Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065

The bright moon emerged from behind the clouds, casting its radiance, and He Ao controlled Hao Yi’s clone to lift his hand and brush aside the leaves in front of him.

In a valley far away, under the pure moonlight, a square fortress ’small city’ appeared at the end of his field of view.

He Ao lowered his head and glanced at the address location on his cell phone; his current position had overlapped with the location pinpointed by the device.

That fortress small city in front of him was the ’gathering point’ for the Rong Guang Society this time.

The reason it’s called this time’s gathering point is that the Rong Guang Society’s gathering point is different every time.

From the thoughts of the tall man previously monitored by He Ao, and his fragmentary shattered memories, it seemed that.

The Rong Guang Society had built several gathering point addresses, and each time only one was activated. It was necessary to apply to the person called ’the second vice-chairman’ to obtain the address of the current gathering point.

And this gathering point was actually a ’final station’ or what could be called a ’prison’. The ’protectors’ from all the Rong Guang Society’s different regions would bring captured people here, then leave the people behind and depart themselves.

All the captured ’Human Sacrifices’ would converge and be detained here.

Usually, because of the varying distances of the organization’s various locations, the scheduled gathering times would differ, and the entire gathering process would last two to three days.

Once all the ’Human Sacrifices’ had arrived, that second vice-chairman would take these people to the legendary ’City of Rong Guang’.

Similarly, if there was a request to collect building materials, they would also be brought to the current gathering point.

The identity of this ’second vice-chairman’ seemed rather interesting; he appeared to live in the City of Rong Guang for long stretches of time and would only come out when it was necessary to bring Human Sacrifices into the City of Rong Guang.

Usually, in the past, his appearances coincided with the time when the City of Rong Guang was about to open. He would wait for two or three days, and once the ’Human Sacrifices’ were gathered sufficiently, he would immediately leave, having almost no interaction with the ’protectors’ from various locations.

This time, however, he appeared in everyone’s view several days ahead of schedule and advanced the originally planned ’Human Sacrifice’ gathering time, requesting all ’protectors’ to capture the Human Sacrifices as soon as possible.

At the same time, he also informed all ’protectors’ that this would be the last time they would capture Human Sacrifices, as the City of Rong Guang was about to be completed.

From this, it can be seen that these real upper echelons of the Rong Guang Society were indeed ’very anxious’.

However, for the ordinary ’protectors’, locating this ’second vice-chairman’ wasn’t an easy task. They needed to first use a satellite phone to call the corresponding ’informant,’ and only after a complex identity verification by the ’informant’ could they get transferred to the ’second vice-chairman’.

The tall man had previously followed this procedure.

Similarly, the whereabouts of this second vice-chairman were obscure, and it was a hassle to find him.

Only one place could be certain to find him, and that was at the ’gathering point’.

But if there were protectors bringing ’Human Sacrifices’, he would definitely be there.

The location of the gathering point itself didn’t hold much value, but this ’second vice-chairman’ was very valuable.

Since he could take people to the City of Rong Guang, he should know where the City of Rong Guang is.

He Ao looked down at his palm, and his form gradually changed, transforming from the appearance of the tall man back to that of Hao Yi.

Although the tall man’s memories obtained through the Cloak of Replacement were fragmentary, He Ao managed to piece together some valuable information after much difficulty.

For example, due to its special geographical location, close to the center of the Western Lands, gathering points typically were chosen within the Trok Republic, such as this time, not far from the capital Feklay.

And as the region closest to the gathering point, the Trok Republic was not like the Yika Republic, commanded by a single ’protector’.

Instead, it was divided into the Southern and Northern Districts, overseen by two ’protectors’.

The tall man was the protector of the Southern District, and the capital Feklay lay within his jurisdiction. Of course, since he often led the team himself to capture people, he preferred to call himself ’the captain’, and others referred to him as ’the boss’.

And his deputy was thus forcibly bestowed the title of ’vice-captain’, which he did not like. This was the source of their longstanding resentment.

However, due to the division of territories, becoming a protector in Trok was easier than in Yika.

Even with that special ’Rong Guang,’ the tall man could only exert power close to the limit of Grade C, far from reaching Grade B, much less than the level of the white-robed man from the Yika Republic who barely approached Grade B after his eruption.

This level of power could become a regional hegemon even in the Copy World, but it was somewhat unremarkable in front of He Ao.

Apart from the basic power divisions of the Trok Republic, He Ao also found some content about the ’Daybreak’ organization in the tall man’s memories.

This content was somewhat surprising to him.

The tall man had cooperated with Daybreak, but this cooperation was limited to Daybreak capturing people in Trok Republic on his behalf, providing him with a steady supply of ’Human Sacrifices’.

This seemed to explain to some extent why Daybreak would collaborate with the mafia and why they would capture people on the streets.

But there were still some things that couldn’t be explained.

He Ao shook his head, putting aside his thoughts for now and withdrew his gaze.

He lifted his head and walked step by step along the mountain road towards the fortress ’small city’ below.

In front of the massive and heavy iron gate, within a simple guard booth, a tall and a short sentinel stood underneath, gazing at the mountains under the night sky.

