I, Lord of Prayer

The raging, pitch-black flames made Zhou Chen feel a sense of resistance and disgust that originated from his very soul.

So evil.

So profound.

So cold.

It was as if what was burning was not fire, but darkness filled with despair and death.

Does everyone have a second stage these days?!

Bang!

Yang immediately raised his shotgun and fired a shot at the other side. The gunfire roared, and the huge impact sent the corpse flying. Blood gushed out like a sieve, and the corpse crashed heavily to the ground.

Wisps of black flame rose from the wound, and then, like a flood bursting through a dam, the black flames gushed out of the body, instantly igniting the entire corpse and causing it to burn violently.

In the pitch-black flames, one could vaguely see Shi Meng's corpse split open like a silkworm cocoon, with a human-shaped silhouette struggling to break free.

Stop looking, run!

Yang turned around and jumped down into the collapsed hole.

Zhou Chen quickly drew his gun and pulled the trigger. Two pale meteors shot out, leaving two conspicuous trails in the air, accurately hitting the figure in the dark flames. Then he turned around and jumped down, running straight into the metal gate that had opened automatically due to a circuit malfunction.

What came into view was a huge warehouse, at least four hundred meters long from the entrance to the end, piled high with goods like mountains and seas, its area was undeniably enormous.

According to the information provided by the intelligence department, this transit warehouse has never had any underground areas built.

So the truth is about to be revealed: this is the place that Xifeng has been using to store smuggled goods for so many years.

However, looking around, there was no one there, and it seemed that no smugglers were guarding the place.

Yang was using brute force to open the wooden crates one by one, hoping to find useful supplies or weapons, but there was nothing inside except gold and silver jewelry.

Zhou Chen also began violently opening the box, asking as he did so, "What is that thing?"

"It's a Fire Slave, an abyssal creature. The best way to kill it is to shatter the crystal core inside its body, but it will kill us first before that."

Damn it, how did the Ascended Ones of the West Wind get infected and turned into Abyssal creatures for no reason... Did they do something stupid and get some Abyssal cursed artifacts?

In short, we're no match for that thing in our current state. Let's see if we can find some good supplies to replenish our resources.

Yang picked up an ornate dagger from the cargo box, examined it for a moment, and then realized it was just an ornament. He cursed under his breath, threw it on the ground, and continued searching.

Abyssal creatures… Zhou Chen chewed on the term. Although he had become an Ascended One and joined the Special Operations Group, for various reasons, he had not yet systematically studied the knowledge of the extraordinary realm. He only knew that abyssal creatures was a very broad general term, and even the Corruptors actually belonged to the category of abyssal creatures.

But it's not hard to see that thing is definitely not a friendly one.

  

"Seventh team, seventh team, how are you doing?" A teammate's voice came through the comms. (New 69 Bookstore →)

"We were hit by an explosion, which is bad. Also, we killed that Bone Blade Ability Enhancer, but it mutated into a Fire Slave after its death," Yang replied.

"Fire slaves... Damn it, is it an abyss infection? If all these guys turn into fire slaves, that's terrible!"

"This is Team Three. We also encountered an explosion, but it's not a big problem. We just teamed up with Teams Two and Four to take down two Ascended Ones, one with Iron Fist and the other with Blood as a Blade. Since they have the potential to become Fire Slaves, let's blow them to smithereens first!"

"Yang, this is Team Six. We're nearby and will be there soon. Hold on... Damn it, those corpses have mutated!"

The communication on the other end was quickly cut off; it was obvious that they were already engaged in a fierce battle.

Zhou Chen and Yang continued their violent opening of the boxes, but all they found were boxes and boxes of gold and silver jewelry, as well as various antiques and decorations; they couldn't find anything useful at all.

"Reinforcements will arrive in five minutes." Just then, a cold voice rang out on the communication channel; it was Jiang Che.

As the leader of the special operations team, it was impossible for her to be absent from the mission. In fact, she was always secretly monitoring everyone's movements.

"Five minutes..." Zhou Chen's expression was very unpleasant. Who knew when that fire slave would jump down? Maybe they wouldn't even last until the reinforcements arrived.

Now he fully understands the dangers of being a member of the special operations team. In any mission involving supernatural powers, unexpected situations are always unpredictable, and a slight mistake can lead to death.

Suddenly, he paused, and with delight, picked up two brand-new shotguns from the wooden box.

"Old Yang, we've got the goods! It's also the Destroyer model, and the bullets are interchangeable." He said, tossing one of the guns over.

The moment Yang received the gun, a speck of stardust appeared in the wishing bottle.

Zhou Chen didn't pay much attention and quickly loaded the bullets.

Having a gun in hand keeps you calm.

All the fear stems from insufficient firepower.

If they had machine guns, grenade launchers, or RPG rocket launchers, why would they be afraid of a mere fire slave?

Unfortunately, it's gone...

"By the way, three of the four Ascended Ones have already been killed. Where did the one with the long hair go?" Zhou Chen asked in confusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out in the distance, blood spurted from Yang's body, and he collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Chen's expression changed drastically. The moment the gun fired, he lunged forward and fell to the ground. As he fell, the sharp whistling of the bullets passed overhead.

"He's right here!" Yang found cover and hid, cursing inwardly. That old bastard had actually hidden himself!

He gritted his teeth, gripped the gun with one hand, and with his powerful arm strength, repeatedly pulled the trigger towards the distance, forcing the figure to flee in a sorry state, no longer daring to fire.

Zhou Chen quickly got up and began suppressing the enemy's fire. The roar of gunfire was deafening, but the enemy had already taken cover behind the mountain of cargo containers.

"Your companions have all been infected and turned into abyssal creatures. If you don't want to die, throw down your guns and surrender. Smuggling is punishable by a maximum of twenty years. You choose between death and jail." Zhou Chen said, his eyes fixed on the left and right sides of the pile of cargo boxes.

Beside him, after confirming that his shoulder had been pierced by a bullet, Yang took out a vial filled with red liquid, uncorked it, poured half of the vial onto the spot where he had been shot, and drank the other half in one gulp.

As the most popular "blood potion" among Ascended, this alchemical potion has an astonishing recovery speed. Simply pour it on a wound, and it will heal in a dozen seconds. Taking it will also speed up the healing process and restore depleted stamina.

"Hahahaha..." A strange laugh suddenly came from behind the cargo box.

"Who do you think did all this?"

"To be God's servants is their greatest honor!"

"The glory of the King of Chaos will eventually shine upon the world!"

"I wouldn't choose death or imprisonment, because it's you who will die!"

Bang! A heavy thud came from outside.

A humanoid monster, entirely black with scythe-shaped arms and a ball of dark flame burning above its neck, slowly walked in.

Zhou Chen and Yang's hearts sank to the bottom.

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