0p0 Chapter 509: Decisive Battle (Part 9)
Chapter 509: Decisive Battle (Part 9)
Colen has gone to Abyss Six, Naya's territory, to work, but Chianti is still there. She looks at the giant snake that swallowed Colen with disbelief, pointing her finger forward, her mouth wide open but no sound comes out.
Without the slightest hesitation, Walker sent the Chianti into a different abyss in another gulp.
Chianti only saw darkness approaching, but when he opened his eyes, he discovered that this place seemed to be the ruins of a city, with collapsed high-rise buildings and overpasses everywhere, and strange mycelial creatures growing on the broken statues.
They are topped with scarlet spore clusters that sway regularly in the same direction with the wind.
Chianti was a little stunned: "Where exactly is this place?"
In the dilapidated city, only the former art hall remains intact, and the melodious sound of the organ can be heard from the hall.
Chianti curiously walked into the gate of the art hall. A man in a white windbreaker was playing the organ on the platform. In order to seize the initiative, Chianti pointed his weapon at him.
"Hey, you who's playing the piano over there, where is this place?"
The man playing the piano did not respond to her. He just stopped what he was doing and then slowly stood up.
Chianti looked at the man and found him to have a very handsome face. The white mycelium attached to his face added a unique charm to his features. (The other members of the exploration team were still dreaming about the Lord of Disaster. The pioneers of exploration had surrendered to the enemy long ago, and now they were out to recruit new believers.)
"A member of the Bureau who unexpectedly arrived here. The Bureau's artistic beliefs are rather diverse. Paintings, sculptures, and dances are all inferior to this magnificent piece of music."
"Huh?" Chianti, who had a bit of artistic talent in her, had no idea what the person in front of her meant, so she decided to ask in the way she was best at.
With a bang, the bullet shot out from the barrel, but was blocked by white mycelium three inches away from the man.
"What an impolite young lady." The man frowned slightly. "It seems you need to first try to understand the greatness of my Lord."
The white mycelium swarmed over Chianti, binding her tightly. Then, ignoring her frantic curses, the man dragged her into the SUV. The driver's seat had once belonged to a researcher with a wild driving style, but now he had to do it himself.
After arriving at the destination, Chianti was thrown directly into the hole of the abyss.
Before being submerged in the red spore cloud, Chianti heard the man's gentle voice say to her: "I hope we can all live under the control of great music~"
In the real world, Darren leaned against his brother who had transformed into a snake and yawned loudly: "Wow, I feel like our attack on them seemed to be a bit of a dimensionality reduction attack."
Walker nodded in agreement. After all, there was no advanced magic in this world, and Koizumi Akako's insignificant power was really not enough.
At this point, Koizumi Akako was actually questioning her life. Ever since Kaito Kuroba Kaito came into contact with the people at Oletus Manor, she had noticed that he exuded an aura that frightened her immensely. She felt that Kuroba Kaito might not be aware of this, as his magic resistance was incredibly high.
However, in the eyes of this witch, Kuroba Kaito is now a walking magic power bank. Who knows where he went to become like this?
Koizumi Akako now suspected that a true evil god had entered this world, and that Kuroba Kaito had just narrowly escaped such a fate. However, she didn't dare to ask Kuroba Kaito about this matter, as she didn't think she had lived too long.
Cat God & Yellow Lord & Dream Witch: Who is the evil god?
Kuroba Kaito (who, after experiencing the imitator frenzy, has been imbued with the aura of several gods): Huh? I don't know. But Hongzi hasn't been bothering me lately. Good thing, I can hang out with Aoko without any hindrance.
In the laboratory, several supervisors had almost cleaned up the place. The adventurer looked at the black organization members with their jaws dropped, and proudly began to write his own adventure novel.
"Orpheus excels at suspense novels, and I excel at adventure novels. So, I could have earned the nickname 'novelist'."
The magician looked at the secretly amused adventurer and covered his face helplessly. "But the problem is, Orpheus didn't get killed for writing a novel that alluded to reality."
"Go away." The adventurer glared at the magician and drove him away.
"The great adventurer Kurt is heading to a deserted wilderness, where a vicious bandit group lurks. He's traveling with him: a tall, burly middle-aged man working to support his family, a pair of officials sent to suppress the bandits, a doctor out looking for medicinal herbs, and the foolish man he met last time on the snowy mountain. This man had luckily escaped the great adventurer Kurt and the hunter, but now he's joined the adventure team again, seemingly with ulterior motives. The great adventurer Kurt suspects he's colluding with the bandits..."
"How dare you insult me like that!" The magician looked at the adventurer's writing. He knew without a doubt that the foolish man on the snowy mountain was a reference to him. "Change it!"
"to not fix!"
"Kurt Frank, you're going to regret this!"
"Servé Le Roy, I am the author!"
Looking at the two people fighting, the factory director, Nightmare and the Umbrella Soul brothers, who had finished the cleanup work, also walked over to take a look at the story outline that the adventurer had just written.
"It's quite interesting. I'm already looking forward to the next plot development." Fan Wujiu supported his chin with one hand and the spine of the book with the other.
Nightmare looked thoughtfully at the adventurer who had already pinned the magician to the ground. "If it weren't for the book written by Kurt that influenced the mercenaries during the ninth group's experiment, Servi might have been able to survive for a while."
The factory manager scratched his head, expressing confusion.
The battle in the biological laboratory has come to an end, but the battle at the Black Organization headquarters has just begun.
Gin looked at Chianti and Collen, who hadn't replied to his message yet, and angrily crushed his phone: "Chianti and Collen are probably dead."
Binga laughed at Gin: "As expected, the people here don't have much skills. They were easily defeated."
"Shut up, Binga." Gin frowned at the arrogant guy.
Vodka had prepared a large amount of weapons and ammunition. When he heard Gin say that Chianti and Koren were likely dead, his hands trembled uncontrollably. Chianti and Koren were veteran members of the Black Organization, so how could they be killed so easily? He recalled the first time he met the members of the Orientis. Back then, only the Night Watch and the Air Force stood against them on the roof of the Haido Hotel. And now...
Gin looked at the remaining people with a cold look in his eyes: "Where are those two guys, Vermouth and Bourbon?"
After the mercenary jumped down from the wall where he was hiding, he explained to Gin: "Bourbon went to set the trap. As for where Vermouth went, I'm not sure. I only know that she went deep into the laboratory."