Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 3822 The Brilliant Rainbow (5) is in full swing

Chapter 3822 A Brilliant Rainbow (5) — In Full Swing

boom--!

A fireball fell directly from the sky, instantly creating a deep crater in the street.

Like rats and pests scurrying wildly out of every crack and dark corner during an earthquake... At this moment, a large number of manipulated "inhuman" dead are also emerging on the streets of Washington, D.C.

Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them "Dead Apostles"... apostles who bring destruction and death.

"...Our strength has weakened considerably!"

"Where's the support? Where's the support?"

On the streets, the volunteer patrols were retreating one after another, while the Skyguard agents who were supposed to stay behind had disappeared.

Lancelot was alone guarding a street, trying his best to get the people evacuated.

However, this job has become extremely difficult because of the reduction in power... mainly because the Dead Apostles are not affected by the weakening.

"Lord Lancelot!"

[Radiance]'s magical clone descended swiftly from the sky, and with a wave of his hand, he unleashed an earth-based magic spell that created a thick wall, completely separating the entire street.

Even a non-human king, who is merely a magical clone, is still incredibly powerful even with only 30% of his power remaining.

"Lord Radiance, how is the situation?" Lancelot asked quickly.

"The situation is serious." [Radiance] said solemnly, "This is a premeditated plan, probably planned before the arena competition even started... and the arena competition itself should be part of it."

"Is there a problem at the venue?" Lancelot keenly sensed something was wrong.

“Yes.” [Radiance] nodded. “The mastermind has appeared.”

"Who is it?!" A murderous glint flashed in Lancelot's eyes.

“Odin.” Radiance sighed. “The legendary king of the Norse gods… but I feel this ‘King of Gods’ is somewhat undeserving of the title…”

"Unworthy of its reputation?" Lancelot was stunned. She hadn't yet calmed down from the shock of [Odin, the God-King] when [Radiance]'s words left her completely dumbfounded.

[Radiance] pondered and said, "[Odin], the legendary king of the gods in Norse mythology... If he is truly a god, he wouldn't need to make so many extra arrangements."

The true "gods" are beings that cannot be looked at directly, cannot be perceived, and possess boundless power... Perhaps with just a single thought, they can make the world's strongest people bow down.

[Huiyao] has never seen the so-called [gods] in legend.

But if he really had to pick a qualified one from his knowledge, he could only think of the creator of [Qilin City], the one who gave the entire world [Black Ten Minutes], distributed [Black Cards], and casually captured the true dragon of China...

Such beings could certainly be called gods.

Lancelot frowned, seemingly understanding, "Lord [Radiance], do we still need support at the venue?"

“We can still hold our ground for now.” [Radiance] thought for a moment and said, “We’ve only been weakened, not rendered powerless… Right now, your and Lord Gareth’s tasks are more important. There are too many [Dead Apostles] appearing in Washington, D.C. If left unchecked, the entire city may become a ghost town.”

"Can't we escort the people out of Washington first?"

[Huiyao] said helplessly, "I have already gone to the city's border. There is a special barrier set up there, which is like a maze. It will cause people to get lost and cannot be broken in a short time."

Lancelot's expression darkened slightly. She subconsciously looked up at the silver palace high in the sky. Within the city, there were clusters of light, like fireflies, being absorbed by the silver palace.

The more fluorescence it absorbs, the brighter the Silver Palace shines, and the more solid its outline becomes.

"Try to escort the people to the Chinese Embassy." [Radiance] suddenly said, "The Chinese Embassy is currently taking in refugees."

“The Chinese Embassy?” Lancelot paused for a moment, then nodded quickly: “I understand.”

The magical clone of [Radiance] also closed its eyes at this moment, using its magical abilities to tune the sound... Anyone who has gained extraordinary power in the past six months, or who was originally [non-human] or [extraordinary], has a much stronger mental strength than ordinary people.

By adjusting the frequency to twice the level of an ordinary person's mental strength, his voice can be clearly heard by all non-humans and extraordinary beings.

"I am [Radiance], the president of the [Magicians' Association]. Washington, D.C. is currently facing an unprecedented crisis. I urge everyone in the city to help escort those around you to the Chinese Embassy for refuge. We have set up a temporary shelter there..."

"I am [Radiance]..."

……

……

Washington, D.C., the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch command center... which is also the temporary command center after the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was destroyed.

General Ross, escorted by Team X, quickly arrived at the rooftop helipad.

A group of "Dead Men" are currently attacking the branch command center... The "Dead Men" are fearless and oblivious, and the agents left behind here are no match for them.

