chsdbacks Chapter 277 Hehehe, There are too many elders in the Soul Hall
Chapter 277 Hehehe, There are too many elders in the Soul Hall
Chapter 277 Hehehe, There are too many elders in the Soul Hall
Just as Modi set foot on the land of the underground city, the legion commander in the refugee settlement on the wasteland also began to take action.
In his view, this refugee settlement was very abnormal because they were living too well and did not resemble refugees at all.
Whatever you're missing, you'll find it right away in the underground shelter. What a perfect thing!
Walking along the corridor of the underground refuge facility, Frank recalled his conversation with the settlement leader, and a flood of thoughts welled up in his mind.
Considering the pampered temperament inherent in this group of refugees, he became increasingly certain that there was more to the story and felt inexplicably uneasy.
After subtly gathering information about Paradise, Frank had a vague intuition that the settlement was being monitored by the so-called Paradise Administrator, namely Pandora.
It must be Pandora, who secretly helps refugees whenever they encounter difficulties.
If his intuition was correct, then Pandora discovered him the moment he entered the settlement.
Frank didn't want to be under someone else's surveillance, and he suspected that the world had become the way it was because of Pandora.
In his memory, there was no paradise in this world, and the road to the Beach was not blocked. Something must have happened after he left.
"My telepathy tells me that there is indeed an unknown signal source here, which frequently sends signals to a certain place. It must be a sub-individual of Pandora."
Frank suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on a corner of the shelter, as if something was lurking in the shadows.
"Am I right, Miss Pandora?"
Purple light seeped from his eyes, and his mental energy transformed into a tangible dagger, piercing the corner shrouded in shadow.
In the corner, from a crack, a large amount of viscous gray fluid suddenly gushed out. The mental blade with strong physical interference force landed on it, but it was like punching cotton.
The kinetic energy carried by the blade, as well as the mental energy that constituted it, were all absorbed by the gray matter. In just an instant, the blade collapsed into purple specks.
Its target, the gray, viscous substance, was not seriously affected; it only left a shallow dent on the surface, which was quickly removed.
"How did you find me?"
A melodious female voice rang out, and under Frank's watchful eyes, the gray matter gradually gathered and shaped, eventually transforming into a blonde girl dressed as a maid.
Pandora lifted her skirt, bowed slightly, and said, "You..."
"Enough with the unnecessary words. I'll just ask you one question: you cut off the Beach, didn't you?" Frank interrupted her.
"Yes, I had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure in order to prevent the annihilation from happening again."
Pandora clasped her hands together in front of her.
"Looking at the situation now, I think I made the right decision, even though the consequence is that the human population will no longer grow."
After the path to the Beach was cut off, no new humans were born, and any fertilized eggs produced would only become stillborn, thus stagnating the human population.
According to Pandora's research, the reason for all of this is the lack of the element of "soul".
"really."
Frank nodded, having expected this outcome.
As for the annihilation that Pandora spoke of, he also knew something about it, after all, he had been to this world before and was one of the witnesses.
Those who return from the Beach, the dead, also known as the Stranded, will cause annihilation and trigger a massive explosion once they devour the living.
When he first visited this realm, this phenomenon was also known as "Void Devouring".
The beach has been cut off, which is actually a good thing for me; at least I don't have to worry about those annoying stranded creatures anymore.
With his arms crossed, Frank said again in a deep voice, "Pandora, I need you... to leave for a while."
"According to the regulations, I should grant your request, but I'm sorry."
As expected, Pandora, though respectful, rejected him without hesitation.
"I don't think the citizens here will be able to support themselves after I leave... They need my guardianship and protection, and so do you."
"There's no need for that." Seeing her determination, Frank gave up on trying to persuade her, and a purple light shone in his eyes.
He didn't care how the refugees were doing, nor did he intend to go to Paradise and be under Pandora's surveillance.
He came to this world using a designated ticket because he had his own ideas, and the people in this settlement might be able to help him.
In a way they wouldn't want to.
