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Chapter 255: Mission Accomplished (Major - Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Mission Accomplished (Major Chapter Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"We didn’t come to ’mess up’ Kaye City," the giant Yalid split his enormous mouth into a ferocious smile,

"We’re just striking a spark next to this powder keg that’s about to explode. We didn’t plant the seeds of chaos; we’re just here to reap the fruits of chaos."

As he smiled, a thought suddenly arose in He Ao’s heart, feeling that this man’s smile was so ugly, he really should tear his mouth apart.

This was the ’Paranoiac’s’ ability; it seemed Yalid had the same Talent Sequences as Chaos.

He Ao’s retreat halted abruptly, and he charged toward Chaos.

Chaos grinned, leaping off a building for momentum, and roared,

"The Order Universe brings forth miracles, and all the chaos points to the end."

A crimson circular flame insignia lit up on his broad back, and the moment it did, the very earth seemed to ignite, with an anxious and violent aura permeating into everyone’s heart.

He Ao and Yalid’s battle had drawn many onlookers, with silhouettes watching the fight in the rain through windows of homes and office buildings.

And as the insignia lit up, a sudden restless feeling surged in their hearts, with many even starting to fight among themselves.

A feeling of restlessness also arose in He Ao’s heart, but he quickly suppressed it as he watched Yalid in the air.

A gaze as if from the far reaches of the cosmos pierced through endless voids, through the thick clouds and scattered rain, and fell upon Yalid.

"God will protect all the devout believers! Ah!!!!!"

Yalid let out a roar, his body rapidly swelling as twisted muscles grew out of nowhere, filling up his frame.

In an instant, he transformed into a ten-meter-tall giant in the sky, his entire body crimson as if flames were burning all around him.

His face grew more ferocious as he looked at the Hell Apostle Mech wielded by He Ao and roared like a beast before charging over.

With a slash of his right hand, He Ao’s sword pierced Yalid’s waist but could not penetrate further, as the muscles held it firmly in place.

"Goodbye."

Using He Ao’s shoulder for leverage with one hand, his other hand smashed toward the cockpit of the Hell Apostle.

The hard metal enveloping the cockpit was flattened by the fierce punch, deeply indented like an iron disc.

Relying on ’Vian’s’ physical capabilities, it was impossible to survive such a heavy blow.

However, a sense of unease rose in Yalid’s heart; after the cockpit had been smashed, the Hell Apostle Mechs didn’t respond as a mech should if its pilot had died.

Realizing something was wrong, Yalid tried to escape.

But a giant sword suddenly thrust fiercely from his right side, piercing his body and pinning him in place.

At the same time, a cold barrel pressed against his back.

Hell Apostles were modeled after the Seraphim.

What the Seraphim had, the Hell Apostles also had, more or less.

For instance, the Seraphim’s main cannon.

The latest model of the super electromagnetic cannon.

In that instant, He Ao increased the output power of the fusion reactor.

500%

Overwhelming energy surged forth.

In a flash, many parts of the Hell Apostle were directly destroyed by the overflowing energy.

Some larger components even started to fall off.

But at this moment, the super electromagnetic cannon had completed its energy storage; dazzling electric arcs flowed over the main cannon in the right hand of the Hell Apostle, like a true Hell Apostle wielding brilliance.

"You madman!"

Currently, Yalid was tightly clung to the Hell Apostle; if He Ao fired, both Yalid and the Hell Apostle would be pierced through.

Yalid wanted to break free from He Ao’s hold, but it was already too late.

The fierce glow lit up half of the night sky, turning the entire city amidst the darkness into something resembling broad daylight.

A powerful shell instantly pierced through the enormous body of Yalid, as well as the upper half of the Hell Apostle.

The restless crowd settled down from their skirmishes, drawn by the loud sound, gazing at the two massive objects falling from the sky.

The Hell Apostle, already largely disintegrated in the air, its pieces scattering in all directions.

Among the flying debris of the Mecha, a humanoid figure was mixed in, facing the sky as he crashed to the ground.

His body was wrapped in a beautiful silver-grey metal.

This metal formed a graceful humanoid Mech, but now this powerful Mech was covered in fine cracks, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

He Ao rolled over, grasped the micro fusion reactor on his chest, and struggled to his feet.

The Adam 2 model’s back buffer had suffered the least damage and retained some function, greatly reducing the impact he had just experienced in his fall.

Silver-grey metal pieces fell from his body, revealing his bloodstained clothes and his cheeks blurred with blood.

Many of his ribs were broken; it was unclear if they were all shattered or if one or two remained intact.

With every step he took, severe pain radiated throughout his body, and his breathing was abnormally difficult, but he kept walking forward, step by step.

The burst of rain washed the blood off his body, barely exposing his bruised and wounded cheeks.

He walked forward step by step, pushed open the door to the tavern, crossed the tavern’s hall, walked into a small cabin at the back, and reached out to touch the wooden door.

The sharp creaking noise interrupted the excited chorus of agreement inside.

Accompanying this creaking sound was his weak, "I disagree."

All eyes gathered on He Ao, the ’unexpected intruder.’

Their murky eyes couldn’t hide the surprise in their gaze.

[Mission Completed]

[Evaluating the mission...]

[You will return to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return Immediately (90)]

The completed mission alert signified that Yalid was dead.

"Good evening, elders," he said.