"Still haven't you made contact with [Gambit]?" General Ross frowned.

"Not yet."

General Ross hurriedly grabbed the communicator... If he had known that something terrible would happen in Washington, he shouldn't have sent Gambit out to search for Wayne earlier.

"General, those monsters are about to attack!" a bodyguard from Team X couldn't help but warn.

"Let's ignore Gambit for now." General Ross gritted his teeth. The military didn't lack mutants; another batch of mutants would soon be able to complete their training and be added to the ranks.

But once General Ross is gone, he's truly gone.

“Phyllis, where is that Abraham you recruited? Take him with you.” General Ross suddenly stopped and looked at Agent Phyllis, who was following closely beside him. “That guy isn’t a mutant, which is quite rare.”

General Ross had already studied the matter of Abraham. It was quite appealing that he could grow to the point where he could easily defeat the genius of the Magicians' Association in such a short time... It wouldn't be bad if he could be taken away.

"I'm afraid... we won't be able to contact them for the time being."

Agent Philistine shook his head helplessly.

This sudden turn of events clearly disrupted all of General Ross's plans... but even if he could contact Abraham, Agent Philistines didn't think he could command that guy.

The deeper his contact with Abraham became, the more terrified he became of the mysterious and eerie aura emanating from him—he always felt that Abraham looked at him with the same gaze he would give food.

At this point, General Ross had already boarded the transport plane, which then started operating immediately.

The rooftop door had fallen, and two X-Squad mutants were doing their best to hold off the attacking Dead Apostles... but soon, the two mutants were brutally killed by more than a dozen Dead Apostles.

General Ross gave a cold snort. Although he didn't care about the lives of the mutants, each one was a valuable asset, and losing them like this naturally hurt him.

"Damn Wayne, where did he find so many monsters?" General Ross slammed his fist on the armrest of his chair.

"I have some thoughts on this." Agent Philistines' expression was grave as he looked down at the rampaging Dead Apostles. "If I'm not mistaken, these guys are all the Inhumans who were captured or even killed by S.H.I.E.L.D. before..."

"What?" General Ross exclaimed in shock, "[Inhuman] criminals aren't all imprisoned... As for those who have already been killed, that's even more impossible!"

“You should take a look at these guys below… Do you even consider them human?” Agent Philistine sighed. “Six months ago, the world suddenly entered a supernatural society, with a large number of ‘non-humans’ appearing who had lost all respect for the law. S.H.I.E.L.D. spent a lot of manpower and resources to stabilize society across the United States, while also killing a large number of ‘non-humans’… Besides that, I can’t think of any other place Director Wayne could have found so many… these guys who had already died once!”

"How did you manage to stay by Wayne's side? Such crucial intelligence, and you couldn't even get any information about it beforehand?!"

“General, Director Wayne has never trusted anyone around him.” Agent Philistine shook his head. “It’s no use saying this now. Let’s get out of here as soon as possible… Or, this attack by Wayne might be a good opportunity for you.”

“Oh…you’re right.” General Ross nodded. “No, you’re right. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…it’s even more compelling than any reason we’ve considered beforehand!”

The transport plane had now climbed to a certain altitude, and General Ross gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang-!

Just then, the transport plane suddenly started shaking violently, almost causing General Ross to crash headfirst into the cabin's frame.

"An attack? Do those 'corpses' even have the ability to fly?" General Ross immediately cursed.

But with the X Team's overwhelming power around him, he wasn't too panicked... Once he left Washington D.C. territory, he would make sure everyone here went to their deaths.

"No...no...it's [Soldiers of the Motherland]!!"

"what?!"

General Ross was taken aback and quickly pushed aside a mutant bodyguard who was blocking his way.

Before the transport plane, the eyes of the "Motherland Soldier" suddenly burst into a dark red light, followed by two laser beams shooting out directly from his eyes.

"Do not……"

A fleeting laser beam instantly sliced ​​the transport plane into several pieces!

boom--! ! !

The entire transport plane exploded instantly... and crashed.

The [Motherland Soldier] that caused all this did not stop. With a slight acceleration, it sped through the skies above the city—and soon, the [Motherland Soldier] slowly descended.

They landed on the rooftop of a tall building—from where they could overlook the city's current turmoil.

A pair of large eyes curiously observed the "Soldier of the Motherland" who had appeared here... It was none other than a short but unusually large boy, "Apocalypse".

Carol (B) was casually leaning against the wall, looking very sad, and glanced at the [Homeland Soldier].

After the soldiers of the motherland came down, they stopped moving and remained like statues.

“My soldier, you did a good job,” Wayne praised.