A brilliant purple light flashed by, engulfing the entire underground refuge facility.
The raging mental energy swayed the physical realm, even briefly altering the surrounding physical laws.
Pandora keenly realized that her body, which should have been able to absorb most of the energy, was now not working properly, as if reality was no longer the reality she knew.
"Have the laws of physics been temporarily altered?"
She could feel her body crumbling, but it only lasted a moment before the highly adaptable nanomachines pulled through and began a tug-of-war with the omnipresent psychic energy.
On a macro level, this manifests as a gray torrent spreading from beneath Pandora's feet.
The torrent surged outwards, engulfing, assimilating, and reconstructing everything of value, including metal, to counter Frank's relentless offensive.
A real-world anchor was quickly assembled, stabilizing the distorted physical laws and suppressing the dazzling purple light.
Around it, devices such as force field generators are also rapidly reconstructing. Without the suppression of mental energy, the assembly speed of nanomachines has increased significantly.
"I didn't expect it to be this difficult to deal with. No wonder it's a powerful artificial intelligence capable of severing the Beach of the Underworld, but..."
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Frank sighed, glancing at the soon-to-be-completed force field generator, laser turret, and other devices, the brightness of the purple light in his eyes increasing by a notch.
An even more surging tide of energy erupted from the depths of his heart, like a raging storm, crashing towards the tiny, insignificant servant in front of him.
The second half of the sentence arrived belatedly, mixed in with the harsh noise caused by the wavebands of the mind.
"If it's just a single individual that comes, it won't be able to do anything to me."
The mental tides exceeded the sub-individual's capacity to withstand them. Even though she could absorb some of the energy, the rest still pulverized her.
The incomplete device shattered into scrap metal, and due to the interference of mental tides, the nanomechanics that make it up lost their ability to reassemble, becoming completely paralyzed.
Then, the anchor of reality broke, and the laws of physics, which had only recently stabilized, returned to chaos, further increasing the pressure on Pandora.
"Sigh, if I had known this would happen, I should have released more offspring here."
Pandora slapped her forehead in frustration, indifferent to the collapse of her body.
The tide of emotions slammed into her head, and she suddenly disintegrated, turning back into a lifeless pool of gray matter.
The feeling of being watched vanished, the light in Frank's pupils gradually dimmed, and he exhaled a breath of stale air.
He lowered his arm, which had been stiff from the pose, wiped away a bead of sweat, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips.
"Ha, I'm still one step ahead. With the surveillance cameras removed, I can proceed with my next move."
A mental force enveloped the entire shelter, ensuring that no paralyzed nanomachines were missed.
"There shouldn't be any omissions, but this place is too close to Paradise and too dangerous. I'd better move to a safer place and pack up those talents."
Frank's smile grew colder. In his mind's eye, the refugees on the ground were standing obediently in rows, awaiting his orders.
They have lost their free will and become slaves to the mind-controller.
"To summon the Forgotten Legion, a portal must be built, and these people... are barely enough."
"Based on the last information uploaded by my sub-individual, the situation is roughly like this."
Inside a coffee shop, Pandora crossed her arms, smiled at Mordy across from her, and revealed all the information uploaded by her sub-individual.
Modi remained silent, but looked at Skran beside him, nudged him, and gestured for him to give his opinion.
"Hmm, that level of mental fluctuation is undoubtedly from Frank, the commander of the Beacon Legion."
Skran scratched his head and frowned, saying, "That guy won't do anything without a profit. If he didn't have any other motives, he definitely wouldn't bother to destroy your sub-individual."
"You mean, he wants to use the people in that settlement for something bad?"
Several human experimentation plans popped into his mind. Modi took a sip of coffee, letting the bitterness spread in his mouth.
He looked at Pandora and caught a fleeting look of worry on her face.
It's unclear whether this is her true thought or an expression she's deliberately faking.
"I have already dispatched a group of individuals to investigate. You two don't need to worry. Just enjoy life in Paradise like everyone else."
