95: You don't think you're the only one in the world who can use the power of space!

He was horrified to discover that tiny black tentacles were starting to grow from his wound.

These tentacles wriggled like living things, slowly devouring his body.

"What... what did you do to me?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

The Lord of Deception squatted down, a playful smile on his face:

"Nothing, it's just that you weren't obedient, so naturally, we had to make you a little more obedient."

He pointed to the tentacles on the Old Man of Destruction's chest, "These things will slowly devour your sanity and soul, eventually turning you into a puppet that only knows how to obey."

The Old Man of Destruction's face instantly turned pale.

Such a fate was worse than being killed directly.

"I... I promise you!" he hastily shouted,

"The World-Destroying Organization is willing to become a subordinate of the Calamity Court!"

The Lord of Corruption snorted coldly and casually tossed the black Godshard Fragment to the Lord of Deception:

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? You wasted our time."

The Lord of Deception caught the Godshard Fragment, his fingertips gently caressing its cold surface, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"A wise choice, old man."

He stood up, looking down at the Old Man of Destruction who was sprawled on the ground, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"However, since you're becoming our subordinate, shouldn't you show some sincerity?"

The Old Man of Destruction's grizzled beard trembled, his cloudy eyes filled with fear:

"What... what else do you want?"

The Lord of Corruption slowly walked over, tendrils of black mist coiling around her slender fingers:

"It's simple, call all the people from your organization over."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable sense of oppression:

"We need to confirm their 'loyalty'."

The Old Man of Destruction's pupils suddenly constricted.

He knew all too well the meaning behind those words.

Once the organization members gathered here, what would await them?

"No... this is impossible..." He shook his head with difficulty,

"They are scattered all over the world..."

The Lord of Deception suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm:

"Old man, do you think we're discussing this with you?"

He snapped his fingers, and the black tentacles on the Old Man of Destruction's chest suddenly writhed violently, bringing excruciating pain.

"Ah—!"

The old man let out a mournful shriek, his body curling into a ball.

"Now," the Lord of Deception leaned down, his voice a low, demonic whisper,

"Contact them in your own way."

"Tell them... you've discovered an Apocalypse-Level Threshold that's about to open, and a full assembly is required."

The Old Man of Destruction gasped in pain, cold sweat soaking his tattered gray robe.

He knew he had no other choice.

Trembling, he stretched out his withered fingers, pulled out a pitch-black communicator from his embrace, and pressed a hidden button.

The communicator glowed with an eerie red light, and a hoarse electronic voice sounded:

"Confirming leader's command... summoning all members... coordinates sent..."

The Lord of Deception nodded in satisfaction, reaching out and gently patting the Old Man of Destruction's cheek:

"Very good, now that's more like an obedient pet."

...

Inside the Netherworld Projection base, Rodriguez had just finished catching up with his other companions and left alone.

However, when he walked out, he found the entire base deserted.

"How is this possible?" Rodriguez was stunned.

This was the Netherworld Projection, the Critical Point that was rumored to be about to cause a World-Destroying level disaster, so how could there be no one here?

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside, and the entire base shook violently.

Rodriguez instantly understood—someone was attacking here!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Who is so bold?" he muttered to himself.

One must know that this base held extraordinary significance for the Beacon Country, and the strength of its defense system was among the top three globally.

After all, at least one-third of the Beacon Country's national power had been invested here.

Even he himself couldn't break through the outer defensive barrier.

Rodriguez didn't think much further, his body moved, and he rushed towards the command room at an extremely fast speed.

When he arrived, the scene before him made his pupils contract sharply—the entire sky was torn in half, one half was the eerie green ghost domain released by the Lord of the Underworld, with countless vengeful spirits wailing within it;

The other half was ravaged by an unknown power, with lightning and thunder intertwined with an aura of destruction.

The other half of the power was the pitch-black death rays fired by the Metal Ark, causing space to collapse wherever they went.

In the core area where the two forces collided, light was twisted into a bizarre vortex.

"Has the 'Doomsday Ark' project been activated?" Rodriguez's face was ashen.

He noticed that the steel city walls had reassembled into the shape of a giant battleship, which was the final defense protocol that only the President could authorize.

Just then, Commander Shaodun also noticed the person beside him and spoke anxiously:

"Archmage, we have run out of options! The enemy's attack is too strong. In ten minutes, I will activate the final fortress."

"At that time, I will teleport you out as quickly as possible, and I hope you can bring reinforcements back soon."

Rodriguez heard this and looked at the terrifying aura on the screen, understanding that they could not resist.

Their only option now was to quickly go to the Beacon Country for support, and they might even need to send out a distress signal to the international community.

However, once they did so, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to them.

But the current situation forced them to act, otherwise, once the Netherworld Projection was opened, the Beacon Country would suffer incalculable losses.

After a moment of thought, Rodriguez nodded in agreement.

...

At the same time, the Lord of the Underworld outside held Jin with one hand, tearing him out of his battle armor.

The wreckage of the battle armor burned at his feet, eerie green flames consuming the once indestructible steel.

Jin floated in mid-air, seven Godshard Fragments rotating in the Lord of the Underworld's palm, emitting a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

"You Beacon Country people are quite generous," a distorted laugh came from beneath the Lord of the Underworld's mask,

"A single mech actually contained seven Godshard Fragments. It seems you've salvaged quite a few good things from the Critical Points over the years."

Blood seeped from Jin's lips, the pain of the mech being violently dismantled directly transmitted to his brain through nerve connections.

He tried to speak, but found that his vocal cords had been eroded by some dark power, and he could only produce hoarse gasps.

The Lord of the Underworld suddenly looked up, the evil spirit patterns on his mask glowing crimson.

"Oh? Someone still wants to run?" He sneered, "Did they ask me first?"

Immediately, the evil spirit patterns on his mask suddenly glowed with dazzling blood-red light.

The Lord of the Underworld casually threw Jin to the ground, like discarding a rag doll.

His right hand suddenly grabbed into the void with a burst of power—

"Bang!"

A thousand meters away, a spatial rift suddenly exploded.

Rodriguez, who was casting teleportation magic, was forcibly dragged out.

His magic robe was torn, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the Lord of the Underworld with a face full of shock.

"This... how is this possible?" Rodriguez's voice trembled, "You... how dare you directly grab the void with your hand?"

The Lord of the Underworld let out a low laugh, his eyes beneath the mask flickering with eerie green flames:

"What? Don't tell me you thought you were the only one in the world who could use spatial power!"