762: 510.
Underground Conspiracy_3 762: 510.
Underground Conspiracy_3 Hmm, if that’s the case, there wouldn’t be anything like a second earthquake, there was just one earthquake, caused by that damned bovine Calamity Beast.
The hobody witch slightly deceived herself with a guilty conscience.
However, that terrifying punch that triggered the second earthquake wasn’t all bad, as it also exposed so traces in this research facility’s basent that shouldn’t have been revealed.
“Tsk, these are traces of spatial Strength.
I sll a Conspiracy,” she said.
The hobody witch looked down at the huge hole that the Calamity Beast had erged from and frowned as she spoke.
“Alright, Artie, you stand here and don’t move, keep an eye on these cow legs for , I’ll be right back,” Dorothy waved at the still sowhat dazed Evil Breed Little Lolita and instructed her briefly before she leaped directly into the pitch-dark hole.
Artie, “…..”
Only then did the Evil Breed Little Lolita snap back to reality.
It might be embarrassing to say, but she had nearly been scared enough to wet her pants just now.
Not by that Calamity Beast, but by Dorothy, this bad woman.
After all, Artie knew this person was powerful before, but she truly hadn’t expected her to be this powerful.
Such a big monster, larger than skyscrapers, and she just simply knocked it out with one punch?
What a joke, such Strength is just too unfair; it’s not sothing humans should possess at all.
The thought that she dared to challenge such a monster the day before and that terrifying punch almost landed on her, turning her into sothing like the beef spread all over the place like Artie now, made the Evil Breed Little Lolita instinctively cross her arms and hug herself.
Gosh, that was terrifying, but it feels so good to still be alive, although I’m a bit desperate for the bathroom now.
Artie clenched her legs together; she wanted to go to the restroom, but that bad woman had just told her to stay put and guard these giant cow legs which would need a truck and a crane to even be moved.
The Little Lolita really didn’t dare abandon her post now as she feared that if that bad woman ca back and didn’t see her, she would slap her into the wall, from which she couldn’t be prised off.
Wuwuwu…
Artie could only continue to clench her legs tightly.
anwhile, the guards around her truly began their cleanup work in earnest, and those survivors erging from the magically restored buildings, encased in Shield’s spiritual light, were also sowhat shaky and supporting each other.
These mostly chanical Monk research facility employees ca out only to see the rivers of blood outside and the mountainous pile of that dreadful giant bovine’s corpse, and were imdiately bewildered.
After asking so of the guards what had happened, the chanical Monks first fell silent, then one by one knelt on one knee towards the hole where the hobody witch had disappeared, and with a fist against their chests, tapped it three tis, beginning to pray.
“Holy thrice…
hit the Holy Hamr three tis, chanical Ascension, praise the Master of All Machines…”
All the chanical Monks prayed with such devotion.
From what they had just heard from the guards, they already guessed who their savior was.
It was His Holiness the Pope.
Indeed, only His Holiness the Pope could be the true savior of this world.
The faith of the chanical Monks grew even more devout and zealous.
However, at this mont, within the underground hollow, the hobody witch, though she also sensed that surge of powerful faith blending into her, had no mind to care about these things right now.
“Nice one, Sophia, you really lack morals.
I was wondering how that Calamity Beast happened to smack right into my face; you had this planned all along to discard after use, huh?
Even though you already had the Magic Network Core, you still went to such an extre,” she thought.
Facing the thick traces of spatial transport around her, the hobody witch imdiately guessed the truth.
This was indeed a preditated attack.
…Dorothy shivered with anger….
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