Chapter 1338 - 1025: After the Great Wave

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1025: After the Great Wave

Outside Iron Flame City, beyond the barrier of the threshold of ten thousand eyes, behind a low hill.

Foster, holding a double-barreled shotgun, lay on a tarpaulin, looking out at the distant situation, while Gregory sat idly on the ground, plucking wild grass.

The wild grass and flowers, with their sharp teeth, bit at his fingers as soon as they left the ground, but his fingernails opened their mouths in turn, starting to bite the plucked wild flowers.

"What are you doing?" Foster asked curiously, turning his head.

The old man thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Lately I’ve been eating only meat, so I’m replenishing some vitamins."

"Uh, does Hell have this stuff?"

"Look, they’re growing so robustly, they probably do, right?"

Gregory was uncertain too. After eating several, he remarked, "Should’ve brought the sheep over, don’t know how they’re doing in the Caucasus."

"You raise sheep?"

"Yes, many, quite stress-relieving. By the way, don’t you raise anything on the Iron Crystal Throne?"

"We do, but they’re all experimental animals, can’t eat them, and they’re all in sterile rooms, can’t touch them randomly." Foster shook his head and lamented, "The cafeteria’s lamb tastes awful, too much salt, eating too much gives you high blood pressure."

"That’s miserable for you."

"Isn’t it? The boss is severely depressed, colleagues want to drag you to drink strange teas every day, sometimes there are a few normal people, but they don’t react to women, eyes light up when seeing Hell creatures... everyone’s got issues."

"Want to come relax with me and herd sheep?" Gregory suggested, "Camping is quite relaxing."

"No, if I have a vacation, I usually spend it in Hawaii."

Foster lit a cigar, his eyebrows dancing as he said, "Beach, beauties, wine, and surfboards—I can spend a whole month there."

"Having muscles is great."

The skinny old man glanced at the muscular captain, "For me, camping is still more..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

An inexplicable dread surged up his spine, making the old man bounce off the ground like a monkey, tense all over, staring wide-eyed into the distance.

Then, he saw the pillar of light rising to the sky, the roar of air waves, and the swiftly spreading blaze.

The earth trembled, like it was roaring—no, more like it was wailing.

A desperate scream!

Soon after, visible waves appeared from the edge of the land, with countless soil and stones rising and falling like tides, turning into surges, spreading in all directions.

In its wake, everything fragile—buildings, crowded plantations, forests, or any other insignificant thing—were engulfed like dust in the waves, swept into the wind, flying afar.

In a brief moment, accompanied by terrifying air waves, towering waves hundreds of meters high spread from the earth.

"What the hell is that?"

Gregory screamed, craning his neck, "What the hell is it?"

"... It’s a wave, Greg."

In a brief daze, Foster suddenly felt like he was fourteen again, turning into the boy on the beach that year.

Holding a surfboard, gazing into the distance, his eyes were filled with those surging waves.

His heart was filled with longing.

He said, "The big wave is here!"

With a speed difficult to discern by the naked eye, the captain quickly gathered his tarpaulin and shotgun, turned around, and pulled the alchemist’s collar, sprinting towards the truck behind.

"Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster!!!!"

Red Dragon roared, the heavy gate falling behind them, followed immediately by Red Dragon’s wheels reversing, all fuel filling the jet engine, spewing out hot tail flames in the roar.

"Everyone, buckle up your seat belts!"

Red Dragon kept urging, "Prepare for impact!"

"The armor can’t hold? We’re at least ten kilometers from the core!"

"Ten kilometers is useless!"

Red Dragon screamed, "Radar detects the explosion center, the energy level has surged above fourteen thousand tons equivalency... damn it, is this wiping out friend and foe alike?"

Before he finished speaking, the speeding Red Dragon was overturned by the shockwave.

Like a dead leaf floating in the hurricane, awkwardly flipping, only hearing countless high-pitched collision sounds erupting, amidst the gigantic friction noises, countless debris flew from the explosion center, leaving deep scratches on the armor.

Through the violently spinning window, Foster even saw half a gigantic demon dragon skull dragging its scorched remains, flying past in the wind and disappearing.

The hurricane howled, the earth trembled.

They fell to the ground, there should have been a loud crash, but all sound was blown away by the storm. Only the mystic ritual on the vehicle continuously collapsing and reorganizing, barely maintaining the vehicle’s integrity.

After an unknown time, the raging storm finally slowly ceased.

When they crawled out of the vehicle, covered in dust, they could no longer see the outline of Iron Flame City, only a huge crater appeared on the surface.

Countless melted metals showered from the sky like torrential rain.

On the collapsed volcano, remnants of fire burst forth, viscous lava flowing like blood.

Under the dim sky dome, no enemies were visible anymore.

