As we wound deeper and deeper into the tunnel, we took at least half a dozen turns, and I came to the conclusion that the chief engineer responsible for designing the Olympus base had been a termite or a rat in a previous life — look at this hole!
Of course, it wasn't a peaceful journey. Along the way, we encountered countless fallen Olympians. These people were obviously the elites that Olympus had stationed in the main base. This could be seen from the dense scars on the walls around them. Without the strength of a little monster, who would be able to practice carving on these high-strength alloys?
Among these corpses, there were naturally one or two survivors. Those who could survive in such a chaotic battle were extraordinary. When the invaders approached, these religious fanatics, who had been brainwashed by the religion, immediately attacked with their last bit of strength. We encountered six or seven such cases in a row. Of course, every attack was ineffective. Pandora and Visca didn't even have the chance to attack before the attackers committed suicide under Sandora's mind control. In the end, the impatient Sandora even activated the Field of Fear, magnifying the fear in the hearts of the enemies by a hundred times. She tried to use this method to disperse the harmless but extremely annoying flies, but the effect was minimal. The Olympian elites, who had only a sliver of HP left, didn't retreat even in the face of great fear. Instead, they launched even more irrational attacks on us. Even Sandora couldn't understand this situation. In her opinion, as an elite troop, if they were in such a situation, and no matter what kind of resistance they put up, the smartest choice would be to do everything possible to survive. This was the only way to preserve the overall strength of the troop and have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Of course, this was the right way to think. As a Schilling Queen who prioritized the interests of the race and the ultimate victory, Sandora had to have such thoughts and awareness. However, she obviously lacked the necessary understanding of the power of human "religion."
The so-called religious fanaticism, especially the fanaticism of cults, was a strange thing that could completely drive a person's heart into the most ridiculous state. It could turn the smartest person into a fool, the calmest person into a lunatic, Socrates into Mussolini, Hegel into Adolf Hitler, and Pandora into … ah, a Pandora … That girl was already in her final form …
The Olympian brainwashing was more successful than the average cults. Not only did it give its believers an exciting goal, but more importantly, it seemed like it could actually succeed!
It was quite annoying to kill the half-dead minions along the way. In the end, Sandora simply placed the "suicide" command in her mental field. As we ventured deeper, we encountered many NPCs that suddenly stood up from the pile of Olympian corpses, bowed to us, and then turned around to commit suicide. It was as if the only reason they were lying there, lingering on their last breath, was to wait for us to come over and commit suicide …
Sandora's fighting style was the most creepy. You were a puppet in her hands until you died.
Just as we began to suspect that all the breathing things in the Olympian base had become organic fertilizer on the ground, and even the leaders had been killed by the rebellion of their subordinates, a clapping sound came from in front of us, accompanied by a disgusting androgynous voice. "Very powerful, very powerful. Among the human superpower organizations, you are indeed at the top …"
Looking at the empty corridor in front of us, Sandora said calmly, "Stop hiding, worm. We have a way to find you."
"It seems that killing a few ants who failed to receive the blessing has inflated the confidence of you mortals," the voice said pretentiously. "So far, you have only been fighting against the chess pieces of the great Olympian. Those inferior mortals, oh, and the weak ones that have fallen here, it does not matter how many of them die … including that idiot Poseidon, who always likes to show off when he appears …"
Oh, it seemed that Poseidon, who had been accidentally killed by Pandora, had failed to show off and suffered an unexpected misfortune. Thinking of this, even Pandora, who had maintained her icy state, was stunned. It was probably the first time in her life that she had encountered such an enemy.
"My name is Hades." Seeing our dumbfounded expressions, the invisible guy took it as a sign of fear and couldn't help but say proudly, "The King of the Dark, the God of Eternal Sleep and Death. Mortals, die by my hands …"
I waved my hand impatiently and said, "Pandora, polarizing force field."
Accompanied by a sharp screech, as if some rotating machine had suddenly stopped, the abnormal distortion in the surrounding space was immediately neutralized by Pandora's polarizing force field. About ten meters in front of us, a guy wearing a black priest's robe and a mask similar to Poseidon's appeared. He had his hands spread out and was giving a passionate speech as if he was preaching. However, with the sudden loss of his ability, this movement instantly froze into a rather hilarious mime performance.
The masked man wearing the name of Hades had his hands spread out, maintaining the posture of his impromptu speech. He was stunned for a few seconds, unable to react.
