"If the information provided by the Human Alliance is correct." Triss swept through the crowd and nodded, "Then they're unlocking their abilities, be careful, it's going to be a tough battle." The history of the Weeping Angels is so old that it can be compared to the universe, and without a little special ability, they would definitely not be able to continue to this day. ”

"Such an ancient race with such strange abilities, how did the Human Alliance destroy them in the first place?" Geralt asked.

The more you know about the Human Alliance, the more you will admire the figures of the Human Alliance at that time.

How did those great men defeat so many powerful races in a crisis-ridden universe and let humanity dominate the galaxy?

And how did you keep the balance between the supernatural forces and the secular forces, and maintain the hegemony of mankind for so long.

"At that time, the Weeping Angels had been flooded and created a large area of pollution, and there was basically no way for human beings to use their weapons, and the Alliance generals in charge of fighting the Weeping Angels were already desperate. In the end, it was the newly developed time weapon that was tried, creating a temporal rift of astonishing proportions, creating a time paradox that encapsulated the contaminated area, and narrowly winning. Truth be told, there was a bit of luck in the war that the Human Alliance won. ”

Triss's words made the faces of several people present turn solemn.

The Weeping Angel who was completely unsealed turned out to be so terrifying.

It can make the human alliance desperate and force them to gamble on their luck.

If the time weapon used by the Human Alliance does not succeed in taking effect.

I am afraid that the disaster caused by the Weeping Angel can cause the entire human civilization to collapse, and the hegemony of mankind in the galaxy will also be wiped out in that war.

The Galactic Empire's current strength is far inferior to that of the Human Alliance.

It would only get worse against those Weeping Angels who had been completely unblocked.

They must strangle the Weeping Angels in the Cape Town system.

Once it spreads out, I am afraid that the entire Galactic Empire will suffer a terrible impact.

If the matter of the God Emperor's injury is superimposed, I am afraid that the empire that has just touched the threshold of glory will fall into a stormy situation again.

The bustling empire seems to be brilliant.

But there are dangers lurking in it, and if you are not careful, you will be destroyed, and you will never recover.

Dante looked into the mist, and saw that the dark mist was tumbling like a living thing, and the whispers of the lost age and the destroyed civilization echoed in the darkness.

The supernatural winds, which carry the eternal meaning of eternity, stir the black fog and unleash infinite malice on those who come.

The more he stared, the more solemn Dante's face became, and a faint uneasiness welled up in his heart.

He would never let the empire suffer those crises.

The Galactic Empire is the brainchild of the God Emperor, and even if it costs with his life, he will definitely prevent the worst from happening.

"Now, no matter how strong the enemy is, we must complete the task and completely deal with the flood of Weeping Angels. First, we need to establish an outpost here to disperse the surrounding black fog and provide a safe foothold for the follow-up troops to come in. Another. Dante looked at Triss, "We'll need to find out where the subspace ritual took place or the crack in the subspace that was torn open, destroy it, or close it." ”

"Understood."

"Understood."

When they answered, they dispersed to carry out their mission.

Dante, Geralt and others released the breath of the soulless, forming a soulless force field and acting as a vanguard force.

The Soulless can suppress all transcendent anomalies, and even the Aether that turns into black mist will also be suppressed by the Soulless.

Wherever they went, the black fog dissipated or bypassed.

The Weeping Angel did not choose to fight back.

Everyone could feel the black mist, and there were malicious eyes watching them.

When the fog dissipated, those eyes also retreated into the distance with the black fog.

"This scene is a bit unusual, if it had been before, they would have attacked a long time ago." Geralt's voice echoed through the communication.

"They don't want to clash with us, obviously to buy time for something."

Dante looked around.

As time passed, the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

What exactly is the enemy doing in the depths of the black fog??

Under the suppression and expulsion of the soulless force field, Dante, Geralt and others quickly created a relatively safe landing area.

One gunboat after another and transports brought down the soldiers and various equipment of the Empire.

Technicians began to set up anti-psionic equipment in the clearing.

Crowds of auto-chanters hovered high in the air, singing carols.

Priests on the floating podium called out to pass by and offer divine blessings to the soldiers working and the area.

Workers connect industrial mechs to giant machines with mechanical tentacles, carrying and assembling heavy equipment.

The engineering work was carried out quickly.

A few hours later, the main tower of the mechanical structure was erected.

It's an anti-psychic ability field emitter.

When it was finished, and after several tests, Dante ordered it to be activated.