Pandora stood up, greeted the passersby, and then said, "Your accommodations are ready. Your personal terminals will guide you. If you need anything, just call my name. Well then, I'll take my leave now and not disturb you any longer."
Modi nodded slightly, watching her dissolve and turn into a pool of gray liquid that seeped into the ground.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "I didn't realize that Pandora is so popular in Paradise."
Aside from those who want to collect her, many others have a high level of affection for her, something Modi has witnessed along his journey.
A question then arose.
"In that case, will anyone confess their feelings to her? If multiple people confess to her, will she become a master of time management and juggle multiple relationships?"
"Well, I don't think even if she did, she wouldn't agree."
Skran chuckled awkwardly.
"Seriously, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to criticize her on her own turf?"
"Don't panic, Pandora won't care about such a trivial matter," Mordy said confidently. "In fact, this kind of topic often appears on a popular forum in Paradise, and Pandora hasn't deleted any posts, so she probably doesn't care."
His commanding manner made him seem like a seasoned forum user; it was hard to believe he was new to Paradise.
Skran blushed, silently wiping away cold sweat, and changed the subject, saying, "So, Frank, what should we do?"
"Why should we handle this?" Mordy asked, surprised. "Do you have a grudge against him? Or do you want to help Pandora?"
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"...No, that's not it. I just feel that letting Frank roam freely will cause us a huge mess."
With a flicker in his eyes, Skran was lost in memories, recalling his few encounters with Frank.
"After all, he's been a chosen one who survived many evolution games. His ability to cause trouble is no less than mine... cough, I mean he's very good at causing trouble. He's done things like summoning alien entities and blood sacrifices to summon evil gods more than once."
"If possible, I think we should take him out first, just in case something unexpected happens."
At this point, a cold glint flashed in Skran's eyes, making Modi feel the temperature drop several degrees.
He said in a sinister tone, "Perhaps we can use Pandora's power to destroy him. This way, we can both eliminate the enemy and find out the extent of Pandora's power, killing two birds with one stone."
Modi was speechless. He finally remembered that Skran was actually the Speaker of the Dark Light Council and a cunning old fox.
A person like him will not easily let go of any opportunity to harm his opponents.
"It sounds pretty unfair and self-defeating..." Mordy paused, a smile curving his lips. "But I like it."
He continued, "We don't need to get involved at all; Pandora can handle it. At most, we'll provide her with some intelligence."
The two exchanged a glance, each revealing a sinister smile.
"Hehehe."
The eerie laughter sent chills down the spines of passersby, who almost thought they had stumbled into a Soul Palace stronghold.
As action-oriented individuals, the two immediately began preparations once they identified their goal.
Skran quickly sketched out runes that countered prophecy, telepathy, and the sixth sense, thereby shielding Frank's senses from realizing that someone was spying on him.
"This is all I can do. There may be oversights, after all, Frank and I are about the same level."
"That's enough. My Light of the Mind is not just for show." Modi waved his hand, sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, and let the runes rotate around him.
Close your eyes, and the world, which should be pitch black, presents an extraordinary array of colors that dazzle the eye.
Modi saw lines extending from himself as the origin, stretching into the unknown distance.
Looking around, it resembled a giant spider web, and he was the weaver in the center of the web, waiting for his chance to strike.
These lines represent people or things that have been connected to him, or they can be seen as his connections with other things.
He can see the existence of anything that has been connected with him through the light of his mind, and even go further to observe its past and future.
"I see you, commander of the Beacon Legion."
Modi chuckled softly, gently flicking a thread on the giant network, and a massive amount of information flooded into his mind.
He processed the information rapidly without saying a word, and the world in his eyes changed accordingly.
He saw Xu City when the psionic entity descended, saw the headquarters of the Beacon Legion, and also saw the wasteland when the instance descended.
Finally, a strange rune came into view.
"I've found his location."
He opened his eyes to find the giant net collapsing. Modi rose from the magic circle, his thoughts still lingering on the last rune he had seen.
He never expected to see an old friend here; what a coincidence!