An entire Hell Village had flown into the sky, scattered far and wide.

In the explosion’s center, a damaged steel dome even connected along Hell’s Ladder, after crossing two depths, plunged into another hell’s wilderness.

During the explosion, the dazzling light was observable even in Current Circumstances!

Not to mention, now sealed around this depth by the Hell Legion!

Outside the Thunderclap White Plains, among countless throngs, a dull sound emanated from a massive Alchemy Furnace.

Along with the perpetual motion of the black liquid, a pale face resembling a corpse gradually surfaced in the viscous fluid, with shattered souls reuniting under the allure of a Mystic Ritual, raising bloodshot eyes and revealing a savage grin.

He Di is reborn.

In the instant his eyes opened, he recalled the humiliating memories before his death, unable to restrain the fury that surged at this moment.

"Huai Shi—"

Suppressing the urge to roar, he squeezed out words from between gritted teeth, hoarsely commanding: "Sound the horns, order all Legions to encircle immediately!"

"Advance into the Thunderclap White Plains!"

"Deploy the Destructive Colossus, leave not a single grass or tree!"

Thus, in the darkness, countless deep echoes emerged, a tide fashioned from innumerable footsteps converging into one entity, ready to engulf everything.

At this moment, within the Thunderclap White Plains.

On scorched earth enveloped by Burning Wind, a bare foot stood upon the searing ground.

A survivor looked down upon the hellscape he had created.

"Bravo!"

Huai Shi placed his hands on his hips, nodding with a sigh: "I’ve wanted to do this for ages!"

On his face, scorched flesh swiftly peeled away, while on the skeletal arm, flesh regrew rapidly, once more flawless.

As he extended a hand, an iron crow emerged from the Ruins, offering a cigarette from its long beak.

Casually grasped in his hand, it brushed against a strip of crimson Burning Wind, igniting instantly.

Soon, a thread of smoke ascended.

Such ease.

As if on a spring excursion.

It was clear that He Di truly spared no expense in capturing him, using Miracle Imprints capable of imprisoning the Titan to seal his Stigmata, confining him within, along with the Blade of Judgement suppressing his rebellion, plus dozens of Mystic Ritual layers inside and outside for blockade, flawless indeed.

Thanks to the solidity of the Underworld cage, Huai Shi could remain completely unharmed at the center of that horrific explosion.

However, after enduring the first wave of the most terrifying heat and shock wave, what remained was merely confronting them head-on with his vitality.

Fortunately, the vacuum and subsequent shock only took away half his life, without completely evaporating him.

At most, it left him with no pants or clothes to wear.

Yet, others may not have been so lucky.

"My treasures!!!"

Beside Huai Shi, behind a cracked stone block, a mutilated and bloodied worm crawled out, unable to restrain a scream of despair upon witnessing the gruesome scene.

Zim cried out with anguish, "My castle, my workshop, my collection, my money!!!"

"Don’t worry."

Huai Shi flicked ash from his cigarette, comforting, "What you lost merely adopted a new way to stay by your side."

"A new... way?"

Zim stared blankly, his expression twitching, not comprehending who this person was or what had happened.

"Yes, precisely, think about it: it’s because they sacrificed themselves, offered their existence, to obtain that brilliant light just now, isn’t it?

Can you guess what this is called?"

Zim was bewildered.

"This is called illuminating oneself to light up the world!" Huai Shi praised, "Such a precious belief is indeed an irreplaceable spiritual wealth, certain to accompany you throughout your life—"

Saying this, Huai Shi patted his broken head, gently comforting, "Although your life might not last very long..."

Next, before the wounded Crowned could react, sharp Grudge pierced from top to bottom through his skull, pinning him to the ground, instantly destroying the last soul.

What remained was the residual body replete with countless disasters from Abyss.

Should one say: worthy of the Crowned?

When Huai Shi wandered the battlefield, he discovered that except for the guy who only knew how to split and play with poison, every other fellow unexpectedly survived the center of the explosion.

Though they all seemed to be breathing in but not out...

"One, two, three, four, five."

Huai Shi lifted his hand, swiftly pinning them one by one to the ground, encircling the pool of surging metallic lake.

When the new Mystic Ritual unfurled again, it formed a perfect circle.

The destruction of an entire Hell Village to cultivate resistance against the Abyss, get!

Offerings of more than four Naming Givers to bestow upgrade resistance to the Abyss, get!

A massive quantity of metal and heat as materials to metamorphose a new shell, get!

At the same time, a life-and-death war until total annihilation of one side matched the Road of Eternity’s framework and theme, get!

All conditions required for advancement were gathered.

So, now comes the problem...

"Where’s Raymond?"

Huai Shi surveyed the scene around, perplexed: "Where did Raymond go?"

He stroked his head, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.