With his instructions, the tower-like machine was activated.

The transport boat carrying the mobile energy stack has a head-thick cable that is installed on the reading device that activates the program and climbs all the way to peak output.

The reactor column, whose surface is covered with electromagnetic patterns, crackles and generates a powerful force that provides energy to the shaped array, which is converted and fed into its generator.

When the mechanical ensemble reached its climax, the top of the tower was filled with obscure runes, and the three reaction columns in a triangular distribution were activated, and the runes were lit up one by one.

Invisible waves ripple out, and subtle changes occur in the spatial structure.

The subspace aether receded like the waters of the ebbing tide, revealing buildings obscured by black fog.

The weeping angels also retreated farther away as the black fog dissipated.

Although they could not be seen, Dante knew that they were watching them from the shadows.

Those damned enemies aren't going to give up so easily.

They were plotting some kind of vicious conspiracy, waiting to pull them all overboard.

"Mistress Dante." Triss's voice rang out, and Dante turned his head to look at her,

"What's wrong?"

"The tiny levitator sent out has detected an anomalous psionic fluctuation, and it's in the depths of Port 03."

Triss opens a holomap projection out of thin air.

The projection is very clear, outlining the entire port city of No. 03.

The intricate buildings and intricate roads are all on display.

There was a glimmer of light on Dante's face, making him look a little gloomy.

The two of them looked down on the city projections, like gods, looking down on the intricate projections and the data in them.

Dante opens his personal database and reads the latest messages.

His mind began to parse these marker runes and abstract data.

It's an amazing experience.

Whenever his mind jumps, he is like a probe in a sea of data.

He reads the huge amount of data in the database quickly.

In an instant, I understood something I didn't know before.

A red area is marked in the projection.

The hovering detectors sent out couldn't scan the weeping angels, but they could catch subtle spatial and psionic fluctuations.

"Is this the area where the ritual takes place?" Dante points to the red zone.

"There is a high probability that this level of psionic energy fluctuations can no longer be caused by individuals, and can only be done by opening a subspace crack or some strange form." Triss reached out to zoom in on the red area, "If we don't address this area, there's a good chance that our operation will fail." ”

Dante listened to Triss and nodded.

"Then let's get moving, let's destroy it and get everything back on track."

With Dante's permission, a special force was soon formed.

It is composed of legion captains and warriors led by Lawson, as well as witchers and psionic nuns.

They were dispatched in hovering armored vehicles to areas where anomalous fluctuations were detected.

The architecture of Cape Town 03 is dominated by steep towers.

It forms the bulk of the port city.

The towers are all of the same design, the same height, and they are densely clustered around the city, making the entire port city look like a giant pegboard.

Shells can be seen all over the city, traces left by energy lasers.

In some places, the buildings were charred and dilapidated, and Dante saw the remnants of a high-yield molten bomb.

In the center of the explosion point, everything has come to naught.

A deep pit of astonishing size appeared in the shattered ground.

Pipes and sewers loom in the rubble.

A little further out, a layer of crushed concrete that melted into glass slag was laid.

Most of the people who live in Port City 03 are adventurers who are brave enough to shoot back.

But in the face of the strange weeping angels, their courage doesn't mean much.

They often end up with only two, and each one is so miserable.

The first is to be transformed into a weeping angel.

The second ending is to be killed.

The raid team remained silent the entire time.

Even the communicator was only the cacophony of electricity.

I don't know what means the Weeping Angel used, the black fog blocked the transmission of communication signals.

They were now alone in the enemy's hinterland.

Geralt clutched the hovercar's fixture, staring warily at the buildings shrouded in black fog.

Their team is like a flashlight, shining there, and the black fog dissipates there.

When they leave, the black mist will come back like a dissipated sea.

The group slowly went deeper, but was not attacked in any way.

Aside from being able to feel the omnipresent gaze, they didn't have any conflict with the Weeping Angel.

The enemy just hides in the shadows, without any intention of coming out.

It makes everything seem so weird.

"We are gradually approaching the anomalous zone, and we will soon cross the boundaries of reality and fall into the rift area of the real universe and subspace."

Triss's beautiful, flawless, snow-white face betrayed fear and unease, and the light of the psionic augmentation scepter in her hand slowly increased.

It's even to the point where you have to find something to cover it up.

Even if you don't look at the psionic detector, you can feel how exaggerated the subspace readings are.

The rift region of the real universe and subspace is a universal statement, not a real space.

Rather, it's a kind of transition zone.