He Ao looked at them, cracking a smile on his face.

Fresh red blood was still flowing from his head where it had been struck by the blast shards, tracing long interconnected lines down his cheek.

Drip—drip—

That was the sound of blood dripping one drop at a time onto the floor.

"Please check your email, you should have received an online contract just now," he said.

He Ao smiled as he looked at everyone.

One of the elders quickly opened his email, then looked at He Ao in surprise, "You want to buy our shares?"

"That price is very fair," He Ao replied.

Slowly lifting the still-glowing fusion reactor in his hand, he said, "Uncles, what do you think this is?"

Without waiting for a response, he smiled at the elders in the room and continued, "It’s a nuclear bomb."

At these words, everyone instinctively took two steps back.

"Vian, don’t be impulsive," said Flock, who was standing in front.

He Ao, holding the fusion reactor, tried to make a gentle expression, "I’ve given everyone plenty of time to think."

"How long?"

An elderly man in the crowd looked at He Ao in horror, feeling that He Ao’s smile was like a devilish sneer.

"Ten."

"Ten minutes?"

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven."

...

Accompanied by He Ao’s devilish whispers, everyone was too panicked to think and signed their names on the electronic contract.

"Thank you, uncles," He Ao smiled, "Next, the money will be transferred into your accounts."

He struggled to turn around, seemingly preparing to leave.

The elderly men behind him exchanged glances.

Flock slowly took out a small handgun from his chest, looking at the others.

After a brief silence, these elderly men pulled out their little handguns from their sleeves, hats, and trousers.

It had been said that guns were not allowed at this kind of gathering.

But these old guys had all come up through blood and gunfire; who would really play by the rules?

At this point, ’Vian’ had to die.

This shot could not be fired by anyone alone.

If someone fired first, they would be the murderer.

The others would pin the blame on them.

So it was necessary for all of them to fire together.

All the elderly understood this, and after confirming no one was willing to shoot early,

they simultaneously placed their fingers on the triggers.

Flock pointed to his lips, signaling that a whistle would be the sign.

This was a custom among the elderly at Nolanka Group. Back when they expanded the group together and did unsightly things, they would whistle to signal each other.

"Whoo—"

"Whoo—"

The crisp sound of a whistle abruptly rose, but it was not just one, but two whistles sounding at the same time.

Just as everyone was stunned, He Ao, who was walking out, suddenly spun around, clutched his handgun, and pulled the trigger.

He had always carried this gun with him.

Bang bang bang—

One after another, the elderly men fell.

Blood flowed out, a vibrant red.

Flock’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground, powerless.

Just two minutes ago, he was imagining his grand plans and dominance here.

He Ao turned away, not looking at the bodies on the ground, and walked out with difficulty, step by step.

The tavern’s hall was empty now; a few waiters huddled in a corner, staring at He Ao in terror.

Legend has it,

Vian’s grandfather once sat in this tavern and dreamed up his ideals with his first group of partners.

Vian’s father took over the Nolanka Group’s assets in this tavern.

From the old speakers came a hoarse and sad tune, as if bidding farewell to an era.

He Ao pushed open the tavern’s door, and a black sedan was parked right outside.

The silver-haired Elder looked up, pushed open the car door, and rushed out in the pouring rain.

Lian and Lina followed the Elder, running towards him.

"Master Vian..." the old butler looked dazedly at the injured He Ao, "Is it over?"

He had sent He Ao the address where Flock and the others might gather and rushed over immediately, not expecting to arrive a step later than He Ao.

"It’s over," He Ao said weakly.

"Dawn Daily news, the preliminary results of the Dawn City mayoral election are in.

According to the artificial intelligence vote counting data, former city councilman Christos, with a nearly twenty-year record high of 42.53% of the vote, has won the election. Later today, after manual verification is completed, the 134th mayor of Dawn City will be announced."

The excited voice of the news announcer emanated from the black sedan driven by the old butler.

At this moment, He Ao’s vision was already blurred.

"Master Vian, I have contacted Doctor Ike; he’s on his way," said the silver-haired butler, tearfully looking at the unsteady He Ao.

He Ao looked at the silver-haired Elder before him and gently embraced him,

"Danny, ’Vian’ cannot die."

His voice grew quieter, and his breaths softer until they faded away completely.

Vian couldn’t die.

After tonight, ’Vian’s’ reputation and power would reach a peak, and no one else could influence him anymore.

The City Defense Army, having been played, would completely side with Vian as well.

No matter what, ’Vian’ could not die.

Even if he died, they had to continue carrying out his unfinished deeds in his name.

The glimmer in the darkness, the spark that can start a prairie fire.

These lights and flames cannot be extinguished,

At least not until the brilliance and fire have fully illuminated everything.

Lina watched the man in front of her as he slowly closed his eyes.

Water droplets slid down her cheeks and into her mouth, salty, unsure if it was rain or tears.

Thud—

A crisp sound rang out.

A black-and-white mask fell from the man’s embrace, making a clear noise as it hit the ground.

Lina looked at the mask, squatted down, and slowly picked it up.

The rain washed over the mask, black and white intermingling upon it.

She quietly watched the mask, then slowly pressed it against her cheek.

The flowing rain slid down from the mask.

A white ambulance abruptly stopped in front of everyone, splashing up a wave of water.

[Returning to the original world...]