The target's actions were definitely not out of mercy. No one is pure-hearted, kind, or averse to killing; no super-powerful individual can remain untainted by bloodshed. Clearly, the target simply didn't want to offend the Superpower Bureau and create a deep-seated hatred. Perhaps they were merely trying to uncover the secrets of the Bureau's cloned superpowered individuals, but were inadvertently discovered.
Loki pondered, wondering which organization this incredibly powerful individual belonged to. He only knew a handful of powerful organizations that were both allies and enemies, while other lone, powerful individuals were extremely rare. Perhaps the person in question was keeping their appearance hidden to avoid revealing their strength and giving away a weakness…
Loki was deep in thought when suddenly something was wrong! His eyes widened, and he stared in disbelief at everything before him.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light burst forth from the pitch-black night sky. It was the virtual passage where the target was located. Just a moment ago, for some unknown reason, the target's virtual passage suddenly stopped all counterattacks and was immediately surrounded by the overwhelming attack from the Superpower Bureau. The enormous attack force directly formed a fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters, which appeared particularly dazzling in the dark space.
Good heavens! Loki was stunned. Could it be that the target had chosen suicide because he couldn't escape? No, that's impossible. The meticulous deputy director immediately rejected his bizarre idea. Up until now, the target had the upper hand. How could he choose suicide?
The superhumans exchanged bewildered glances, surprised that such a formidable opponent had been defeated with just this one coordinated attack. But they were immediately stunned. After the fireball disappeared, not only did the target vanish, but the virtual passage where the target was located also disappeared.
The virtual passage is not a physical entity. Although it can bring superhumans into the passage and allow them to pass through objects of the five elements, in essence, the virtual passage is just a pillar of light with the characteristics of the five elements that carries the superhuman's mental field through. Without the mental field, the virtual passage cannot function at all. Therefore, ordinary people cannot enter the virtual passage, and the virtual passage is not subject to any physical or mental attacks.
Silence, a deathly silence. A frozen scene appeared in the black illusion space, the numerous chaotic virtual passages seemingly frozen in shock, as were the expressions of the elite superhumans from the Bureau of Superpowers. What had happened was too unbelievable, to the point that even the elites, including Lord Loki, had lost the ability to think. Despite their vast experience and their status as the world's most powerful superhuman organization, the complexity of this world's changes still exceeded their imagination.
A superhuman at the bottom of the illusionary space slowly shook his head, seemingly unable to believe what was happening before his eyes or perhaps reflecting on something. However, he was the first among the group to come to his senses. He glanced down at himself and was immediately startled, nearly jumping out of the virtual tunnel. Fortunately, his speed, honed through intensive training, was impressive. He immediately shouted into the miniature communicator on his shoulder, "Target below! Target below!"
All eyes were instantly focused on the virtual passage of the person who called for help. Following the direction he pointed, they finally discovered the blue virtual passage that was silently lurking at the bottom of the illusion space. The pulsating mental energy field on its surface indicated that it did not belong to any superhuman under the organization of the Superhuman Bureau.
There's no need to figure out how the target did it. Strange things happen every day, but today there seem to be more than usual. Loki feels numb to it all. This opponent, who appeared out of nowhere, has given him so many surprises that when he saw the opponent's virtual portal teleport to the bottom of the pursuing group again, he wasn't particularly surprised. Instead, he decisively issued the attack order.
But before he could issue the order, another superhuman's surprised cry rang out in the intercom channel, "God, the target, the target is on my left..."
Loki was shocked. What was going on? Could the other party really teleport? Even if a superhuman teleported, they couldn't possibly teleport with a virtual portal! He adjusted the angle of the virtual portal and looked in the direction of the shouting superhuman. He was immediately dumbfounded. To the left of the shouting superhuman, he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar mental energy field vibration again.
He couldn't help but look down at the person with the superpowers who had initially notified him of the target's appearance. No matter what, Loki couldn't believe that the other party could teleport. That was a supernatural ability that only the strongest could barely use, let alone teleporting along with a virtual portal. That violated the most basic laws of physics...
Despite his disbelief, Loki witnessed the scene he least wanted to see: two identical virtual portals existing in two different locations. Loki preferred to believe that the target had used teleportation. Otherwise, the situation had far exceeded his comprehension. Although the possibility of illusion flashed through his mind for a moment, his senses told him that the two identical virtual portals were real, like two bacteria that had suddenly split apart.
