With the combined efforts of the more than three thousand Timewalkers controlled by the Parents' Association, the entire Central Royal City was instantly paralyzed!
Duke Storm used dark magic to deal with the Parents' Association back then, and now Qing Chen is using even more ruthless dark magic to conquer the Central Royal City.
Even though the Storm and King air fortresses were right above the city, their main guns had no idea where to fire.
Did they blow up the whole city with one shot?
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Meanwhile, the tide of cockroach swarms had already swept over the lower seven zones and begun to spread to the upper seven zones.
The slaves and free people of the Lower Seventh District discovered that the cockroaches did not attack them, but only the white people, and gradually their fear subsided.
Black Spider's intelligence network was activated, and they traveled among the slaves, proclaiming: "This is God's punishment of the white people. No more slavery! We want to be the masters of this country!"
The slaves rioted, following the swarms of cockroaches to the Upper Seventh District; the massive uprising was enough to plunge the entire city into chaos.
In the chaos, most of the nobles and royal family members were still in the city. Qingchen had instructed Xiaosan not to attack all the nobles, but only to destroy their vehicles. This way, the nobles could be kept in the city as hostages to prevent the Roosevelt royal family from actually flattening the entire city, and also to prevent the Fate Master from seeing everything from God's perspective in advance.
In just two hours, this once bustling central capital was no longer what it used to be; this is the terrifying aspect of demigod-level biological contamination.
When the rat infestation was first discovered in City 10, it was only in its early stages, giving parents time to prepare. Now, the cockroach swarms have been feeding on garbage and building up their strength in City 23 for a full month, and no city can stop them now.
The slaves of the Lower Seven Districts rushed toward the palace, and Qing Chen mingled in the crowd. In just a few days, he had become even thinner, as if he could be blown away by the wind.
Behind him followed Da Yu, and the demigod Chen Yu, who was once again controlled by the puppet.
Chen Yu was carrying a bamboo basket, inside which were four intact scrolls.
Back in the amusement park, Qing Chen collected all the fragments of Chen Yu's paintings, just to wait for Da Yu's shroud to restore them all.
Some fragments were damaged, but Qingchen still managed to restore four of them.
Da Yu watched Qing Chen walk towards the palace without the slightest fear.
Qingchen coughed as he walked, but his steps were firm.
At this moment, Qing Chen manipulated Chen Yu to smash the scroll, and two flying goddesses and two fire gods Zhu Rong appeared, but they did not immediately take action.
It wasn't until half an hour later that they took to the sky!
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The palace is under martial law.
Inside, fully armed genetically engineered warriors are carrying the golden coffin from underground to the surface.
Airships were waiting in the palace square, their engines already warmed up, ready to take off at any moment.
The Storm is just waiting for the golden coffin to arrive before it sets off for the Eastern Continent.
However, just as the transport corps appeared, two demigod-level flying goddesses descended from the sky. They flew into the palace and slaughtered their way in, turning the entire palace into a river of blood.
This demigod painting was no match for demigod knights, but against ordinary genetic warriors and superhumans, it was like a strategic weapon, utterly invincible.
Two statues of the fire god Zhurong flew into the sky and spewed down a mouthful of crimson flames, killing thousands of guards inside and outside the palace!
The arrival of four demigods was an invasion unlike anything the Roosevelt Kingdom had ever encountered before!
Everyone thought the Eastern Continent was on the verge of collapse, but only at this moment would the nobles of the Roosevelt Kingdom understand that the Eastern Continent was not without the power to fight back!
The four demigod paintings tore through the palace's tight defenses, and Qing Chen walked into a coffee shop three kilometers south of the palace.
The coffee shop was empty and everything was in disarray. Qingchen found a chair and sat down to rest for a while.
Da Yu sat beside him, his brows furrowed: "It's not normal that the imperial palace in the central capital is too easy to invade."
Qing Chen nodded: "Yes, that's right."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the electromagnetic cannon at the bottom of the Storm locked onto its target. With a roar, one of the electromagnetic cannons pierced through the fire god Zhu Rong above the palace and dissipated into a wisp of smoke.
Three more cannonballs tore the Flying Goddess and the God of Fire, Zhu Rong, to shreds.
The electromagnetic cannon of the air fortress travels at a speed of 16,600 meters per second, a speed that has surpassed the limits of all superhuman beings. Once it is aimed at, it will automatically fire, leaving no chance of survival.
However, Qing Chen in the coffee shop remained calm and unhurried. This attack was merely to trigger the Fate Master's God's-eye view.
Da Yu glanced at the time: "All done."
He unfolded the shroud, and the four paintings inside were restored once again. Qing Chen then manipulated Chen Yu to crush them.
When the demigod-level painter Chen obtained the shroud, the battle became completely unreasonable!
This time, Qing Chen did not let the Flying Goddess and the Fire God Zhu Rong charge directly into battle. Instead, he had Da Yu dress them in civilian clothes first.
The Flying Goddess wore a windbreaker over her clothes, while the God of Fire, Zhu Rong, wore a suit over his clothes, making them look like the Fire Cloud Evil God.
When they mingled into the crowd on foot again, no one noticed anything unusual about them for a while.
But then someone in the rioting slave crowd raised their arms and shouted: "Charge to the palace! The palace guards have been broken up! Let's plunder it!"
Slave riots are a tradition in the Western Continent, and the news that they can buy royal palace luxury goods for free immediately piqued their interest.
