Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 179: Chapter 178: The Outbreak of War Chapter 179: Chapter 178: The Outbreak of War “Long live the Divine Envoy!”

Someone shouted first, and soon, the cries of “long live” resounded one after another.

The man raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

While the guests were raising their arms in cheer, the brains in the other five glass containers were also sucked into the round tube vessels by “Aibuvich.”

“This is not good…” Ailuodi blurted out suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Zhiyuan looked at her.

She, however, was silent already—she directly sent a warning to Chaoyang: “The life characteristics of the noble who received the injection have changed! Now he appears to have a dark glow mixed with the original green radiance!”

Could this be the purpose of the seed?

The brainless in the hidden well behind the Black Steel camp, were they actually the sacrificial victims for this banquet?

Chaoyang had many questions rising in his mind… It seemed like those who were injected still retained normal thinking, and their behavior and manners were no different from ordinary people. Could it be that they only transform into monsters when facing death? Honestly, such a price was nothing unacceptable in exchange for regaining youth, since death meant losing everything, and whatever happened after death had nothing to do with the injected.

Or was normal thinking merely an illusion, and anyone who underwent the procedure would gradually become like Aibuvich, unwittingly turning into a devotee of the Evil God?

And then there was the title of the seventh Evil God—the “Order of Causality”; it sounded quite fitting. However, youth and aging were not a simple cause and effect relationship, and besides, Ge Wei had mentioned conflicts between the Rot God and the seventh Evil God, he always felt the Divine Envoy withheld a lot of information.

But a more reliable speculation was that the information was entirely fabricated by the opponent, and even the Divine Envoy himself did not understand what the divinities truly wanted—because both Dane and Ge Wei had mentioned that the Primordial Gods did not truly have messengers, humans as later beings simply could not comprehend the will of such existences. A single Evil God could spawn multiple heretical cults, and even they occasionally engaged in bloodbaths among themselves.

“We can’t wait for an opportunity any longer! If the light of life can truly distinguish those heretical cultists capable of transformation, then dealing with two bodyguards and seven bodyguards is not the same concept at all!” Ailuodi urged, “We can’t just watch the ceremony conclude smoothly!”

Chaoyang, through Qianyuan Mingzi’s vision, saw another noble being invited onto the stage.

He knew the Angel was right.

The firepower of players was indeed strong, but taking down the Divine Envoy before seven planted monstrosities was a difficult task, not to mention capturing him alive.

But to directly instruct the players to act now would poke another hole in the already fragile “game system.”

“Let’s make a move.”

At this moment, Qianyuan Mingzi could not hold back any longer.

Beads of sweat covered her forehead, her voice slightly trembling, but except for Ailuodi and Chaoyang, no one else noticed.

Right, she too desired the object capable of reversing life!

Without waiting for Chaoyang’s reminder, Ailuodi immediately expressed her support, “Exactly, I suspect it is the substance they injected that caused the abnormal transformation of the heretical cultists. Even if it’s not, disrupting the heretical cult ceremony is hardly a bad thing, and we can capture some physical evidence as well!”

“I’m ready at any time,” Anthony said, not so discerning, always in favor as long as it meant hunting down the enemy.

Xue Quan had not tailored a specific capture plan for them in advance; all decisions relied on their on-the-spot judgment. Now that three of them had agreed, the other three exchanged glances, and the final decision naturally fell on Zhang Zhiyuan.

After pondering for a moment, he quickly agreed to the plan—though the identity of the mastermind remained a mystery, the spread of the heretical cult was already fully exposed, and there was no need to wait for the ceremony to be completed. With the city guard and the Mechanical Sect having laid a double encirclement, controlling the Joyous Goddess would give them ample time to interrogate these people.

“Okay, then, let’s create chaos and get all these troublesome nobles out of here.”

Zhang Zhiyuan wasn’t afraid of accidentally injuring the group of would-be Heretical Cultists, but in a sealed space, he couldn’t use high-powered weapons like RPGs. Otherwise, they wouldn’t need to wait to kill the enemy; the grenade’s backblast would roast them all first.

Anthony picked up a Type 09 shotgun and fired three shots at the wooden door. Although the bullets couldn’t shatter the chains, they were enough to break the door latch. After three shots, the latched, still attached to the chains, fell right off the door, riddled with bullet holes.

The people in the banquet hall also heard the unusual loud noises; not only did those on the stage stop their injections, but other guests also turned their attention towards the sound.

Then they saw seven or eight metal cylinders tossed from the crack beneath the door, two of which were already emitting white smoke.

Only to hear several loud blasts akin to unexpected claps of thunder, the intense and piercing sound immediately shattered all the glass windows in the hall and left the guests in a state of deafness. Accompanying the blasts was an extremely bright flash of light, almost brighter than the sun on a clear day, turning the walls of the entire hall into a glaring silver-white in an instant!

Several people immediately collapsed on the spot, clutching their chests.

The others, who had never seen such a spectacle before, immediately descended into chaos! They scrambled towards the exit, fearful that this thunder from a clear sky would fall upon them.

The allure of eternal youth from the stage was indeed strong, but the Divine Envoy had also said that the seeds defend against old age, not that they grant an invulnerable, everlasting life. In such a situation, it certainly made more sense to first save their own lives.

What was more terrifying was that the two metal cylinders didn’t look big, but the smoke billowing out became thicker wave after wave, and in just over ten seconds, the hall was covered in white smoke. The smoke was so choking that the sight alone reminded people of the mist outside the city.

“It’s the Hidden Mist cultists!” Someone shouted, instantly triggering their greatest fear—if even a city couldn’t withstand the mist tide, how could a mere ship?

The panic spread even faster.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiyuan and the others also emerged from the cabin. Wearing smoke masks, they quickly dispersed into several attacking parties, advancing from one side of the hall towards the middle of the stage.

However, Aibuvich with the mask and the Evil God Divine Envoy had already disappeared, leaving behind only the hollow glass tanks and two large brain injectors on the ground.

“There’s a hole here!” Zhou Zhi shouted, “They must have escaped through this emergency passage!”

The others gathered around and discovered that in the middle of the stage, a hatch had been left open. It hadn’t been noticed before because it was covered by a red carpet. Now that the carpet had been torn apart, the hatch was exposed. Zhang Zhiyuan looked down through the opening and found a steel pipe about five meters tall, suitable for emergency escape.

Considering that the banquet hall was on the second level of the bridge, that passage should lead to the first deck.

“Let’s chase them!”

He didn’t hesitate, slung his gun over his shoulder, and was the first to slide down.

Anthony followed close behind.

Qianyuan Mingzi deliberately took a step back.

After the other players had jumped down the hatch, she quickly took a box from her backpack, given to her by Chaoyang, put a syringe inside, packed it away, and then slid down to the lower level as if nothing had happened.

“You’re too slow,” Zhou Zhi said, waiting for her alone down there.

“Where are the others?”

Zhou Zhi pointed towards the cold and dimly lit corridor inside the ship, “They’ve gone on ahead.”

“Let’s hurry and catch up to them.”

After walking not even fifty meters, they reached the end of the corridor. As soon as they stepped through the sealed hatch, the roaring sea breeze hit them full in the face.

They were now on the stern deck of the Joy Goddess.