The Georgia nuclear bunker was an extension of the ECD facility. Built with billions of taxpayer dollars, it served as an underground resort for the privileged, equipped with state-of-the-art technology and resources.
Outside the massive steel-reinforced entrance, a procession of multi-millionaires formed a glittering caravan. Luxury cars gleamed under the harsh floodlights, and trucks laden with extravagant belongings got stuck in traffic. Middle-aged women clutched small pets to their chests, one notable Chihuahua sporting red ribbons perched nervously in its owner’s arms, unaware of the impending chaos.
The line crawled forward until it came to an abrupt stop. Many groups had decided that the bunker was no longer necessary as News of Manhattan’s miraculous salvation had reached their ears. With the tides seemingly turning, many reconsidered the need for such extreme precautions. One by one, luxury vehicles turned around, and the caravan began retreating to their fortified mansions and estates.
Inside the bunker, the unrest mirrored the chaos outside. Those who had already entered the bunker clamored to leave, convinced that the crisis was over. Soldiers stationed at the entrance barred anyone from exiting, citing protocol and security concerns, further escalating tensions. What began as grumbling quickly spiraled into a full-scale riot as the elites, unused to being denied, demanded their freedom.
Amid the chaos, no one noticed the subtle wisp of black smoke that drifted through the crowd. Like a shadow given life, it slipped through a ventilation grate and vanished into the labyrinth of air ducts. The entity traversed the hidden pathways, descending deeper into the heart of the bunker.
Within minutes, the dark wisp emerged in the brightly lit residential area reserved for high-ranking government agents. The hallways and pristine quarters cast fluorescent light on the figure, revealing its true form.
The entity’s wavy red hair cascaded like liquid fire, framing a face that was equal parts ethereal beauty and ominous menace. Her piercing eyes gleamed with intelligence, and her lips curled into a smirk. Draped in a grim reaper’s cloak that seemed to absorb the light around her, the woman stood tall and unbothered. Beneath the cloak was her bare silhouette, disregarding modesty or mortal conventions.
This was no ordinary intruder. It was Demon Lord Fleur, a harbinger of calamity. She gazed around the residential area and spotted multiple sources of black haze and crimson haze. She cackled.
"I guess this is a lot better than that stone’s new dungeon! Hah!"
Fleur didn’t bother invading or infiltrating Carn’s new dungeon as she was aware of his superior strength and cunningness. To defeat him, she needed at least a million Aether and countless tricks, including people with mind skills.
First, she targeted here, aiming to bolster her strength and catch up with Carn’s progress.
"Death has arrived, HUMANS!"
With a roar, all light sources within the bunker shattered.
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Minutes later, Han arrived in front of the bunker’s entrance and witnessed the chaos below. Although most millionaires that hadn’t entered the bunker yet had already retreated, over a hundred groups and government agents were still inside, and they were clamoring from within.
Outside, platoons of military men blockaded the entrance, shooting everybody who attempted to leave. The elites from within also retaliated with their firearms while the government’s hunters and mercenaries fought each other.
Han stopped in mid-air, observing the situation with curiosity. He then recalled that Carn had already done the country a favor by driving back the Lich King’s army within a day.
"Ah, so that’s why. Brilliant, Carn. What a brilliant move! Now, they are killing each other because of their stupidity."
While bursting into laughter, Han made a T-pose, and a hundred crimson magic circles manifested behind him. From the magic circuits, five swords exited and pointed at the crowd below.
Regardless of lives and morals, Han sent red energy swords to the people below.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
Han was addicted to the quote. His memories from his previous life and life mixed together, and he was drunk in the momentum.
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An hour later, all soldiers and mercenaries from both sides stopped fighting as nobody was alive to continue the battle. Only Han stood tall on the concrete road stained by human blood and cyborg’s fluid. He strode toward the entrance and cut open the thick steel gate.
Marching into the dark tunnel, Han’s eyes brightened. He scanned the interior and found caravans of women, children, and the families of millionaires who were attempting to leave.
Han stared at them. He quickly spotted multiple wives of mercenaries and millionaires, who carried crimson haze with them.
"Ah, even you?"
Han was disgusted by the haze. As they lingered, that meant the people with the haze had committed a murder, direct or indirect, at least once in their lifetime, and they had never been punished for it. And yet, they were here, attempting to take advantage of the invasion.
Despite them being in the presence of children, Han had no intention of leaving them alone or relying on the authority to punish them. He cut down everybody who bore crimson haze.
