Chapter 974
Chapter 974 - 960: Are they a good match?
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The earth was crumbling, the world was being shattered.
In an instant, the Crystal Forest turned into a ground covered with debris, accompanied by a surge of scorching red light, and the sea of blood was directly vaporized.
The colossal war effigy, ironically named "Peacekeeper."
"If I kill all my opponents, won’t that bring peace?"
While reviewing this data, Lu Ping’an joked.
But perhaps, that was the true essence of this design philosophy.
A faint golden light radiated around the massive figure, and an eerie divine might gathered upon it.
Vajra, destruction, peace, expulsion—each of the Feather Tribe’s runes appeared on its vast form.
"...Primary destruction target, termination..."
When it finished reading "evolution" for the fourth phase transition, the giant, whose pupils emitted divine light, was no longer an inanimate object.
"Divine Realm? How is that possible?"
Two Rule-level strongmen exclaimed in shock... just like Lu Ping’an did at the time.
Was it borrowed authority of a deity? Had they really communicated with a deity to borrow its will or even more brutally, killed a Quasi-God to remodel it in this way?
The answer was meaningless; the outcome alone was already enough.
Victims have no say, and there are no instruction manuals... but that faint golden light easily expelled all crystals and the sea of blood, demonstrating the "quality" oppression of a superior being.
This was Deity-level power, opening a divine realm of a grand scale, at least the strength of a Semi-God level...
"....Such a thing, available for purchase with money, is a bit outrageous!"
"Actually, under normal circumstances, it’s not possible to buy it with money—it’s a city’s ultimate weapon. But how should I put it, after the breakup of a certain major nation, weren’t nuclear weapons still circulating in the black market, and those once-state treasures—warships, tanks—eventually sold for the price of scrap iron....."
Weapons themselves may not be allowed for trade, but control rights can indeed be transacted... uh, outsourced for management.
Lu Ping’an spent very little money (in fact, he didn’t spend any at all; he received more from others than he spent) to obtain the control rights of this thing, and when he turned it into part of the "park facilities," even he found it difficult to keep a straight face.
But now, when this thing was truly activated, certain individuals were definitely going to be held accountable... It’s one thing to sell it as scrap iron, but if that sold "scrap iron" actually fires, that’s quite another matter.
Another holy light swept past, further dispersing the domains of the two Rule-level entities.
When it detected the opponent as a so-called "primary target," the God Statue began to expel other "rules" from the root.
This was not so-called "purification" or "expulsion" abilities; it was merely a superior divine power taking over the space and kicking out the lower-level powers.
Just as Big Cat repeatedly told Lu Ping’an, don’t mess with rules unless you’re Decree-level, or you can be annihilated in an instant... before the pure crushing superiority spanning too many levels, in front of this kind of wide-ranging compulsory power, you won’t even have the chance to use your abilities!
Now, the same scene unfolded; before this faint divine might, the two Rule-level beings found it extremely difficult to even move a step.
This was the true foundation of a strong race... their cities and civilians could indulge in peace, but their "weapons of destruction" had to be sufficiently deterrent!
Divine light swept across, the crimson golden laser burned the earth, and Zhao Yan died yet another time.
"....Let me see how many lives you have left to squander....." This scene allowed Lu Ping’an to enjoy his afternoon tea even more cheerfully.
Another death occurred.
The Peacekeeper wasn’t always this powerful; in the fierce battle just a few hours prior, it was merely slightly larger than a Holy Image.
But as the war escalated, as the number of threats on the battlefield increased, as the city’s destruction worsened, its internal activation conditions were triggered one by one... Simply put, it completed its "warm-up."
This was an inevitable step for an ultimate weapon; if deities truly attacked, it would unlock everything immediately, but "just two Rule-levels" required sufficient threats, sufficient losses, and enough sin to launch this final phase.
The Holy Image in God-annihilation mode would become a one-time "disposable," but before its complete self-destruction, it was an unstoppable threat.
And this Holy Image wasn’t their only threat, not even the biggest one.
On the outskirts of the battlefield, the military and peace officers hadn’t given up their duties.
They had set up their formations, prepared their weapons and equipment, and were observing on the periphery of the battlefield... They were waiting for further changes in the battle.