"Damn it, he's to my upper right, sir, what should we do? Attack immediately?" A furious voice rang out; it was Chamberlain. All eyes were once again drawn to the third target, the virtual portal that had appeared in an instant.
“I found it too, right next to me…” a terrified voice said.
"Up there..."
"Beside me..."
More voices erupted in the group communicator. The virtual portal where the target was located expanded like a bubble, rapidly filling the space around them and instantly transforming into a formidable, massive force that then surrounded the dozens of superhumans. As if to test the limits of everyone's mental fortitude, the virtual portal continued to split, its purpose unclear, but it was undeniably splitting.
In a short while, the target virtual channel gave rise to a huge network of channels in the boundless illusionary world, resembling Halley's Comet. The deep blue light, like stars in the sky, illuminated tens of thousands of cubic meters of space in an instant.
Facing the numerous virtual target channels that appeared like ghosts before them, every ability user felt an immense chill. This bizarre change had far exceeded their psychological limits. It wasn't that no one had considered illusions, but the sensations transmitted back to each ability user told them that the resulting virtual target channels were real and not illusions that could be easily broken by a mental force field.
Although the target virtual channels did not attack, but simply existed silently, unfathomable and without any action, the sheer number of them had a tremendous psychological impact. Anything that exists in sufficient numbers will cause a qualitative change. Upon seeing the ocean-like virtual channels, even the well-trained elites of the Special Abilities Bureau had their hands trembling uncontrollably. Superpowered individuals do not believe in ghosts or gods, but they still possess the most basic human instinct: fear, and the greatest fear comes from the unknown.
No one could explain or explain this situation. Everyone could only watch silently as the massive force fought against them in a numb and fearful manner, watching as the enemy spawned even larger forces that kept pushing them closer to their limits. The number of virtual channels that had been created was already astronomical, and this number was still doubling. If even the weakest telekinetic attack was launched from any single target, the combined effect would be enough to leave no trace of any of the ability users.
Seeing that the few isolated superhumans had suddenly become an overwhelming force, the members of the Superhuman Abilities Bureau felt an utterly absurd feeling rising within them. It was as if they were no longer on their own territory, nor under Lord Loki's command, but rather a group of pitiful people in a helpless and isolated space, facing a bizarre and terrifying unknown danger...
Loki suppressed his slightly trembling hands. He was an extremely powerful being and did not believe what he was seeing, not even a little bit. No supernatural power or natural phenomenon could create such an incredible appearance. If it could, it must be in a nightmare. This must be the work of the other party, Loki was certain of it.
However, the problem was that Loki had no idea how the other party had done this trick or how to break this seemingly realistic illusion. He was not good at illusion magic, so he did not expect that the other party was not only incredibly strong but also had such a high level of skill in illusion magic. He couldn't help but feel anxious and angry.
"Attack!" The deputy director's calm voice concealed a turbulent undercurrent, which all his subordinates recognized, but none of them said anything. Thus, an overwhelming attack was launched once again, the dazzling silver light temporarily obscuring everything. All the target virtual channels were as if dead, simply floating silently, neither dodging nor retaliating, allowing themselves to be engulfed by the silver light of the attack. Since the target virtual channels had already occupied half of the illusionary space, the elites of the Special Abilities Bureau could only actually attack a small part of the area. The vast majority of the target virtual channels remained floating silently, as if countless eyes were quietly watching everything.
The light from the attack slowly faded, and everyone watched the outcome with bated breath.
There was no result. All the target virtual channels remained quietly floating in their original places, as if all the attacks were just shadows that passed through the illusion, leaving only nothingness and the target virtual channels that continued to split and grow.
Silence fell over the intercom, broken only by the deputy director's clenched teeth on the group channel: "Continue the attack." Loki's cold, ruthless voice rang out again.
But this time, instead of a uniform "yes" response, there was a hissing sound from the intercom, as if some unfamiliar radio waves were affecting the intercom.
All the superhumans frowned.
A moment later, a cold, unfamiliar male voice suddenly came through the communicator. He said in English, enunciating each word clearly: "I'm going to kill you all!"
