hotmtlnovel Chapter 147 Level Unknown
Chapter 147 Level Unknown
Chapter 147 Level Unknown
Reed's finger paused on the holographic screen. He had indeed found the record of the so-called talisman that the Holy Lord had mentioned, but he could hardly believe the information before him.
The Illuminati archives do not contain many records of the twelve zodiac talismans. They are scattered in the corners of the Eternal Tribe reports and the Celestial Group observation logs, and are classified as "unknown artifacts". Even their specific forms are not clearly described. However, there are clues to the dog talisman and the sheep talisman. One is in the underground ruins of Vektati, and the other is in the sacrificial pit of a dynasty that has changed repeatedly in human history.
Reed brought up the coordinates and projected them onto the center of the hall.
"The last known trace of the Dog Charm is on the third planet of the Vektati system, where the Eternals once established a base, which was later abandoned. The signal of the Sheep Charm—" He paused for a second, "is on Earth, somewhere on the Tibetan Plateau. The exact coordinates need further calculation, approximately forty-eight hours from now."
"Forty-eight hours is too slow."
The Holy Lord did not look up, but casually tapped his fingers twice on the back of the chair.
Reed looked back at the screen, adjusted the calculation parameters to the highest level, and several auxiliary systems started running simultaneously. "Six hours."
.
"OK."
The atmosphere in the hall eased a little, but only a little; the heavy feeling on everyone's shoulders still hadn't dissipated.
Maria Rambo didn't withdraw the energy from her hands, but she lowered them, no longer facing the direction of the Holy Lord. Black Bolt stood still, Charles's wheelchair still tilted to the side. He shifted his gaze away from that direction, looking elsewhere but not daring to look at Wanda. He always felt that his mouth might be sliced off by Wanda at any moment.
Captain Carter lowered his shield, but didn't let go of it.
"I need the records of the Eternals as you know them," the Holy Lord said calmly. "All of them."
Without asking any further questions, Reed granted the highest level of access, exported the entire archive of Eternal Race-related documents accumulated by the Illuminati over the years, and transferred it to a transfer port: "Need a carrier?"
"Need not."
Wanda walked over to Shendu, palm up, red magic gathering in her hand, directly enveloping the data and taking it back. The process was clean and efficient, without any unnecessary movements.
Thanos glanced at the wall, then turned his head back. His current situation was somewhat delicate. He was on the side of the Holy Lord, but the Illuminati also recognized him. Maria Rambo's gaze swept over him several times, each time with a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
Thanos pretended not to see it.
Captain Carter finally spoke: "You took the file, and then what?"
"That's all." The Holy Lord stood up from his chair, stretched his shoulders, and said, "I'll take what I want. You continue to maintain your cosmic order and not interfere with each other."
"Charles————"
"He bumped into me on his own," the Holy Lord interrupted her, his tone completely flat. "I told him not to be nervous when I came in."
Captain Carter shut his mouth and said nothing more. There was no room for argument; it was the truth. Charles's death was neither premeditated nor foreseen. He deliberately touched something he shouldn't have, and this was the result.
Reed stared at the screen, the data running, the progress bar advancing step by step. His mind was processing several things simultaneously: what was the upper limit of this person's power? The Celestial Judge Aristham was dead, and the Illuminati's highest alert was still hanging in the air, but the target of that alert was sitting in their hall with his legs crossed, waiting for the data to be processed, showing no intention of making a move.
Interestingly, this is actually the most unsettling thing today.
"What's your name?" Reed asked the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord did not answer, but Wanda said coldly from the side, "You are not worthy to know the master's name."
Reed ignored Wanda's disdain for him and silently wrote down the words "Wanda's master".
Six hours is the absolute limit for solving the task, but the Holy Lord didn't rush him or wander around the hall. He just sat in that chair, occasionally saying a few words to Wanda, but his voice was not loud and the content was not clear.
Wanda sat on the steps next to the Holy Lord's chair, took out the crystal from Aristom and looked at it in the light for a while, then put it back, took it out again, and put it back again, as if she were playing with an ordinary decorative stone.
Black Bolt finally couldn't help but speak. He walked over and stopped five steps away from Shendu, bowing slightly: "The Celestials have other members in our universe. If you need relevant information—"
"No need." The Holy Lord interrupted without looking at him, "I will take care of them when it is their turn to die."
Black Bolt took a step back. The other party's aura was so strong that he couldn't lift his head, so he simply stopped talking.
Five and a half hours later, the progress bar was full.
Reed printed out the coordinates and handed them over. He had specifically chosen paper; it felt more solid to hold than a holographic screen, though he couldn't explain why.
The Holy Lord took it, glanced at it, folded it up, and handed it to Wanda.
"Does the data include the locations of existing members of the Eternals?"
“It’s part,” Reed explained, “incomplete. The Eternals are secretive, and what we’ve tracked is just the tip of the iceberg.”
That's enough.
Shendu stood up and walked towards the door, his steps neither hurried nor slow. Thanos pushed aside the wall and followed. Wanda walked half a step to Shendu's left, neither ahead nor behind.
As they approached the door, the Holy Lord stopped without turning around: "Tell the guardians of this universe that a new order begins today, and your king has appeared."
The voice wasn't loud; it echoed briefly in the hall before dissipating, but the words lingered in the ears of everyone present.
A blue light appeared, and the three disappeared.
The hall was silent for about ten seconds; no one moved.
Finally, Maria Rambo withdrew the energy from her hands, took a deep breath, sat down on the steps beside her, and buried her face in her palms. The suffocation she had just experienced had almost made her gasp for breath, especially with Wanda. She vaguely felt that she might die at Wanda's hands without any ability to resist.
Captain Carter rested his shield against his leg, looked at Charles's still-tilted wheelchair, and said nothing.
Reed sat back down at the console, reviewed the day's events from beginning to end, opened the log file, and began typing.
The Illuminati has always recorded all kinds of supernatural threats, and each supernatural threat has a corresponding level classification, from cosmic level to planetary level, and files and archives them. However, as for the fact that the Holy Lord appeared here today, this person who easily killed the Celestials, he did not know how to classify it.
He paused for a long time in the threat level column, finally sighed and filled in two words:
unknown.