The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1038 - 488: The Strange Tenant
On this day, the staff at the Deep Space Technology Headquarters seemed to hear the sound of the world collapsing.
Accompanied by the violent shaking of this building, the glass curtain wall exploded with a loud crash, the ceiling cracked inch by inch, and dust poured down like a waterfall. The steel beams supporting the building also snapped one after another. Each floor’s investigators and researchers were left stunned in the sudden blaring of alarms, overwhelmed by tremendous fear.
Original disaster!
This is actually an Original disaster!
One should know that this is Magic City, the headquarters of the Order World!
Amid the thunderous roaring sound, a stern and terrifying face formed from black mist in the night, as if the Ancient Gods had resurrected. A pair of fierce golden eyes lit up, igniting the fury of the gods.
It roared in anger, and the breath of death surged like a tsunami!
"Run!"
No one knows who shouted, but everyone in the building realized the danger, turning around to jump out of the windows and escape, while the rolling black mist chased behind them like a grim reaper.
Even those living within the Inner City’s Barrier felt the destructive force and paused in the streets, taking out their phones to photograph the moment of the building’s collapse and the demon-like grim ghost face.
A loud explosion was heard.
The ghostly stern face burst through the building, exploding suddenly.
Countless people were engulfed on the spot, howling in agony like evil spirits in Hell.
In just a brief moment, the Deep Space Headquarters seemed weathered for centuries, crumbling into a decaying ruin standing beneath the night, leaving only the exposed, jagged steel frame almost breaking apart.
People on the streets and alleys watched this horrific scene, as if hearing an ancient, vast song of sacrifice.
Like falling into an icy cave.
"Qilin..."
Rhein murmured.
The office he was in had been completely destroyed, whether it was the tables, chairs, electronics, or decorations, all turned to dust in an instant, and the ceiling had also corroded, with sand and stone slipping down.
His extended fingers were shrouded in a wisp of black air, and his nails had completely rotted away.
That was the price he paid trying to stop that power.
Although it was nothing to him, it was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
"Is this a declaration of war?"
In the desolate ruins, Platinum raised his cold eyes. His clothes were already tattered; thanks to the cover of dust, he didn’t look too bad. But his secretary, whom he considered a valuable resource, was reduced to nothing, not even ashes were left, along with the costly alchemy tools. He had lived for over two hundred years and never suffered such humiliation.
To think he was ridden over by a junior.
As for the pen he just threw away, it was obliterated amidst the terrifying Ancient Divine Language.
Not only that.
Even the ruins bore scorched, intertwined writing.
"You are not worthy."
Of course, this was left by Qilin.
The implication was probably that neither he nor his son were worthy to stay in this office.
Because this was once where the President sat.
Qilin’s first visit to Magic City showed astonishing arrogance and rudeness.
No one could sit in this office without his permission.
No.
Perhaps in his view, without that woman’s order, it wasn’t worthy of being called order!
"Maybe it’s not just a declaration of war."
Rhein felt the black air lingering on his fingertips and said expressionlessly, "According to my estimation, Qilin is now at full power, and no Seventh Rank in the world can survive under him for more than three minutes. If he is on the Ghost Slayer Path, that is even more terrifying; it can almost enable cross-rank instant killing."
"I don’t even know if the Eighth Rank has the ability to kill him."
He paused: "Father, the Seventh Rank of the entire Magic City...is in danger."
Platinum, experienced and seasoned, naturally felt the power of that syllable just now. With a grim expression, he said, "Then doesn’t he want to kill whoever he wants? What if he ascends to the Holy Land? What then?"
Though he was reluctant to admit it, Rhein chose silence.
Because from the current evidence, it indeed seems that way.
Once Qilin ascends to the Holy Land, it will be very difficult to kill him.
"Pass on my order!"
Platinum roared lowly, "Pursue him; he can’t have gone far! Once Qilin is found, I’ll personally take action!"
The old man’s voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed through the Inner City like thunder: "For me...pursue!"
His eyes were fixed glaringly at the direction of the TV tower, where the top had long since been empty.
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Gu Jianlin had long since donned his hood, calmly walking down the stairs through the emergency exit. Naturally, he heard the thunderous roar, filled with impotent rage and frustration veering into fury born of shame.
Since his parents divorced, he rarely smiled.
After Old Gu left, he smiled even less.
After the President’s departure, the times he smiled were few and far between.
This time, however, a hint of a smile crept onto his lips; he found it genuinely fascinating from the depths of his heart.
When he used the Ancient Divine Language for the first time at the Black Cloud City, he almost paid with his life. If not for the Dragon Marrow Liquid, perhaps he would still be in a coma now, and the subsequent events wouldn’t have happened.
Later in Tokyo, he had used Ancient Divine Language several times, though he wouldn’t immediately faint to death; every instance was fraught with danger. Fortunately, the blood of the bad woman saved him from any mishap.