After cutting down the sinners, Han absorbed the Aether and looked at the survivors. He raised his sword and was about to cut them down.
"EEEK!!"
The screams came from children, who had witnessed the death of their parents.
Hearing the scream, Han stopped. He frowned and lowered his sword. Turning around, he grumbled and yelled at every child and innocent person in the caravan.
"Your parents committed murder, and they paid for it! Remember today well because if I catch you senselessly abusing your wealth to harm or kill innocent people, I’ll come for you! NOW, GET LOST!!"
The crowd shrieked and dispersed, rushing toward the exit. However, several children whose parents had been cut down still clung to the corpses of their mothers, wailing and panicking.
This left a bad taste in Han’s mouth. He came for revenge, but he ended up causing more tragedy and bloodshed. Overwhelmed with guilt and confusion, Han canceled his transformation and approached the children, whom he had robbed their parents.
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But before Han could console them, a wisp of shadow came out of nowhere and snapped all the children’s necks! They widened their eyes and collapsed, falling on the corpses of their parents.
Han was also shocked and taken aback. He turned around and found a floating skeleton in a grim reaper’s cloak.
As someone who had met many demon lords before, Han recognized the entity right away.
"Demon Lord Fleur’s minion? What’s she doing here?!"
The skeleton in the cloak didn’t bother answering the question. Its mouth distorted, curving up into a sneer. A moment later, it transformed into black smoke and chased after the other survivors.
Han turned around, but it was too late. The grim reaper swung its scythe and claimed the lives of fleeing survivors outside the gate. It went further, chasing down and catching every elder, children, and innocent people in the military base.
In two seconds, over a thousand innocent lives were lost, and the grim reaper gathered their souls, condensing them in his palm. He then turned to Han and sneered once again. This time, he mimicked Han’s voice.
"Blood for the blood god. Kekekeke! What a hypocrite!"
Han was enraged. He might be a sinner, but he had never gone this low. Directing his rage to Fleur and her minions, he swore to punish her for the senseless murder.
"There’s a limit to atrocity, grim reaper. We might have the same enemies, but you have crossed the line."
"You’re the hypocrite, holy spirit’s dog! This is how you kill! This is the right way to shed blood! "
The minion laughed and transformed into black smoke once again. Han kicked the ground and flew toward the smoke. Imbuing his holy power into his energy sword, he swung down.
The holy sword cut through the smoke. The grim reaper reverted to normal and dissipated into dust after being cleaved in half.
After cutting down the Grim Reaper, souls of innocent people and children quickly fled and passed on, yet nobody blessed Han with Aether as they resented him.
Han bitterly smiled. As everything happened too fast, his anger was subsided. Moreover, he was no longer in the mood to punish his colleagues or his superior officers. Considering that one of Fleur’s minions was here, she might have already cleaned the house.
Avoiding risks, Han retreated. He didn’t want to deal with the grim reaper demon lord.
But as Han was about to leave, someone shouted from within the dark tunnel.
"H-HELP! SOMEBODY!"
Han stopped and turned around, scanning the tunnel with Aether. His glowing eyes spotted a pair of a middle-aged man and a teenager. None of them emitted crimson haze. Both of them were trapped in a flipped truck.
Han rushed over and helped pull both the man and the teenager out.
Upon coming out, the man thanked Han, "Thank you so much! I thought we were gonna die there!"
The youth coughed, but he didn’t say anything. However, Han detected an energy core in his chest. It seemed that the youth was an augmented mana user, who went through an implantation process illegally.
Han didn’t want to associate with the pair. He chased them away.
"Quickly leave. This place will soon turn into a den of grim reapers. If you don’t want to be killed and get your soul trapped for the rest of eternity, leave the state."
Both men nodded and started half-limping and half-running.
Han also reminded himself that he needed to leave. He summoned a sword and rode on it, flying toward the exit. Sunlight was already within his reach.
But as he overtook the pair of parent and youth, a female holy spirit suddenly appeared in front of Han and kicked him off his flying sword. Han regained his balance in mid-air and landed on the ground.
Looking up, Han found the guardian of Arthur, levitating in the sky. Floating next to her was also the former detective.
However, she didn’t come alone. An infant angel also brought over the former secretary of Ferdinand, Anna. There was also a newborn holy entity, who appeared to be a blond teenager in her swim wear. However, a pair of white feather wings gave her identity away.
The guardian of Arthur smiled at him.
"Where do you think you’re going, King Ban Lott?"