Chapter 350: Action

At that moment, the black-masked man had already pressed a gleaming dagger against Anthony's neck, forcing him to tilt his head back, unable even to speak.

He simply gave up resistance and let it be, only a cold gleam flickering in his half-closed eyes.

"You know? I really like your eyes. They're full of intense hatred and a spirit of defiance, as if you want to devour me alive. I've seen that look of wanting to kill but being helpless in many people's eyes, but only yours, Mr. Braden, brings me the most pleasure."

The masked man chuckled, released Anthony's hair, and then with a 'thud' drove his dagger into the space between Darcia Rockefeller's index and middle fingers, the blade missing her middle finger by a hair's breadth.

"And you, young man, your eyes are exactly the same as the richest man's. What are you thinking? How to snap my neck, or kill me and cut me to pieces? A Rockefeller born and raised in luxury, you can't stand such humiliation, and you hate the one who treats you like this? You probably never imagined you'd end up in such a situation, right?"

Darcia's breath quickened, while Anthony Braden raised his hand with the electronic shackles: "Hey, don't hurt his hand, OK? You've seen his contributions lately. Those precision parts—your mechanics couldn't make them."

The masked man continued to look down at Darcia, his gaze as cold and sharp as needles: "At worst, he can get a limb regeneration."

"But a regenerated finger won't regain its dexterity in a short time."

Anthony shook his head: "Unknown sir, I promise we won't do anything during this time, OK? If you agree, I could even record a video soon to calm my Mays down."

"Remember your promise, and I hope you'll keep it, though I don't have much hope in your character."

Only then did the masked man sneer, pull out the dagger, and walk back toward the door.

"You know, Mr. Braden, you can still hold a little hope this time. Your Ms. Mays is quite crazy—she mobilized a full fourteen legends just outside Atlanta. You guessed that too, didn't you, Anthony? If the enemy weren't extremely powerful, we wouldn't be so tense. So why don't you guess how long our Sovereign will take to deal with them this time?"

Anthony Braden's face was ashen, with no desire to reply. The masked man didn't care; his gaze swept over the other six outlaws.

"Watch them! If there's any slip-up, you know the consequences! The fate of us Anomalies is now in your hands."

As the glass door closed again, Darcia immediately looked up covertly toward the black-haired youth beside him. Though they couldn't speak or communicate telepathically, he believed the other could read the meaning in his eyes.

There was no better time than now—the numerous legends outside Atlanta were enough to tie down the Void Night Sovereign.

If they missed this chance, they might spend the rest of their time waiting for death in despair and helplessness.

But Anthony Braden shook his head almost imperceptibly, his face still cold as ice, his eyes flickering with confusion and chill.

He didn't understand why his Natalie was so impatient, launching an attack at this moment.

Was it because she had enough confidence? Or had the situation outside taken a turn unfavorable to him?

Natalie shouldn't be this impatient.

...

After leaving the fully transparent glass laboratory, the masked man stepped into the combat monitoring room just three walls away.

To keep close watch on the richest man in America, who could supposedly forge a legendary battle armor with just a screwdriver, he had also placed the command center of this operation on the fourteenth floor of the Arlington Building.

This ensured that any anomaly in the lab could be directly suppressed by him.

"Lord Brood!"

As the masked man entered the combat monitoring room, everyone present stood up or slightly bowed to pay their respects.

The masked man nodded calmly and immediately turned his gaze to the large screen on the left and the three-dimensional holographic sand table below it.

The screen showed a burly figure clad in dark source-energy armor, hovering high in the sky.

He stood suspended a thousand meters above, looking coldly and contemptuously toward the distance—the eastern outskirts of Atlanta.

But this video image clearly couldn't accurately display the current battle situation to those in the monitoring room.

So on the three-dimensional holographic sand table, numerous red dots were marked.

A full fourteen—the legends outside Atlanta were unashamedly venting their massive magical sources, making it easy for the magic energy detectors recently installed in the Arlington Building to monitor their positions and movements.

"How's the situation?"

The masked man examined the red dots on the sand table and then asked with slight surprise: "They haven't started yet?"

"Seven minutes ago and four minutes ago, they made two probing attempts to break through the anti-magic field of the magic tower array, but both were just tentative. As soon as His Majesty acted, they immediately withdrew. It seems they were testing our strength—"

An Anomaly with the rank of colonel replied in an exceptionally respectful tone: "Notably, the Atlanta Magic Tower Committee appears to be covertly aiding these legends. At their chosen attack points, the anti-magic field strength has weakened somewhat. I believe we need to issue a warning."

But the masked man frowned deeply, staring at the sand table in contemplation.

At that moment, a clear, bell-like female voice, imbued with a will like steel, rang out in the combat monitoring room.

"Brood, you've figured it out, haven't you?"

"Yes, my esteemed Highness."

The masked man bowed slightly: "Clearly, their intention is to pin us down. I think the real killing blow this time should come from within Atlanta."

"That's my guess too."

The female voice was quite satisfied: "Since you've foreseen it, I trust you won't disappoint me, right?"

"Of course!"

At that moment, the corners of the masked man's eyes brimmed with a cold smile: "As long as those demigods in Atlanta don't intervene, I'm sure I can give them a surprise."

Just then, the masked man's eyes flickered: "Look, they're here."

In that instant, four more red dots suddenly appeared on the three-dimensional holographic sand table.