People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 164 Ada Awakens

The massive explosion just now almost leveled the entire underground base.

Suren stepped on the concrete and steel bars and began to climb up the collapsed area.

"Bang."

As he stumbled out, his foot suddenly kicked something hard.

Looking down, amidst the rubble and dust, lay a square object, its surface pitch black.

Suren picked up the thing; it was warm to the touch.

He rubbed it with his finger, blew on it gently, revealing a yellow hue with black patterns engraved on it.

A box of grief?

Suren raised an eyebrow.

The underground base was completely destroyed; even the load-bearing pillars were reduced to dust.

How come this little box was preserved perfectly?

He examined it and found that the material did not resemble metal, but rather some kind of ore or bone, as it felt smooth to the touch.

"I have one of these too."

The black cat that had been perched on Suren's shoulder suddenly spoke.

"However, mine was probably a fake. There are people in this world who have deliberately spread a lot of these Pandora's Boxes."

The black cat flicked its tail and settled into a more comfortable position.

"However, once humans become greedy and try to solve the puzzles on it, even if it's just a replica, they will summon those monks."

Upon hearing this, Suren curled his lip.

I thought I'd found some ancient artifact, but it turns out it's just a mass-produced machine.

It's like finding an antique in an ancient site, going back to get it appraised, and the experts say it might have just been made during the Shang or Zhou dynasties.

What a waste of your time.

The black cat seemed to sense his disappointment, flicked its tail, and continued speaking.

"However, the fact that this box you have survived intact after such an explosion means it's most likely the original box made by Leviathan himself."

Upon hearing this, Suren expressionlessly put the box into her pocket.

Mass production is good.

"On another note—"

He asked as he cleared away the obstacles blocking his way.

"When we were fighting down there, Nailhead mentioned a word—Apostle."

"What is that? You want me to lure someone out, is it him?"

"Apostles are just titles; they are a group of people who manage the evil sorcery order."

The black cat replied lazily, "However, these guys don't worship any villains; they only obey their own gods."

"For example, this research base under your feet was most likely established with funding by some apostle who was guided by their so-called god."

"Then Leviathan's projection is also like that?"

Suren's thoughts raced, and he immediately connected the two.

"A mere apostle doesn't have that kind of ability."

After saying this, the black cat narrowed its eyes, seemingly not intending to continue explaining.

Suren took a few steps forward, and seeing that she didn't speak, she simply skipped the topic and continued, "So what exactly are they going to do with all this trouble?"

The black cat opened its eyes, its golden vertical pupils glancing at Suren: "If you expect a cat that's stayed up all night to answer all the mysteries of the universe for you, you've probably chosen the wrong person."

She stood up, jumped onto Suren's other shoulder, and lay down.

"If I had known what these rats were plotting, I would have stormed the door long ago. I wouldn't be here keeping you company all night."

Su Lunqian chuckled twice, then sighed inwardly at the pity.

This witch definitely knows something, she just doesn't want to tell me.

Fortunately, I still have Aunt Wang in Silent Hill. I'll see if I can get anything useful out of her later.

When Suren pushed aside the last concrete slab on the roof and climbed out of the ruins, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

He jumped onto the ground and glanced at the ruins behind him.

The mental hospital that once stood tall in these deep mountains has completely collapsed, leaving only a huge crater.

Fortunately, this place is in the middle of nowhere, and there are hardly any people living within dozens of miles.

Such a big commotion doesn't seem to have attracted outside attention yet.

Just then, a black sedan drove up the mountain road and stopped on the side of the road.

Apshe jumped out of the car, covered in sweat, and waved to Suren: "Suren! Are you alright?"

Suren approached and, seeing that he was unharmed, casually asked, "Where's Luca? Wasn't he with you?"

Upon hearing this, Apshe shuddered involuntarily, as if he felt a chill running down his spine.

He said his cat was about to give birth, so he was leaving.

"Is the cat about to give birth?"

Suren almost laughed at the perfunctory excuse. He suppressed the urge to draw his sword and chop something, and secretly made a mental note of this.

"Let's go back first."

Afternoon. The black sedan drove smoothly on the road.

Bayonetta, in her black cat form, curled up on the back seat, her fluffy tail completely covering her eyes and ears.

Suren sat to the side, closing her eyes to rest.

In Silent Hill.

Madison has begun practicing for the Fourth Miracle.

What puzzled Suren was that the fourth miracle she chose to cultivate was neither the continuation of life, nor the divination technique that could predict danger, nor the Yin-Yang connection that could lead to hell.

Rather, it is a very abstract mind control technique that is difficult to master in Silent Hill.

What is she trying to do?

Want to control these monsters and wrest control of them from Alessa?

Or do they want to use mind control to understand the torment these monsters suffered in their previous lives?

At this moment, Madison was using her telekinesis to pin an armless person firmly against the wall.

Then she stood there in front of the monster, staring at it, muttering to herself.

Suren stood not far away, watching her bizarre behavior, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

This scene is no less tragic than playing the lute to a cow.

These monsters were all created by Alessa, so where would they get their hearts?

He shook his head, not wanting to disturb her self-entertainment, and turned to go to the church.

The strange plant planted in the church seems to have grown a little more, its branches becoming thicker.

"It seems to have absorbed most of the resentment within the underground base."

Suren looked at the plant. If he had fully deployed Silent Hill underground and absorbed that immense despair and fear without any loss, the plant might have grown even faster.

But that would be too risky.

Once Silent Hill is fully deployed, everything he has hidden in the Otherworld, including the imprisoned angels, will be exposed.

He put such greedy thoughts aside, thinking that plants would mature sooner or later, and there was no need to rush things.

At that moment, Alessa suddenly appeared beside Suren: "She's awake."

""

After leaving behind three words, she disappeared again, seemingly busy with something else.

"Finally awake."

Suren's figure vanished in the church.

In the quiet room, Ida let out a muffled groan.

She held her forehead in pain and slowly woke up.

The white coat she was wearing to disguise herself had been taken off at some point, leaving only the red pencil skirt underneath.

The silky fabric clung tightly to her curves, and even when she bent over slightly, her lower abdomen remained flat.

As she descended, the black stockings that covered her legs were torn and ripped, revealing large areas of fair skin. The edges of several tears in the stockings were slightly concave, digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Ida propped herself up on the edge of the bed with one hand, her gaze quickly sweeping over her missing coat and tattered stockings. A terrible thought flashed through her mind.

The confusion in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

For a spy who constantly walks on the edge of death, losing consciousness is undoubtedly the most fatal mistake.

Just then, Suren's figure suddenly appeared.

Without a second thought, Ada pulled a small pistol from her inner thigh and fired three shots at Suren’s head and both shoulders.

"Bang bang bang!"

However, the bullet passed right through Suren's body and embedded itself in the wall behind him.

Ada's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and a hint of undisguised shock flashed in her eyes.

She forced herself to calm down, pointed the gun at Suren, and asked in an icy voice, "Who are you? What did you do to me?"

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