104: Your divine kingdom? A pile of garbage.

The entire banquet hall was deathly silent.

Only the fat man wearing the golden mask remained, letting out desperate, beast-like whimpers amidst the phone's dial tone.

The Mafia Godfather ground his teeth, consumed by extreme rage and betrayal.

The remaining four “gods” didn't move.

They just sat there quietly, wearing their respective masks, like four silent statues from hell.

But Chen Mo’s Eye of Judgment saw it.

He saw the calm, abyssal aura around them boiling madly.

That wasn’t fear.

It was… murderous intent.

Pure, cold murderous intent, enough to freeze this entire fortress into dust.

“An interesting… trick.”

A cold voice, like metal grating, broke the deathly silence.

The speaker was a man wearing a silver mask with an eagle design.

He wore a crisp military uniform, and on his shoulder, there was a pure black general's star that didn't exist in any country.

He slowly stood up from his chair.

With every movement, the air in the banquet hall seemed to grow heavier.

“Destroying a person’s will with words.”

“A very clever psychological tactic.”

As he spoke, he unhurriedly unbuttoned the top disciplinary button of his military uniform.

“What a pity.”

He shook his head.

His eyes behind the silver mask were filled with disdainful mockery for Chen Mo.

“True power is never spoken with words.”

“It’s with… this.”

He sharply snapped his fingers.

Snap.

Clear and pleasant.

The next second!

Boom—!!!

The entire banquet hall came alive in an instant!

The chandelier above, composed of tens of thousands of Swarovski crystals, instantly transformed into a death-dealing beehive made of countless laser emitters!

On the walls.

Those priceless classical oil paintings silently slid open to the sides!

Revealing dark, gaping holes behind them, flashing with cold red light… automatic machine gun turrets!

Even the smooth, mirror-like marble floor beneath their feet cracked open with fissures!

Countless snake-like mechanical arms, crafted from alloy.

Emerged from the ground, surrounding them completely!

“Mr. Chen.”

General Eagle’s voice was like a judgment from hell.

“Can your intelligence tell you the taste of a depleted uranium armor-piercing round?”

As soon as he finished speaking!

Da da da da da da!

Tongues of fire erupted!

A metal storm composed of death.

Instantly engulfed Chen Mo, Su Qingxue, and Nightingale behind him!

“No—!”

Zhao Dahai let out a terrified roar!

However.

Chen Mo didn’t move.

He didn’t even look at the deadly gunfire capable of tearing a warship to shreds.

He just looked at General Eagle, standing there like a judge.

Slowly raised his hand.

Then, softly spoke a single word.

“Rust.”

The whistling, spinning, burning bullets abruptly paused just one meter from Chen Mo!

Then, under everyone’s horrified gaze.

They began to corrode from within, at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A layer of reddish-brown rust, carrying the aura of death, spread like a virus!

One second.

It only took one second.

The metal storm, capable of destroying everything, turned into a harmless reddish-brown… dust.

Drifting down.

And the death cage, composed of lasers and turrets, also collapsed and disintegrated silently, like a sand sculpture thrown into the river of time.

Rapidly, silently collapsing and disintegrating.

Turning into piles of useless scrap metal, emitting a decaying odor.

“...”

General Eagle’s upright body suddenly stiffened.

In his eyes behind the silver mask, an emotion called “horror” appeared for the first time.

“This… what kind of power is this?”

And at this moment!

“A nice appetizer.”

A voice, as if from the Nine Nether Hells, sounded beside him.

The man wearing a green mask with a biochemical virus pattern slowly took off his gloves.

What was revealed was a withered, skeletal ghost hand covered in purple veins.

“General, your toys are too noisy.”

“True art is silent.”

He gently blew a breath in Chen Mo’s direction.

No wind.

Nothing.

Su Qingxue’s face, however, suddenly changed!

She felt her lungs being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand!

An indescribable suffocating sensation, with a sweet almond scent, instantly engulfed her!

“Nerve… gas…”

Her body softly collapsed.

Nightingale also groaned and knelt on one knee.

Her usually pale face turned blue and purple in an instant!

“Do you see, Mr. Chen?”

Doctor Plague’s voice was filled with morbid pleasure.

“This is called… judgment.”

And as he spoke!

A woman in a Gothic long dress, wearing a white mask with a weeping angel design, also moved!

