stood solemnly in the dining room, his clothes tattered and seemingly injured. The sudden appearance of the young man startled the surrounding guests.

"Are you together with him now, Ai?" The Cursed String Music paused for a moment before asking directly.

Ai took a deep breath and looked directly into the eyes of The Cursed String Music, speaking up, "Yes, I’m sorry, I did betray the Demon Hunt Agency. I can no longer work for the Sword-wielding Troop, and Alan… he saved me."

"Alright, then Alan, you will also leave the Sword-wielding Troop." The Cursed String Music nodded and said, "I’m sorry, but I simply cannot tolerate traitors and those who harbor them."

Alan remained silent and nodded.

No matter, as long as I am still a Night Watcher,

After the matter was resolved, The Cursed String Music continued, "What I’m about to say is very frightening, but you must remember, it is absolutely true."

The Cursed String Music gazed into the distance, as if observing a presence that was just out of reach. Their eyes reflected anger and fear, but also an unshakable determination.

"I have returned from hell, and during my time there, someone told me the truth… Within Mr. Xia’s soul, there lurks something extremely terrifying."

Alan furrowed his brow, Mr. Xia…

The Cursed String Music murmured to themselves, "That is one of the four Crown Kings of Hell, known as Asmode, the ultimate embodiment of the slaughter of gods and the ruler of the northern realms of Hell."

"In ancient legends, Asmode held the hand of a dragon from the depths of the underworld. In his other hand, he wielded a long spear with a flag, possessing the power to grant true knowledge. Though Asmode, the king of the underworld, was destined to conquer everything in sight with reckless abandon."

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