Chapter 377 The Legendary Blood Sacrifice Technique
Silence returned to the communicator. The group's nerves were numb. If the countless virtual channels leading to them had already placed a heavy psychological burden on them, then the unfamiliar man's voice coming through the communicator was undoubtedly the final straw. Superhumans are still human, only more powerful than ordinary people. When the bizarre nature of events exceeds their comprehension and no reasonable explanation can be found, their psychological defenses quickly become fragile and collapse.
The miniature communicator is the latest electronic product used internally by the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities. It's a high-tech accessory with powerful functions and dedicated channel power, and it never loses power. It can simultaneously use both group and individual channels within a range of hundreds of kilometers. For Americans, who are heavily reliant on high technology, this thing couldn't be more convenient. Of course, the communicator is only for internal system use, like an internal telephone line; outside calls are impossible. But the sudden, inexplicable appearance of a strange voice on the internal line is bound to shock everyone.
"I'm going to kill you all..." The stranger's voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion. His voice was magnetic, indistinguishable from a television announcer's, but utterly devoid of any feeling. It sent chills down the spine, as if it weren't a human voice, but rather a synthesized male voice. Although devoid of emotion, the man's voice possessed a seductive, negative power, instilling fear, panic, and dread in those who spoke, a feeling that intensified and threatened to shatter them into a dark force.
"Disable the communicator." Loki calmly gave the order. Although he also didn't know how the voice appeared in the internally centralized communicator, the deputy director had recovered from his surprise and made an accurate judgment. Since the target had not launched a counterattack, the virtual channel and the strange man's voice were just illusions, albeit higher-level ones, which could not be cracked for the time being.
There are no things or phenomena in the world without reason. Loki firmly believed this, but he still felt a great unease. This unease didn't stem from the special methods used by his target, but from his own subordinates. Even he, a super-strong individual, was almost mentally shaken by these illusions, so one could only imagine the state of his subordinates, whose strength was far inferior to his mid-level or early-level abilities. Although he wasn't skilled in illusion magic, Loki was well aware of its true power. He deeply abhorred these supernatural arts that only attacked on a mental level, yet he was powerless against them.
The only thing to do now is to stabilize the situation and wait for Hans to arrive. Hans not only controls the barrier but also has a certain level of expertise in illusion magic. He should be able to break this strange illusion. In fact, even a mental field can forcibly break an illusion. True power surpasses everything, and the barrier itself also has the function of suppressing illusions.
However, Loki was still helpless, which indicated that the opponent's methods were too sophisticated, or perhaps it was a kind of illusion he had never seen before. Super-powerful individuals possessing such extraordinary abilities could be counted on one hand.
Thinking of this, Hans's heart tightened again. He quickly ran through his mind of all the powerful figures he knew and didn't know, but he was still clueless. It seemed like everyone was a suspect, yet everyone was also unrelated. Even those who were suspects couldn't be confirmed. Who knew what trump cards each person possessed? Even Hans probably didn't know what his true life-saving technique was. Let alone others. Loki couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration.
As the deputy director of the Superpowers Bureau, Loki was humiliated by a mysterious intruder on his own turf. If word got out, Loki would lose face. But so far, Loki is still helpless.
The voice from the communicator was blocked, with only occasional hissing sounds from the radio waves passing through. It wasn't just the stranger's voice that was blocked; everyone's communication was also disabled, leaving them dumbfounded as they watched the other party's virtual channel flash with meaningless beams of vibration.
"I will kill you all!" The emotionless male voice suddenly rang out again, but this time, it didn't ring through the communicator, but directly into everyone's consciousness.
"I will kill you all, kill you all, kill you all..." The stranger suddenly stopped repeating the phrase monotonously and began to mechanically repeat it endlessly, like a demonic melody from heaven, each heavy blow striking the hearts of everyone present. His voice suddenly became expansive, as if echoing countless times, or as if countless people were shouting together, exceptionally vast yet eroding the mind.
All the motionless target virtual channels suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a prelude to a full-scale attack. The bright light even illuminated the dark space.
"Not good!" Loki exclaimed inwardly, ignoring the man's voice echoing through the communicator again, and immediately canceled the jamming. He shouted into the public channel: "Everyone tighten your mental field, keep your minds clear, the enemy is launching an illusion attack."
His reaction was undeniably timely, but it was still a step too late. Faced with bizarre illusions and the constant barrage of voices attacking his mind, even a mid-level expert from the Special Abilities Bureau gradually succumbed to the erosion of his spirit, let alone those low-level ability users, who made up the majority of all ability users.