Chapter 3495: SuppressionEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Divine Realm-the God Realm.

Inside a towering, majestic giant temple, several tall figures sat on a row of stone seats at the front.

"Hell has already fallen out of control. We have confirmed that Fang Heng fused with the power of the Eyes of Hell."

"Bang!"

The leading elder slammed his hand heavily onto the armrest. His wrathful voice echoed through the vast hall.

"Ymir! Again, it was his heir! And you, how did you handle this?"

Below, a row of members of the God Clan knelt on one knee in unison.

"Great Elder, please quell your anger. Hell has never been within our sphere of control. This time, we feared something had happened to the Eyes of Hell, so we rashly entered Hell to act. As a result, we were schemed against by Ouroboros."

"I do not want to hear excuses! Where are the Eyes of Hell!"

Everyone felt a chill run through them. They all lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

The Great Elder took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Ouroboros has fused with the Eyes of Hell. Their strength will now grow even further. If he is allowed to continue growing step by step, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Great Elder, we have already placed the lower realm under strict surveillance. Once any trace of Ouroboros is discovered, we will receive the news immediately."

"In the vast galaxy, finding a single person will not be easy. Even if you do find him, if he hides in Hell, what will you do then?"

The corners of everyone’s mouths curved into faint bitterness, and they once again fell silent.

After a moment, the Great Elder broke the silence and murmured, "Hell and Fang Heng are both unstable factors."

They exchanged glances and asked, "Great Elder, you mean to...?"

"Open the Holy Door. If we could carry out a holy war once, we can do it a second time. I do not want to wait any longer. I need to completely seal Hell."

The members of the God Clan looked at one another, then nodded in unison, "Yes, Great Elder."

...

"Huh? You lost contact with Boss Fang?"

In the Eastern Federation, Chen Yu had just been interrupted and pulled out of an emergency meeting in the Eastern Region when, the moment he stepped out, he was stopped by Carl, Prince of the vampires.

Chen Yu’s first reaction was that Fang Heng had run into some trouble again and had temporarily left.

Beside him, the god Klevi, who had come with Carl, looked anxious. "Mr. Chen Yu, I have already spoken with Abe Akaya. Fang Heng fought with members of the God Clan, overexerted himself, and fainted. In the end, it was people from the Central Federation who took Fang Heng away."

"Huh? The Central Federation?"

Chen Yu froze again, his expression immediately turning strange.

Are you sure?

Do people from the Central Federation really have the guts?

Moreover, the Central Federation and the federations of the various regions had just reached a temporary consensus at the headquarters meeting. For now, the Lower World was temporarily safe, but the spawns were continuing their search. No one could guarantee how long this safety would last.

Under the threat to their lives, every federation was desperately seeking ways to survive. At the very least, during this period, they still had to rely on the protection provided by Fang Heng.

The meeting had not even ended yet, and the Central Federation had already abducted him?

"Hey, Chen Yu, what kind of expression is that?"

Carl was in a very bad mood and naturally showed little courtesy toward humans. His gaze gradually turned cold as he said, "His Majesty was seriously injured helping you, yet this is how it ends. If you do not take me to the Central Federation to demand his return, I will go there myself. If something happens, then I cannot guarantee the consequences."

"Don’t, don’t rush. I mean, could there be some kind of misunderstanding?"

"There won’t be any misunderstanding."

"Uh..." Chen Yu scratched his head. "Your Highness, don’t rush. Think about it—Boss Fang’s strength. Is it really possible for the Central Federation to take him away?"

Carl paused and looked at Chen Yu.

He realized it as well.

So His Majesty had done this on purpose?

"There must be something wrong here," Chen Yu thought for a moment and said, "Let’s go. We’ll first go to the Central Federation and negotiate properly, see what they have to say."

...

The Central Federation.

A secret research base.

Through the Demi-Human Tribe’s teleportation passage, they transferred Fang Heng back to the Central Federation’s secret research base and immediately sent him into a research room to begin preparations.

As the laboratory supervisor, Ernst hurriedly submitted an explanatory report to his superiors and then rushed back to the laboratory, his eyes filled with excitement.

Fang Heng was of the Demi-Human Tribe.

He had displayed extremely terrifying strength in Hell.

The mutation of this power and his horrifying vitality were very likely caused by the bloodline of the Demi-Human Tribe.

If the source of this power could be explored and then replicated...

The more Ernst thought about it, the more excited he became.

Dormer was not as optimistic as Ernst.

Fang Heng’s current identity was sensitive. Once he went missing, every force would search for clues.

Especially the Necromancer Association.

The Necromancer Association possessed bizarre abilities. It was possible that they had some special means to track Fang Heng’s exact location.

"Don’t worry, they won’t," Ernst said.

Seeing Dormer looking somewhat distracted, Ernst chuckled and said, "I guarantee that the research area environment is absolutely safe. Also, we have the best anesthetics. The dose I injected into him was enough to knock out ten thousand elephants. Unless there is an antidote, he will never wake up."

Dormer said in a deep voice, "Our superiors cannot guarantee how long they can delay this matter. You’d better produce something that satisfies them quickly, or they won’t be able to withstand the pressure outside."

"And also—"

"I know, I know. Don’t worry," Ernst interrupted impatiently. "Fang Heng won’t know what happened to him. Isn’t the Demi-Human Tribe’s method of entering and exiting the game one of those paths? Fang Heng is also one of the Demi-Human Tribe. Maybe we can even find a way to make up for our shortcomings from him."

Ernst’s emotions surged, and his steps unconsciously quickened.

He had never researched a high-level experimental subject like Fang Heng before.

Outside the secret laboratory, several heavily armed security guards stood watch. They lightly nodded at Ernst and the others as they arrived.

Ernst passed the iris verification and opened the laboratory door.

"Huh? Where is he?"

Ernst walked into the laboratory, only to suddenly discover that the experimental platform where Fang Heng had been lying was now empty.

Turning to look around, he saw that the laboratory was completely deserted. Even the two trusted assistants he had left behind to watch Fang Heng were gone.

Dormer’s expression changed.

"This is bad, something happened!"

"You’re right."

"Whoosh!"

Fang Heng’s figure appeared behind Ernst through spatial projection, and he said coldly, "Hey, take me to Gu Qingzhu."

"You..."

Ernst’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Guards!"

Dormer had just shouted when he discovered that his entire body was completely frozen in place, unable to move. His body slowly floated into the air, as if something were stuck in his throat, leaving him unable to utter another word.

D*mn it!

Dormer struggled with all his might.

But it was completely useless!

As the captain of a single-person special mission team and an executive officer of the Central Federation, Dormer was not weak, yet he found that when facing Fang Heng, he did not have even the slightest ability to resist.

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