466: Chapter 466 If you press the missile button, I won't kill you!

Olof slumped on the high platform, scared half to death.

How could he have imagined...

That his three invincible reinforcements were actually! Actually! Actually! Chopped down like vegetables!

The disparity was despairing...

Ignoring the entire audience, Ye Chen slowly walked up to the high platform.

Then.

He stopped in front of Olof, looking down at the gray-haired old man from above.

"Grand Speaker, right?"

Olof trembled all over and subconsciously shrank back. "You... you..."

Ye Chen squatted down and looked him in the eye.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you one thing."

"Didn't you say just now that you wanted to perish together? Weren't there twelve missiles locked onto these coordinates?"

"Where are the missiles? I'm still waiting!"

Olof's face turned completely green.

The missiles were real.

But if they really bombarded this place...

They would all die!

Ye Chen looked at him and waited patiently for a full ten seconds before speaking again.

"Why have you stopped talking?"

"Where are the missiles? Where is the launch button?"

He reached out and beckoned to Olof with his finger.

"Come, point it out to me. I can press it myself."

Olof shuddered and asked in fear, "Are... are you serious?"

Ye Chen nodded with a serious expression.

"Of course I'm serious."

"Weren't you acting pretty tough just now? Now that I'm granting your wish, why are you acting like a coward?"

Hearing this, cold sweat poured down Olof's forehead.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Chen frowned impatiently. "Are you going to press it or not? If you don't press it, you're a coward."

Olof was starting to break down. "I..."

"If you press it, I won't kill you," Ye Chen added.

Olof's whole body jolted, and a flash of struggle appeared in his eyes.

He had lived for most of his life and never thought that one day he would be forced by someone to press the mutually-assured destruction button he had prepared.

However...

As long as Ye Chen didn't kill him, he could escape from here!

In that case, if it detonated, then let it detonate!

Once he got out alive, he would push all the blame onto Ye Chen and have him wanted by five countries!

Olof gritted his teeth and pulled a satellite phone from his robe.

His hands were shaking, and he mispressed the numbers several times.

It wasn't until the third try that he finally connected to the number.

The phone rang twice, and a low voice came from the other end. "Grand Speaker?"

"Launch."

Olof closed his eyes. "According to the original plan, target coordinates remain unchanged."

There was a second of silence on the other end, then the reply came: "Received. Missiles estimated to hit in sixty seconds."

Olof hung up, opened his eyes, and looked at Ye Chen, just about to speak...

But Ye Chen stood up and nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, then I wish you all good luck."

The entire audience: "???"

Huh?

Did they hear that right?

Wish them good luck?

What did that mean?

Wasn't he at these coordinates too?

The missiles were going to land in sixty seconds...

Olof's head buzzed as he suddenly realized. "You... what do you mean?!"

Ye Chen pulled up Yan Qingwu, who was still in a daze, and grinned at Olof.

"It means you stay here, and I'm leaving first, of course."

As soon as he finished speaking.

His body moved, arm around Yan Qingwu's waist, and he shot toward the entrance like an afterimage!

Fast!

So fast that no one could react!

In the blink of an eye, that figure had already rushed out of the entrance and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The entire audience: "???"

Everyone stared blankly at the empty entrance, their minds filled with question marks.

Wait!

So, the reason that guy asked for the detonation was...

Someone was the first to let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"He ran! That bastard ran! He left us here to wait for the missiles!!!"

That howl was like a fuse, instantly detonating everyone's fear.

"Run! Run!"

"Evacuate! Everyone evacuate immediately!!!"

"Where's the exit? Where's the entrance? I can't tell them apart anymore..."

...

The crowd was like ants in a hot pan, frantically surging toward the entrance.

Someone tripped and was trampled by the people behind.

People were jammed at the mouth of the corridor; no one could get out.

Some pushed forward desperately, some shrank back in terror; screams, cries, and curses mixed into a chaotic mess.

Olof was pushed off the high platform by the crowd, stumbling several steps before steadying himself.

He also suddenly realized what was happening and desperately squeezed toward the entrance, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Get out of the way! Get the fuck out of my way!!!"

But the entrance was only so big, and with hundreds of people squeezed together, no one could get out.

Just then...

BOOM!!!

The dome above the entrance suddenly collapsed, and massive chunks of rock crashed down, instantly sealing the entire entrance tight!

