fictionpage Chapter 334 The Wrath of Atlantis
Chapter 334 The Wrath of Atlantis
Deep, dark, and cold.
This is the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, a world where even sunlight cannot reach, shrouded in eternal darkness and terrifying pressure.
However, within this forbidden zone of life, a city so magnificent it defies description floats silently.
It is composed of some kind of crystal that shimmers with a ghostly blue light and an unknown black metal. Countless strange deep-sea creatures, like the most loyal guardians, surround the city and swim slowly.
This is the headquarters of the "Sky Dome Martial Alliance," the legendary sunken city of Atlantis.
The black spire in the city center, the throne room.
The "broker," the mysterious ruler shrouded in shadow, is quietly watching the holographic projection before him.
On the projector, a final video, salvaged from the black box of the "Blood Axe" warship, was played over and over again.
The image is extremely blurry and distorted.
But still, it is possible to barely make out what it is.
One, dressed in black, an Eastern youth.
He simply made a light, quick flick of his finger.
Then, the twelve A-level heavy mercenaries, along with their power armor and heavy weapons, were neatly cut in two.
Immediately afterwards, the scene switched to Orgrimmar's first-person perspective.
He saw it—the madman wearing the Grim Reaper mask.
He saw himself, in his berserk state, unleashing a punch powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Then, he saw the young man in black appear again.
I saw how he so casually crushed his own invincible fist.
Finally, he saw a ray of golden light.
Then, the screen fell into eternal darkness.
"Smack."
"The broker" was turned off; the holographic projection was disabled.
The entire throne room fell into a deathly silence.
Beneath the throne, another figure shrouded in shadow knelt on one knee, his body trembling slightly.
He didn't dare to look up.
He could feel the terrifying rage emanating from the throne, a rage powerful enough to freeze the soul.
"Blood Axe" was completely wiped out.
Twenty-four A-rank mercenaries, one S-rank berserker, along with one Axe-class assault ship costing over 50 billion merit points.
In a mere ten minutes, it was completely erased from this universe.
This is the most devastating loss the "Sky Dome Martial Alliance" has suffered since its establishment.
"Hehe...hehehehe..."
Suddenly, the "broker" on the throne let out a low, eerie laugh.
The laughter made the kneeling figure tremble even more violently.
"Invigilator... what a fine 'invigilator'!"
The "broker" slowly rose from the throne made of the skeleton of a giant creature.
He walked step by step to the kneeling figure.
A pair of eyes, burning with a ghostly blue flame, lit up in the shadows, staring intently at him.
"Have I been inactive for too long?"
"To the point that everyone has forgotten how I, the 'broker,' got my start."
"A tiny, newbie village, inhabited by natives, dares to touch my people?"
The kneeling figure lowered its head even further, its voice filled with fear.
"My lord, please calm down! This...this was an accident! We severely underestimated the power of this planet! That 'examiner'...his strength has already exceeded our data models! He is very likely an existence at the level of 'Master'!"
"gentlemen?"
"A broker," he sneered.
"If he really is 'Sir,' then the 'Visitor' spaceship should have handed over the 'key' to him directly when the announcement was made."
"Instead of creating such a ridiculous 'world event'."
"He is very strong, I admit that."
"But he still has to abide by the rules of this game."
"He is an 'examiner,' not a 'god.'"
The "broker" turned around and walked back to his throne.
"We lost the first round. But the game has only just begun."
In his eyes, the dark blue flames burned even more fiercely.
"Relay my orders."
"First, immediately sever all business cooperation with the White House. Put them on the 'Sky Dome Martial Alliance' blacklist. Furthermore, issue an 'A-level kill order' against the current US president to the interstellar network."
"He provided false information, which led to the downfall of 'Blood Axe.' He must pay the price."
This command caused the kneeling figure to suddenly raise its head.
Hunting down the president of a sovereign nation?
This is tantamount to declaring war on the entire United States of America!
"My lord! This...this might be too..."
"Are you questioning me?" The "broker's" cold gaze swept over.
"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!" The figure immediately lowered his head again.
"Second," the "broker" continued, "to contact the EU and those old charlatans hiding in the Vatican."
"Tell them that I'm very interested in that second option."
"A hundred thousand, the sacrifice of wise souls."
"I think it shouldn't be difficult to gather them in those war-torn regions of Africa and the Middle East."
"We can cooperate."
"As long as they can handle the Pope, I can provide 'technical' support."
The kneeling figure felt an even greater surge of turmoil within him.
Sacrifice!
The broker is actually going to choose the most evil and insane path!
"Third." The "broker's" voice became increasingly cold and cruel.
"Activate, 'Project Abyss'."
"Since this planet likes monsters so much."
"Then, I'll give them a big gift."
"I want to bring the real 'Leviathan' down upon this pathetic world!"
"I want that high and mighty 'examiner' to see with his own eyes what his pitiful strength can actually protect when true despair descends!"
"I will make this entire planet perish with the 'Blood Axe'!"
He opened his arms, like a dark, embracing demon king.
The entire throne room trembled violently because of his maniacal laughter.
……
The White House, an underground fortress.
Mr. President, just now, thanks to the efforts of medical personnel, you have slowly regained consciousness.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the faces of all his staff and generals, faces that looked as if their own fathers had died.
"What's wrong... what happened again?" the president asked weakly.
No one answered him.
Everyone looked at him with a complex mix of pity, fear, and anger.
"Speak! Are you all mute?!" The president struggled to sit up.
"Sir..." The Secretary of State hesitated for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty, "The 'Sky Dome Martial Alliance' has just unilaterally torn up all of our agreements."
"And...and..."
"And what?!"
"And, they have issued a Level A kill order against you on the dark web of the interstellar network..."
"Reward: 50 million merit points"
"I want...I want your life."
The president's eyes widened instantly.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
But this time, he couldn't even spit out a single drop of blood.
With a roll of his eyes, he completely fainted.