Chapter 964 - 359: Captain Fang, Is That All!? (2)

The sinister smile on his face had faded away, leaving only an extreme coldness.

He raised his hand and pointed at Fang Qingyu.

"It’s your turn, Captain Fang."

The moment the words fell.

The floor beneath Fang Qingyu’s feet, originally covered with a luxurious carpet, was now soaked in blood and debris, disappeared without warning.

A strong sensation of weightlessness suddenly hit.

Fang Qingyu felt the ground beneath give way, and his whole body began to fall rapidly.

The scene before his eyes was instantly replaced by a blood-red vista.

Whoosh—

The wind roared past his ears, the falling speed was astonishingly fast.

His vision blurred and cleared in the rapid descent.

The scene before him switched instantly.

Everything was shrouded in dark red.

As far as the eye could see, there was only endless blood red.

Fang Qingyu landed steadily on the ground and looked around.

His starlit eyes calmly swept over the space.

Not a trace of panic was on his face; instead, a hint of intrigued scrutiny appeared.

"Tsk." He even clicked his tongue lightly, with a playful tone, "Is this the reason you went to such lengths, playing dead and baiting, spending over half a month, to lure me to the Celestial Punishment Association’s headquarters?"

Fang Qingyu’s gaze pierced through the swirling blood-red mist.

He precisely locked onto Chen Yuanshan who was also gracefully descending not far away.

The latter stood on a relatively clean blood-red ground, wearing a look of composed command on his face.

"I didn’t expect you, Captain Fang, to dare enter knowing all this; your courage is commendable."

He nodded slightly, seemingly in genuine admiration.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

A look of extreme helplessness appeared: "Your intentions are written all over your faces, if I still don’t know, how stupid must I be."

Then, without waiting for Chen Yuanshan’s reply.

Fang Qingyu stepped forward.

"Alright, old leader, stop beating around the bush. Bring out all your trump cards together."

"Otherwise, I fear you won’t have the chance later."

"You—"

No matter how good-tempered Chen Yuanshan was...

Even he couldn’t suppress the trace of anger in his heart.

Killing intent filled his murky eyes.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Chen Yuanshan said ’good’ three times consecutively, "Then as you wish!"

After speaking.

His withered hands suddenly formed a complex seal in front of his chest.

Emitting a series of obscure and incomprehensible syllables.

Buzz—

The entire blood-colored space shook violently.

In the surrounding darkness, the viscous blood light thrashed wildly like a pond disturbed by stones.

From eight directions.

Eight bulges instantly rose.

Eight figures emerged, as if crawling from the deepest part of a filthy Blood Pool.

Tearing through the viscous blood slurry, they slowly stepped out.

These were the Celestial Punishment Association’s most powerful warriors.

The eight Martial Saints who had fused Divine Bone and Divine Blood, whose combat power ranked among the top in the City of Injustice.

Their current state.

Resembled Shi Hao during his berserk transformation.

Their entire bodies were enveloped in black fluid.

The eight faces, obscured by the viscous black liquid.

Yet the hollow sockets exposed showed no trace of human emotion.

Only a dead gray, as if they were puppets stripped of souls.

Leaving only the most primal, most savage instinct to kill.

Upon seeing these eight figures standing like Demon Gods of Hell.

Chen Yuanshan’s face once again displayed a look of composed command.

"Captain Fang, slowly enjoy."

He smiled at Fang Qingyu, who was heavily surrounded by the eight Divine Bone Martial Saints.

After speaking, he truly ignored Fang Qingyu, directly turning away.

Walking with aplomb into the depths of the blood-colored space.

There, the outline of a huge and blurry Cross loomed in the blood mist, seemingly with a human figure nailed to it.

When Chen Yuanshan stood before the gigantic Cross.

All emotion disappeared from his face.

Leaving only a nearly fanatical devotion.

He bowed his aging frame slightly, hands crossed on his chest, prayed to the shriveled figure on the Cross with a deep voice full of twisted emotion:

"My child... My supreme creator’s seedling... Your humble servant has led the perfect kindling to your altar..."

"May your decaying bones become the steps to ascend the divine throne..."

"May your flowing blood transform into the spring nourishing divinity..."

"May the sins and sacrifices I bear for you become the foundation for my eternal altar..."

His withered fingertips gently brushed over the cold, rough surface of the Cross.

In his murky old eyes.

A light of pathological zeal and expectation flickered.

At the same time Chen Yuanshan prayed devoutly, a figure cloaked in a wide black robe silently appeared beside him like a ghost.

The cloaked figure bent slightly in a respectful posture, softly addressing Chen Yuanshan:

"Grandfather."

Chen Yuanshan did not cease his prayer, only nodded very lightly.

"Go amuse yourself if you wish, grandfather will prepare the final matter."

The cloaked figure laughed quietly under its hood, seemingly suppressing mirth: "Yes, grandfather."

...

At the same time.

Outside the Celestial Punishment Association’s headquarters.

The dead silence of the night was shattered.

A massive troop, like black ants swarming from every dark corner of the city, was gathering silently.

No slogans, no shouts.

Even footsteps were deliberately minimized to the limit.

Dark figures densely packed.

Pouring out from every street junction, converging into silent streams.

They wore uniform-style black robes, their faces showing no expression.