The Wizard Path From The Simulator Chapter 189 – Chapter 189: Chapter 135 “Immortalized in History?” and “End of the World” (Seeking Subscription)_3

Chapter 189: Chapter 135 “Immortalized in History?” and “End of the World” (Seeking Subscription)_3

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The world seemed to fall silent at this moment.

But George Shaw knew, this bomb was about to explode.

If someone else made such a statement, everyone might brush it off as a joke, but the one saying this was the Chief Councilor of the Federation.

The big screen went dark!

The world had seemingly paused due to Milton Cheney's words.

The sky had suddenly darkened. A rift had appeared in the sky.

“Is that… Subspace?”

George Shaw looked up at the sky, once brilliantly bright was now shrouded in darkness.

Because the Federation strongly promoted Martial Arts and subtly instilled certain concepts into its people, George Shaw knew exactly what the opened rift above his head was.

“Has the apocalypse really come?”

As if to answer his internal question.

The gap in the sky instantly enlarged, and creatures resembling a swarm of bats burst forth in a black surge!

An alarm sounded.

Countless people witnessed this scene, their instinct to survive making them scatter and run for their lives.

George Shaw stood still on the spot, the people brushing past his shoulder in their escape, but he did not move.

Then a flicker before his eyes.

“The Federation's Strategic Center?”

He was somewhat taken aback, had the Strategic Center been preparing for this?

During his moment of daze, a harsh voice rang in his ears.

“Evacuate the civilians, block this Subspace! ”

George Shaw shifted his gaze to the source of the voice, finding a young man even younger than himself.

His arm was slightly pulled the next moment.

He wanted to struggle, but the person pulling his arm was too strong.

“What are you still standing around for? Get the hell out of here!”

A young man coldly commanded.

George Shaw settled his gaze on the young man's face, his pupils constricting.

So young?

Someone his age should have just graduated!

He felt somewhat dazed, the next thing he knew he was being pulled away against his will.

“How many are there now?”

Inside the Battle Command Centre set up by the Federation's Strategic Center, Milton Cheney asked in a gentle voice.

His gaze rested on the big screen of the Battle Command Centre.

“Speaker, 402…403 have been detected so far.”

“How is the Strategic Bureau's deployment going?”

“It's all set, Councilor Yorke personally handled it.”

“The communication must not be interrupted, send a message to Edward

Sullivan to keep the communication going at all costs.” “Understood, Speaker, the message has been sent.”

Earl Lees swiftly swiped across the screen and responded.

“Send a message to the newly formed Second Bureau of Strategy, all members to be dispatched. Even at the cost of their lives, they must block all Subspaces that have appeared within the Federation.”

“Understood, Speaker, the message has been sent.”

Milton Cheney nodded, his gaze still on the big screen in front of him.

The big screen displayed a large Federation map, with countless red dots that were still increasing as time passed by.

A tense atmosphere surrounded the entire Strategic Center.

Time passed, then Milton's eyes suddenly brightened.

A red dot at the center of the big screen in front of him had turned green. This indicated that the Subspace in this area had been cleared.

“Report the casualty numbers!”

“Speaker, the A2 Subspace has been completely cleared, the casualties are still being calculated. ”

Earl Lees immediately spoke up, not pausing the operation in his hands.

“Hurry up!”

“Understood, Speaker.”

As time ticked away second by second, Milton Cheney felt that time had never felt so slow.

“The casualty numbers for the A2 Subspace have been calculated.”

“485 severely injured, 210 lightly injured, the number of dead is… 371.”

A sense of suffocation filled Milton Cheney's heart, but he simply nodded to indicate he understood.

Most of these people had just graduated!

This was definitely trading human lives to block the rifts.

“Speaker, the A2 Subspace was overseen by Councilor Linn. Councilor Linn… sacrificed himself.”

Earl Lees' hands were trembling slightly, and his voice shook a little.

Milton Cheney's heart clenched.

Had Old Linn passed?

The affable old man, he died in this massive invasion from the Alternate World?

The first Sixth Grade Martial Artist from the Federation to be sacrificed.

Saving the world was never mere talk.

The survival of this world from the unknown menace of the Alternate World would cost more than just one or two lives.

“Everyone, observe ten seconds of silence for Henry Linns!”

Milton took a deep breath, suppressing the flame in his heart that was on the verge of erupting, and softly spoke.

The moment he spoke, the Strategy Center fell quiet for ten seconds.

Milton clenched his fists but then relaxed them again.

He knew that he could not intervene to clear the Subspaces at this moment, no matter how many lives were lost, he could not act in person.

“Give the Federation Research Institute whatever they need, tell them to speed up, I must see the slightest hint of the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record within a month!”

Milton ordered.

Earl Lees on the side started operating the comm-board without delay. “Speaker, they want the corpses of all the Subspace creatures.”

“Give them, send a message to the Second Bureau, collect the corpses of the

Subspace creatures and send them to the Research Institute.”

“Speaker, they also want your fresh blood.”

Upon hearing this, Milton rubbed his temples.

What use could his fresh blood be? He had some doubts that the old guys at the Federation Research Institute were fooling him again.

Over the years, how much blood had he given? He hadn't seen even a hair of an Eighth Grade Martial Artist.

However, he still picked up a glass bottle nearby, cut open his palm and started bleeding into it until the bottle was half full.

“Little Six, take this to the Research Institute.”

“Tell them, if they still can't achieve anything this time, they can fucking get lost!”

Milton handed the half-bottle of fresh blood to a person, then spoke.

The person he addressed as Little Six nodded, then left the Strategy Center.

Milton didn't demand to see the path to becoming an Eighth Grade Martial Artist straight away, but at least there should be some hint of it.

How much he had invested in the Research Institute over the years, and they hadn't produced a damn thing!

Time passed, one day, two days, three days.

Milton Cheney neither ate nor slept, constantly staring at the large screen in front of him.

Until half of the red dots on the large screen in front of him had turned green. “Send a message to William Yorke, initiate the next phase of the plan!”

“Bite, bite off a chunk of meat no matter what!”

Milton Cheney spoke fiercely, his eyes cold to the extreme.

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