Chapter 655 - My Doomsday Territory

My Doomsday Territory - Chapter 655: The Ghostface Angels "Leave these people to you for interrogation. Later, a junior sister skilled in illusions will assist you," Cao Xinghua said to the team leader from the Thirteenth Bureau. In front of so many witnesses, they had to follow the proper procedures. He glanced at the people of the Crossing Calamity Sect. The thousands of ordinary believers were frightened. Their belief in the God of Crossing Calamity was no match for the surrounding black gun barrels. Most were merely surface believers or true followers, yet still ordinary people, mostly deceived, blindly believing. After being detained for a while and given some verbal education, they would likely be released. What truly frightened these ordinary believers was the appearance of a few bishops and archbishops. Their gold-trimmed red robes were tattered, and the archbishop looked like a man drenched in blood, barely kept alive by healing spells. The other bishops were groaning on the ground or unconscious, all severely injured, appearing even worse than the martial arts academy students earlier. These few were imprisoned in a facility meant for guarding the Awakened. Heavy supernatural shackles were attached to their hands, feet, and necks, inscribed with "Anti-Magic" runes by a Sect Rune Master, effective even against divine spells. In extraordinary times, the Anxia authorities understood the urgency and employed various interrogation techniques immediately. Torture and psychological pressure, however, proved useless against these bishops. Seeing those bleeding yet maniacally laughing fanatics made the interrogators' hearts grow cold. A month ago, these individuals were just regular people! They had only been believers of the God of Crossing Calamity for less than a month! How many more such zealots could be in Talin like them? A female disciple from the Sect, who had learned illusions, hypnotized Ottof, the weakest of them, only to glimpse a blurry shadow and then spat out blood. "Let me do it!" "Master!" the female disciple exclaimed in surprise and joy. Zhu Shu Li hopped over to the bishop of the Crossing Calamity Sect, her chubby face showing a serious expression. Her eyes began to shine subtly, staring directly into the bishop's eyes until they bled. A succession of vortexes was pierced through, and a vague shadow with horned heads charged down with mountain-like pressure. Zhu Shu Li ignored it, breaking the illusion, leaving only a spinning piece of dark golden essence. "They have never truly seen the God of Crossing Calamity, but His consciousness has descended upon them for communication," she said, frowning. "Furthermore, each of these people has a dark golden essence in their mental sea, likely the source of their power." "It's a divine power seed, a force bestowed by a deity to believers. Only those with a divine power seed can wield divine spells. The seed subtly enhances their constitution, although it's ultimately a malicious power, destined to become useless." The air rippled like water, creating waves that grew increasingly intense, close to boiling over. Tang Yu stepped out from the void, causing the turbulent space to gradually settle down. He opened the "Eye of Insight" and pointed. A soul secret technique, "Godslayer," formed into a dark red cone, charged straight into Ottof's mental sea. Instantly, the dark golden divine power seed shattered, and the dissipated divine power was eliminated by the Godslayer cone. "Release him," Tang Yu instructed. "Oh, okay." The prison guard was confused but didn't dare to defy the order and immediately took out the keys to unlock the shackles. "Cast a healing spell on him, just enough to wake him up." Ottof, whose divine power seed had been shattered, fell unconscious. Fortunately, the dispersed divine power was neutralized; otherwise, his mental sea would have turned chaotic, reducing his intellect to that of a simpleton. A Sect disciple's palm emitted a white light, aimed at Ottof from a short distance. After a few seconds, the light dimmed. Ottof slowly regained consciousness, seeing the people around him, he screamed, "You blasphemers, die!" "Divine Spell, Curse!" He wept blood, staring at his own hands, unable to summon anything. "Curse! Curse!" He fell to the ground, descending into madness. … Deep underground in a certain area of Talin. The God of Crossing Calamity had just emerged from seclusion. "Origin restored to 60%. Too fast. It won't be long before I advance further." Only now did He have the time to check the information from His believers. With divine awareness condensed into godhood, a deity could receive prayers from distant believers. Typically, He wouldn't pay attention to ordinary believers, only occasionally focusing on fanatics and above. He sifted through believers' prayers, keying in on those from Anxia. "A day and a night have passed; the divine cult must have taken root in Anxia by now?" The red-cloaked archbishop, empowered with considerable divine force and mastering several advanced divine spells, should have been able to handle even Awakened grandmasters. With some luck, they might have subdued the Sect. Even if the Sect had stronger individuals, the smart ones would comply. In Talin, many heretics had been burned alive. The God of Crossing Calamity was in high spirits, having escaped death and gained great fortunes. Suddenly, He paused, sensing something amiss in the archbishop's prayers, like a plea for aid? And the others, their calls for help were from over ten hours ago. His expression darkened, causing the ground to tremble violently, dark red lightning arcs crackling, reducing surrounding stones to dust. He was furious. But the archbishop was already among His most powerful followers, unable to exceed the extraordinary level — even with divine power seeds, truly strong fighters couldn't be cultivated within a short time. It was the critical moment for restoring His origin, and He was unwilling to handle such a small matter personally. Divine power rippled across His body, transporting Him to another area within the divine realm, a grand hall. The hall was empty, containing only piled materials and tens of unconscious young men and women. With a gesture, wounds appeared on these young awakened ones, blood beads forming and merging into a talent-testing crystal he held. These individuals, already gifted, were chosen for their highest talents. The weaker ones' bodies exploded, bodies transforming into blood mist, creating a blood pool as material mountains floated, merging and transforming. The God of Crossing Calamity extracted many treasures from His spatial ring, infusing them with His own blood. The remaining top-rated awakened ones were levitated by His divine power... Through intricate manipulation, He constructed godforce crystals more precious than divine power seeds. Soon, three angels, with gray-white wings and a regal aura emanating faint golden radiance, faces twisted like evil spirits, stood before Him. The angels knelt, prostrating before the God of Crossing Calamity. His eyes scanned them, nodding in satisfaction. With a grand wave, the trio of ghostface angels shattered through the roof, soaring into the sky.