Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 405 Visitors to the Core Area

It is difficult for most of these extreme religions to cooperate. On this stage that is similar to "first come, first served", what they have to do is to take the stage to promote themselves, and then kill everyone else so that others cannot promote themselves.

If it weren't for the insect predators acting as a lubricant, they would probably have given up after the first hour of their half-hearted and tentative attacks, then observed the situation until the end of the performance when they realized it was hopeless and left dejectedly.

However, the convenience provided by the insects gave them far more resources, manpower, and even means of breakthrough than they had in their individual plans.

This gave them tremendous determination.

Haven't some people managed to sneak into the stadium by using their insect-eating abilities?
This means they also have a chance to get in.

As for why the scene hasn't been damaged yet due to the interference of those who infiltrated, it's naturally because they lack the ability.

Extremist religious figures are too lazy to watch the entire live stream closely; even if they did watch it, they might not be able to see through the numerous special effects to the essence of the story.

They will not give up easily as long as they can see an opportunity.

The power of faith is immense. To give their faith a chance, to tear away the fragile veil of the masses, they are willing to fight for it!
With the power of illusion bestowed upon them, and countless believers from various sects offering their devout prayers, even the most useless illusion growth rate will experience a surge.

Illusions can become gods, and a person's growth through illusions can also blossom and bear fruit on the path of faith.

And now, they are showing off their fruits, easily overturning the “fragile” situation before them!

"To make such threats throughout the capital, yet send only this few men, is far too arrogant! To put this performance in the gray world will be a mistake that the capital will never forget! In the name of 'black,' you foolish heretics, all of you, grovel!"

Such arrogant remarks are typical of followers of the Black Cult. A religion with a guiding ideology that sees the Black World as its foundation and the White World usurping its territory is undoubtedly among the most dangerous groups in the capital.

Their activities are always visible after every large-scale disaster, but in the past they have never dared to truly expose themselves to the Metropolitan Administration.

They believe in a great black world, and their ultimate goal is to let blackness engulf the entire capital.

During the earthquake, the Ashbringers of Agui also received assistance from this sect.

After the earthquake, they suddenly took large-scale action as if they had received a divine revelation, seemingly believing that the time had come.

Even setting aside beliefs that even the most extreme religious societies would not condone, the Black Cult's ability to cultivate illusions is truly remarkable; the beliefs they provide greatly aid in the development of these illusions.

The person who shouted at this moment was a "pure land tree bearer" of the Black Cult.

They are a group of people in the Black Cult who directly become the hosts of hallucinations, collectively known as "Bearing Tree People," and those with higher positions are given the prefix "Pure Land."

The fact that they are illusion-induced combatants also symbolizes their strength.

Even surrounded by numerous other religions, this Pure Land tree-bearer, shrouded in black wind, stood out the most. Even under the weakened light of the beacon, the rising black aura around him seemed unaffected.

Undoubtedly, under the lure of such "promotional resources," one cannot do without presenting something of real substance.

In the current turbulent times, propaganda resources present an opportunity for religions, especially those that cultivate illusions, to suddenly generate a large number of high-intensity, high-quality illusions.

As long as they can get to that stage!
Compared to the low-level thinking of desperados who only want to embarrass the capital and are determined to rise above others even if it means death, the Illusionist religion is serious.

Now that the opportunity has presented itself, and they have seen the emptiness of the capital, regardless of why the capital has not mobilized enough manpower, whether it is a conspiracy or some other consideration.

These are no longer important.

Even if there are deadly traps ahead, even if stepping onto the stage means you might not be able to do anything and be devoured by an even more terrifying being the next second, as fanatical believers with extreme faith, they have fought their whole lives to this point and have no reason to back down.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to stand here!

kill!

Boom!

The power of the powerful illusion erupted unchecked. Even the illusion that was manipulating the market in the stadium frowned, feeling its illusionary network being torn apart.

Those guys are finally going to make a move.

However, this was already in the contingency plan. Its next step should be to shrink the area of ​​influence, concentrate its efforts on protecting the venue, and leave the outside to the Disposal Bureau. Although it didn't know how the Disposal Bureau could take down multiple extremist religious groups in the capital with minimal losses and without compromising the basic safety of Nolan Street, given their combat capabilities were likely comparable to the Lamplighters.

But that's not something it should be concerned with; it has already done its best...

Ok?
Something is rapidly approaching me!

……

"I will not share any hatred with you heretics, and you are also under my attack. Now, struggle and survive in the darkness!" As the Pure Land Tree Bearer finished speaking, the black wind howled like a ferocious beast pouncing towards him.

Everyone else avoided it like the plague. The shields set up by the Bureau of Emergency Management and even the drones hovering in the sky were all swept away and crushed. Those who couldn't escape, even those who had sneaked into this distance with him using their insect-eating abilities, all died together.

The madness of the Black Cult is on full display.

However, a white shadow extinguished everything.

puff!

She appeared out of nowhere, and only when the Pure Land Tree Bearer's eyes glazed over and he realized that there seemed to be something in front of him did he see clearly that there was a person standing just two steps away.

Without any questioning, the other person placed a simple wood-chopping axe against his neck.

Ignoring all the black winds and the enhancements the illusions gave to his body, he slashed into flesh and blood.

The man carrying the tree in the Pure Land fell, dying like an ordinary person in a gray neighborhood who could die tragically at any moment due to a small accident. The illusions he had were also instantly destroyed by this ordinary axe.

She pulled the axe from the corpse with both hands, staggering as if she could barely hold it.

Based on her movements, she's probably just a little girl who struggles even to lift a wood-chopping axe.

But after staggering a few steps, she suddenly turned around and, with a seemingly forced but actually very smooth motion, slammed the axe down on the head of another religious person next to her.

She was like the protagonist of The Shining, wielding an axe and wreaking havoc.

Most importantly, her movements, though strange, seemed unremarkable, yet those of the extremist religious figures around her were easily struck by her, as if they were a beat too slow to react.

Moreover, they were all killed with a single axe blow, as fragile as ordinary people.

Moments later, even after all the high-ranking religious combatants around the stadium had fallen, she remained spotless. She pulled the axe from a corpse again, then picked up her headset once more: "Resolved."

Hong Yiyi was actually right next to him.

She looked at the strangely gruesome corpses on the ground, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Where are you?"

"here."

The girl suddenly appeared in front of her, causing Hong Yiyi to instinctively raise her long gun and point it at the other person's forehead, her gaze meeting a pair of deep gray-black eyes.

Is this really a secret weapon that came from the core area?

Hong Yiyi couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

"I'm sorry..." But she immediately put down the gun and apologized for her overstepping her bounds.

"It's alright, it's normal to be startled by me. My name is Shang Xia, and I'll be working at the Bureau for a while, investigating some things. I'm here to provide support." Shang Xia introduced himself politely.

"I am Hong Yiyi, the chief of Nolan Street and the surrounding neighborhoods. Hello, I know about you, but I didn't expect you to be so...unusual. I will take care of your food, clothing, and accommodation during your stay in Nolan Street."

After Hong Yiyi finished speaking, she suddenly realized something while looking at Shangxia.

I always felt a certain sense of unease about the other person, similar to when I first met Zheng Fan.

(End of this chapter)