Light Fortress
Chapter 452 - 97: The Truth Sniper (Long - , Request for Monthly Pass!)_3

Chapter 452: Chapter 97: The Truth Sniper (Long Chapter, Request for Monthly Pass!)_3

The power in the control room was cut off... Who else would do such a thing, besides oneself?

"The final password has been decrypted, and all maps have been unlocked."

Chu Ling said calmly, "The map of this Snowfield base only showed half... The other half is blocked by multiple Secret Silver Gates, where the real ’secrets’ lie."

All maps, transmitted into Gu Shen’s eyes.

With just one glance, Gu Shen’s pupils uncontrollably contracted.

He was somewhat shocked in his heart, "Is this... a tomb?"

"Yes, it is a tomb," Chu Ling said. "It’s just that now its size has been expanded by double. These Southern Continent followers have carved open the snowy mountains, hollowing out the mountain belly, and they’ve cut a huge gap behind the tomb... It seems they want to mine ’Strong Logic Material,’ but in reality..."

The map of the tomb was very simple, yet eerie.

A vertical coffin, suspended above a giant wall.

The "Strong Logic Material" that these followers were mining grew on the backside of the ancient coffin’s giant wall. If they continued to dig without halt, they would eventually breach the back of the coffin.

"They cannot open the coffin from the front, so they resorted to this method, trying to ’open the coffin’."

Having seen the entire map of the base, Gu Shen understood... these guys could not possibly have stumbled upon it by luck; they must have come prepared. This place wasn’t merely a site for preaching; it was a "burial ground" that had been deeply hidden for years.

The anomaly with the base’s power lasted for several seconds, and the Transcendents hurried over, but by the time they reached the control room, everything had returned to normal.

The Transcendent operatives in control of the base were confused.

They quickly checked all the surveillance, especially that of the [Ancient Tomb], and seeing nothing amiss, they heaved a sigh of relief.

Was the recent fluctuation a mistake?

After conducting the checks again and confirming there were no errors, they treated it as a sporadic fault of the machine.

Now that it had recovered, and no anomalies had occurred, there was no need to waste any more time.

The chanting ritual had been disrupted by the sudden incident, but it was not interrupted. Every ordinary member of the congregation was immersed in the atmosphere of chanting, and the pocket watch that released the power of hypnosis did not stop swinging.

But no one noticed.

After the power was restored.

A person was missing from the chanting group.

...

...

In the dim tunnel, sparkles of electricity appeared faintly.

A figure hurried by.

Wherever this figure went, gates opened; he passed through unhindered, with all authority opening solely for him.

This is the other half of the base—

The absolutely confidential, strictly sealed [Ancient Tomb]!

To ensure the smooth opening of the tomb, normally nobody could enter here, but today was an exception. The control room’s authority had completely fallen, all the instrument powers had been co-opted... With the gates tilting open one after another, a man in a black robe arrived before the true tomb.

He stood in front of the ancient coffin.

Silently, quietly admiring this "history" that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Gate after gate closed again.

Everything returned to normal.

The true "conquest" is not to cause destruction.

But a deceptive repair that feigns no injury.

The power would soon be restored, and thereafter... from the perspective of the surveillance room, this vast ancient tomb showed not a sign of disturbance; everything here was as silent as death.

No one would know... that a person had quietly entered this place.

The man admired his own work of art.

He stood in front of the coffin, slowly stretched out his hand, and the "ancient coffin," which was said to be unopenable... astonishingly obediently opened towards the direction of his palm.

He held his breath, awaiting the scene after the vertical coffin opened.

A breeze passed—

White radiance flowed out from the cracks of the vertical coffin.

The man narrowed his eyes, and his expression turned to surprise and complexity when he saw the contents of the coffin. This "vertical coffin" did not contain a "corpse," but laid within it was a shallow silhouette, merely a shadow... It was the imprint left after a shell had lain there far too long, casting a dark shadow under the dappled light.

Other than that, the coffin seemed to only contain some random clutter... such as the useless bronze lamp and rusty iron armor, these items lay piled inside the coffin, ancient and soulless.

At the moment the coffin was opened, these items tumbled out all at once.

The man’s expression turned very ugly.

He could not believe that the Late Bell Church’s effortful "tomb opening" amounted to only these items.

He walked slowly toward the vertical coffin.

The closer he got, the more attractive the coffin seemed... He noticed that one item had not fallen out, a red string white jade necklace, hanging around the shadow’s neck as if the owner of the ancient coffin still lay there.

The necklace remained draped around his neck.

Even after the coffin had been opened.

The shadow did not fade under the light, and the necklace did not fall out of the coffin.

The man looked closely at the necklace, his gaze fixed on the snow-white "jade." Memories started to resurface in his mind... of a bloody painful memory, not too long ago on a long night.

A hint of red showed in his eyes, and his breathing became more rapid.

Seeing this red string jade necklace, he knew... this trip, he had gained something!