The transition between the real and the unreal is not that simple.

There are many transition areas between the virtual and the real in between.

Such areas are often carved out by technocratic races for special purposes.

As soon as the armored hovercar crossed a strange line, all the reading pointers were disorganized.

Even if it is a pointer that represents the flow of time, take a few steps forward and a few steps back.

Time and space are in turmoil.

The alarm sounded, and the image screen flashed wildly.

A red alarm light lit up inside the armored hover.

"Damn, what is this?" The driver's panicked voice came from the cockpit, full of shock and incredulity.

Dante got up and walked to the cab and looked out the observation window.

His eyes widened instantly.

When the brain saw the target in front of it, the whole brain appeared a brief blank.

At this point, they are no longer real space in the true sense of the word.

Instead, they fall into the gap between reality and subspace.

Geralt and Triss squeezed over.

Their eyes widened instantly, too.

"Damn! Is this real? Geralt's eyes were a little straight.

The whole brain was shocked and appalled.

"The God Emperor is above." Triss muttered to herself.

They entered an incomparably wide square, and at the end of the square stood a gate, a gate too large to imagine.

It's huge, it's majestic.

Words are a bit too pale.

Up to tens of millions of kilometers, up to tens of billions of kilometers.

The magnificent, hollowed-out black planet hovers near the giant gate, becoming an embellishment to this magnificent scene.

Their gunboats are like small mosquitoes in front of a giant gate, once they hit it, they will be wiped out in an instant.

Next to the gate, there are also towering sculptures of weeping angels.

Powerful psionic fluctuations emanated from those sculptures.

Weeping angel after weeping angel spreads its wings and flies here.

Even if you look at it, it doesn't become a sculpture.

"The Weeping Angel has never been described in the database, so why did the quantum collapse fail here." Triss lowered her voice.

Weeping Angels collapse into stone statues when they are watched, which is their greatest weakness.

In the stone state, the Weeping Angels cannot move, although they are immune to most physical objects, but as long as they are placed within the range of the anti-spirit ability field, they will quickly wither and die.

It is precisely because of this that Dante and the others can quickly solve the Weeping Angel in the outer colonies of Cape Town.

But now, they are no longer limited by quantum locks, and with their strange abilities.

The difficulty of this battle instantly increased a lot.

"The Human Alliance is directly using the time rift to bury the Weeping Angel. I'm afraid they didn't get close to the hinterland of the Weeping Angel. ”

Dante suppressed the horror in his heart and tried to keep his composure.

Most of the Galactic Empire's accounts of the Human Alliance come from the Underground Palace Database.

A small part comes from the historical materials preserved by the major fragmentary civilizations.

Given the character of the martyrs of the Human Alliance, and the purpose of building the dungeon and lighthouse, they categorically did not hide this crucial information.

The only explanation can only be that Dante said that the Human Alliance relied on the time machine to banish the Weeping Angel and win, but never really entered the heart of the Weeping Angel.

Naturally, there will be no relevant records.

"Is it possible to send a signal? We need an army to win. ”

Dante asked the driver, who shook his head.

"There is no signal."

This sentence made Dante, Triss, and Rosen all sink in their hearts.

Although they are in different armored hovering vehicles, the communication has been kept on the public channel, and everyone can hear the conversation between Dante and the driver.

The enemy is more strange than they can imagine.

They don't have any precautions for the current situation, and once the war starts, it will be difficult for them to get out of it all.

"Humans." An ethereal, unsourced loud voice rang out, echoing through the car.

Alert to Dante, he stepped out of the cockpit, grabbed one of the supports on the edge, and flipped onto the roof of the armored car.

The view is wider here, and Dante sees more weird things.

In the distance of the angel-guarded gate, strange flesh squirmed, as if the gate was embedded in the cyst's flesh tissue.

The Weeping Angel may be just the surface of something.

Something more terrifying is hidden in the depths.

Dante saw something that made a sound.

A weeping angel with a body of worms and tentacles levitates in the air.

It flapped its massive bony wings, maintaining the balance of its form.

In this particular field, it is no longer bound by the rules of reality.

Even if you are watched, you will not become a sculpture.

"You shouldn't be in here." The weeping angel said, "You wretched ants, you have desecrated our sacred realm,"

Dante looked at the monster in front of him, the worms and tentacles on his upper body were constantly wriggling, disgusting, and the position of his arm was covered with black scales like black iron.