He had just witnessed the scene of the [Homeland Soldiers] shooting down the transport plane through his binoculars... Wayne was not happy at all about General Ross's departure.

The control of the "Motherland Soldiers" has always been in his hands. A level 7 "Motherland Soldiers" can kill anyone in the entire United States.

“Mr. Wayne, all the Dead Apostles have been released.” Ricky, the dark-skinned waiter beside him, said slowly, “I must remind you again that once they were all released, they were beyond my control. They are now only driven by the bloodthirsty instincts of beasts.”

“This is exactly what I need.” A complex look flashed in Wayne’s eyes.

“There are a lot of ordinary people in the city who have no power whatsoever.” Carol (B)’s expression turned grim… She only now realized what Wayne was planning to do. “Isn’t what you’re doing going too far?”

“I did hesitate once.” Wayne turned to face the city. “But when I saw this city going crazy because of the arena, when the people here were celebrating because of power, I knew… I shouldn’t have hesitated.”

He took a deep breath. “They have become unafraid of the supernatural forces that can trample on the law. They even blindly worship such forces and are willing to become their believers and slaves.”

Carroll (B) sighed softly.

Wayne said in a deep voice, "Then let the deaths of these sinners awaken the fear in people's hearts... let the whole world see how fragile human life is in the face of extraordinary power... and whether it is worth continuing the pursuit."

“Wayne, I find it hard to agree with what you’ve done,” Carroll (B) said in a deep voice. “I’m sorry, our cooperation ends here. I cannot agree with your point of view.”

"You're going to stop me?" Wayne turned around abruptly.

Carol (B) hesitated slightly, her expression complicated, and said, "I don't know if the Carol you really know would support you... At least, I wouldn't. I'm not a native of this world either. I won't support you, but I won't stop you either."

With that, Carol (B) activated her power and soared into the sky... Her destination was none other than the arena—her goal from beginning to end was the [Godhood] stored above the white house.

“She’s going to cause trouble, Mr. Wayne,” Ricky said abruptly.

“That’s your master’s problem,” Wayne said, his face grim. “Since his throne needs a strong person to forge it… then let’s see if he can handle this great gift!”

After saying that, Wayne decisively walked into the building, taking with him the Book of Revelation.

At this moment, because of the live broadcast of the arena match, the whole world is watching everything in Washington, D.C.... and people will find that, from beginning to end, there is a channel that is broadcasting the killing in the city in its entirety.

The top floor of the building is a structure resembling an observatory, with a huge metal sphere in the center—and at this moment, a person-high entrance is opening beneath the sphere.

Inside was a huge chair... and wires filled the interior of the sphere.

“Go in.” Wayne looked at the Book of Revelation beside him with encouraging eyes. “Use your power to awaken the fear and disgust in everyone.”

"Will this... create a peaceful world?"

“Any peace must be forged with blood.” Wayne said calmly, “Fate has granted you this power for this moment, so I discovered you and named you ‘Revelation’…A new destiny will begin with you.”

[Revelation] After hesitating for a moment, under Wayne's encouraging gaze, he still walked slowly into the giant metal sphere alone.

Once he sat in the chair inside and put on a round helmet, the metal sphere began to close.

“You made the right choice, Mr. Wayne,” Ricky said softly.

"Can this device really amplify the spiritual power of the [Revelation] throughout the world?" Wayne muttered to himself. "I don't know if this child can really do it."

"The Apocalypse is the most powerful mutant mutation discovered to date," Ricky said slowly. "This device is the culmination of Asgard's technology, and it's powerful enough for the Apocalypse to complete this task... Of course, even so, it cannot affect individuals above LV4."

“That’s enough.” Wayne sighed softly. “It’s not just about awakening people’s aversion and fear of supernatural powers… it’s even about making those who have already obtained these powers ‘forget’ the power they possess. As long as this mental imprint can be planted, then supernatural powers in this world will lose their seed for future generations… This generation that only exists in cash will eventually be wiped out by time!”

Ricky smiled slightly. "This is a great moment, Mr. Wayne. My master wants you to personally initiate this moment."

He clapped his hands gently.

At this moment, a slanted cylinder slowly rose from the base of the giant metal sphere device... Ricky took out a bright green crystal from his pocket and handed it to Wayne.

"This is the key to making your wish come true."

Without the slightest hesitation, Wayne grabbed the emerald green crystal and walked towards the cylinder... inserting it directly into it!

In an instant, the entire enormous sphere began to glow, and then slowly began to rotate... Inside the sphere, the helmeted [Apocalypse] began to convulse as if in a seizure...

