Free Web NovelChapter 653: Chapter 652 Make a Break_1
"Have you finally realized?" the undead controlled by Mr. Blood-Clothed hid in the shadows.
The riot teams in the core area had already begun to check the identity of the guards on duty and patrolling everywhere, not only the identities of those two exposed guards, but they also meticulously confirmed whether the appearance of others matched the characteristics of the living.
He could no longer move freely within the prison using the identity of a corpse.
The destroyed barrier hadn’t been repaired yet, it seemed the warden had conserved the power of "return."
This meant that conventional methods couldn’t kill the warden, only the damage from the Blade of Vengeance could prevent him from repairing his body with the Saint’s abilities.
The rules of the Wordless Code hadn’t changed—causing harm, killing or mental control were all impossible.
However, the anticipated prison riot didn’t occur; Mr. Blood-Clothed had thought at least some chaos could be created.
He didn’t really expect the female offenders in the core area to deplete Aiden’s power, and besides, the Wordless Code had already restricted violent and lethal actions. It was unfortunate that he couldn’t turn the prison into a bloody battlefield of inmates and guards killing each other—at the very least, he hoped that the escaping prisoners could wreak havoc in the prison to their hearts’ content—he loved chaos.
Yet even this modest expectation was dashed; it seemed the inmates of the prison had been defanged.
"You’re quite skilled at managing a prison, have you ever considered starting a cult for fun?" he said with a twisted smile from the underworld.
There was no turning back now, risks had to be taken, this was the final stage. If he backed down here, he couldn’t please that Great Witch Goddess!
"Watch closely, the final act is about to begin." Mr. Blood-Clothed laughed loudly from the underworld, opening the doors of the underworld.
While in the underworld, only the power of the "death" authority could still interfere with the outside world. To use "hatred," he still had to open the doors of the underworld.
Through the power of "sacrifice," he conveyed his will to the followers waiting outside the prison.
At the same time, around Rose Iron Prison, countless bats poured out of the dark corners, and those nearby were terrified to see the bats swarming overhead, like a rotating black cloud.
The bats then swarmed toward all entrances of the prison.
...
Simultaneously, the voice of the Goddess of Vengeance exploded in Aiden’s mind: "It’s happening!!"
Just as Aiden wanted to ask, the Goddess of Vengeance synchronized the sensation of vengeance with him.
He sensed Mr. Blood-Clothed’s presence, right there in the core cell block, but the sensation was fleeting, like a spark extinguished.
"Gone," Aiden furrowed his brow.
Then he heard the alarm, coming from the standard prison area, followed by several explosions.
"Trouble again?" asked Abigail, who was following by his side.
Aiden didn’t respond and strode toward the direction of the third cell block closest to the core area, quickly seeing a guard rushing over in a hurry.
"Warden! The storage exploded, there’s a fire! And bats, lots and lots of bats flew into the cells!" the guard reported incoherently.
But Aiden caught the main point—the vampires outside had begun to act.
It seemed that Mr. Blood-Clothed’s opening of the underworld’s door was not to distract his attention, but more likely to command the vampires waiting outside to start their operation.
Besides causing destruction and starting fires in the prison, they split into bats and attacked the cells of the standard prison area—they couldn’t harm the inmates inside the cells, but if they carried a plague with Death’s power unknowingly or other contagious agents, the prison would likely face the next round of an epidemic outbreak soon.
"Have you gone from cult leader to terrorist now?" Aiden thought.
"You need my help this time, don’t you?" Abigail said calmly.
"Can I count on you?" Aiden asked.
"I came here to help," Abigail said indifferently, "I’ll figure out a way to deal with the plague and those bloodline creatures. You focus on your own issues."
As soon as she finished speaking, her body swiftly split into a flock of crows, which flew towards the depths of the corridor.
"Get organized immediately and put out the fire in the warehouse!" Aiden turned to the stunned jail guards, beginning to issue instructions. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"More of these little tricks, how long is that guy planning to hide until the end?" the Goddess of Vengeance appeared beside Aiden, saying with disdain.
"I guess he just likes to create chaos. Since he can’t kill me directly, he might as well try to annoy me as much as possible," Aiden said, "But he can’t keep hiding forever. At this point, he must be getting tired of the game."
No sooner had he spoken than the Goddess of Vengeance’s illusion turned abruptly in a certain direction.
"What is it?" Aiden noticed her movement.
The Goddess of Vengeance beside him was essentially a mental projection of herself, and such a gesture meant that she was paying close attention to that direction.
"It seems you are right." The Goddess of Vengeance bared a twisted smile.
She shared the sensation of vengeance with Aiden again.
The flames that represented the presence of an enemy were ignited in that direction, and in the mental landscape shared by the Goddess of Vengeance, only the two of them were burning on this chessboard.
Aiden knew that Mr. Blood Robe had a similar vision in his consciousness.
In the world of "hatred," they seemed to be gazing at each other across an abyss.
He knew Rose Iron Prison like the back of his hand. From this direction and distance, Mr. Blood Robe’s current location was closer than before, and it seemed... to be gradually approaching.
And then, the presence of Mr. Blood Robe disappeared once again.
"It’s to confirm my location," Aiden said.
Just as they were unable to sense Mr. Blood Robe who was in the netherworld, Mr. Blood Robe couldn’t sense his existence from across the netherworld either.
Only at the moment when the netherworld’s gates opened could they sense each other’s presence.
Mr. Blood Robe was confirming his location while approaching him, apparently intending to settle things once and for all.
Aiden didn’t want to drag it out either. He wanted to avenge his fallen subordinates as soon as possible.
"Qiqimora, Lamia, can you hear me?" Aiden picked up the Great Witch’s token and began to move.
"Is it time for action?" Lamia’s voice held a hint of excitement.
"All of you go to the playground," Aiden commanded in a serious tone, "Mr. Blood Robe will soon be coming my way. I will lead him there, and you will meet me there!"
The core area’s cell block.
"What did the chief say?" Veronica asked. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
"He has chosen that small playground for the final battleground," Qiqimora said, "What are you planning... or rather, how has the warden arranged your role? It seems the prisoners here no longer have any thoughts of escaping."
"I’ll wait here. You’re in charge of taking care of the chief," Veronica shook her head, turned to open the big door, and looked back to instruct a guard to lead the way for them.
Qiqimora and Lamia left the cell block, and Veronica watched them disappear into the depths of the corridor.
"Is it... time to take action?" a young voice suddenly resonated out of nowhere. Only Veronica could hear it amongst those present.
"Yes," Veronica nodded, "Let’s proceed as the chief has arranged."
