Underground Shelter.
Reception room.
More than a dozen Response Bureau members had William completely surrounded, but none of them felt the excitement of finally capturing the enemy leader. All they felt was tension, and a faint thread of fear.
God!
Whether it was the "mental attack" flashing nonstop in the system prompts, the dazzling deep purple in the magic detection results, or the halo behind the other party's head, every single thing pointed to that fact.
And among all the magical disaster incidents the Response Bureau had encountered, the mortality rate of every divine incident had almost reached over 95%. Judging by the other party's appearance, as well as the cultural environment he came from, this one might very well be that most terrifying, most powerful god.
William was perfectly composed. Suddenly, he raised his head. "Since you're here, why not show yourself?"
As his words fell, space seemed to swell. The distance between everything was instantly stretched a hundredfold. The encirclement the Response Bureau members had originally formed, so tight that not even water could get through, suddenly became sparse enough for dozens of trains to run side by side.
At the same time, a force split the soldiers into two groups and moved them away to either side. The floor seemed to expand endlessly. An incomparably broad road pushed the tables, chairs, and benches to both sides, extending all the way to the door opposite.
The door suddenly opened.
But before whatever was behind the door could reveal itself, a cold snort abruptly came from the other side.
Immediately afterward, the swollen space contracted in an instant. In the blink of an eye, everything returned to where it had been, as if nothing had happened at all.
"You all go back first." Suddenly, from behind the door, came