Their lower bodies are hemped with cysts, flesh, and tentacles, like the robes worn by suspended wizards.

At the end of the finger are sharp claws of about five centimeters.

If you get scratched, I'm afraid you'll have to separate the corpse.

A few more glances at it make people feel sick from the heart.

Dante didn't pay attention to the other party's words, but directly diverted the topic, "Is this what you are??" ”

"Yes, we have different appearances, and every creature sees something different. What you see is only the image that best matches your perception. ”

The weeping angel said.

"Who do you play for?" Dante asked.

"This has nothing to do with you, poor human, the only thing you need to know is to die here and be one of us. One day, you will be eligible to cross the gates of heaven and receive endless peace and happiness. ”

The weeping angel flapping its wings slowly pointed to the grand gate in the distance.

There was an evil and strange glimmer there, and strange and terrifying chanting came from within.

Of course, this is only standing in Dante's field of vision, in the field of vision of ordinary people, and the door is coming out of the beautiful music, exuding a divine aura.

It naturally gives rise to the feeling that the kingdom of heaven is behind the door.

But Dante felt that something was wrong.

There, all he felt was evil and terror.

It wasn't a heavenly gate, it was more like the open mouth of an unimaginable superbeast.

Every creature that enters it is devoured and becomes the nourishment of the super-behemoth.

Unfortunately, Dante couldn't see clearly.

Only a simple guess can be made.

"There have been many monsters who have said this to me, but they all died. I can't even find my soul, and I'm desolate to the extreme. ”

Dante drew his sword and said word for word.

"Then I will be the last time I say this, because it is fate that you die here."

"My fate is in the hands of the Holy Emperor, not you, a monster, and you have no right to decide where or why I will die."

"Your puppet emperor can't change anything, he doesn't know how many ancient things are in the universe, they have lived for a long time, and some of them have even experienced the reincarnation of the universe. Human beings are just growing relatively well in vegetable gardens, and it is delusional to try to fight against the gods. ”

"It's a pity that you don't see the day he succeeds or fails." Dante, with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, attacked the weeping angel.

The other party circled for a moment, and then pulled up his height.

At the same time, more weeping angels flew out from all directions.

They look just as ugly and disgusting, and they flapping their wings just as well.

When the talking weeping angel screamed, the silent weeping angel pounced on Dante and the others.

Geralt, Tris, Rosen and others also jumped on the roof of the car to fight the enemy.

There are more of them than you can imagine.

"Landing." Dante shouted, "In the air, we are no opponents. ”

The armored hovercar adjusted and flew diagonally close to the ground.

The ground was not made of stone or dirt, but of milky bones, eyes, and a mouth full of fangs.

When I saw Dante and the others, those mouths roared, and the eyes were rolling, and looking at them made people want to have a dense phobia.

Weeping angels flocked to the city, and there were huge numbers.

When it is no longer watched as before, it causes a quantum collapse and becomes a lifeless stone statue.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop the raiding team from falling into a desperate situation.

Lawson was thrown to the ground, the claws tearing through his armor.

Sand began to flow from his eyes, and his body was slowly petrifying.

The Weeping Angel, which no longer turns into a sculpture, also loses its ability to fight the Soulless, and Dante's attacks become extremely lethal.

But the witchers are only a few after all, and they can't change the tide of battle.

Triss and the others were so suppressed that they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Dante killed a weeping angel, and the next second, he was swept away by the weeping angel he had spoken to earlier.

Tentacles grew from the ground trying to grab him, mouths biting at him, trying to tear him apart alive.

Dante broke free from their restraints and got up again and rushed towards his enemies.

But soon, he was beaten up again, and then lay on the ground, dying, and even the sword in his hand fell not far away.

"I told you your fate was sealed." As soon as the weeping angel stretched out his hand, Dante's sword fell into its hand.

"Human beings are just a small race of ants whose years of existence are not even a fraction of the Weeping Angels, and they are also trying in vain to fight in this realm exclusive to the Weeping Angels?? Give up resistance, embrace change, and you will enter the Holy Heaven. ”

The weeping angel said, looking at the human weapon in his hand.

The power contained within made it look disgusted.

"The destroyer who is cursed for eternity, all his creations should be destroyed forever."

Invisible power poured down the scale-covered hand into the sword.

Cracks kept appearing, spreading all over the sword, and in the end, the long sword shattered.

Dante witnessed this in despair.

In this realm, the power of the Weeping Angel has been fully unleashed, and there is no obvious weakness.

This raid squad is no match at all.