Amidst the swirling dust, everyone's faces turned deathly pale.

Some lunged at the rocks like madmen, trying to claw them away; some slumped on the ground wailing; some knelt on the floor, murmuring prayers.

Olof stood in the crowd, staring at the pile of rubble sealing the entrance, his mind a complete blank.

Someone had sealed the entrance from the outside.

It was Ye Chen.

It had to be that bastard Ye Chen!

He suddenly snapped out of it, pulled out his satellite phone with trembling hands, and dialed back like a madman.

The phone was answered after one ring.

"Cancel the missile launch! Cancel it immediately!!!"

The voice on the other end was full of confusion. "Grand Speaker, the missiles have already entered the final penetration phase. There are only three seconds until impact. It's too late..."

Olof's pupils constricted. "Three seconds? FUCK your entire family..."

BOOM!!!!!!

A blinding white light pierced down from the cracks in the dome, illuminating the entire underground space as bright as day.

Immediately following.

A deafening explosion plunged the entire world into a cataclysmic collapse.

Flames soared into the sky, a heatwave swept through everything, and it seemed as if the entire world had been leveled...

...

On the surface.

On a small hill three kilometers away from the Hall of Saints headquarters.

Ye Chen landed with Yan Qingwu in his arms, turned around, and looked at the mushroom cloud rising into the distance.

The firelight reflected on his face, but there wasn't the slightest ripple in his eyes.

Yan Qingwu stood beside him, looking at the firelight that illuminated half the sky, her mouth twitching slightly.

"So it was all your 'conspiracy' after all."

Ye Chen shrugged. "He was the one who said he wanted to perish together. I just granted his wish. Is there a problem?"

Yan Qingwu rolled her eyes speechlessly. "Was that granting his wish? You screwed everyone over and ran out yourself."

Ye Chen looked innocent.

"Am I not a man of my word?"

"He said if he pressed it, I wouldn't kill him. I didn't kill him."

"The missiles killed him."

"That has nothing to do with me."

Yan Qingwu opened her mouth, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

After a good while.

She sighed and said faintly, "You are truly too wicked."

Ye Chen chuckled and turned to walk down the hill.

"Let's go, let's find a place for a late-night snack. I'm hungry."

"And while we're at it, let's wait and see if anyone else puts out a warrant for me."

Yan Qingwu looked at his back, then glanced back at the burning fire in the distance, and couldn't help but shake her head.

On this trip to Northern Europe, the Hall of Saints was gone, three old monsters in the middle stage of the Tianyi Realm were gone, and even missiles had been used.

Yet this guy actually still had the mind to eat a late-night snack.

She jogged a few steps to catch up.

"Wait for me! I want to eat barbecue!"

"Fine, your treat."

"Why is it my treat again???"

"Because you're the one who insisted on coming along."

"..."

Their voices gradually faded, disappearing into the night at the foot of the hill.

Behind them, the firelight reddened half the sky, and billowing smoke rose straight into the clouds, lingering for a long time.

...

Sweden, Stockholm, Royal Palace.

Late at night.

In the corridors, attendants walked quickly with their heads bowed. No one dared to speak loudly, and even their breathing was consciously lightened.

Outside the sleeping chambers in the deepest part of the palace, King Carl of Sweden stood at the door, looking as if all his strength had been drained.

Beside him, Queen Silvia covered her face, her shoulders trembling violently, her suppressed sobs echoing in the empty corridor.

"Your Majesty..."

A Middle-aged Man in a dark blue military uniform walked over quickly; it was the Swedish Minister of Defense.

"Have you found out?" Carl asked coldly.

The Minister of Defense hesitated for a moment, then spoke with difficulty.

"Your Majesty, according to the information currently available..."

"The explosion occurred on the outskirts of Stockholm, at the site of the Hall of Saints headquarters."

"The Hall of Saints?" King Carl's brow furrowed tightly.

"Yes."

The Minister of Defense nodded.

"The force of the explosion was immense. The entire underground facility has completely collapsed, and the ground within a one-kilometer radius has subsided. Preliminary judgment is that there are no survivors."

"Most importantly..."

"The order to launch the missiles was given by the Grand Speaker!"

The Queen's crying suddenly grew louder.

Because.

Her daughter, Ingrid, was dead!