Chapter 1340 - 1036: I Am Already Unmatched in the World..._2

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1036: I Am Already Unmatched in the World..._2

Thus, only then are you qualified to board the Holy Ship!

At the moment the mummy formed, far away in the Town of Dusk, the unfinished Heavenly Prison Fortress suddenly trembled violently, and bright flames burned at its resurrected core.

Dozens of radiant beams flew out from there, instantly traversing great depths, descending upon the mummy here, surrounding Raymond’s shell, forming a solemn iron coffin, like a ship, carrying him drifting on the River Styx.

On the surface of the iron coffin, everything that merged into the Iron Lake’s swarm transformed into layered reliefs, with five faces, each showing the countenance of a Crowned.

In the swift-flowing River Styx, the iron coffin drifted, moving faster and faster, as if engulfing the projection of this River Styx, quickly growing, revealing the outline of a majestic ship.

In the darkest projection of Styx Hell, a beam of light quietly appeared.

The fierce light symbolizing the Sun.

Illuminating into Hell.

And then, the sky broke!

With the thunderous roar breaking from the depths, countless cracks appeared in the Sky Dome of Thunderclap White Plains, pairs of eyes emerged from behind the fissures, grimly spying.

And at the end of the land, legion after legion surged like tides, overwhelming everything toward this place.

This projection is so realistic.

Even Huai Shi couldn’t see any falseness!

"Could it be the legendary Heavenly Demon stealing the path? How cool!" Huai Shi exclaimed, "Is this the kind of spectacle in the advancement on the Road of Eternity?"

"No, I guess... this probably has nothing to do with Raymond."

Foster’s keen eyesight immediately saw the rear of the array, He Di in the chariot, whose face was full of malice and killing intent.

The Old Sailor awkwardly coughed:

"Either they’re organizing a spring outing and happened to pass by, or they’re here specifically to mess with you—"

With his words, at the horizon’s end, the surging tide continued to spread, the countless figures turned into boundless gray and black, shutting off all exits of Thunderclap White Plains, advancing step by step covering over here.

And above the shattered Sky Dome, gigantic figures slowly appeared, squeezing into this narrow hell.

Under the attraction of the Mystic Ritual, a Destructive Colossus descended from the sky, the death giant made of Iron Stone towering hundreds of meters high, wholly blue-black, three sharp halos crisscrossing and overlapping above its head.

Behind it, two dark wings unfolded.

Where it passed, under the halo’s coverage, the earth shook violently, countless dirt and stones rolled out to the sides. Like a giant moving mountains, it descended here, ravaging the already tormented land.

Before that, innumerable arrow-like rain and fierce light had already descended from the sky.

Covering every inch of land densely.

Saturated strikes!

Gregory’s face was pale, the shackles formed by the Original Soup on his wrist vanished, replaced by two rows of complex ancient tattoos.

At this moment, miracles sealed within the tattoos were consuming at a visible speed. An ancient weathered Lighthouse rose from the ground, burning brightly, turning all attacks into phantoms.

Yet in the distance, endless crowds were still surging, seemingly inexhaustible.

Overwhelmingly covering everything.

"This spectacle, even the Fifth Stage can’t enjoy, right?"

Foster fiercely puffed on his cigar, took out the Double-Barreled Shotgun, counted the bullets—only to find such a spectacle, someone like him specialized in survival and ambush as well as assassination was completely useless!

"I have to say, although having pursuers was expected... this speed and quantity of response are totally unexpected."

Huai Shi was already completely numb.

How many people did He Di summon to mess with him?

Just the Hell Swarm currently observable already numbers no less than ten thousand, right? Not to mention those super-sized war machines gradually squeezing into this hell...

Everyone’s expressions gradually stiffened.

Unable to understand, why is it when they’re merely here in hell to steal a watermelon, someone has to bring cannon fire?

Is it really necessary!

Their gaze at Huai Shi became especially strange:

—What on earth did you do? To have so many enemies in hell?

"Um... Huai Shi, could you perform that again..." Foster looked expectantly at the young man behind him: "You know, that... the one that explodes?"

He gestured a BOOM.

"Bomb?" Huai Shi asked.

"Yes, yes, that’s it!" Foster’s eyes lit up: "Once more!"

"I wish I could..."

Huai Shi sighed with his face in his hands.

You really think that kind of thing can be set off casually?

Just to create such a large metal bomb, he burned more than half of the Source Crystals looted and the supplies Red Dragon had stored, besides utilizing the curses and molten steel accumulated for hundreds of years at Thunderclap White Plains, finally throwing in more than half a city and most of the swarms into the pot, surpassing half the Ravens resurrected, to brew such a big explosion.

Even if he wanted to make another one, he would need another patsy to cover the cost, right?

Otherwise, who would he bomb?

Bomb himself?

"Then what to do?"

Foster took out Les Misérables, the mosaic wolfdog’s image appeared on the title page: "How about, I summon the wolfdog? It’s just gone through Metamorphosis recently, a bit aggressive."

"Hold on, let me try again."

Huai Shi shook his head.

For now, he could only try his best to maneuver.

He braced himself, poking his head out from behind cover.

And then, lifted both hands, making a gesture of surrender, squeezing out an extremely sincere smile: "Hold on, He Di, I think there’s a small misunderstanding between us that needs clearing up..."

"Do you see him? That’s the naked guy."

Within the army on the chariot, He Di raised his hand expressionlessly, pointing at Huai Shi, ordering the war giants behind him: "Shoot him to death!"

In the next moment, the war giants roared.

Hundreds of meters high metal giants rose into the air, the halo above their heads bursting with scorching light, and next, the chest opened wide, within the giant eye, a light of destruction burst forth, enough to pierce through numerous city walls!

Meanwhile, behind the Lighthouse, the Underworld’s phantom shattered, accompanied by the explosion of the metal lake, an ancient warship gleaming with golden brilliance emerged from the void.

Deck plates like Dragon Scales, flame-like light surrounded the hull, hundreds of oars on both sides stirring the void, raising layers of water waves.

And at the bow, a crimson Dragon Head appeared ferocious.

In the tide-like Source Fluctuation.

In mythology, once a vessel carrying the original divine power, traversing Chaos, bearing the Sun and miracles of gods reappeared here.

—Sun Boat!

"Do you see it, Huai Shi?!"

On the deck, Raymond rose with his arms folded, feeling the vast power within him, couldn’t help but look up, laughing loudly: "I am now unbeatable—damn, what’s with so many people?"

Before finishing, he saw the overwhelming Hell Swarm in front, and in the distance, the approaching destruction light.

Only had time to curse out a swear word.

And then...

Boom!