Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 184: Fearless

Although Chen Chuan's tone was calm, it was very powerful. Everyone present could clearly feel the unshakeable strength and determination revealed within.

"Heh..."

Wei Jun revealed a regretful expression, patting the metal railing. "So, that's how it is."

He suddenly smiled. "Do you know? Shen Zheng died right here, yes, in this very factory. Maybe you knew that before you came, but do you know how he died?

Back then, we found Shen Zheng's biological younger sister. They had been separated for five years, but it was our kindness that allowed them to reunite here. You're probably thinking, did I threaten him with his sister's life? No, that's too low-level. We just wanted his sister to witness the consequences of opposing us, and you…"

His gaze fell. "You'll find out soon enough. You'll experience everything he experienced back then." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

At the same time, a series of bangs echoed, and all the spotlights were turned off. Throughout the factory, the lights in the corners and above were all switched on simultaneously, illuminating the surroundings.

The surrounding scenery instantly became clear. One could see strange patterns densely drawn on the walls and floor, painted with various colors of paint. Within these patterns were countless chaotic lines, depicted with colors that seemed to be a mixture of scarlet, rotten blood and sewer sludge.

They all extended from the walls, all the intersecting lines heading towards the ground and above, and finally converging on the position where Chen Chuan was standing!

"Three years ago, Shen Zheng stood in the same spot as you," Wei Jun's voice echoed in the spacious factory.

The Mutual Aid Society members on both sides couldn't help but watch, as if anticipating what was about to happen next.

These patterns originated from a secret ritual of a "Two-faced Secret Cult." To be precise, it was a secret ritual to drive a Supernatural Entity called the Two-faced Heart Monster, and to strengthen its abilities with the ritual.

Once the ritual was activated, the person standing on the ritual pattern would be affected. Now, the entire factory area was covered with ritual patterns. As soon as someone walked in, they were considered to be included in the ritual, and that Supernatural Entity could be activated at any time. However, if a person stood on the pattern in the very center, the effect would undoubtedly be the best.

Jiang Wei had previously suggested using spotlights to mark out a route, forcing him to stand in that position. This was undoubtedly a successful suggestion.

Once the Two-faced Heart Monster identified its target, it would invade their body, which would have two effects.

First, any external attacks would not cause harm, but the pain and suffering would not be eliminated. Second, any harm caused by the invaded target's own attacks would ultimately be borne by themselves.

Furthermore, under the stimulation of the Two-faced Heart Monster and the external ritual, various scenes of their own worries and fears would be constantly released in the invaded person's heart, causing them to constantly attack the illusory enemies they saw.

Back then, Shen Zheng was very capable in a fight, but so what?

They brought back Shen Zheng's own sister in order to create tension and worry in his heart, but the more this happened, the more it would stimulate various illusions.

What Shen Zheng saw at that time should have been his close relatives, friends, teachers, and even people he was familiar with being subjected to various infringements and attacks, needing him to rescue them.

At that time, he could only desperately attack, to protect everything he wanted to protect, but the harder he tried, the more injured he became, because all the attacks, all the harm, would ultimately be borne by himself.

And everyone in the Mutual Aid Society at the time watched him inflict harm on himself, like watching a monkey being played. They went forward one by one to provoke, tease, and stimulate Shen Zheng, watching him constantly counterattack, yet being completely helpless against them. It could be said that the person was eventually played to death.

And now, the result would be the same.

After waiting for a while, someone looked down and noticed that Chen Chuan was standing there without moving. They asked strangely, "Why is he standing still?"

"Yeah, why isn't he moving? Could there be a problem with the ritual?"

Wei Jun pondered for a moment, and suddenly understood, scoffing, "This kid probably doesn't have anyone he cares about. People like that are less affected internally, but it doesn't matter. As long as there's a little external stimulation, we can make him confront the imagined illusions, and then we can watch a good show. Who's going first?"

"I'll go first!"

Shao Xiaobie shouted loudly. He was holding a steel pipe in his hand, excitedly walking down the metal stairs. The other Mutual Aid Society members were also watching with interest, but some seemed dissatisfied that he was...

Wei Jun smiled and raised his voice, saying, "Don't worry, everyone gets a turn. Everyone will get their chance."

Shao Xiaobie swung the steel pipe and came in front of Chen Chuan. He first raised his hand to the back, then held the steel pipe with both hands, pretending to strike Chen Chuan's head several times, then suddenly raised it high. However, just as he was about to swing down with force…

With a bang, a fist came from the front, and Shao Xiaobie's head suddenly exploded, with flesh, brains, and shattered bones spraying backward.

