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Chapter 360: The Interrupted Reverie
New World, the Red Line facing the Marine's G1 Branch.
A thick white fog began surging upward from the Red Line's edge.
At the G1 Branch on the New World side, the base commander gaped as the massive white mist climbed the Red Line like a colossal beast.
The bizarre sight left him stunned before he hurriedly reported to Marine Headquarters and Admiral Sengoku who was currently stationed at Marijoa.
The Reverie was underway.
Though the phenomenon might be unusual weather, if it signaled an enemy invasion, his tenure as base commander would be over, watching foes slip by without even a warning.
As he sent the alert, the white fog reached Marijoa.
Like ordinary mist, it dispersed and spread, sweeping over the entire Holy Land.
It engulfed agents, guards, streets, and buildings in a relentless tide, plunging Marijoa into a world of white fog.
The outer defenses were thrown into disarray by the sudden shift.
"What's happening? The weather changed out of nowhere, is this fog?"
"It's so thick I can barely see. Contact headquarters, could be an enemy attack."
The guards, sensing the abnormality, didn't dare slack off.
They reported upward immediately. Caution demanded it, though higher-ups likely already knew.
As they sent their alerts, they failed to notice countless humanoid shapes of black mist drifting through the fog, swarming toward Marijoa.
"Ah! What are those?"
Soon, someone spotted the odd figures. Their sheer, dense numbers startled the guards.
Up close, they didn't even look human, instilling a creeping dread.
"Jie jie jie! We're finally here! I can't wait to get started!"
A figure clad in steel armor, resembling a knight, swaggered forward with a horde of varied demons in tow.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
A guard shouted at the sight of the dark, overwhelming mass.
Panic and shock gripped the defenders.
They'd never imagined Marijoa would face an invasion. The sheer scale signaled no minor skirmish, the Holy Land was under assault, and by inhuman foes no less. The only culprits that came to mind were the infamous demon clan.
It was unthinkable.
Historically, Marijoa was the safest place.
Even the slave liberation incident had exploited a loophole.
This time, the enemy's approach screamed war, possibly by the mysterious demons!
Rip!
Suddenly, the shouting guard's voice cut off.
His head tumbled to the ground.
Blood sprayed, splattering the face of the guard beside him, who trembled in terror.
"Seriously, can't you keep it down? Quietly savor the art of slaughter."
A figure wielding a blood-red scythe suddenly appeared beside the decapitated guard.
His glowing crimson eyes exuded an overwhelming pressure, making the nearby guards feel as though they were gazing upon a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Well then, it's time for the slaughter!"
Inside the conference room in Marijoa, where the kings of the allied nations had gathered for their meeting, the Five Elders, already seated, were about to have the chairman announce the start of the session.
But they all sensed something was wrong.
As their unease grew, seven figures emerged in the corridor not far from the meeting room within this massive building, the Seven Apostles of the Demon God from the demon clan.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Every guard who laid eyes on them silently collapsed.
They stopped before a wall.
"Domain Expansion."
A deep, gravelly voice resounded, belonging to Shiwen.
A black power, like flowing water, spread from Shiwen's feet behind the apostles, forming a black pool-like area with a fifty-meter diameter.
The air grew heavy with a solemn, oppressive aura.
A massive gray stone pillar, dozens of meters thick and covered in intricate patterns, erupted from the black pool.
Boom, boom, boom!
The grand structure let out a deafening roar.
The ground trembled as if struck by an earthquake. The unstoppable stone pillar smashed through everything in its path, barriers, ceilings, and all, piercing upward.
It soared over a hundred meters high.
The largest building in the Holy Land had its roof torn open, revealing the misty white sky above, shrouded in fog.
Crack, crack!
White light began to emanate from the pillar's patterns. Its outer shell then split cleanly along those lines, the fragments adhering to the fifty-meter boundary and orbiting a central white beam of light suspended in midair.
The sight was both sacred and awe-inspiring.
"Oscillating Horizon."
As Shiwen finished his incantation, the wall blocking their path was obliterated.
Cough, cough, cough…
"What's happening? An earthquake?"
The leaders of the allied nations in the conference room were startled by the sudden tremor and ear-splitting noise.
But before they could grasp the situation, the wall behind the chairman exploded.
A torrent of dust and debris blasted into the room.
Many kings choked on the dust, their once-pristine garments now coated in grime, leaving them disheveled and dirt-streaked.
Yet, compared to that, something far more shocking seized their attention.
As the smoke cleared, they gradually made out several figures stepping forward.
The faces that had been grumbling with discontent moments ago now froze in horror.
In the sight of the Five Elders and Kingdom Kings, seven distinct figures emerged slowly from the dust before a towering white beam of light encircled by stone fragments.
A terrifying presence enveloped the room, causing cold sweat to bead on their foreheads.
"H-How… How is this possible?!"
"The Apostles! The Demon God's Apostles! Aren't they the Demon God's Apostles? What's going on? Why are they here?!"
"Damn it! Has Marijoa been invaded by the Apostles? What do we do?!"
"Guards! Guards, no, the Admirals! Get the Marine Admirals here to save us!"
The appearance of the Seven Apostles sent the leaders in the room into a frenzy.
The Seven Apostles of the Demon God, these inhuman beings were true monsters. Even the Four Emperors would fall in one-on-one combat against them.
And now, all of them had descended upon Marijoa.
At the critical moment when world leaders were gathered for the conference, no less.
What were these Apostles planning? Were they here to take them hostage?
No one believed the Demon God's Apostles had stormed the Holy Land with such fanfare just to say hello.
They were in deep trouble!
Facing all seven Apostles at such close range, the suffocating pressure rooted them to the spot. They lacked even the strength to stand and flee.
Their lives hung entirely on the whims of these beings, a situation few could face without panic.
Tap, tap, tap…
Crisp footsteps rang out.
Under the grim expressions of the Five Elders and the panicked faces of the kings, a figure emerged, dressed almost identically to a Celestial Dragon.
"Kings of the allied nations and the supreme Five Elders, a pleasure to meet you all for the first time!"
( End of this chapter )