Chapter 399 Tombstone
Ji Li stomped on the ground hard, and the dozens-meter-wide cracks instantly shattered under his feet, and only then did he get rid of the opponent’s overwhelming evil spirit:

“A fully formed Dead Apostle of this level…”

Ji Li, who was directly disintegrated into a human body by that look, slowly stood up, and the magenta in the evil eyes of the armor flashed again:
“You can actually withstand my spiritual pressure… Black Goat, you are really special.”

Ji Li glanced around and saw that everyone around him, whether it was the old survivor or the people from the Special Management Bureau at the edge, had already fallen to the ground, their bodies trembling but unable to move at all.

Even the seriously injured Su Yan in the back was trembling wildly and half lying on the ground, trying his best to raise his head:

“The eighth seat… Your Excellency.”

The armored figure opened his spiritual essence without even turning his head, and Su Yan’s body instantly fell to the ground:
“You have no right to speak here, Tail Seat.”

It slowly walked towards Ji Li, a circle of black and red area spread around it, and silently, the Lingbao Prison had completely covered this place –

It was a large tomb complex with a red solar eclipse hanging above it. In front of each relic-like tomb stood a silver-black armored human figure.

Its body was covered with various patterns that looked like tentacles and rotten branches, and it also squirmed like a centipede.

Ji Li could sense the terrifying spiritual fluctuations coming from the other party——

No, it’s not just ectoplasm fluctuations.

The Ascension Protocol filled his retina with various warnings, and in a trance, a sky full of yellow sand appeared before his eyes.

It was a long time ago, when I first stepped onto the battlefield as a mercenary with my good friend, and faced the enemy commander.

High temperatures, rain of bullets, plasma spray, and the smell of the smoke from the molecular fluid used to transform limbs and pulse ammunition mixed together—

It’s the smell of death.

The thing standing before him actually made his body tremble from the depths of his soul to the surface of his physiology.

That is natural, the awe and fear one feels when facing higher life forms.

At this moment when the well of his soul was completely dry, the fluctuations of these emotions became even more intense.

It was like a steep electrocardiogram, throbbing and trembling in his heart, stirring his nerves and soul.

Ji Li suddenly grinned and straightened his back, with a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

Since he came into this world, he hasn’t felt this kind of trembling feeling for a long time.

A sense of pleasure:
“Who are you in the Tower of Babel?”

The armored figure paused and let out a deep laugh:
“You are really interesting, and… you are not affected by my spiritual pressure at all.”

It snapped its fingers, and the metal finger rings collided on its palms, producing sharp sparks. The entire world of the Linglinhell split into two sides and turned into an open Gothic hall.

There were two intricately shaped chairs in the middle. The eighth seat was the first to sit down, and raised his hand to make a “please” gesture to Ji Li.

Ji Li looked at its chest, stepped out naturally, and sat on the chair.

This guy has a large piece of “Alien Crystal” on his chest, which is in the shape of complex runes embedded in his chest, and is very eye-catching.

The alien crystal that Monsa gave him was like a piece of crystal taken from a corner of his chest, and there was no comparison at all.

“…According to the Human Spirit, I am in charge of the Human Resources Department.”

The Eighth Seat seemed to like Ji Li’s sense of humor and was willing to cooperate with him:
“‘Tombstone’, you can call me that.”

“So you brought me here to give me an offer?”

The Eighth Seat laughed loudly, his glowing magenta eyes jumping wildly in the helmet:
“If you’re thinking of stalling for time… I have to tell you something very unfortunate.”

It spread its hands, and the armor made a noise as it clashed:

“The immortal who participated in the mission with you will not come…”

“You are now facing me alone and helpless.” Ji Li narrowed his eyebrows –

The other party was talking about “Nine Faces”, the immortal in the capital who was supposed to cooperate with the operation and provide the highest combat power assistance in the process of capturing the apostles.

“Did you send someone to stop him?”

“you guess.”

“Today’s encirclement and suppression operation was within your expectations. You are the one who planned everything behind the scenes.”

Towards Ji Li’s calm statement, Tombstone shook his head:

“Follow the instructions of the Spinning Table’s will and go with the flow.”

Although no expression could be seen through the other party’s armor, Ji Li could feel that this guy was smiling happily:
“However, I was just saying it casually. After all, it will take time to convince you to join us…”

It gently drew out the knight’s sword from its waist, lifted one leg and placed it on top of the other, with the tip of the sword pointing at Ji Li:

“The eighth seat of the Tower of Babel: ‘The Knight of the Inscription’, invites the Black Goat to join the Tower of Babel…”

The invisible and deep spiritual essence rushed towards Ji Li, because it knew that Ji Li was not affected by the spiritual pressure at all:
“Nameless Wheel Runner, give me your reply.”

Magenta blood light filled the entire hall, and silence fell.

Apart from Monsa, this is the first person who directly revealed his suspected identity as the so-called “Wheel-Turner” in face-to-face communication.

Ji Li was the first to break the silence:

“What if I don’t agree?”

“Then you will not be able to complete the ‘Spinning Table Oath’ and join the Tower of Babel.”

Is there a soul psychology premise that one must identify with the other person mentally? Ji Li pondered:
“What is the Table Turning Oath?”

In response to Ji Li’s constant inquiries for information, Tombstone generously placed the sword across his chest:
“Just kill you.”

……

The border between Aurora City and Dieshan City.

This is a temporary checkpoint. The agents coming and going are wearing black special service uniforms with a logo that is completely different from that of the Special Management Bureau.

Capital Intelligence Agency.

On a black grid-like observation tower temporarily built with unknown spiritual substance, a man wearing a black mask stood quietly on it.

His neck and other parts of his body were fastened with thick and heavy shackles, which were covered with spiritual circuits.

The black windbreaker fluttered behind him, and the floating fabric was swirling with fluctuating spiritual essence, pulling his skinny figure into various exaggerated shapes.

The direction he was looking down was the track where Train No. 7 ran, and at that moment there was a red star shining there.

At this time, there was the sound of an engine roaring:
“General, someone is here. It’s from the Aurora City Special Management Bureau.”

“Aurora City…”

He turned his head, six monotonous dots printed on his dark visor. His eyes penetrated the engine sounds coming from far away and locked onto the leading vehicle:

“Is his name Wang Guocheng, the Type 2 Overlord…”

He put away the round portrait pendant that had been flying around in his hand for some reason.

Inside was a smiling woman in a white coat, who was quietly shut up by the stainless steel lid box reflecting the sunlight:

“Stop ahead.”

(End of this chapter)