……

A large number of Dead Apostles wandered aimlessly beneath the building... These Dead Apostles here were more like guards.

"Shh..."

Tina gently pressed her lips to hers and shushed the child in her arms.

The child was very well-behaved, probably because she knew that the older sister was capable of protecting her.

Little did the child know that this ancient Mayan girl was currently facing a dilemma... Although the "Dead Apostles" in this place did not attack, there were just too many of them.

"My power has been suppressed by a lot..."

Taina couldn't help but sigh. With her current abilities, she feared that once discovered, she would have little chance of escaping. What made Taina even more desperate was that she had just clearly seen the [Homeland Soldiers] descend upon the building in front of her.

Faced with the enemy who slaughtered her tribe's god and caused her tribe to perish in a sea of ​​fire, the girl felt an urge to rush forward and take revenge without regard for anything else.

And then... I chickened out.

Suddenly, the girl's gaze narrowed slightly... She subconsciously raised her chin, her little nose twitched, and a familiar, foul smell seemed to be approaching.

She had smelled this stench before... once in the sewers and once in a nursing home while she was searching for that villain!

Suddenly, a Dead Apostle who was "patrolling" downstairs seemed to have vanished.

Taina paused for a moment, gritted her teeth, and activated her secret technique—Eagle Eye!

The perspective shifts, much like the viewpoint of a falcon soaring through the sky.

The girl's gaze instantly zoomed in, as if a camera lens had been pulled closer... Beside a parked car, the vanished [Dead Apostle] was being "devoured" by something...

"ghost……"

Taina felt a sudden, sharp pain in her eyes, and a pair of scarlet eyes were now deeply imprinted in her mind—she had seen a ghost.

[Dead Apostle]...a ghost that eats [Dead Apostles]...a ghoul!

……

……

At the arena, the moment the Dead Apostle wielding a chainsaw appeared in the audience, a massacre instantly began.

People began rushing toward the passageways at various points on the steps, and as a result... very few people managed to escape.

The space where Kintoki and John were sitting suddenly became quite empty.

John looked at the powerful members of the refereeing panel who were forced to fight against the onslaught of the Valkyries: "...So, it seems that Odin's ability to escape from your grasp is quite something, huh?"

"Bullshit!" Jin Shi retorted. "I didn't even notice there was such a guy! Big Sister only managed to dig him out of the corner of my memory... Can you remember whether the ant you stepped on this morning was male or female?"

“Basically, the ants you can step on are all females,” John shrugged. “Male ants either mate or wait to die; they never come out to work.”

Kintoki: "..."

Damn... You're so cultured, so amazing, so impressive!

Sensing that Kintoki was about to explode, John chuckled and soothed him: "So what's that 'ghost' of yours doing right now?"

"It's grown up and can take care of itself!"

Jin Shi snorted coldly, then glanced hesitantly at Zi Ling's mother, who was being heavily protected.

Others might not know, but he and John could see it clearly: all around Zi Ling's mother, there were layers upon layers of barriers that Shenzhou Zhenlong A Xi Ruo had secretly set up... It was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

"Tell me... is it appropriate for me to come out right now and chop Odin to death with an axe?"

He wasn't afraid of anything, except for scaring Ziling's mother. He knew the weight of a single axe blow he could deliver when he got excited...

The new master's foster mother, the maid's mother-in-law... This is a real headache for Jin Shi. He has been secretly protecting her for so many days, but he doesn't dare to show his face, just in case he frightens the Empress Dowager.

—It scared a little girl so much she peed herself.

"Stop messing around... I'm opening a new betting platform." John completely ignored him, took out a laptop, placed it on his lap, and started operating the [Z-coin] website.

—Let's bet on whether Odin can win.

Kintoki couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Never mind that for now... Anyway, the true dragon of China is here, so the Empress Dowager's safety should be fine—besides, maybe the boss is watching from somewhere right now.

Thinking this, Jin Shi suddenly shuddered, as if his intelligence had been suddenly activated, and slapped the kid on the back with his big hand, making a "smack" sound!

The kid, who was slurping down his soda with both hands, couldn't help but turn around and look at him with a puzzled expression... wondering what had gotten into Kintoki.

"Kid, go over there for a second..." Jin Shi quietly pointed to Zi Ling's mother's location, "Take care of those clueless guys who get within a hundred meters..."

The little devil sighed softly and silently left his seat.

"What a bunch of weaklings!"

Jin Shi started cursing again.

"Compared to the allied forces that raided the labyrinth last time, they're far too weak! Only a few [Radiance] units are worth a shot..."