"It’s time for the sacrifice of Human Sacrifices again."

The tall sentinel leaned against the wall of the guard booth, lighting a cigarette with some boredom, "It’s quiet here now, but it will get lively in a couple of days."

The short sentinel next to him took out a cigarette, and upon hearing his companion’s words, it seemed to trigger a memory, then paused slightly and said with a smile, "You know, although those Human Sacrifices are filthy, they do have good bodies and skills."

Hearing his words, the tall sentinel seemed to remember something as well and chuckled, "The one I met last time was truly top-notch. She actually thought that if she served us well, we could help her escape."

The short sentinel seemed interested.

"You must have seen her, the one who died hitting the wall,"

The tall sentinel laughed as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"Oh, that one, I remember now,"

The short sentinel fumbled for an exquisitely made stainless steel lighter and placed a cigarette in his mouth, "Indeed, compared to the sacrifice we killed, she was much stronger. So it was you guys, I’ve always wondered who had such good fortune."

The tall sentinel burst into loud laughter as his gaze fell upon the lighter in the short sentinel’s hand, "That’s a nice lighter."

"It was a gift from a Human Sacrifice,"

The short sentinel lit the flame nonchalantly, replying as he flicked his lighter, "He hoped I could take his child out of here. This lighter is worth quite a bit."

The tall sentinel asked, curious.

A tiny flame ignited near the cigarette, accompanied by the short sentinel’s smirk, painting it with specks of fiery red, "His daughter was indeed quite something."

The tall sentinel laughed out loud.

"Gentlemen, may I ask you something?"

A calm voice sounded in the ears of the two men who were in the middle of laughing.

Both men tensed up immediately, swiftly turning around to look to the side.

A young man from Central Earth, wearing glasses and looking mild and restrained, appeared in their field of view.

"Who are you? How did you find this place?"

The tall sentinel immediately grabbed the gun hanging around his neck, his eyes fixed on the youth from Central Earth with apprehension.

His short companion also quickly raised his gun, aiming it at He Ao.

"Don’t be nervous, I just want to ask something,"

He Ao smiled soothingly at the two men, his voice calm, "Is your second vice-chairman here?"

"What are you exactly?"

Upon hearing this question, the tall man immediately raised his voice, his hand reaching for the walkie-talkie on his chest.

"Oh, you don’t know?"

He Ao watched him, nodded lightly, then smiled warmly, "Don’t be nervous."

He lifted his gaze to the heavy iron gate ahead, stepped forward, walking past the two men.

The tall man raised his hand, immediately firing at the youth from Central Earth in front of him.

But before they could even pull their triggers, invisible blades had pierced through their hearts, one from the front and one from the back.

Accompanied by the blossoming of blood in the darkness, He Ao looked up at the short sentinel with wide eyes, took the lighter from his hand, "Don’t be nervous, it will be over quickly."

His steps moved forward, and in an instant, he arrived at the massive and hefty iron gate.

Behind him, the bodies of the two sentinels began to fall backward.

The short sentinel raised his head, his gaze fixed upon the back of the youth from Central Earth, watching as the youth laid his hand on the several-ton-in-weight iron gate.

His mouth opened, and in the last moments of his life, he struggled to voice out the fuzzy sound.

Along with his voice, there was a deep muffled sound and the screeching of huge mechanical gears being forcibly activated.

That heavy iron gate, akin to a mountain wall, was pushed open inch by inch by the youth.

Countless cracks appeared as the youth exerted his strength, spreading from the path under his feet in no time, already passing the tollbooth.

The short sentinel’s eyes bulged.

At this moment, he had no strength left to shout the rest of his words; all his attention was drawn to the youth pushing the gate.

Once upon a time, he believed such a colossal structure could never be moved by man.

And now, that figure shattered the worldview he had long held.

With the sound of two bodies falling to the ground behind him, He Ao raised his head and looked at the ’building’ in front of him.

These were sealed buildings without windows, each with just a small door, arranged in rows behind the main gate.

These buildings were like cement-sealed boxes, standing like graves on the surface of the earth, behind the towering ’city wall.’

Inside the ’city wall,’ houses were neatly lined up, seemingly the dwellings of the ’soldiers’ stationed here.

In the depths of all the sealed buildings, at the supposed center of the ’small town,’ stood a metal High Tower, at the top of which appeared to be a wide platform.

Standing there, one could have a panoramic view of the entire ’small town.’

As He Ao’s gaze turned to the inner structure of this ’small town,’ the soldiers stationed behind the iron door also noticed him.

Following that, loud shouts and shrill alarms echoed under the night sky.

He Ao raised his hand and looked at the flustered ’soldiers’ in front, asked gently, "Have you seen the second vice-chairman?"

The only response to him was the pulling of triggers.

"Oh, you don’t know either?"

He Ao shook his head slightly, an invisible blade sliced the soldier in two.

He then looked around at the soldiers hurrying toward him and took a step along the passages between the sealed buildings towards the metal High Tower at the very center.

He had only walked a few steps when he felt a slight chill and smelled a strong stench of rotting corpses.

