stonecrandall Chapter 170 Welcome to... the Lord's Stomach
Chapter 170 Welcome to... the Lord's Stomach
The light from the underground shelter shone on the holographic screen.
The screen reflected Mars Lee's bloodless face.
In the center of the screen is a complex diagram of the underground structure.
The red cursor jumps in the deepest part.
"This is the entrance to the 'Seven Deadly Sins' trial," Mars Lee said in a hoarse voice.
"Both divine objects are inside."
He paused, then shrank back.
"The one guarding the gate is the former saint."
Back then, they were revered as gods by the entire European Union.
It once toured most of the planet Earth and was worshipped by countless believers.
Now, however, he has become a watchdog in the deep underground abyss.
Anyone would break down in this situation.
Lu Yan stared at the red dot on the screen.
He had already sketched out a plan for the attack in his mind.
There are seven levels, and we'll use seven brute-force methods to break them down.
Before he could issue the order...
The high-security encrypted terminal on his wrist suddenly started beeping wildly.
The red alarm lights illuminated the surrounding walls, making them appear bright red.
The cross mark left by the church guard on the wall still emits a foul, burnt smell.
This is the highest alert level.
The alarm will only be sounded when an irreversible disaster occurs on the front lines.
Lu Yan pressed the answer button.
"Command center calling!"
The communication channel was filled with static, accompanied by piercing electromagnetic interference.
"The second and fourth detachments lost contact at Sacred Heart Square!"
This news caused an uproar throughout the entire shelter.
Marsley rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
"It's all over..."
He was muttering to himself nervously.
"This is the Lord's punishment; He has swallowed you up!"
The last image transmitted a few seconds earlier was directly pushed onto the big screen.
In the footage, the reorganized Second Heavy Armored Detachment and Fourth Mobile Detachment are deploying their defenses around the square.
The thousands of S-class "Molten Heart" heavy armors were arranged in such an array that not even a fly could get inside.
Just as the mech pilot was calibrating the magic cannon.
A cross-shaped shadow loomed down from the sky.
There wasn't even a sound.
Several thousand fully armed Awakened Ones simply vanished on the spot.
The once flat square now has a bottomless pit.
It really was swallowed whole.
"Those bastards!"
Zhao Leiguang slammed the two giant earth-pulsating shields heavily onto the ground.
Sparks flew high into the air.
"If they can't win a direct confrontation, they resort to underhanded tactics!"
He's a straightforward person and hates this kind of fighting style where you can't even figure out where the enemy is.
If it were a direct confrontation, his dump truck could crush the other party into dust.
Lin Chuxue bit her nails and paced around in frustration twice.
The red light at the tip of the staff she held flickered.
"Two full-strength detachments didn't even send out a distress signal."
"This indicates that the enemy's energy level is far beyond our conventional detection capabilities."
Wen Yue remained silent.
She silently released the safety of the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow.
Those cold, icy eyes were fixed on the large crater on the screen.
The high-explosive grenades in the backpack were fully charged.
Su Yunqing's palms were clenched so tightly they were sweaty.
She gripped her new weapon, the Gift of Yao Guang, very tightly.
She was afraid something would happen to her teammates, and even more afraid that her brothers on the national team would perish here.
Lu Yan ignored the noise around him.
I couldn't be bothered to look at Mars Lee, who was lying on the ground like a slump in mud.
He simply closed his eyes.
Above the palm, the disk of nothingness rotated silently.
The heart that had just been ripped from Saint Laurent's body was now encased in the petals of the black lotus.
That thing had long since lost all signs of life.
It's not meant for jumping at all.
To the average person, this was a piece of rotten, filthy flesh.
But from Lu Yan's perspective, it's different.
This is a low-quality hard drive crammed with low-level code.
Lu Yan quickly deciphered the code of this thing in his mind.
These false gods certainly have a grand scheme.
These high-ranking believers were transformed into walking spatial nodes.
This heart is both a receiver and a transmitter.
Every space jump leaves data residue on this thing.
Lu Yan's consciousness traced back along the remaining code.
Good guy.
They connected all the churches and statues in the city into an internal network.
These guys who steal faith are utterly incompetent at infrastructure development.
Beneath Sacred Heart Square lies a folded space with several layers stacked on top of each other.
They dragged people in, which was like trapping a dog inside.
They thought this would suffocate China's elite forces.
But this tactic is ineffective against Lu Yan, a rule-breaker.
