Apocalypse

Rhode had no qualms about using a Curio that required close-range, prolonged 'aiming' to take effect, no matter how terrifying its effects might be.

But Sulu clearly felt differently.

It seems that... with the arrival of the Dawn of Gods, the Spirit Tide are constantly reviving, and the Church's strength is becoming increasingly unfathomable.

"If a diocesan Archbishop can use such Curio, what about the Church headquarters? What about the Federation?"

He was quite moved.

Even though the Federation only has three hundred years of history, its accumulated strength is considerable.

It may not be as powerful as the Old Continent, but it's enough to suppress the nascent superhumans on the New Continent.

"The Church's power is indeed unfathomable, and so is the Federation's... The 'saints' who founded the Federation may all be asleep somewhere, waiting to be revived... and the items they left behind may have already been used by the Federation."

Rhode's expression turned serious. "I once heard my teacher mention that the Federation possesses a highly dangerous, unknown-level Curio with extremely powerful divination abilities, but each use comes at a very high cost... Otherwise, the Ancient Serpent Society and the Black Death Society would have no place to exist..."

Although the Ancient Serpent Society and the Black Death Society are currently facing extremely severe wanted notices, it has not yet escalated to the point where they are willing to pay any price.

Even if they orchestrated the attack on Nia City and even assaulted Green Tree Castle!

"Looking at it this way... the cost of using that item is truly terrifying, comparable to the losses suffered in Nia City before?"

Sulu's heart tightened, then relaxed.

I probably don't have that kind of determination to pay any price.

"Our destination this time is Harris City!" Rhode said. "I've received word that there's a large-scale mystical exchange there; it should have what you're looking for."

"A large-scale esoteric exchange meeting..."

Sulu's expression was somewhat amused. "It's hard to imagine that the local Church and the Bureau 11 would agree..."

"The situation varies across the Federation ..." Rhode replied meaningfully.

Sulu immediately thought of the massive black market in Charles City and the Shadow Council in Rory City, where the Doug Will family secretly controlled everything!

When the White Eagle Federation was first established, it adopted Federation, consisting of various city-states, autonomous regions, and colonies. This resulted in a lack of complete uniformity in customs and even laws across different regions.

The consequence of this is that the systems differ from state to state, which may make it difficult for outsiders to adapt.

"Moreover... even the Bureau 11 can't stop... the Dawn of Gods, the rise of the Tide of Transcendence... this is the future trend of this world... if one is intelligent, one should guide, divert, and utilize its power, rather than blindly blocking it."

Rhode added.

"That's true!"

Sulu's eyes filled with anticipation.

According to Rhode, this exchange event is very wide-ranging, attracting the attention of superhumans from most of the Federation, and there should be quite a few good things to be found!

at the same time.

The Federation, an underground base.

Stephen Wellesley, the current director of the Bureau 11, emerged from a steam-powered elevator after passing through layers of identity verification and heavily guarded checkpoints.

This is the lowest level of the base, and even some of the members living above might not know that there is such a level!

"Welcome, Director!"

An elderly man in a white lab coat, with a full head of silver hair and an air of Scholar refinement, was already waiting at the entrance.

Behind him were two meticulous Bureau 11 agents.

"Dr. Turing... With Federation Class X authorization, I am ordered to deploy X-13!"

Stephen handed a power of attorney to the old man.

"I understand... but I just hope you really understand its side effects..."

Dr. Turing scratched his messy hair, glanced casually at the numerous prestigious signatures, seals, and sealing wax on the authorization letter, and finally sighed helplessly, "Come with me."

He led the way, entering a tunnel constructed of steel. "X... represents an unknown level. Curio of this level are very dangerous, extremely dangerous. For example, number 13— 'Apocalypse' —possesses powerful precognitive and divination abilities, but each activation brings terrible disaster, potentially affecting the entire Federation..."

Looking at Stephen's unwavering, resolute face, Dr. Turing continued with a sigh, "Number 13 can be contacted directly. As long as you don't ask questions, there's no danger whatsoever... But be careful, your questions cannot directly involve beings of too high a rank, such as gods or Demon, nor can you ask for answers to paradoxes, as this will bring even more terrible consequences... In fact, I believe that the diviners employed by the Federation are already sufficient to solve some problems."

"If they could handle it, I wouldn't be here," Stephen said seriously. "The Federation's top astrologer, Mrs. Amyline Crawford, has confirmed that she cannot divine the whereabouts of ' Blasphemous Priest ' Moran, ' Phantom Demon ' Hexus, and others... The same goes for the headquarters of the Black Death Society and the Ancient Serpent Society... Furthermore, there are some wanted criminals in the Federation, such as ' The Black Knight '! She suspects that he possesses items that interfere with divination."

"' The Black Knight '?" Turing slowed his pace. This seemed to be just a minor figure, not worth paying such a price for.

"He's no simple man. Not only did he commit a horrific tragedy at the Demon Ancient Mansion, but he's also connected to the Dream of the Ancient God incident... This is the only thing Emilyn divined."

Stephen said slowly.

The destruction of a city like this is even more insane than the attack by the Ancient Serpent Society!

"All right..."

Dr. Turing reluctantly passed the verification and opened several security doors.

Before Stephen lay a small, enclosed room. The walls were metallic, reflecting his image without any gaps or windows, except for the door they had passed through.

In the center of the room was a metal desk with an ancient book with a pale yellow cover on it.

"This is X-13, the Apocalypse! The book is merely one of its chosen forms of expression; we don't know its true core..."

Dr. Turing sighed and stepped aside.

Stephen took a deep breath and stepped forward with a solemn expression.

Rustle!

As if sensing his arrival, the book turned its pages automatically, revealing blank parchment.

"The first question..."

Stephen opened the authorization document in his hand and asked clearly, "The location of the former Bright Archbishop, the ' Blasphemous Priest,' Moran Gubler!"

As soon as he finished speaking, words appeared on the pages of the Book of Apocalypse.

It was silver Ancient Hebraic, appearing slowly, stroke by stroke, but with unwavering determination.

A dozen seconds later, an address appeared— 'Harris City '!!