"Mortals! What have you done!? " Even though 'Hades' had been removed from invisibility, he still did not forget his powerful identity. "How dare you offend the great God of Death …"
I couldn't be bothered to listen to the madman in front of me express his delusions. I patted the head of a certain little girl beside me who was eager to try. "Visca, beat him up!"
Just as I finished speaking, the Cat-eyed loli, who was filled with fighting spirit, let out a "Awoo" and charged forward like a runaway … Visca.
"Ha! As expected of a foolish mortal! "
The black-clothed masked man shouted in a strange tone. Then, he raised both of his hands up high, and a large stretch of transparent phantoms with some kind of gelatinous texture appeared behind him. They quickly condensed into the shape of swords, and then, with incomparable speed, they stabbed towards the charging little girl.
A series of Jingle sounds of metal clashing rang out as Visca came into contact with the transparent phantoms. Actually, strictly speaking, it was the psionic shield around Visca that collided with the phantoms. The two energies collided violently in the air, and dazzling silver sparks continuously burst forth. The scattered psionic energy and the mutated energy released by Hades were like bullets flying everywhere in the narrow corridor. Soon, the corridor was transformed into a post-modern honeycomb-shaped structure. It was said that this kind of wall was the most suitable to be used in a large theater …
As expected, the leaders of Olympus were slightly worth looking at. After all, the technology they used was a product of the Schilling Civilization. Visca, who originally wanted to use a charge to end the battle, was bombarded by the dense transparent blades. However, he was not injured in the slightest.
This scene, however, had a huge impact on Hades.
"What kind of ability is that!?" The masked man did not stop attacking, but his voice carried a tone of disbelief. "You can actually remain unscathed under the attack of the Blade of Death!?"
Seeing that Visca was still leisurely walking forward under the bombardment of the so-called "Blade of Death", I could not help but ask curiously, "Visca, why aren't you using a weapon?"
I remembered that Visca's favorite fighting style should be the same as Pandora's, the turret style, right?
Hearing my question, Visca immediately stopped walking. He turned his head and scratched his small head. With a puzzled expression, he whispered, "But, Big Brother told me to go up and beat him up!"
Uh … Should I say, as expected, they are sisters? Why are they the same as Pandora? They don't know how to beat around the bush?
I shrugged and said, "Up to you. Do whatever is convenient for you."
Hearing that, Hades immediately became furious. "Arrogant mortal! Today, you will die under the wrath of God! "
Just as he said that, even I could feel that the energy fluctuations of this human metahuman had undergone a strange change. It was not a change in the strength of his power, but a huge change in his nature. A large, indistinct, transparent shadow behind him instantly materialized in the air like a transparent mold filled with mercury!
This guy actually materialized his energy?!
"Go to hell! Death Storm! "
Hades roared angrily. An overwhelming amount of bright silver swords rushed towards the little girl like a storm. The strength of the energy contained in the swords made even me faintly feel threatened. Is this the power of the so-called "blessing" of Olympus?
The silver torrent tore apart the sturdy alloy walls on both sides of the corridor, instantly widening the space by more than two times. Under the cutting of this unknown mutated energy blade, those metal walls that were more sturdy than nuclear bunkers that were several dozen meters tall were actually not much stronger than a piece of tofu. En, it was at the level of frozen tofu.
Facing such a deadly torrent, Visca did not have the slightest intention of dodging. She only raised her right hand slightly, and then a red halo began to wander around her body. This scene was vaguely familiar …
"Aooisasi-Duukios …" Visca uttered a string of indecipherable syllables. At the same time, the silver-white energy blade touched her finger. Following a crisp sound of crystal shattering, Hades' attack shattered into pieces and gradually disappeared into the air.
I remember now. Back in the World of Azeroth, Shallow Shallow and I patrolled the main engine room where the Bubble was located. This was the ability that Visca had used when I first met her!
Alright, I admit that I wanted to say that it was a seduction skill … But considering that Visca was a girl herself, I decided to swallow my words …
According to Visca, it was a skill that could nullify supernatural abilities. This was a skill that specifically targeted supernatural abilities or other similar powers that were between magic and natural science. Even Shallow Shallow, who could be called a godly skill, had suffered a small loss under Visca's interference ability.
"Pandora, do you have such an ability?"
Looking at how Visca easily shattered Hades' attack, I casually asked the little girl next to me. I didn't have any suspicions in my heart. After all, they were identical copies of each other. Since Visca could do it, there was no reason that Pandora couldn't, right?
But unexpectedly, Pandora shook her head. "This is Visca's own ability."