The headless corpse swayed twice while still holding the steel pipe, then fell backward with a thud. The steel pipe also rolled out with a clang.

The laughter, jeers, and catcalls in the field all came to an abrupt halt.

Chen Chuan slowly raised his hand at this moment, touching one of his shoulders, then grabbed with his fingers, as if instantly seizing an invisible thing. Then, his arm muscles bulged, slowly pulling outward.

With his movement, even the people present could see a nearly transparent monster with two faces being slowly pulled out from the surface of his body!

The thing struggled and writhed in his hand, trying to break free, but all of this was useless under his powerful grip. Finally, a slight tearing sound was heard, as if something was torn apart. The thing completely separated from the surface of his body.

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Chen Chuan watched the monster struggle and thrash there, the two faces still making various threatening and laughing expressions, and threw it to the ground. Then, he stepped on it with one foot. With a squish, it was like stepping on a rotten bag, scattering with a pop, and then turning into wisps of smoke that floated out from under his feet.

Before coming here, he had read many files and consulted Bureau Chief Lei, and could roughly deduce the cause of Shen Zheng's death, and made certain preparations.

He still didn't know what the purpose of this thing was, nor did he need to know, because as long as...

The Mutual Aid Society members around were staring blankly at everything.

Today, they came here because Wei Jun promised to show them a good show. They undoubtedly had full confidence in the secret ritual. How strong was Shen Zheng in the past? Didn't he still die under the ritual?

This example proved that this method was safe and feasible. They were looking forward to the upcoming torment of this person who refused to accept their kindness and tried to cross the boundary, but at this moment, the result seemed a bit different.

Chen Chuan looked up at this moment, his gaze falling on Wei Jun and the Mutual Aid Society members, and said, "You thought you were the ones who brought me here?"

He smiled.

"Actually, I wanted to come and find you."

Wei Jun finally realized that something was wrong at this moment. He had originally held a glimmer of hope, but now hearing Chen Chuan's words, he knew that the ritual had completely failed.

At this moment, a burst of fear and anger rose in his heart. He desperately retreated, and shouted, "Fire! Kill him!"

The security guards on the surrounding steel structure platforms and passages raised the guns in their hands. However, on the left side, some people had just made this move when they saw some wrists and firearms falling from their bodies. Their limbs were as if they had been neatly cut through by some sharp weapon, revealing smooth wounds.

Seeing this situation, these people couldn't help but be stunned.

And in the places they couldn't see, right where they were raising their guns, were thin, long spider silks that crisscrossed and were indistinguishable to the naked eye.

When Chen Chuan came in just now, he put down the box containing the Tayana Combat Spider, allowing this spider to enter the factory under the cover of shadows.

This type of spider can secrete a high-strength, mutated spider silk. Whenever the human body has a slight external force applied to it, it will be neatly cut open. Therefore, in an ambush scenario, Fighting Spiders can often silently eliminate the target.

However, this is not the Fighting Spider's main means of attack. Its back and eight limbs are implanted with special blades. Its crawling and jumping speed also exceeds the reaction of ordinary martial artists. Once it gets close, it can easily chop people into pieces.

At this moment, the Fighting Spider was swiftly darting around on the walls and ceiling of the field, constantly cutting open security personnel who were trying to fire their guns. Wherever it passed, those people were either missing arms and legs or had their heads falling off, and screams of agony echoed everywhere.

In its instruction mode, people who make the action of holding a gun and shooting are...

However, no matter how fast the Fighting Spider was, because the factory area was spacious and the number of people at the moment was large, it only targeted a certain area, while people in other places could shoot unscrupulously.

Chen Chuan glanced at the gun muzzles aimed at him, and took a deep breath.

Those gun muzzles seemed to be slowly rising and shifting in his direction.

He stepped forward, and with each step, the ground painted with patterns below spread out with traces of cracks.

nThose gun muzzles finally spat out flames at this time, but the bullets all landed behind him. The Snow Emperor Blade in his hand slowly came out of its scabbard, revealing its sharp blade.

His forward-rushing figure made a large arc, stomped hard, and with a leap, he jumped onto a platform, looking at the row of security personnel still shooting downward in front of him. His body tilted forward, the light of the Snow Emperor Blade seemed to flash past, and then he had already appeared at the other end of the passage.

The dozen or so people on this passage only froze for a moment. The next moment, they turned into sections of severed limbs scattered on the steel plates on the ground.