That's just showing off my limited skills before an expert.
I thought it was some kind of high-dimensional attack.
It turns out it's just a large-scale garbage sorting program.
Lu Yan extracted the most crucial piece of information from that jumble of characters.
The backdoor procedure that maintains this folded space is called "Saint's Prayer".
The door will open if you simply input the prayer in reverse.
"Alright, stop arguing."
Lu Yan opened his eyes.
The shelter was completely silent.
Everyone was waiting for him to say something.
"The person didn't die; they were dragged down."
Zhao Leiguang paused for a moment, then picked up his shield and walked towards the door.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get them!"
"Come back," Lu Yan called out to him.
He captured a series of unique fluctuations extracted from the Void Disk and projected them onto the shared map.
"They used religious buildings as base stations and built a folding sacrificial site under the Sacred Heart Square."
Lu Yan pointed to a newly appeared dark red area on the map.
"There's a backdoor here that keeps things stable; you can get in as long as you connect to the frequency."
This is really interesting.
The self-proclaimed supreme deities still use this outdated local area network architecture.
All you need to do is find a network cable and connect a router.
"Third and Fifth Detachments, establish a defensive perimeter in place."
Lu Yan quickly assigned tasks.
"Beware of them using a diversionary tactic to lure us away from our prey, and bring down those birdmen from the sky."
"That formation master from Team Five, spread magic shields all over the street for me."
Once this order is given, the rear will be secure.
Even if a lot of angels flew down from the sky, it would only hold them off for a while.
He turned to look at Shen Xinglin in the corner.
"Xinglin, grab your weapons and come with me."
Shen Xinglin looked up.
He twirled the lance in his hand, which was named "Ever-Changing".
The origin of this weapon has always been a mystery.
But Lu Yan knew its most fatal characteristic.
It can perfectly simulate any analyzed energy fluctuation.
"Your gun can simulate the frequency of their spatial teleportation."
Lu Yan patted Shen Xinglin on the shoulder.
"You're the one to lead the way this time, open the door for us."
Shen Xinglin didn't waste any words.
He nodded emphatically.
The man, who was originally taciturn, exuded a sharp and piercing aura.
A halo remarkably similar to the Void Disc shone from the tip of the spear.
Xiao Qianyu carried the Dragon King Battle Halberd and walked to Lu Yan's side.
This aloof and sophisticated woman only said one sentence.
"Whatever you say, we'll fight."
Her trust in Lu Yan was ingrained in her very bones.
Don't ask why, just point the gun at the enemy.
"Set off."
The squad stepped out of the shelter and quickly made its way towards Sacred Heart Square.
The whole city was like a dead tomb.
The entire route was filled with converted fanatics wandering aimlessly.
They didn't fire; Shen Xinglin led the charge.
The knight's mobility was on full display at this moment.
Anything that blocked the way was shoved into the ruins by that lance.
They didn't make a sound at all.
A few minutes later, the first team arrived at Sacred Heart Square.
All that could be seen were broken walls and ruins.
The air was filled with that overripe, rotten, sweet, fishy smell.
The pit that swallowed two detachments had very smooth edges.
It felt like a piece of something had been scooped away out of thin air by a spoon.
Even the underground sewer pipes were cut neatly.
"That noise was really creepy," Lin Chuxue said, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms.
A mage like her, who relies on bleeding to deal damage, is most sensitive to this kind of eerie aura.
Lu Yan walked to the edge of the pit.
He gestured with his chin toward Shen Xinglin.
Shen Xinglin stepped forward and planted the tip of the "ever-changing" spear on the ground.
The halo on the tip of the gun began to vibrate at a high frequency.
He was calibrating the frequency.
Invisible ripples spread out along the ground, one after another.
Lu Yan slammed the Void Disc down onto the ground with his other hand.
He used the deciphered backdoor key to further fuel Shen Xinglin's fire.
The floor tiles didn't break, nor did they collapse.
The space beneath their feet softened.
It turned into a swamp-like fluid.
A blood-red vortex composed of countless human faces slowly rotated beneath their feet.
Those people had their mouths agape, wailing silently.
These were all commoners from Europe who were once sacrificed.
Now they've all become cogs in this meat grinder.
From the depths of the space below, a strange syllable came up.
The helmet's built-in translator actually translated it into a sentence in Chinese.
"Welcome to... the Lord's stomach."