Chapter 1069: Chapter 827: Fireworks The stars shine, but the sun is invisible.
This world seems eternally silent.
The ground trembles, countless specks of dust silently rise, reflecting firelight, quietly dancing in the dark.
On the enormous structures above, countless air leaks form rapidly spouting white mist, rushing into the vacuum, while terrifying cold floods indoors.
Exchange of goods and services.
They look like big-headed dolls running on the barren earth.
The figures are shrouded in bulky gray spacesuits, gripping specially modified guns and weapons, pulling the trigger at the guards beyond the rift.
In the low-gravity vacuum, they nimbly leap on the ground, silently delivering death to the enemy, and silently greeting their own death.
Hear the sound of breaking and shouting.
At the instant of confirmed death, flames from within engulf everything, ultimately even the spacesuits are decomposed under Alchemy, merging into the dust.
Only a wisp of flying ash remains.
Amidst intense crossfire, the alarms inside Lunar Prison blare one after another.
The first thing the security manager does is press the red button in front of them, causing gates to drop in A1B1C1 three danger zones, forcibly sealing prisoners and guards inside with indisputable orders.
The identities of those prisoners are too sensitive, their represented value too precious; they cannot be killed, nor allowed to leave here.
The only way was complete isolation.
Once the alarm is sounded, everything inside instantly freezes into a block in the foam gushing out, before which everyone falls asleep, both physically and in soul, entirely stagnant.
Under cryogenic sleep, their bodies can sustain for more than seventy-two hours. The frozen foam maintains hardness surpassing steel, connecting with the entire prison’s base layer.
Unless the entire Lunar Prison is blasted to the sky, no one can take anything from inside.
The only liquid capable of dissolving this substance is stored in Current Circumstances London.
At the moment the button is pressed, the search and rescue team prepares to set out—if they cannot arrive within seventy-two hours, all prisoners and staff inside face death.
But even if value is buried in eternal chilly lunar soil, it does not allow anyone to take it.
However... now, the gushing foam fails to cover everything.
In the control room, the security manager looks up, seeing the pale foam sweeping across B1 layer rapidly dissolve, leaving only a floor of ashes.
Instead, it seals off the entrance, isolating all support.
Inside the deeply buried detention facilities, endless intruders appear in front of the camera, swiftly killing all obstacles.
They were well-prepared for all defense measures.
This is a long-planned prison break.
Ignoring the more precious targets on either side, they stride forward, familiar and without hesitation, directly towards the corridor’s edge.
Rudely breaking the outer force field, then skillfully burning through the iron door with Omnifactor Dissolvent.
Revealing the prisoners restrained in layers from the darkness.
B1-8771.
The elderly man with thin hair is confined in a straitjacket-like restraint, raises his head, and grins, showing a mocking smile to the surveillance camera.
With opened lips, saliva drips from the corner of his mouth, while his teeth glow with frost-like brilliance, vaguely revealing runes.
Without the aid of attackers, the layers of shackles on him drop off effortlessly.
As if shaking off dust.
Returning to freedom.
Just like that, he casually steps out of the cage that held him for thirty years, stretches lazily, turns back, speaking to the intruders.
Then he sees a pitch-black handgun rise.
Pointed at his forehead.
The elderly man freezes for a moment.
Behind the dark mask, the attacker’s expression is unclear, no words spoken. Just indifferently pulls the trigger, shattering the vessel of life, causing crimson to spurt from the skull.
The old man falls in a stupor, confused to the end.
Then, the attack leader lowers the muzzle, aiming for his head, heart, and other vital spots, repeatedly pulling the trigger until empty, confirming the residual breath has stopped. Curse bombs instantly pollute all Source Substance, shattering and corrupting the Soul.
Finally, the attacker changes clips, turns the muzzle, aiming at their own subordinates.
Erasing traces of action one by one.
In the end, only he remains, burning himself into a heap of black ash in front of the surveillance camera.
The attack ends in this instant.
Never considered taking prisoners from inside, nor planned the retreat, sweeping away all traces including their own, leaving only the tragic result.
Before internal guards could respond, it was all over.
Just as Huai Shi arrived at Mitra Space Station, outside Lunar Prison α zone, prisoner B1-8771—Great Grandmaster ’Publius Augustus’—ceased breathing.