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Chapter 306 - 119: Redemption Across Time! Are You Afraid of God? No, I’m Afraid of You. _7

Chapter 306: Chapter 119: Redemption Across Time! Are You Afraid of God? No, I’m Afraid of You. _7

"Bring that girl to New York, and our debt is canceled," he had said.

The arrival of this scene undoubtedly caused all the players watching the live broadcast to shudder violently!

The barrage of comments was instantaneous and overwhelming!

"What the f***???"

"What is this fatalism! My scalp is tingling!!"

"So, the person giving Booker the quest was the elderly Elizabeth??"

"Mind-blowing!! This plot is too explosive!! Holy s***! Unbelievable!!"

"No wonder there were several scenes in the game where, accompanied by Booker losing consciousness, the visuals felt like they were in a hazy dream..."

"If I remember correctly, there was a scene earlier where Booker opens a door and sees the future, with bombs raining down on the world. I was confused then... It turns out to be a metaphorical reflection of the future! Oh my goodness..."

"Who could possibly come up with a story like this??"

"Baby Ke’s value is still rising!! He’s gone mad with killing!!"

It wasn’t just the audience that was incredibly shocked.

Even Booker in the game was beyond surprised.

"My employer... is you?"

The elderly Elizabeth didn’t answer directly but instead changed the subject.

"Take her away, don’t accept Comstock’s baptism, nor be crowned as a king," she said.

"That way, fate can be altered."

Having spoken, she waved her hand wearily as if summoning the last of her strength.

She seemed to expend the last trace of her energy to send Booker back to his original world.

It was apparent that the elderly Elizabeth possessed a stronger ability to Rupture space.

The young Elizabeth could only open the tears in space-time, but couldn’t determine which space-time to travel to.

But time still passed.

He had only stayed in the future for a moment, but upon returning to his original world, half a year had passed.

Now, Elizabeth was imprisoned in the Prophet’s Mansion, defenseless like a fish on the chopping block, quietly awaiting Comstock’s transformation.

Comstock’s reasoning was simple.

He wanted to extract part of the power to Rupture space-time from her body to mass-produce the latest type of military weapon to fight against the rebels.

By the time Booker rushed into the mansion with his gun.

He would see inside a transparent cylindrical glass column.

Elizabeth was strapped to an operating table.

Several doctors were drilling a massive custom drill bit into her bare back.

Soon it penetrated deeply into her spine.

Booker, enraged, pounded on the sturdy glass column.

But he could only hear Elizabeth’s pitiful and painful screams as she looked tearfully through the glass at the players.

After such a long journey together, no one could remain indifferent to the scene before them.

In the live broadcasts of "Infinite" by various streamers.

Almost every streamer had only one response.

Show no mercy!

Maximize the firepower!

So blinded by rage, they didn’t even stop to pick up bullets or Blood Medicine.

After finally clearing out the soldiers from the mansion, they swiftly cut off the operating room’s power supply and stopped the drill.

Then killed all the doctors involved in the surgery!

Only then did Booker come to Elizabeth’s side, helping up the extremely weak girl.

He carefully removed the bloody drill from her back and draped a coat over her, feeding her a fast-acting healing medicine.

After a brief rest, Booker finally made up his mind.

More than the insignificant debt, the girl before him, who had suffered so much, was the only one he wanted to protect.

"Let’s go to Paris," said Booker as he took Elizabeth’s hand, but she quickly shrugged it off.

After six months of inhuman torture and abuse.

The Elizabeth at that moment was no longer the naive, carefree girl she once was.

Her expression was cold as ice as she looked up slightly, her gaze fixed on Comstock’s portrait in the mansion.

"No, we can’t run away anymore."

"Look at what he’s done to me; he wanted to kill me. Comstock is a madman, and our job is to deal with this madman, to bring an end to everything in this story," she said.

Booker silently agreed.

With a clear and unified goal, the two resumed their tacit cooperation of old.

Perhaps because of all they had been through together, this time, they had no pity or sympathy for any faction or force.

Wherever they went, it was as if a god of death had passed.

Eventually, the two carved a path of blood.

They fought their way up from the Prophet’s Mansion to the Prophet Zeppelin prepared for escape.

They pushed open the cabin where Comstock was.

It had been turned into an open-air garden, with flowers in full bloom and lush green grass.

If one didn’t look at the mountain of corpses outside the door.

Everything here seemed overwhelmingly beautiful, peaceful, and leisurely.

Comstock, with his gray beard, stood not far away. Seeing the two arrive, he didn’t panic.

Instead, he greeted them with a warm smile, spreading his arms wide.

"Look who’s here," he said.

"My, my, you’ve grown so big, Elizabeth."

"I’m sorry that, over all these years, I never looked at you directly."

As he spoke, he gently took Elizabeth’s hand and led her to a water feature.

With a sponge soaked in water, he gently wiped the back of her hand over and over, as if truly a priest, focused on cleansing her of all filth.