These odors seeped out from behind the tightly closed small doors, out of the sealed walls.

He looked up at the surrounding sealed buildings.

Under the vision of Super Memory, countless tiny shadows intertwined among these buildings, which was the source of the chill that enveloped him.

There were so many dissipated souls here that the lingering aura formed a force that could disturb reality.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued forward, as soldiers emerged from the gaps between the buildings and pulled their triggers at him.

A burst of gunfire suddenly lit up the darkness, and amidst panic and gunfire, blood bloomed like fresh flowers in a field.

"It’s a Transcendent!"

"Ordinary bullets can’t hurt him!"

"Get the rocket launcher!"

"Get the rocket launcher!"

Panicked shouts rose among the crowd.

He Ao glanced at the remaining shadows intertwined between the buildings and raised his hand.

The power of Super Memory instantly spread around him, mixing with those shadows, then violently swirled.

In an instant, a swift cold wind brushed past everyone’s neck, and everyone’s souls seemed to be entangled by an invisible force at this moment.

He Ao looked around, and under the vision of Super Memory, everyone’s soul seemed to flicker.

Under the ’cold wind’ just now, their souls briefly became unstable.

Thus, an invisible force spread throughout the area, evoking fear in people’s hearts.

He Ao did not stop; the soldiers around him continued to rush forward.

Then, as if seeing something terrifying, someone suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Don’t you come over here!!!"

The hissing scream rose under the moonlight.

One after another, figures shook and panickedly looked around.

"It wasn’t me who killed you, don’t look for me! Don’t come for me!"

"What’s so scary about ghosts, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time! I will kill you!!!"

"Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Ah—"

Loud, chaotic gunfire accompanied the chill in the night air, flowing through the buildings.

The hail of bullets flew aimlessly, taking away one fearful life after another.

Fear and contamination also mixed in the cold wind, spreading rapidly around.

He Ao advanced through this rain of bullets, occasionally catching a stray bullet and flicking it back on its correct trajectory.

A surge of flames exploded not far from his body,

It seemed as if someone had fired a rocket.

Thus, under the reflection of the flames and gunfire, He Ao gradually neared the metallic high tower.

"What have you done?!"

As He Ao was about to reach the tower, a figure resembling an officer charged forward, blocking his path and glaring at him angrily, "You devil!"

He Ao glanced at the soldiers around him, killing each other and firing indiscriminately, then smilingly said with kindness, "It seems indeed a lot of people in hell are missing you and your soldiers."

"What are you talking about?"

The officer, looking at He Ao, drew his pistol, his voice trembling as he spoke, "They deserved to die! They were beasts in the first place, and beasts are meant to sacrifice their lives for their master."

"Then why are you afraid?"

He Ao smiled as he looked at the officer in front of him.

This officer was a D-Class Transcendent. He Ao’s power hadn’t extended to him—what influenced his emotions were the residual souls entwined around the building.

"I’m not afraid! You demon!"

The officer shouted fiercely, raising his sword as he rushed toward He Ao, "I’ll kill you!"

He Ao lifted his hand, his index finger pointing towards the officer’s forehead, and tapped the empty space.

In that instant, the officer’s eyes widened, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He looked down to see an arm extending from the ground beneath him, grabbing his ankle, as an icy chill instantly spread throughout his body.

The coldness was so familiar, like liquid nitrogen.

Hazy memories surfaced in his mind—he had once immersed a similar arm into liquid nitrogen.

No, no, that’s not right, one would not feel coldness instantly from a liquid nitrogen burn.

It’s impossible, impossible, it must be a hallucination.

He tried to move forward, but one arm after another emerged, seizing his ankles.

In the midst of the fierce flames, shadowy figures climbed out from the ground within his field of view, approaching him step by step.

"You bastards, all of you bastards, you’re all dead! You’re all dead!"

He raised his sword, manically turning towards those figures. "You’re just beasts! Beasts!"

He howled hysterically, like a wild animal in a violent roar.

"Alright, I have a question,"

In that moment, he saw the young man from Central Earth stepped in front of him, casually catching the sword he swung with full force.

"Where is the Second Vice-President?"

He heard the youth calmly ask.

A brief moment of sanity returned to his mind, and he knew that he couldn’t speak, he mustn’t speak.

But the young man didn’t wait for his response and withdrew his hand, stepping onto the staircase leading to the metallic high tower behind him. "I’ll be right back, so I’ll wait a moment."

He trembled as he listened to the voice, wanting to retort but an invisible arm reached into his mouth.

A number of illusory shadows enveloped his body; distortion and mutation loomed over his soul.

Madness wrapped around him, his flesh rapidly swelling.

Then in an instant, an invisible blade destroyed his body.

It was as if someone had ignited an ammunition depot, a violent explosion shaking the sky and earth.

Thick fuel seemed to have undetectably flowed onto the ground at some point.

He Ao walked up to the highest platform, then he lifted his hand, igniting his wind-proof lighter, fixing the flame, and tossed it down below.

A fiery inferno burst into flames in an instant.

And in the distance, a helicopter approached from far away.