She had no physical attack.

She just looked up, and in her eyes behind the white mask.

Two points of crimson light, like ghost fire, lit up!

Buzz—!

An invisible psychic shock, powerful enough to crush a person’s soul into powder, erupted!

However.

Chen Mo still didn’t move.

He just looked at the colorless, odorless poison gas, and at the storm capable of tearing souls apart.

Slowly, he raised his hand.

“Still.”

Time stopped again.

The nerve gas that was furiously corroding Su Qingxue and Nightingale’s lungs solidified in an instant.

They became beautiful crystals, shimmering with iridescent light, like dust appearing out of thin air.

Then, they drifted down powerlessly.

And the psychic storm, powerful enough to tear souls apart, also shattered piece by piece, as if it had hit an invisible wall made of absolute order.

In an instant, it shattered into pieces!

Emitting a shrill wail, unlike any human sound!

“Pfft—!”

The woman wearing the weeping angel mask suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood!

Her crimson eyes instantly dimmed!

“My… ‘Sorrow’…”

Her voice was filled with unconcealed fear!

“Has… backfired…”

And at this very moment!

A black, ghost-like shadow silently appeared behind Chen Mo!

It was the man wearing a pure white mask with no facial features!

He was like a phantom that didn’t exist in this world, bypassing everyone and all attacks!

In his hand, a dagger made of pure obsidian, reflecting no light at all.

Like a viper’s fangs, it silently stabbed towards Chen Mo’s back!

Fast!

So fast that even time couldn’t react!

However.

Chen Mo didn’t turn around.

He didn’t even blink.

He just looked at the four “gods” in front of him, who had completely fallen into madness and fear.

“Void.”

No sound.

No explosion.

Not even any energy fluctuations.

The “Ghost” who had stabbed behind him.

The obsidian dagger, capable of killing gods.

Stopped zero point zero one millimeters from Chen Mo’s back.

Then, starting from his fingertips.

Silently disintegrated.

Like a sketch being roughly erased from this world, bit by bit, by an eraser.

His body, his mask, his eyes filled with horror… all turned into the purest, nothingness, under that single word “Void.”

And the three “gods” standing at the dining table met the same fate.

The General’s body, along with his crisp military uniform, peeled away piece by piece like weathered rock.

The Doctor’s body vanished, emitting green smoke, like sewage evaporated by sunlight.

The Weeping Angel, on the other hand, melted silently into a puddle of pure white viscous liquid, like a wax figure thrown into a furnace.

Silently, melted into a puddle of pure white viscous liquid.

Four arrogant “gods.”

Under a single word.

Reduced to ashes.

The entire banquet hall fell silent once more.

Only the three soulless, zombie-like husks remained.

Still slumped in their chairs, trembling.

Chen Mo turned around.

He looked at the four cold masks that had fallen to the ground.

Slowly, he shook his head.

“I told you.”

“It’s the last meal.”

He walked to the long dining table and glanced at the three “corpses” still clinging to life.

He reached out and picked up the bottle of 1982 Romanée-Conti, worth a million.

With a “pop,” he opened it.

He didn’t pour it into a wine glass.

Instead, he slowly poured the crimson, blood-like wine over the heads of the three people.

“Dust to dust.”

“Ashes to ashes.”

“Trash… belongs in the trash can.”

And at this moment!

In the deepest part of the banquet hall, the wall made of a single piece of obsidian suddenly flickered.

It lit up.

Arthur’s handsome and elegant face appeared on the wall.

His face no longer held its previous fanaticism.

He just quietly watched all of this, looking at the seven “corpses,” some dissipated, some collapsed.

In his blue eyes, which always held a gentle smile, a hint of… satisfaction emerged.

The heartfelt satisfaction of a chess player who has cleared all obstructive pieces from the board.

“Thank you, Chen.”

He raised his wine glass to Chen Mo.

“Thank you for helping me… clean house.”

He took a small sip of wine, a joyful smile on his face.

“Now.”

“This troublesome ‘Council’ finally no longer exists.”

“And I can finally invite you to a… true game, just for the two of us.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

The background behind him, the snow-covered castle, instantly exploded!

The soaring flames illuminated his handsome face like a demon god!

“Come, Chen.”

“Come find me.”

“The end of the game is at the… end of the world.”

After speaking.

The screen went dark.

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