Chapter 656 - My Doomsday Territory

**My Doomsday Territory - Chapter 656: Bird Hunting, It's My Specialty** In the southern suburbs of Anhunan, a newly established prison sprawled expansively, known as the Bottomless Prison. It houses awakened criminals, particularly those who are exceptionally violent and powerful. The more troublesome inmates are confined deeper underground. Several bishops of the Redeemer Cult were held separately on the fifth underground level. Each checkpoint at the entrance requires iris verification. The high-strength alloy doors can withstand the full force of a peak level physical transformer. The corridors and high exterior walls are patrolled by guards, all of whom are awakened individuals wielding advanced firearms seen only in laboratories. Everywhere within the prison and its corridors are surveillance cameras with almost no blind spots. There are also sensory ability users on duty around the clock, ensuring that even prisoners with special abilities cannot escape the sensory scans. Since its establishment, the southern suburban prison has detained hundreds of awakened criminal offenders, none of whom are under the third awakening level. To date, no one has ever escaped, giving the prison a formidable reputation. Of course, according to Tang Yu, the southern suburban prison is lacking. His floating island's prison can even confine transcendent beings, truly a one-way facility. However, Green Shade seldom detains offenders; minor offenses incur fines, major ones meet immediate execution. Only those with special value are held there—for instance, exotic beasts, aliens, and certain ability users meant for experimentation. Tang Yu didn't linger long at the southern suburban prison, preparing to return to the Immortal Gate—coexistence between the Immortal Gate and the Redeemer Cult was impossible, especially with Tower Nation's recent near-zero mental energy income! He left behind the avatar rodent, Bamboo Mouse Li, and some disciples from the Immortal Gate. Boom! A violent quake rocked the underground of the southern suburban prison, and urgent alarms wailed. Bamboo Mouse Li and Yuan Hu from the Thirteenth Bureau quickly rushed to the control room. Outside the southern suburban prison lies a vast, green forest, with surveillance cameras scanning every direction but finding nothing. "Look, an anomaly at high altitude!" Radar detected the anomaly—a non-bird entity, its energy levels rising sharply, nearly comparable to a small nuclear reactor! The frame zoomed in quickly, revealing a figure shimmering with golden light on the screen. With wings extending two to three meters, faceless with distorted features, the being stood in the sky, emanating a fearsome aura that blurred everything around it, resembling a deity or demon. Yuan Hu was stunned. As someone instrumental in facilitating cooperation with the Immortal Gate, his status and power have surged, making him the top figure in the Thirteenth Bureau. Two months ago, Yuan Hu couldn't have imagined possessing such strength in such a short time. Yet, the bizarre angel on the screen made his heart race despite the distance. The ghost-faced angel "looked" over, and suddenly, the screen was filled with static. In the sky, the angel clasped its hands together and slowly pulled outward, a sizzling energy ball in its palms expanding constantly. "Open fire, quick!" Yuan Hu shouted. The automatic defense weapons outside the prison concentrated their firepower, unleashing orange chains of bullets. Boom! Fireballs erupted. Within the remaining footage, the strange angel was entirely engulfed in the explosion. "Is it resolved?" Everyone in the control room tensed with anticipation. "It's not that simple," Bamboo Mouse Li stood confidently on a chair, hands on her hips. "Really? The weapons equipped here aren't ordinary guns; they can tear through even tanks. Let alone the angel wasn't hit by a single bullet or two; how could mere flesh withstand it?" For many, an awakened able to leap buildings was seen as a master. Yuan Hu, knowledgeable, cautioned, "Don't relax; be ready for a second attack... Elder, it should have at least harmed the angel, right?" That last question was directed at Bamboo Mouse Li. She frowned, sensing the angel's presence was strange—it didn't feel human, though it had life and aura, it struck her more as a puppet-like entity. "Not good!" Her hair floated up, releasing waves of source energy. In the aftermath of the explosion, a flash of light momentarily flickered. Boom!! The southern suburban prison trembled once more. In the control room, only a few remained standing; the rest were tumbling over, with debris scattered everywhere in disarray. Yuan Hu stared intently at the static screen. In its last moments, he saw terrifying flames engulf the southern suburban prison, turning its surface into ruins in an instant. A mushroom cloud of thick smoke shot skyward, visible even in Anhu City, shaking the ground and marking the event! "Switch to a different surveillance angle!" The operators quickly got up from the floor. Through some surviving cameras inside the prison, it was clear: the thick alloy slabs between the surface and the underground level one had been pierced, their serrated edges turned a scorching red from intense heat. The surface was no longer visible; the first underground level was charred like hell, with nearly no trace of intact bodies, whether criminal or guard. While the second, third, fourth, and fifth levels also bore breaches, the explosion's aftermath weakened after passing through multiple layers, leaving most awakened individuals inside the prison to survive stubbornly against the residual shock. On the fifth underground level, the archbishop laughed aloud, "Apostles of our lord have descended; you blasphemers shall perish!!" Witnessing the apostle's ability, the archbishop's faith transcended, spiritual brilliance soared, and the invisible threads of faith thickened as they reached the distant Redeemer God. The dust in the sky slowly cleared, revealing the intact figure of the ghost-faced angel. By then, all defensive weapons outside the prison were destroyed, and the nearest military base had fighter jets in flight, but... between the ghost-faced angel's hands, another energy orb formed. A deadly sense of crisis gripped everyone's throats, making it hard to breathe. Bamboo Mouse Li continued to maintain the source energy shield covering the control room, offering some relief to those inside, but she was conflicted. The control room was several hundred meters from the breaches on the fifth underground level, with multiple alloy doors in between. She had two options: either drill through the corridor walls to fly out the breach or break through the ceilings layer by layer. Neither was simple for Bamboo Mouse Li, especially controlling the blast's impact to avoid endangering others. The crucial issue was the lack of time! This is impossible for this mouse! Within the ghost-faced angel's hand, the energy sphere brimmed with terrifying power, spinning rapidly, creating a mirage of celestial soldiers charging toward the angel. Surprised but undeterred, the ghost-faced angel prepared to hurl the energy orb at the prison below, tasked with obliterating the sinful institution. Suddenly, Behind him, the space rippled with minute waves. Cloaked in black from head to toe, a scythe-wielding hooded figure materialized, slashing downward. The ghost-faced angel reflexively smacked the energy ball away, just as crushing pressure surrounded him from all directions, seemingly freezing space itself. The sensation of being bound lasted but an instant. The next moment, he found himself in the majestic divine kingdom of the great Redeemer God, basking in divine radiance, head bowed. Slice— Space was rent by a black fissure, and the winged angel plummeted from the sky, a rain of blood following suit. The archbishop stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. …… In the center of Anhu City, Above the clouds, Two ghost-faced angels gazed down upon humanity, a golden radiance like a turbulent tide behind them. They served as both the disseminators of the Redeemer God's boundless glory and the swords in his hand. Sliced-apart armed helicopters plummeted from the sky, crashing onto skyscraper rooftops, plazas, or streets, with explosions sounding ceaselessly as citizens screamed and fled in panic. Gradually, Some began to kneel, reciting the Redeemer God's name, more following suit like dominos collapsing, forming a somber, continuous mass. The Thirteenth Bureau and the upper echelons of the Anxia military, observing from afar, wore grim expressions. In the suburbs, Xie Yi, arriving aboard a hover tank, drew an intricate line, constructing a firearm over two meters long and setting it on his shoulder, eyes focused intently. "I'm a professional when it comes to bird hunting."