Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Hextech slapped his forehead.

So that's how it is. To get shopping opportunities in the store, you have to complete the main quest.

Because his character is in the center of the map and hasn't returned to town, he can't shop.

This is a characteristic of the Howling Abyss map.

Why does it have to make sense in such a bizarre way here?

Furthermore, Hextech ARAM does not have a main story mission.

Could this main quest be the main quest for the Hell Invasion?

He looked up at the ceiling.

He has to escape; he absolutely has to escape.

But in the game Hell Invasion, this is just a level-based map.

But things will definitely be different when they become reality from a game.

He didn't know the escape route, nor how many guards were outside.

According to the original plot, the gates of hell should have opened a day later, with a large number of monsters invading the underground base. The guards would have been too busy to defend themselves, allowing the protagonist to escape in the chaos and meet a key character who would help him escape.

But the gates of hell have not yet been opened, and Manchester has not been shrouded in hell.

The good news is that the city is not under lockdown, so he can escape.

The bad news is that the underground laboratory was intact, but there are countless guards outside.

The prerequisite is that he can break out of this underground base first.

Hextech's eyes lit up as he looked at the corpse of the guard he had killed on the ground.

Alternatively, create chaos and take advantage of the confusion.

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Frankenstein's laboratory was disguised on the ground as a villa located in the northern part of Manchester's Upper East Side.

This place is a quiet and secluded spot, and it belongs to the Frankenstein family as their private property.

No one would have guessed that beneath this seemingly ordinary villa lies a vast and secretive experimental base.

Of course, in an era where religious law superseded national law, conducting unauthorized human research was a capital offense.

However, Canon law is Canon law, and a bishop is a bishop.

The Frankenstein family has been Jesuits for generations.

Sir Frankenstein of this generation also had an excellent relationship with the Jesuit bishop, the largest church in Manchester. Given Frankenstein's power and status in Manchester, no one dared to break into his residence to investigate.

At that moment, a car slowly drove across the intersection and came to a steady stop in front of the mansion.

Three fully armed men in black, wearing tactical helmets and carrying submachine guns, got off the vehicle first and stood respectfully on either side.

The passenger door opened, and a tall woman with neat short black hair and sunglasses stepped out.

She wore a red bodysuit, her figure was perfect, and she looked like the most dazzling socialite at a high-society party.

Yet, in every gesture, he exudes the sharp aura unique to warriors; the interplay of these two qualities creates a captivating and deadly charm.

The woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of cold, gray eyes.

The mansion's main gate opened with a bang, and a bald, middle-aged man in a white uniform stumbled out, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Ms. Al Thani, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!" he said, bowing his head.

"I am Vinard, the deputy director of the Frankenstein Laboratory."

He couldn't help but be nervous; the person in front of him was a big shot from the United Front.

Also a bloodthirsty executor with hands stained with blood—

Aida Al Thani.

"Mr. Vinard." Ida smiled and gave a slight bow, her tone full of elegance. This gesture made her figure even more eye-catching, and combined with her exotic Middle Eastern heritage, she attracted even more attention.

Vinard didn't even dare to glance out of the corner of his eye.

This woman is a notorious female assassin in the United Front.

"And Sir Frankenstein?" Ida asked, getting straight to the point.

"The Jazz are conducting experiments underground," Vinard whispered.

"Why isn't he showing up?" A gunman in black beside him asked casually, yet with a menacing air about him.

"Has he forgotten that today is the day the United Front is here to inspect the meta-Christian matrix?"

"I'm sorry! Sir has already instructed me to handle this matter." Vinard didn't dare to delay and quickly led the way.

"I'll take you downstairs right away!"

Ada was too lazy to waste words with this powerless deputy director.

As one of the twenty-two executives of the United Front, she knew the base better than Vinard, because the experimental base was established with the support of the United Front.

Frankenstein was a local strongman in Manchester and held the title of Earl in the United Kingdom of England. However, he was obsessed with forbidden scientific research. In order to avoid the Church's investigation and to obtain more research resources, he cooperated with the infamous United Front to jointly develop blasphemous creations that were strictly prohibited by the Papacy.

—The matrix of the original Christ.

The cooperation model is very simple.

The United Front provided funding and security, while Frankenstein provided technology, venues, and facilitated connections.

Through this cooperation, the two sides have created the first generation of the original Christ matrix for the United Front, codenamed G Element.

G stands for God.

The first-generation G-Element granted the core combat force of the United Front extraordinary abilities, which greatly pleased the United Front's commander.

Therefore, both sides strengthened their cooperation and accelerated the development of the second-generation G substrate.

The group entered the mansion, and all the guards along the way saluted Ada respectfully. They then entered a hidden elevator and began to descend underground.

"The Chairman is very satisfied with the effects of the first-generation G-Element," Ada said.

"But why can't the Jazz produce a finished product with the second-generation G matrix?"

"The second-generation G substrate has undergone extensive iterations based on the first generation." Vinard was sweating profusely.

"The jazz incorporates entirely new technology, but its stability is extremely poor."

The laboratory's security personnel were almost all from the United Front, and its funding was entirely provided by them. The laboratory had long been under the United Front's partial control, and he dared not hide anything from them.

