Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Hex pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Bigley's temple, while simultaneously ripping the rag out of his mouth.

He expected Bigley to either beg for mercy or hurl insults, but the other man's first words were filled with surprise and uncertainty: "How did you know?"

I've speedrunned your game with both full support and full tank lineups more than once or twice, how could I not know?

In the early stages of the game, Hextech is very diligent, studying a single map in depth. Unlike later players, he doesn't like to skip story segments and has a decent understanding of the plot, so he naturally knows what kind of person Bigley is.

A madman who wants to destroy and cleanse the human world.

There is absolutely no possibility of negotiation.

The key issue is that the path to the altar is locked by an alloy door, and the main characters spent a lot of effort to find the password from the ruins.

Of course, Hextech had seen the code, but he had long forgotten it!

Who would remember a string of numbers from a second game they played a year ago?

He didn't waste any words with him, slapped him across the face, sending half a tooth flying, and at the same time grabbed Bigley's arm, snapping it at a ninety-degree angle.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Bigley let out a piercing scream.

This surprised even the ruthless Benev and the skilled interrogator Ada. What was going on? Why did they beat someone half to death without asking a single question?

"Wait!" Joanna quickly stopped Hex. "We need to interrogate him!"

"You have committed crimes against humanity, and we have the right to impose the death penalty on you!" She looked at him very seriously.

"Don't waste your time like this, this guy's got something wrong with his head," Hex said, frowning.

"The church people!" Bigley spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"I didn't expect you guys to have managed to sneak in!"

"Stop talking nonsense and tell us where the altar is!" Benev pointed his gun at Bigley's head.

"Hahahaha!" Bigley threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice maniacal and shrill.

"There's also a united front?"

"The Church, the United Front—I never thought you two would actually get involved together!"

"When my subordinates reported it before, I just thought it was a rumor."

"Shut up, talk now!"

Joanna held her cross-shaped sword horizontally, the cold blade pressed directly against his neck.

"Killing me won't help; you're too late." Bigley's eyes were filled with fanaticism.

"Even if you had come three days earlier, you might not have been able to stop us, let alone now."

"The ceremony began three days ago; it's already irreversible!"

"The gates of hell will swallow all of Manchester whole!"

"You can only obediently accept your hopeless end!"

"Snapped!"

Hex slapped him hard across the face again, sending another mouthful of teeth flying out with blood.

He grabbed Bigley with one hand and slammed him against the wall like a dead dog.

boom--

The entire building trembled violently, and the walls cracked with a dense, spiderweb-like pattern centered on the spot where he hit the ground.

Bigley coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

Outside, the cultists had already sensed something was wrong and were frantically banging on the door and roaring. But the door was reinforced exceptionally well, effectively keeping them out.

"It's no use." Bigley coughed up blood, still grinning maliciously.

"No matter how much you torment me, the deeper the physical wounds, the stronger my soul becomes."

"When I embrace hell, I will become a true demon!"

"You're a human being, so why would you betray all of humanity?" Joanna simply couldn't understand this kind of thinking.

"Humans?" Bigley's eyes twisted to the extreme as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"I am not some weak and trashy human race!"

"I was born in hell, but this body has trapped me in the human world."

"Since I can't go to hell, I'll bring hell down to earth!"

"This is an inevitable catastrophe; humanity was destined for extinction!"

"I just gave it a push."

"Give up, nothing can stop you!"

Meanwhile, Ida ignored his ramblings and kept checking the huge bookshelf against the wall.

She felt around in the gaps in the wooden planks with her fingertips, and suddenly touched a recessed mechanism, which she pressed gently.

Rumbling--

The bookshelves slowly slid to the sides, revealing a huge circular alloy door behind them.

The door was not only covered with twisted hellish runes, but also had three nested, mysterious cipher discs.

"The altar must be inside," Hex said in a deep voice, deliberately giving Emily a look. "Can you break it?"

Ada leaned closer to examine it closely, her brow furrowed.

Bigley burst into laughter again: "Don't waste your energy!"

"The password is a total of thirteen digits. If you enter any one of them incorrectly, the iron gate will lock!"

"It's surrounded by half-meter-thick bulletproof metal plates!"

"Once the seal is closed, you'll all be trapped here with me and starve to death."

"So, are you guys willing to bet?"

Hextech's grip tightened suddenly, and Bigley's face instantly turned purple, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" he screamed in agony. "The password is—12555352862123!"

Joanna hurriedly tried to step forward to enter the password, but Ida stopped her.

"That might not be true!" Ada frowned slightly.

"He's very likely trying to trick us into entering a fake password!"

Joanna protested, "Are we just going to waste our time with him?!"

"You'll get us killed!" Ada retorted sharply, refusing to back down.

"Please, please stop arguing!" Emily said, looking terrified.

"This is the real password, hahaha!" Bigley watched their argument, feeling extremely smug, as if victory was assured.

"Why don't you give it a try!"

Are you scared too?

Hex stared into his eyes, and Bigley didn't back down either, his exaggerated smile stretching to his ears, full of mockery and malice.

Just then, Emily suddenly spoke softly: "5322568816258".

"It's twelve digits, not thirteen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bigley's maniacal laughter came to an abrupt halt.

His smile froze on his face, his pupils contracted sharply, and he looked at Emily in disbelief. "You... how could you..."

Hextech's rage vanished, as if all his previous ferocity had been a facade.

Joanna also sheathed her cross sword, her expression calm.

All the anxiety and arguments everyone had just made were an act for him.

From the moment she entered, Emily had already sensed the secret room behind the bookshelf, but she didn't know the password.

Hextech knows there's a password, but doesn't know what it is.

Just now, Hex instructed Emily in the telepathic conversation that she should deliberately feign anxiety and rage, constantly putting pressure on him, just to numb Bigley's mind and create an opportunity for Emily to silently infiltrate his memory and dig out the real code.

The constant life-or-death pressures of the day caused Emily's mental abilities to advance by leaps and bounds.

As expected of a six-star late-game character, her potential far surpasses that of ordinary operators.

Without hesitation, Ada quickly entered the string of numbers into the keypad.

click -

The heavy alloy iron door popped open a crack.

Benev stepped forward, used his arms to pull the iron gate open completely.

A stench, sealed away for a century and mixed with the stench of blood and decay, assaulted the senses, making one's chest feel tight.

"Even if you open the door, it won't work. You can't stop us!" Bigley roared hoarsely.

Slap! Hex slapped him again, knocking him unconscious, and dragged him through the iron gate like a dead dog.

"What's the dog barking about?"