They escorted a group of white nobles to the palace gates, where the Flying Goddess and the Fire God Zhurong were the first to break through the gates and lead tens of thousands of slaves inside!
This time, the Flying Goddess and the Fire God Zhurong went straight to the transport ship, and the seven golden coffins were within reach!
The two statues of Zhurong spewed out a burst of fire, burning all seven golden coffins and the transport troops to ashes.
However, when the golden coffin was melted into liquid gold, Qing Chen frowned in the coffee shop.
There was nothing in the golden coffin!
This is a trap!
Chapter 971, A Preordained Fate
The cockroaches from the mistress's gang had been lurking in the underground palace all along, and he was quite certain that the seven golden coffins had never been opened.
Therefore, the seven old monsters were never in the golden coffin. The Fate Master had already moved them and set up this trap.
Qing Chen had delayed injecting the medicine in order to destroy the seven golden coffins, but now he discovered that it was just a trap.
The golden coffin is fake, the transfer is fake, only the trap is real.
Qingchen sat quietly in the coffee shop, listening intently. Then, he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from his neighborhood. Da Yu suddenly turned to look at him: "We're surrounded. Someone leaked our whereabouts. Is it Black Spider?"
“No,” Qing Chen shook his head: “The giant saw Black Spider’s mind. It wasn’t her, it was the Fate Master and some other abilities we don’t know about.”
Qing Chen had long ago discovered that the Fate Master's abilities were not limited to locking onto targets and sensing danger, but also included being able to actively see the future.
For example, when the old king saw that the Duke of Storms' father wanted to rape the giantess, there was no crisis in the matter, but King Roosevelt saw everything and made plans forty years in advance.
Therefore, the Fate Master had foreseen everything that would happen today, and knew that the other party intended to kill him.
This is the true perspective of God, and also the reason why the Fate Weaver's lifespan is no more than sixty.
The world is fair.
Da Yu asked, "Why is the Fate Master targeting you like this?"
Qing Chen smiled weakly, "Maybe they're seeing who will ultimately end them. Sit in the café a little longer, I'll lure them away before you leave. The aerial fortress overhead must be targeting the area. This battle is beyond your reach, go back."
Da Yu stammered, "You..."
At that moment, tens of thousands of garrison soldiers appeared near the coffee shop; they had been hiding in nearby buildings beforehand.
But then they saw eight judges in eight directions around them, each holding the same copper rivets and black hammers.
Someone on the communication channel said, "Let's begin."
In an instant, the eight adjudicators simultaneously hammered the copper rivets in their hands into the ground, and fine cracks appeared on the ground, instantly spreading throughout an area of ten kilometers.
However, fine black lines appeared on the faces of the eight judges, each of them looking as if they were enduring immense pain.
These fine cracks meander towards the center from eight directions, eventually forming a huge spider web.
Qing Chen stood in the coffee shop looking at the cracks outside the door: "The third most forbidden item in the Western Continent, the Spider Web Cage... They've prepared very well."
Da Yu asked in confusion, "What's it for?"
“To trap me and prevent me from leaving using the Key Gate,” Qing Chen laughed, “I suspect that sixty-four years ago, the Roosevelt royal family suddenly demanded that the four dukes pay tribute with a forbidden item every year, just for today.”
Within a ten-kilometer radius, garrison soldiers were rapidly searching every building, looking for Qing Chen's figure.
Tens of thousands of people gathered in this block, densely packed in a terrifyingly large crowd. All the soldiers wore exoskeletons with purely mechanical transmission structures, and their armored arms were also equipped with grenade launchers.
Qingchen opened the wooden door of the coffee shop, and Dayu said, "There are countless people outside. Even if you have become a demigod, it is impossible to kill so many people. Besides, there is an aerial fortress above us. Why don't we wait a little longer? There are still 42 minutes left before we can summon a new demigod painting. We can then use the painting to clear a path and fight our way out."
“42 minutes is too late,” Qingchen laughed.
"Your body can no longer withstand high-intensity combat!" Da Yu roared.
Qing Chen: "Not necessarily."
With that, he took a step forward.
The moment that step was taken, alarms sounded on the Storm Sky Fortress, and commands were quickly and automatically issued by the system!
Tens of thousands of garrison soldiers immediately turned around, and the main firepower electromagnetic cannon of the air fortress also moved its track to aim at him.
Qing Chen looked up at the sky. The King had already left at some point, and at the bottom of the Storm, a terrifying 72-gun main firepower cannon was rapidly aiming at him.
Nearby, hundreds of soldiers charged toward him.
Time seemed to stand still.
Da Yu watched as Qing Chen walked right into the enemy's sight, showing no fear even after realizing it was a trap set by the Fate Master.
Flames erupted at the bottom of the aerial fortress as the electromagnetic cannon fired!
But the moment it fired, Qingchen was nowhere to be seen outside the coffee shop!
But then a dazzling white light stretched for hundreds of meters down the street, as if it were stretching all the way to the ends of the earth!
A moment later, flames suddenly burst from the bodies of the garrison soldiers connected by this beam of light, and enormous electrical charges erupted from their bodies.
Qing Chen stopped and looked back at the firelight behind him. The soldiers didn't even have a chance to scream before their vocal cords, lungs, hearts, and brains were killed by the intense electric charge and high temperature.
The pale-faced boy stood on the long street, calmly watching as if no one else was around.