The streets around the Funeral Association had been reduced to rubble.
The commotion was so great that everyone in Giantwood City had heard it.
The authorities said a gas leak had caused an explosion and that they were handling it.
But that explanation could not fool the people living nearby. They watched military vehicles pass beneath their windows, one after another, heading for the Quarantine Zone, where gunshots rang out in rapid succession.
Was that what a gas explosion sounded like?
Rumors were now spreading throughout the city. Some speculated that remnants of the Redemption Army who had infiltrated the Northern Region were causing trouble!
The moment the rumor spread, the atmosphere grew tense.
The roads out of the city were already gridlocked, and many people were trying every possible way to escape.
The authorities did not stop them from leaving. Perhaps they, too, had no confidence in their ability to handle the situation.
Would this world have a tomorrow?
By then, Number One, the leader of the Alliance, had arrived at the Quarantine Zone.
Her expression was icy.
These undying monsters were her father's handiwork!
He was trying to reset this world!
He intended to kill the vast majority of its living creatures and offer that bloody sacrifice to please the Mother Tree.
Number One could imagine what would happen if the Giantwood Alliance lost its war against the Redemption Army and her father then unleashed monsters like these. No one would be able to resist.
Fortunately, the Giantwood Alliance was still standing and could suppress these monsters.
Now that the monsters had been blasted to pieces, her father's last desperate gamble had failed.
But Number One knew her father was not dead. He had to still be here.
Perhaps beneath some rubble, or in some corner.
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