At the center of the rooftop of Building B, a gear-like structure hummed as it revolved. It constructed an intricate and marvelous formation. Rays of light weaved together like a cocoon, wrapping An Chengli within.
With this layer of cover, An Chengli could no longer hide his ashen face. He ground his teeth heavily. His thoughts were completely on the building beneath his feet. He was on the damned members of the Society who made him feel as if his heart and lungs were on fire.
As a sworn First Oblatum, he could be considered a mentally enhanced in a certain sense. However, his mental senses were never his forte. He needed to use the Divination Domain to lock onto a target several hundred meters away, separated by several dozen layers of reinforced concrete.
However, as long as his consciousness existed in the "Divine Play Domain" for a moment, An Weng's evaluation seemed to linger in his mind.
"How unsightly."
An Weng's words were as light and subtle as usual. They were worth pondering. But this time, the most superficial meaning was enough to make An Chengli feel as if he had been slapped in the face. His entire face was wooden.
He stood within the magic array, but he felt as if he was imprisoned in a cage. The gazes of the surrounding people turned extremely strange.
Actually, the priests and members of the Order were far from being able to access information from the Divination Domain. It was very difficult for them to know what the First Oblatums were doing and what they were communicating with each other.
However, An Chengli still felt terrible. He had a feeling that An Weng's words had spread far and wide. Correspondingly, his performance as the judge personally appointed by An Weng had spread far and wide …. This was completely different from what he had imagined.
He had never thought that this half-grown child named Luo Nan would be so thorny.
Other things aside, Luo Nan's soul strength was extremely thick. Most importantly, it formed its own system. The so-called Format Pyramid appeared to be illusory and indistinct, but it was like a layer of irritating curtains. It acted as a buffer for penetrating power on the mental plane. An Chengli had tried to use his power time and time again, but he wasn't confident that he would succeed in one strike. He could only keep accumulating power.
He hesitated for a long time, waiting for the military to activate the Ghost Bomb with great difficulty. An Chengli then took advantage of this opportunity. He used the Oblatum Knight as a carrier to find an opportunity to kill the enemy in one strike. But who would have thought that just as the accumulated power was about to take effect, it was chopped off by that damned "secretary". He himself suffered a backlash, and his soul was shaken. He still hadn't calmed down.
The most damned thing was that Luo Nan and his secretary had mocked him by name after the fact …. And this was a one-sided situation where they had guessed correctly about his identity.
A great humiliation!
If this matter were to spread, then he, An Chengli, would become an eternal laughingstock in Xia City and even in the Order of Justice. He would never be able to survive!
At this moment, An Chengli only wanted to avenge his humiliation.
The people from the association had already passed through the connecting passageway and entered Building B … Building B was good, he was in Building B!
There were three connected buildings. The height of the buildings was around seven hundred meters. They were connected to Frost River Reality in the center. Following the arrival of Luo Nan's group, the straight-line distance between the two sides had already shrunk to less than four hundred meters. The enemy had even divided their forces!
A heaven-sent opportunity!
An Chengli began to mobilize the power of the Divination Domain. However, just as he started, An Weng's thoughts cut in and seized all the authority of the Divination Domain. The projection of the Scales of Truth in the center of the Great Triangle forcefully attracted the attention of every Officiator.
The position of the white scale on the classical pendulum scale was lifted up by a bit, and the black scale correspondingly fell down. It looked like the state of imbalance had been corrected. The winding and rotating posture of the Krait on the black scale was more lively than it was at the beginning. This showed that the ritual had made great progress.
An Chengli was shocked at first when his authority was seized, but his face burned when he saw this scene.
It was reasonable to say that An Weng had personally appointed him to judge Luo Nan with the ultimate goal of breaking the order that Luo Nan had formed. He wanted to release the elements of pain and chaos and make the Scales of Truth reach equilibrium. Now that there was great progress, An Chengli should be happy.
But the problem was, how much of this was due to him?
An Chengli had been affected by the Secretary's decapitation, and most of the power he had accumulated had been dissipated. Although he had frightened the citizens of Frost River Reality out of their wits, the chaotic elements of the hundred or so people couldn't be considered a weight at all!
What truly affected the Scales of Truth was the panic of the surrounding citizens caused by the power outage of the three buildings. And the reason for all this was because An Weng had given an order to the action team. He hadn't used any supernatural powers.
An Chengli felt that An Weng was a fool when he compared the two.
However, An Weng wasn't too satisfied with the current situation. "It's still a bit lacking. Perhaps I've placed too much of a foundation on the Scales of Truth... I still need to make up for it."
Zheng Xiao, who was on the other side of the building, really wanted to ask. Just what was the foundation that An Weng had placed?
But at this time, An Chengli, who was anxious to save face, couldn't wait to say, "Leave it to me, An Weng. This time, I will definitely get rid of those people from the Society..."
"You only have one chance, child."
An Weng's thoughts were gentle and firm. Only those familiar with him knew that the deepest layer of his thoughts was a callousness akin to an iceberg at the bottom of the sea. "Mending the pen after the sheep is lost is not a flock of sheep, but a fence. Its purpose is none other than order!"
As An Weng spoke, the scene under the projection of the Scales of Truth quickly changed. It swept over a dense crowd. These people were scattered across the three connected buildings. Because of the sudden darkness, they were bewildered and uneasy.
However, as time passed, human instincts to adapt to the environment came into play. The convenient and efficient information system of modern society was also the embodiment of rules and order.
As the government sent targeted information to all the trapped citizens and instructed them to evacuate and evacuate, the panic of the people gradually subsided. Tens of thousands of citizens were evacuated from the fire escape and emergency evacuation exits.
In modern metropolises, high-rise commercial buildings were often connected by high-altitude stairs and conveyor belts. They were like long vines that extended and entangled in a primeval forest. This also made it convenient for evacuation during emergencies. At this time, people were flowing out of these tunnels like ants. Due to the proper distribution of information, the overall situation was quite stable.
However, this also caused the "imbalance" of the Scales of Truth to become more serious.
Seeing the white scales move down again, not to mention Zheng Xiao, even An Chengli, who hadn't been very focused all this time, couldn't help but divert some of his attention.
If the "imbalance" couldn't be transformed into a "balanced" state, it meant that the spellcasting had failed. The three of them would suffer a serious backlash. This was much more tragic than the one caused by the secretary earlier.
"One order, one world."
An Weng sighed softly. "I like order. Order is the brightest path to the truth. But sometimes, we must abandon the low-level parts and replace them with the high-level parts. To use the low-level world as a ladder to the high-level world... "
"An Weng!" Zheng Xiao felt that something was wrong. An Weng's request to cut off the power to the three buildings was very inappropriate. And according to what An Weng had just said, wasn't it a step further?
A step further? What step was it?
An Weng's response was clear. "Before order, there must be disorder. New birth must be accompanied by destruction."
Before the thought was extinguished, a dazzling radiance exploded within Frost River Reality. The shockwave instantly flattened the glass wall on one side. Seven or eight human silhouettes scattered amidst the flying shards of glass that filled the sky. They were thrown towards the three connected buildings.
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