He couldn't afford to offend either Sir Frankenstein or the United Front executive.

"What's the mortality rate?" Ida raised an eyebrow.

"Fifty percent," Vinard whispered.

"What about the mutation rate?" Ada raised an eyebrow.

"Forty-nine percent."

Ada nodded slightly: "So, the success rate is only one percent?"

The elevator slowly came to a stop, the doors opened, and a long, dark corridor appeared before us.

Vinard nodded with a bitter expression: "It's not even one percent."

"Out of more than 600 test subjects, only one has been successful so far."

"Oh?" A hint of interest flashed in Ada's eyes. "Looks like a surprise."

"Take me to see him."

After passing through a long corridor, the group arrived at a heavy door locked with iron chains and steel.

Vinard took out a metal key and laboriously unlocked the door, and the group filed in.

This is a one-way observation room, with glaring incandescent lights illuminating the entire space, and a huge, thickened glass partition in the very center.

Inside the cubicle, a blonde little girl dressed in a simple white cloth coat was timidly holding a cloth rabbit, sitting on a small bed.

Ida walked over slowly and quietly looked at the little girl behind the glass.

The little girl seemed to sense the commotion outside and slowly raised her head to look in Ida's direction.

"It's one-way glass; she can't hear or see us," Vinard explained from the side.

"It's like she can 'see' us," Ida suddenly said.

"That's the power she's awakened," Vinard said.

"Ability? Similar to a holy talisman?" Ada became even more curious.

"The original form of the Holy Regalia was the talents that Jesus Christ bestowed upon the thirteen apostles," Vinard said.

Ada paused for a moment, then a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"That madman Frankenstein has given me a wonderful surprise."

"If the church finds out, he and the Frankenstein family will be wiped out."

Holy Scrolls are special superpowers, obtainable only by clergy. They have always been a technology exclusive to the Church and the foundation of its rule. Any individual or force that dares to covet Holy Scrolls will be subject to extermination.

"What is her talent?" Ida asked.

"Her mental strength is extremely strong; she can sense our presence through glass," Vinard said.

"It can even establish a mental connection."

"We call this ability—soul empathy."

"She can not only read thoughts, but also influence other people's minds."

"It can even—" He couldn't finish his sentence, his face turning deathly pale.

"What's wrong?" Ida looked at Vinard in surprise.

At that moment, a clear, crisp little girl's voice rang in Ida's mind.

"Big sister, can you take me away from this place?"

Ada was startled, and only then did she understand what Vinard meant by "soul empathy".

However, besides her surprise, she was mostly curious, so she silently asked in her mind, "What's your name?"

"Sister, aren't you afraid of me?" The little girl's voice instantly turned joyful.

"My name is Emily."

"Why should I be afraid of you?" Ada replied calmly.

"You are clearly a treasure bestowed upon humanity by God."

"Everyone is afraid of me," Emily said, her voice tinged with grievance.

"My uncles have locked me in this little room. I'm so lonely, sister."

Ada's interest grew even stronger: "I can take you out."

"Really!" Emily was overjoyed.

"But—" Ada's mood suddenly calmed down.

"You must promise me that you won't use your abilities to spy on me or influence me."

A moment of silence.

The next second, Emily's voice suddenly turned cold and harsh, piercing directly into Ada's mind: "So defensive, huh?"

"They're always on guard against me, an innocent little girl like me."

"No wonder she's a woman who gained status by being with older men."

"By the way, how many old men have you been with, fifty, or a hundred?"

"Hahahaha!"

This disgusting provocation did not change Ada's expression in the slightest; on the contrary, it brought her interest to its peak.

"I can peek into some people's memories, but unfortunately I don't have the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood," Ada replied calmly.

"That part of my memory was just a test of your abilities."

"Since you want to see into my heart, then I'll show you." Ada released her inner shackles.

Ada revealed a portion of Emily's true dark memories.

Emily then fell silent.

In real life, Emily let out a scream, dropped the little rabbit, and hid in a corner, covering her head, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Don't think that just because you've mastered this little bit of mental power, you can manipulate people's hearts at will," Ada said softly as she walked to the glass.

"And never underestimate the darkness in an adult's heart; you have a long way to go."

Ada turned to Vinard: "She's very good."

Vinard was already covered in sweat and his face was deathly pale.

Emily's telepathy is collective; while she was having a telepathic conversation with Ada, she was also constantly sending sharp sarcasm into Vinard's mind, tearing at his inner weaknesses.

If he hadn't gotten used to it, he would have run away long ago.

"She can not only sense and connect," Vinard said, supporting his head in pain.

"It can also accurately pinpoint the scars and darkness in everyone's heart, tormenting them repeatedly."

"We can only take turns guarding the area; no one can withstand this kind of psychological attack for long."

Just then, beep beep beep—

A strange alarm sounded, and the isolation door slammed shut.

Three men in black quickly cocked their guns and aimed them at Vinard: "A trap?!"

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, Vinard immediately covered his head with his hands, crying, "It wasn't me!!!"

"What happened?" Ada gestured to the three of them not to act rashly.

Vinard was even more terrified: "I don't know, this is a level three alert."

"This means the experimental subject has gone out of control!"