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!"

besieged by a horde of ravenous beasts, which consisted of hundreds

had most likely attracted

city, and over the course of time, he was gradually becoming more and more suppressed by

hair was disheveled, and his face

kill you! I'll

curses in the air as he continued to shout

"Noisy."

his breath, his interest

beasts made their way over to their side of the conflict, and even more blood

"Roooooar!"

"Rooooooar!"

anarchy, and Hemlock, while sitting comfortably on his throne, observed in complete composure as the city descended

gaze paused on the seat beside him as the faint sound of his breathing resounded throughout

his

had to

after the passing of a powerful figure such as Mo Jinhao. However, it turned out to be a deal that was well worth

rankers within the Monolith. Sacrificing one in order to take

found it to be a

thankful for the

honest, Hemlock wouldn't have gone to such extremes had it not been for the words that

it and make a new one. Be as extreme and

confused at first, but Hemlock now understood the meaning

Voss, would be

control of the city when he

of his closest allies, but Hemlock didn't feel

was a goal

that he needed to take in order to achieve the objectives that

humans or eliminating

who he

should just be

his focus to the screen, where Mo Jinhao and the

Mo Jinhao was on his last leg, and he had already reached his point of exhaustion. All around him was a heap of dead heroes, each of whom

the dozens, and there was approximately the same number of people standing in front of Mo Jinhao at

you betray

a

able to make out his mumbled words even though he was kneeling on the ground and breathing heavily. His frame was emaciated