The Author's POV

During the time that Mo Jinhao was going on his rampage, the soldier who had left a few minutes earlier was making his way toward the parliament.

8092 was the assigned number of the subject, and just like all the other super soldiers of the program, he did not have an ounce of emotions as they were the first things that were stripped away from him.

8092 casually walked in the direction of the dome-shaped structure that was in his line of sight while holding onto a small black rectangular cube.

Because everyone's attention was currently being directed toward the conflict that was taking place further away, he didn't have to worry about anyone spotting him at the moment.

Even if there was someone who remained behind to guard the parliament and the defensive system, it was highly likely that their attention was focused on the fight that was taking place in the distance.

Because of the nature of Mo Jinhao's power, it was obvious that he was extremely dangerous, and one could not afford to divert their attention to anything else given the circumstances.

In addition, nobody in their right mind would ever believe that the Monolith would go to the extent of using one of their most powerful people as bait, making 8092's objective that much simpler.

This was exactly what the leader had been aiming for from the very start.

He intended to lure Mo Jinhao into a trap so that 8092 would rush the parliament while everyone else was preoccupied with the fight. This would allow him to detonate the explosive that had been prepared.

The plan….it was a good one.

By the time that 8092 arrived one hundred meters away from the parliament, he already knew that his mission had been accomplished and he activated the box in his hands.

Beep—!

The moment the box was switched on, the area as a whole went completely silent, and the attention of those who were watching over the area finally turned toward him.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Box in hand, 8092 watched as the world around him twisted and everything within his vision disintegrated.

Boom—!

The last thing that he heard was a powerful explosion that tore through the sky, and the world began to shake.

***

[Boom—!]

Hemlock stood and watched as the city of Dromeda was consumed in flames and a terrifying explosion resounded throughout the air from the comfort of his throne.

The hazy blue dome that was rotating around the city started to show signs of wear and tear, and within the space of one minute, the wall that was encircling the city began to fall apart.

"Rooooar!"

"Rooooooar!"

city was suddenly besieged by a horde of ravenous beasts, which consisted of hundreds of different species that had been lurking on

explosion had most

city, and

disheveled, and his

kill you! I'll kill

in the air

"Noisy."

murmured under his breath, his

seemed like no time at all, the beasts made their way over to their side of the conflict, and

"Roooooar!"

"Rooooooar!"

Hemlock, while sitting comfortably on his throne,

him as the faint sound of his breathing

his throne,

had to be

powerful figure such as Mo

Monolith. Sacrificing one in order to take over another city wasn't such a bad deal in

he found it to be a

thankful for

it not been for the words that the king had

new one.

at first, but Hemlock now

realized that the king had anticipated that the new head of the alliance, Kevin Voss, would be aware of his plans to take over the defensive system, and had consequently devised countermeasures

that this was the one and only way to take control of the city when he told him to take things

him sacrificing one of his closest allies, but Hemlock didn't feel much of anything about it. In fact,

a

care about the means that he needed to take in order to achieve the objectives that he set for

it meant sacrificing millions of humans or eliminating one of his most powerful executives, he

was who

just be about

Mo Jinhao and

and he had already reached his point of exhaustion. All around him was a heap of dead heroes,

bodies was in the dozens, and there was approximately the

you betray

a couple of

mumbled words even though he was kneeling on the ground and breathing heavily. His frame was emaciated