I asked in surprise, "You don't know?"
"Pandora doesn't have such a skill that specifically targets supernatural abilities." Sandora answered on behalf of Pandora. "This seems to be an ability that Visca researched on her own. I really don't know how this little girl got such a strange ability. But from the looks of it, the effect is not bad."
Yep, the effect was indeed not bad. After Visca shattered Hades' attack with his claw, Hades seemed to be stunned by such a huge change. He stood dumbly on the spot. And Visca, who was a group of leaders of the Empire who advocated shamelessness … ahem, practical tactics, naturally knew what to do at this moment. The little girl casually pulled out a three-meter long … Oh, this one was a little too powerful. It would collapse the corridor. So, she took out a sniper rifle that was nearly two meters long, aimed at Hades' head and pulled the trigger.
The moment the gunshot rang out, Hades finally reacted. He hurriedly stretched out his hand, and a bright silver energy shield instantly condensed in the air. Perhaps it was because he couldn't dodge in time, or perhaps he was habitually confident that ordinary firearms could no longer hurt the "god of the new world," Hades didn't seem to have any intention of dodging the oncoming gunshot.
And so, the powerful psionic bullet easily tore through the beautiful and smooth silver shield with great kinetic energy. It vaporized the "god" behind him, along with a dozen kilograms of the floor under his feet, into a cloud of colorful gas.
Life is bullsh * t, death is grievous. Have a good journey, NPC No. 2 from Olympus. I hope you can comfort Lord Poseidon, who didn't even have time to finish his lines …
"Let's go." I sighed at the death of another Olympian leader and took the lead.
After crossing the corridor that Hades had blocked, we finally came to a wide and bright hall. But this once extravagant assembly hall was now lifeless. All kinds of luxurious and exquisite sculptures had been smashed into pieces, and the ancient Roman-style pillars were covered with ghastly cracks. The floor was covered with thick, high-end carpets. No matter what color the carpet used to be, at least it was now a bright red. The blood of countless people had condensed in this extravagant assembly hall.
The floor was covered with corpses.
They were all wearing black robes that looked like priest robes, but they didn't wear the strange white masks. They were probably high-ranking members of Olympus or the Church Guards. But now, these existences that stood at the pinnacle of human power had all become lifeless corpses. Even the blood in their bodies was still warm.
"They were killed instantly by the same method. The densely packed holes on the corpses looked like they had been shot by thousands of crossbow bolts for a few minutes." Sandora looked down at the corpses and concluded, "The person who did this should be Hades. It seems that he single-handedly 'quelled' the 'rebellion' in the entire base."
At this moment, a weathered voice suddenly sounded in the lifeless hall. "Rebellion? Hehe … it is indeed a rebellion … "
The sudden voice surprised us. Speaking of which, according to our senses … Okay, according to Sandora's senses, could there be any human who could hide their presence?
"Human, your courage is indeed admirable," Sandora turned her head in the direction of the voice, her tone emotionless. "If you continue to pretend to be dead, I may spare your life."
Ugh, it seemed that I was the only one who didn't notice that there were survivors in this hall …
At this moment, I saw a tall man sitting dejectedly on a broken stone pillar not far from us. He looked to be about forty-five years old and had a rather imposing beard. He had the temperament of a high-ranking person. But now, I couldn't see any fighting spirit on his face. At his feet, there was a white mask that had been split in half.
Ugh … This decadent uncle is also the leader of Olympus? Even if Sandora had done some damage, the leader of the largest criminal organization in human history shouldn't be meeting with us in this form, right?
Sandora's words made the decadent man look confused and surprised for a moment. But then, he revealed an expression of understanding and let out a bitter smile. "Human? Are you trying to say that you are not human? Haha … I've always thought that the famous Boundless Love was a group of great saviors, but now it seems that we're not the only ones with wishful thinking … In that case, your goal is actually the relic of the ancient gods? Haha … "
Sandora frowned impatiently. Then, a raging black flame burned on her right hand. In the flame, a ferocious black claw gradually formed. This girl is trying to scare me again. Ever since I said that I didn't mind her current appearance, Sandora didn't care about whether her Abyss form looked good or not. To put it in a self-inflated way, in the entire world, the only thing that Sandora cared about was my opinion.
"Human, I don't have time to play with you …" The Abyss form Sandora teleported in front of the stunned decadent uncle and placed her huge claw on his chest. "Now, tell me, where are your accomplices hiding, and … where are you hiding our ruins …"
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