bookrandom Chapter 654 Returning to the Church Where We Met
Chapter 654 Returning to the Church Where We Met
"By the way, the southwestern district of this abandoned city is currently the scene of a fierce battle."
Suddenly remembering something, Traveling Log said loudly, "Imperial forces are engaged in firefights with the Free Forces. That Federation rebel group was hired by Redemption Path to block the Imperial 59th Army from going to the rescue."
Yingyu casually replied, "Well, as expected. It would be strange if the Imperial 59th Army didn't make a move after snatching that promising young talent that old Z had his eye on."
Travel Log continued, "There are also the wolf riders of the Howling Moon Hunting Group. They wanted to snatch Princess Howling Moon back from the Redemption Path, and they also clashed with the Freedom Armed Forces who were blocking their way."
"Those Freedom Armed Forces are really unlucky. Even a gambler like me wouldn't easily sign a contract that's completely unequal."
Yingyu let out a sneer, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his tone.
"The Federation's Chief of Staff, Cen Qing, has personally arrived here with the ultimate marksman. The Ice and Snow Family has sent their Frostship into the war zone. The Security Bureau and Star Giant Enterprise have also been drawn in, all with the same goal: to rescue that Ice and Snow Princess."
After discussing the two major factions of the Death Faction, Traveling Log then brought up the participants of the Life Faction.
"It's a miracle that those women playing with ice haven't gone crazy yet. It's a good thing that Lord Cen Qing has been assigned such a 'good job'."
Winfish's witty remarks remain sharp, and its intensity is still on point.
"The Aomori Rangers are preparing for a large-scale hunt, and the World Federation is fully supporting them. In addition, besides Mo Chen of courtyard number 5905, the owners of several other war courtyards are also eager to get involved and want a share of the spoils."
Traveling Log pondered for a moment and gave a few examples: "The former advisor of Courtyard 5902 has already set off, leading his men to join the Federation, while the Mafia of Courtyard 5986 is meeting with a second-in-command of the Hand of Mendel. They're not afraid of being too greedy and choking themselves to death."
"Well, Mr. Traveling Log, you underestimate those homeowners."
Upon hearing this, Yingyu whistled merrily: "They're not vultures scavenging for food, but shrewd businessmen. The more chaotic the situation, the greater the opportunity for these homeowners' courtyards to profit."
His voice carried an excitement that seemed to thrive on chaos, as if the sounds of gunfire from the southwest city were the masked actor's favorite symphony.
"Furthermore, after you asked me to leak the news about the Redemption Path, it attracted more forces and factions to our war zone. This auction held by the Redemption Path has turned into a high-stakes gamble."
Traveling Log pushed up the sunglasses on his nose, the lenses reflecting the dim light from outside the clock tower: "On the gambling table lies not only the fate of that lustful sinner, but also a key move that will determine the future of the modern world."
"Then we just need to wait and see."
Yingyu stuffed the chips into his pocket and straightened his slightly disheveled collar: "Let's wait and see how this grand drama will end in four days."
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After some time, Mo Chen drove the snail vehicle into the garage of courtyard number 5905.
After parking his energy-consuming bunny motorcycle, he went straight to the community tree to let Xiao Da know he was safe.
As soon as he got back to his residence, he didn't even have time to take off his trench coat before leaning back on the sofa.
Mo Chen closed his eyes, trying to enter that dream world. He relaxed for a short while, but then a wave of tired drowsiness quickly washed over him, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Consciousness, like a stone sinking into the deep sea, passed through layers of darkness and chaos, finally touching the bottom.
Mo Chen opened his eyes, and the scene before him was no longer the living room of the house, but the church that had appeared in his dream, the place where he first met Adele.
Warm sunlight streamed through the colorful domed skylight, falling on the face of the goddess statue in the altar, making her appear exceptionally holy, yet also revealing an indescribable sense of sorrow.
Mo Chen subconsciously held his breath, but his eyes searched the church anxiously.
"Adele?"
His voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, which echoed faintly in the empty hall.
Unexpectedly, there was no response.
Only the goddess statue remained with its face bowed, gently gazing down upon this illusory and unreal pure land.
Mo Chen's heart sank. He paced back and forth in the church, trying to find Adele.
On the benches where believers sit? No.
Behind the pulpit where the pastor preaches? No.
The choir booths were empty? Still nothing!
Mo Chen's heart pounded in his chest like a drum, each beat pounding against his nerves, which were on the verge of losing control.
Mo Chen's sincere feelings for Adele made his voice frantic as he called out to her. He rushed up the altar and even reached out to touch the bottom of the goddess statue, trying to find some possible mechanism.
But the touch from my fingertips was so cold.
"Adele..."
Mo Chen's calls echoed continuously in the empty hall, eventually dissipating into the colorful light spots.
The goddess statue remained silent, and its compassionate gaze now seemed to mock his powerlessness.
After a long and fruitless search, Mo Chen dejectedly withdrew his hand and slid down to the ground, leaning against the cold stone statue.
Yingyu had clearly told herself that she could see Adele in her dream tonight, so why wasn't she here?
The fingernails dug deep into the palm, scratching the skin and drawing a few drops of blood.
But Mo Chen was completely oblivious to the pain; he was only desperately trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
Since I was able to enter the dream smoothly, Adele must be here.
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, and re-examined the familiar church before him.
Subconsciously, Mo Chen knew that Adele must be somewhere in the church. He took a deep breath, stood up again, and focused his energy on finding Adele once more.
No longer shouting and pacing aimlessly, Mo Chen, like a keen cheetah, began a thorough search of the church.
He didn't miss a single inch of the floor, every single pillar, or even the shadow of every fold of the goddess's robe.
Mo Chen's intuition told him that Adele would never have disappeared without a reason.
This is a dream world under her control, and no external force can interfere, unless... she herself chooses to hide it.
After a thorough search, Mo Chen's gaze settled on the altar.
He stepped forward and gently stroked the exquisite reliefs engraved on the edge of the altar with his fingers.
Suddenly, Mo Chen's movements stopped. The spot he touched seemed to have a relief pattern that was out of place with the rest of the area.
It was an extremely fine seam, so fine that it would be impossible to detect without careful observation.
Mo Chen's heart skipped a beat. He held his breath and carefully probed the crack with his fingertips.
Grasp the edge, exert force and lift it up; the panel disguised as an embossed design falls off, revealing a metal lever hidden inside.
Without time to ponder why this thing was in the church, Mo Chen grabbed the lever and pulled it down forcefully.
The entire altar began to tremble violently, and a dull scraping sound came from the ground.
To Mo Chen's astonishment, a downward passage suddenly appeared beneath the goddess statue.