In the sky and on the ground, metallic War Beasts kept appearing—those were the "antiques" forgotten in warehouses, barracks, and even kitchens.
Even the "old relic" inside the An Nan Museum was forcibly conscripted by the Public Security Bureau, and directly dispatched to the battlefield.
Each seemingly useless trench was covered in dust-laden, eerie Runes, whose faint golden light ensured any Extraordinary that charged towards them would enjoy a head-on heavy blow.
Every moment, who knew what absurd things would be dug up; every moment, more warriors from the Feather Tribe headed to the frontline... some hurried over in time, some unearthed armor from their ancestors, practiced a little, and then went off to the battlefield to make up numbers.
The Holy Image glowed and heated up, growing stronger each moment before it headed for its demise... this was still the case even though it faced what it was least good at: an opponent with ultra-small size and ultra-Regeneration abilities.
It would probably have been a slap that killed other "single-life" non-Life system Rule-level entities early on.
But from another angle, if it were a Runner-level Rule-level, it would have been long gone by now... the excellent maneuverability of Blood Feast couldn’t unfold on a battlefield that had become a "Holy Domain."
"They, they originally had the chance to escape..."
The predicament of Zhao Yan and Sun Yi ultimately came from dragging each other down.
At the initial moment, if they had let go of each other or even cooperated to escape, there was a chance to flee the city, which was already beginning to fortify itself.
Both sides saw each other as mortal enemies, the only and greatest threat, leading to both being dragged to their doom.
"... What’s all this for?"
The one continuously sighing was a "bloodied person" in an alley.
Chi Shengzi Dao Zhong, after going through Death and fanaticism, suddenly came to his senses while watching more Feather Tribe people surround him.
He had no subordinates left—all of them had fought to the death in fanaticism and hatred, and then bit off a piece of flesh from Zhao Yan before dying...
"This is wrong, this is wrong, this is not our Blood Feast, when did we ever..."
Scared awake, Dao Zhong finally noticed that something was amiss.
People of Blood Feast shouldn’t be so selfless, nor would they go insane because of the death of comrades, not even to the extent of risking their lives despite the sadness of injury to their own kind.
"... Our emotions are off..."
So, right before his doom, the awakened him also used an Avatar... but this time, to escape from a Rule-level entity, perhaps what he left in place was the larger "true self."
That pool of blood, traveling through the familiar underground pipelines, escaped the encirclement just before the "Holy Light" extended all the way to the underground.
Now, looking at his two colleagues who were still in trouble, the rage that he once couldn’t quell vanished without a trace, leaving only a chill.
"This isn’t right, this isn’t right..."
Finally, he came to his senses and inexplicably thought of Zhao Yan’s "sophistry."
"Mr. An Nan... no, An Nan... something is off, no! We’ve only known each other for such a short time; even if he showed us kindness, how could we respect and trust him so much..."
Confused and deceived, when a person finally wakes up, their first reaction is often shock—how they could have fallen for such a "simple" trick and overlooked so many obvious discrepancies.
"... An Nan is also an outsider, arriving even later than us, he is..."
"Hehe, that’s right, he came for you guys."
The familiar voice, with its characteristic pre-emptive chuckling, the gentle tone that used to warm him, now sent him plummeting into an icehouse.
"... Sure enough, what’s meant to come for me won’t let me be..."
The "blood person" turned and saw a familiar silhouette, but it wasn’t the familiar one... instead, it was a Human.
A species he was familiar with but a face completely unknown to him.
The "homeland person" he thought he wouldn’t encounter for the rest of his life except for his partners in Blood Feast.
Dao Zhong exhaled and slowly turned around, his face filled with dismay.
In that split second of turning, his middle-aged face aged rapidly, all at once as if centuries had passed.
What had to come, came after all—it was karma, retribution, fate, or perhaps just what he deserved...
He shivered and finally squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
"I... we just want to live well, can you let me go? I’m willing to offer up..."
But the young man opposite him laughed as if he had just heard something laughable.
"That’s a tough joke to laugh at... hey, Blood Feast, have you asked the 370,000 people of Xiachuan City if they want to live? Have you asked them if they want to live?"
"Want to live a good life? You, do you deserve it?"
— End of Chapter 974 —