Are they really going to be destroyed here as the other side said??

Dante struggled to get back up, and he couldn't afford to fail here.

"For the sake of the God-Emperor." Dante let out a roar of rage and climbed to his feet with control of his broken body.

But in the next second, the weeping angel teleported to his side.

The hand with sharp claws pierced his chest in an instant.

Dante's pupils began to dilate.

As soon as his legs went limp, he knelt on the ground.

His world is beginning to blur, and his life force is running out at a rapid pace.

The angry shouts of Geralt and others were heard in his ears.

They are trying to get closer to Dante's position, but they are not in a position to protect themselves.

The raid team was too small to call for help.

They fought alone, destined to be annihilated here.

"Your Majesty." Dante muttered to himself, his words tinged with pain.

He's trying to get up, he's trying to win this win.

I want to go back and see if there is anything wrong with the God Emperor!!

But now it seems that he can't do it.

He's going to die here.

There was not a trace of fear of death in Dante's heart.

He should have died a long time ago.

Die in that potion-smelling laboratory.

Invisible fluctuations emerge out of thin air.

Let the weeping angel show a hint of unease.

It looked left and right, looking for sources that unsettled it.

But it didn't find it.

Invisible fluctuations continue to intensify.

A faint halo escaped from the air.

The Weeping Angel felt that the temperature in the air was slowly being raised.

There were ashes with embers flying in the air

It's as if there is a backside of the sacred realm that burns with flames inside.

Dante, who was dying, looked up, and he saw a golden figure in a trance.

Subconsciously shouted out.

"Your Majesty."

"Dante, you're doing a great job."

A grand voice echoed in Dante's head.

It was like answering his call.

The weeping angel was horrified to see flames pouring from Dante's body.

He became an anchor, a lighthouse.

is providing coordinates for the advent of another realm.

The sacred flame burned as if it were about to drown everything in the world and burn it to ashes.

A terrible hell has descended.

Cracks were torn open one by one.

One by one, the creatures that burned with golden flames emerged from the torn gaps, primitive swords in hand and power armor draped in the obvious imperial style.

They are an army of the dead, fashioned by those loyal souls.

There was a scorching fire burning in his eyes, and a wave of heat was coming out of his body.

Everywhere you go, you leave a trail of flames.

Let the entire sacred realm filled with black mist and corrosive flesh begin to burn.

The tentacles, eyes, and mouths that wriggled on the ground were burning, turning into ashes and flying.

The whispers in the air were filled with pain.

The weeping angels screamed in despair in the flames.

Their souls and origins were reduced to ashes, to nothingness.

"Calamity!!" A weeping angel screams in despair, then is consumed by flames.

Dante, who fell to the ground, also underwent a strange change.

The piercing wound was slowly closing in the flames, and the broken armor quickly returned to its original form.

Broken cables grow like veins of flesh and blood, then connect to each other and are restored to new shape.

The life and power that had passed came back to him in an incomprehensible form.

Dante reopened his eyes.

At first, there was a golden flame burning in the eye sockets, then it quickly faded and changed back to its original form.

"Your Majesty!!"

Feeling the changes taking place in and around him, Dante's emotions became extremely excited.

He knew that the Divine Emperor was fine, otherwise how could he have displayed such a powerful miracle.

After receiving the news of Qin Zheng's assassination, Dante suffered an unprecedented blow, tormented by collapse and despair all the time.

The world only knows him as the Lord of Demon Hunters, one of the top magnates in the Empire.

Who would have known that he was just a skinny, caged, and experimented on by those chaebols.

If it weren't for the God Emperor who saved him on the train to the Dadu District, I'm afraid he would have been a white bone long ago.

Where is the current Lord of Demon Hunters?

If the Emperor dies, Dante's world will inevitably collapse with it.

Now, the Emperor's display of power tells Dante that the actions of the Assassins are just a joke.

How could they have harmed the supreme human lord who surpassed the gods of eternity.

Qin Zheng, who was entrenched on the throne, looked at Dante, and his eyes that erupted from the surging golden flames showed a satisfied smile.

Being able to go deep into the realm of the Weeping Angel is definitely a great achievement.

What will happen next is self-evident.

A super strong man with a height of two meters and a horse on his arm entered the home of the weak junior and saw his petite and cute childhood sweetheart.

Qin Zheng originally wanted to assimilate the origin of the Weeping Angel.

Now, there's the best chance yet.

There are typos that can be corrected.

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(End of chapter)