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It was getting dark.

Sarkic sect, the great magician Ion's ascension ceremony is about to begin.

The city of Alcada began martial law and its defenses were reduced.

Under Nadox's command, all the flesh and blood monsters on guard outside have returned to the city.

His purpose is very clear, no accidents are allowed until the ascension ceremony is completed.

Beginning in the afternoon, believers in the city spontaneously gathered around the central square to pray devoutly.

Their belief—Lord Yaen, will complete the ceremony tonight and become a new god to protect them.

Nadox stood on the high altar, watching these believers.

He could feel that his strength was gradually increasing, which meant that Lord Yaen's strength had reached the threshold.

As long as these believers continue to contribute their faith and spirit, Lord Yarn will break through the limitations and rise to another level.

Not only that, but the two saints, Lava Tower buried deep in the Balkan Peninsula and Oroke in Goose Country, also became active again, launching attacks on the surrounding SCP Foundation and GOC personnel, echoing each other.

At the same time, outside the city of Alcada, at a distance of 100 kilometers in four directions, a strangely shaped giant truck slowly moved forward.

On a small island at the junction of the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, Robert Bumaro looked up to the sky with his hands behind his back, and the person standing behind him was Old Smith.

At this moment, countless people looked at the watches in their hands, thinking about their own plans.

The forces of all parties are ready to move, which indicates that it will be a restless night.

...

Foundation Area114 site.

Zhang Jue was feasting and attacking a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

He poured some of the soup into the bowl, frowned and said, Tsk, the chef here is not good either, not to mention no sugar, and so much salt, there are two of them, and they can support a salt farm, in vain Got my tomatoes and eggs.

While talking, he crawled his mouth full of rice, and performed what is called true fragrance with practical actions.

Yang Xue looked at his movements and was furious.

Don't eat if you don't want to eat!

As he said that, he was about to take the plate away.

Zhang Jue quickly protected the plate with his arms: Hey, don't be impatient, I didn't say you—

Yang Xue snorted, and finally pinched him hard on the waist before giving up.

After Zhang Jue was in pain, he laughed arrogantly.

Smith, who was the guard, couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw this scene.

At such a critical juncture, there are countless people in the world who don't know what to eat. Probably only Consultant Zhang can be so leisurely.

In fact, all the people in the Area114 site were taken away by Angelo. There are no chefs, let alone chefs who can cook Chinese food.

So when Zhang Jue took out the tomatoes, eggs and even the iron pan, everyone was stunned.

Only Yang Xue frowned and said, I'll find someone to do it for you.

Everyone knew that she had gone to cook herself.

However, our classmate Yang Xue is good at doing experiments, but not at all at cooking.

After adding salt twice, after tasting it, she still felt it was a bit bland, so she simply added two spoonfuls more.

I tasted it again.

It's over.

From then on, she knew that it was inevitable to be ridiculed by that dead man.

And the reality was just as she expected, Zhang Jue sighed after taking a sip, and while he was eating, he was feeling weird, making her teeth itch with hatred.

Most importantly, no one told her that sugar should be added to scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Only the devil cares about him!

Yang Xuedou couldn't beat Zhang Jue, snorted and walked away, making him laugh again.

After laughing, Zhang Jue didn't care about being a little salty, and cleaned up the rest of the food.

A few minutes later, he wiped his mouth and asked Smith behind him, What time is it?

Smith looked at his watch: Twenty one forty.

It's about time. Zhang Jue nodded, Gather everyone together, and let's hold a pre-war mobilization meeting.

Twenty minutes later, everyone gathered in the large meeting room of the Area114 site.

The three MTF teams of Black Pearl, Yellow Warbler, and Pit Viper, plus the few remaining staff and patients in the site, totaled more than 160 people.

At Zhang Jue's request, all gathered together.

They sat in their seats, watched the oriental man, and walked to the rostrum step by step.

Facing so many colleagues, this consultant named Zhang Jue looked serious, as if the cynical person before was not him at all.

Everyone.

He spoke slowly, not loudly.

You probably already know what we are going to face next.

I guess, you are also ready to sacrifice.

But I'm telling you, don't do it.

Do you think it's pissy to do this? It's great? No, no, no, in my opinion, this is no different from being an idiot.

After Zhang Jue said these few words, there was an uproar.

Except for the Black Pearl squad and the three captains who were in charge of security, both the members of Huang Ying and Viper, as well as the civilian staff in the site, all looked at him in surprise.

They didn't expect that this kind-looking Consultant Zhang would say such a thing.

Sacrificing one's life for mankind is the most basic ethics of a foundation employee.

It can be said that they have always thought this way since the moment they joined the foundation.

Especially those civil servants, if they wanted to leave, they could have left with Angelo long ago.

But they don't because they feel that, at times like these, someone has to do something.

But Zhang Jue completely denied all of this.

Zhang Jue scanned the crowd and continued to speak his words.

Meaningful sacrifice is called sacrifice, blind sacrifice is called courting death! It's called stupidity!

His tone became more and more serious.

If you insist on going your own way and insist on fighting to the death with the Sarkic sect, I will not stop you, but you must know in your heart that in fact, you don't need to do that at all, it's just an excuse for your cowardice!

A true warrior must live! Only by living can he make greater contributions to mankind!

After some foreshadowing, Zhang Jue finally expressed the central idea of ​​this speech.

You have to live, not die meaninglessly. He said, Sometimes, living is more a test of one's courage than dying.

Two hours later, in the opposite city, an evil god will descend into the world. I will not stop you from completing the task, but I hope that after completing the task, you can continue your unfinished business.

So, I hope you guys survive.

For myself, and for all mankind.

Having said that, Zhang Jue stopped to give everyone time to think and react.

What he said really touched the hearts of everyone.

After learning that the leader of the Sarkic sect will ascend to the gods, everyone in the site actually has the will to die.

And Zhang Jue's purpose is to let them regain hope of life.

If he tried his best to rescue a group of people who wanted to die, whether they were grateful or not, maybe they would be blamed.

He will not bear this kind of pickle.

His words were deafening and awakened many people.

But the problem now is that even if they want to live, it is not that simple.

They were too close to Alcada City.

The two teams of Oriole and Adder were to stay here until midnight at least.

When they retreated, Ian must have completed the ascension ceremony.

When the evil gods come to the world, they will be the first batch of sacrificial lambs.

However, they didn't know that this was actually the easiest thing for Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue looked at the crowd and smiled slightly: As long as you want to live, leave everything else to me.

...

Twenty-three o'clock sharp.

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, a piece of silvery white.

In the city of Alcada.

Countless believers knelt under the altar, chanting the name of the new god.

The bonfires reflected their fanatical faces.

Every prayer of theirs will become the guidance of the new God.

Every trace of their faith will be transformed into the power of the new god.

Nadox, the head of the four Sarkic saints, sat cross-legged on the altar as usual.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and slowly opened his eyes.

Above the sky in the center of the square, a huge figure suddenly appeared. Under the light of the bonfire, it looked mysterious and strange.

The founder and leader of the Sarkic sect, the great magician Ion, finally appeared in front of his followers for the first time.

Believers rushed to kowtow to him.

For this moment, he had planned for countless years.

There is only one hour left before success.

Amidst the prayers of many believers, Yarn's ascension ceremony officially began.

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