Chapter 60 Give me a punch, the kind that knocks me out! The entire Eighth Ring Police Station quickly assembled, all residents near the academy were forcibly evacuated, and hundreds of large-scale projection equipment were turned on, creating an illusory light curtain that completely obscured the Colossus Academy. The light curtain is so huge and covers such a wide area that even parts of the Ninth Ring can be seen! Nine rings. "Something big has happened. This is an opportunity." On the top of a certain building, Director Wang of the Happy Orphanage murmured: "Xiao Lin, give the order. The Great City is in a state of panic and has no time to spare. The God's Descent will begin in the eleventh day. Is the Saint Luo Square ready?" "Everything has been arranged." Lin Yulang said calmly: "The inverted cross has been erected, and the fresh animals have been prepared, but..." A look of confusion appeared on his face: "Why do those students and teaching assistants look like they were sent to us by the academy?" "It was delivered personally." Dean Wang looked deep. Lin Yulang swallowed his saliva:
"You, you have cooperation with the college's top management?" "No, it's just a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding that each party gets what they need. We still need the final sacrifice, a person favored by the outer god, as a sacrifice, and the god will be happy!" After a pause, he emphasized: "Give orders to the believers in the Great City to create riots and help Sura as much as possible. The bigger the better!" "This time, it's the best chance!" ……………… "This time, it's the best chance!" Inside the Colossus Academy, the old dean stroked the silver fox head inlaid on his cane, his eyes sparkling: "Great City will be in a state of panic and will have no time to care about anything else. This is my best chance to enter the Nine Rings, Professor Su. You must, must hold on a little longer." A phone call came in at this time, and there was a questioning voice on the other end of the phone: "Old Chu, why can't you block the network of your Colossus Academy? Block it immediately and stop the broadcast!" "It seems that the people below have encountered some technical difficulties. I will urge you to contact the people on the spiritual network directly. It should be faster." "Don't you know those guys on the Spirit Network? They dare to broadcast everything. Just block the school network!" After hanging up the phone, the old dean made another call: "Keep the network running. Remember, this was done by the cultists of the Old Council. Afterwards, tell all the engineers to shut up. Yes, they are cultists. You discovered them and killed them." After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath, his face was visibly pale, and he looked listless. "I am too weak to take care of anything else and unable to do anything." The old dean leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window at the sky and the billowing waves of air rushing towards him. "Make a fuss, make it bigger, and make it even bigger." ………………
Great Hall. The ancient altar fell in front of Professor Su. Chen Xiang stared at it intently. The altar was about the size of ten people. It was half black and half gray, with heavy traces of time. There is a pillar in the middle of it, engraved with mysterious and indescribable twisted runes. Just staring at it will make you feel dazed. Professor Su bowed before the altar and said in a low voice: "This is the altar of the Lord of Dusk. Directly to the altar of the Lord of Dusk!" After a pause, he began to recite: "Great dusk, you are the god who is still burning, the god who is out of reach, the god who is gilded and red." "You are the source of war and the end of war" "At that hour of noon, when the sun sets, the gods fall like rain." "You wear a broken crown, accompanied by silent followers, accompanied by illness, bleeding, aging, hunger, wounds, accompanied by restlessness, fear, fascination, comfort and a moment of recollection." Snow suddenly began to fall in the conference hall, snow without roots or sources, and on the snow, fire was burning! Temperatureless, translucent golden fire! "Interrupt him!" Someone shouted in surprise and anger. Everyone knew that a big change was about to begin! The altar trembled, and under the horrified gazes of countless people, a space-time rift appeared on it. The dark space-time rift gradually expanded from small to large, and soon it was more than ten meters high! ! Wei Qingqiu breathed rapidly, staring at the altar, and suddenly he felt the conference hall shaking slightly, and the next moment! The dome of the entire conference hall was shattered and torn apart! The sun suddenly poured in, and four figures stood in the sky. "They are the four deputy directors of the Secret Investigation Department!" The nobleman from the inner third ring waved his arms. "Sura!" Among the four deputy directors, the first deputy director was furious: "You are so brave!" The old man attacked brazenly, and the True God Factor gathered like a tide, the fire element rioted, condensed into an overwhelming wave of fire, and flooded towards the cracks in time and space! The blazing heat swept through the auditorium, and even if there was only a trace of residual power, many people began to appear scorched, and the scorching fire was raging at this time! Professor Sura was still kneeling on the ground. He threw out a golden round badge, which shone brightly and knocked back the raging fire waves. The high temperature in the hall also dissipated suddenly. "Forbidden Item 126, the Emblem of God's Blessing." Wu Mengling looked grim, and he attacked together with the other three deputy directors, and an extremely brilliant light burst out! The emblem of divine protection is in a stalemate with three saints and a messenger from heaven. "The great, supreme Old One!" At that time, the space-time rift was completely formed. Through the rift, one could vaguely see a figure that was incredibly huge, beyond the limits of imagination and vision! Accompanied by frenzied colors, accompanied by endless mutterings, and layers of prayer sounds rising one after another! "Oops!!" The first deputy director, who was at the level of the Heavenly Envoy, changed color and used all his strength. The thousand-meter-long fire wave entangled into a giant python, which opened its bloody mouth towards the entire conference hall! The brilliant light of the emblem of divine protection dimmed. Sura looked at the old altar with a crack in time and space, regardless of everything, and spoke with great piety: “The world is listening and waiting for your words, and your country is waiting for your return!” "Are you here?" No response, no movement. The brilliant light of the emblem of God's blessing completely dimmed, the giant fire python surged down, the conference hall was in chaos, and countless people began to flee! "host!" Su Luo shouted at the top of his lungs: "The believers pray to you! Please" There was still no response from the altar. He seemed to have aged by dozens of years. His hair, which was originally half black and half white, was completely white. Everything became a joke. "There is still a chance. The Lord may still be asleep and there is still a chance!"
Sura soared into the air, faced the giant fire python, and blocked it with his body! ……………… "Still no response?" Jerusalem was far away, gazing at the Great Hall quietly and sighing softly. Do you want to save Sura? The eyes of the Death Lord and Death Titan were about to drop. If the Old Altar was returned to the Great City in public, He would definitely take it away personally. Sarah closed her eyes and hesitated. "We need an opportunity. As long as the altar gives even a little response, as long as everything is deadlocked!" "Where is the opportunity?" He could not find Sarah. He saw Sura crying, saw him standing in front of the giant fire python, being burned to the point of death and falling to the ground. He saw him trying desperately to banish the old altar to the void, but was firmly restrained by the four deputy directors. This farce seems to be coming to an end. ……………… Great Hall. Many people began to flee, and the farce was about to end. "Old Chen! Let's go!" Wei Qingqiu grabbed Chen Xiang's hand, but found that Chen Xiang shook his head. "How can any good person sleep in this situation?" He stared at the miserable Su Lao, feeling the terrifying majesty of the four powerful beings in the sky, his heart trembled slightly, and he said sideways: "Xiao Wei, give me a punch, the kind that knocks me unconscious!" "what?" "Do it!" Wei Qingqiu didn't have time to think. After hesitating for a moment, she punched him hard. Chen Xiang grimaced. Seeing this, she used her true strength and punched him again. This time, Chen Xiang rolled his eyes and fainted. "I've never seen such a weird request!" Wei Qingqiu angrily carried Chen Xiang on his back and fled out of the meeting hall. Before leaving, she looked back and saw that Professor Su was already half burnt, the altar was dim, and the cracks in time and space were swaying. No response. Lord, does he really exist? (End of this chapter)