"Ships Two and Four have abandoned their attack on us. They've suddenly begun descending!"
The tactical analyst reported loudly.
"What's going on?" the captain asked with a frown. "Did something happen with Unit Three and Unit Eight, forcing them to fall back?"
"The L-field concentration is dispersing. Ground Zero—the Gates of Hell at Mount Calvary—has been exposed!" Ritsuko Akagi said. "That is a permanent passage to the negative..."
"If one day he could become the Hall Master and complete the temple's mission, it would be a blessing. The temple's true mission is quite heaven-defying and concerns a shocking mystery. When the time comes, it will stir some beings of an unimaginable level. The day the mystery is solved will be the day our temple disappears," Elder Qingyun said dejectedly.
This competition had been arranged single-handedly by Guo Linxin. What had happened in the middle of it was probably known only to him.
"Jonathan, are you sure you sent all the fragments of the golden mask to the Cairo Museum? And that you sent them over a month ago?" O'Connell practically gritted his teeth as he asked. Jonathan's nature was exactly why he was acting this way—when that man saw gold, he would not care even if it cost him his life.
"I was just rubbing it in for the singles." Murong Chen shrugged. Mila adjusted her sitting position slightly, leaning more comfortably against Murong Chen, then held the ice cream to his lips. Murong Chen casually took a bite.
The more I thought about it, the more certain I became that this was what had happened. I couldn't take it anymore and looked at Liu Ling in grievance.
Before long, she came back with her bag, and Lin Jingbian was nowhere to be seen. "Let's go," she said. At first,