Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 290 Revealed
A flurry of footsteps sounded, followed by an unsettling voice: "Trespassing in the production workshop... Surrender now, and we'll give you a quick death after the ambassador interrogates you."

Before he could finish speaking, the newcomer stumbled and fell directly into a cluster of still-burning red flames. His white robes and body were burned away by the flames, and green energy attempted to escape, but it too was annihilated by the red flames. His previous arrogant words turned into howls, which grew weaker and weaker.

Zheng Zha was stunned. He looked at Mu Xiang and asked, "Is he an idiot?"

Mu Xiang shrugged: "Who knows?"

The newcomer was dressed exactly like the counselor they encountered in "Ju-on," but in this seemingly important dimension, he couldn't take full charge. It seemed he was just an assistant.

Mu Xiang had just casually moved his foot when the counselor who had come in was suddenly thrown out by the force of his foot, landing right into the raging red flames.

However, the consul's lightning-fast delivery did not affect the team he brought. Countless fully armed robots filed in, clearly more lethal than the robots working in the factory.

“What I meant was that to find better masks, we should continue into the town.” Mu Xiang caught the two masks that Zheng Zha threw back. “They should at least be of the same quality as these two we captured to be worthy of being given to us as plot props.”

Zheng Zha made a few "oh oh oh" sounds, and rings of dark red flames erupted around him, resembling the Fire Resistance Ring used by Zhan Lan in the early days of the Central Continent Team... However, while this fire ring was equally simple and unadorned, it was brimming with killing intent. Before the dark red fire ring, all kinds of mechanical armor were like paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The two walked out nonchalantly and then headed deeper into the town.

Mu Xiang's gaze occasionally drifted to the ground, beneath which lay countless pipes for transferring masks. The stacked white masks, like viscous fluid filling the pipes, slowly crawled in other directions, then were squeezed out in different stages for further processing.

Guided by their X-ray vision, the two bypassed the other factory buildings or workshops and headed directly to the core area.

"I bet the masks there are only half-finished products," Mu Xiang said, adjusting his glasses.

Zheng Zha casually unleashed a dark red wall of fire, separating the massive number of robotic soldiers chasing from the other side: "What do you mean?"

“Because from the perspective of the previous world, they were only in the research stage for this kind of mask, and had not actually mass-produced it... I’m talking about the mask used to create human-demon with evolutionary abilities.” Mu Xiang smiled. “We haven’t seen this kind of thing in the army of the Polar Day Society before, which is consistent with the conjecture about replicas.”

"Or to be more precise, the real thing is the master component, and what we got is just the activated child component." Mu Xiang added, "I don't really believe that Polar Day could have mastered coreless interconnection in the experimental stage... There has to be a core."

The two appeared to be strolling, but their speed was extremely fast, and they arrived at the workshop in no time.

The scale here is hard to describe as a workshop, at least Zheng Zha really doesn't want to... Could it be that such a large building that perfectly fits the dark technology factory is just a workshop inside?

"Go in." Mu Xiang raised his hand, and a blurry light swept open a large hole in the high wall in front of them. The two stepped in at the same time and appeared in the processing workshop responsible for the final process, completely ignoring the shouts coming from behind them and the green shooting stars falling from the dark sky. Mu Xiang picked up a mask, then sighed slightly and tossed it to Zheng Zha: "Without the guidance of the main god, it seems that's not enough."

"Huh?" Zheng Zha was taken aback. "But you don't seem surprised?"

Mu Xiang shrugged: "I overestimated the level of the Polar Day Society. This world doesn't mass-produce human-demon masks at all... they just use the materials they figured out to mass-produce semi-finished products. The behavior control implanted in the masks... probably relies on the powerful people stationed here, who can only accomplish this with magic."

"Ah, isn't this rather primitive?" Zheng Zha turned to look at the white-robed figures who had walked in from outside. "Who are you?"

Mu Xiang didn't look at them, but just smiled and shook his head: "It's very primitive. Although a lot of scientific research is limited by the inability to mass-produce materials, these guys have been brainwashed by mass production, and their efficiency is outrageously low."

The men in white robes didn't seem to understand what Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha were talking about, but the fact that the two had barged into their production base was enough to enrage them.

"It seems like they're only slightly weaker than the Minister..." Zheng Zha whispered to Mu Xiang, "If we convert it, are they both third-tier transcendents?"

However, what the two were unaware of was that these white-robed individuals and the envoy/advisor were not from the same system. They were military officers stationed in a different plane... but Zheng Zha's assessment of their strength was correct.

Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses: "Can you handle this?"

Zheng Zha gave him a pained look: "What are you planning now?"

"I've always had a question... that is, with mass production of technology and magical shaping, aren't there any defective products?" Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses. "Even if they can't follow the set procedures exactly like in the script, they're more than enough as killing tools for invading other planes. Besides, if we want them to obey, the Polar Day Society should have quite a few methods... although the ultimate goal of the research is to produce masks that allow people to follow the script and completely immerse themselves in the role. I can only answer this question now."

"So?" Zheng Zha had a bad feeling and quickly asked.

Mu Xiang's indifferent gaze swept over the several white-robed military officers in front of him. The extreme pressure made them unable to help but retreat, but he himself said calmly: "Let us keep the assumption that there are defective products that can be used for slaughter... This world and the previous world should be independent of each other, or simply put, two different planes."

"And the Polar Day Society, which obviously conducted a lot of experiments, does not control one or two planes like those in 'Halloween'... but rather a rather large group of planes. So why can't the third installment, which is independent of the series, exist as an adjacent plane...? Under the control of the Polar Day Society, the two planes should be able to communicate with each other, and our experience has proven this."

"Since we can travel from Diva Town to Santamila in the same location in another dimension, why can't we go directly to Haddenfield from somewhere in this dimension?"

"If I were in command, I would send men to block the invaders while simultaneously deploying troops at the same point in Haddonfield for a surprise attack... That's probably why we haven't seen a single monster yet!"

(End of this chapter)