When he finally burst through the soil, crawling out from the underground warehouse, he couldn't help but freeze in place.
The once magnificent manor had vanished entirely.
In the midst of the silver rainstorm, only a scene of utter desolation remained, with scarlet flas dancing over the shattered ruins and fragnted corpses strewn across the scorched earth.
And deep within the flas, the sharp sound of steel grinding continually echoed.
A tallic centipede, covered in blood and flesh, coiled around the bell tower. It opened its mandibles, tilted its head back, and devoured a screaming guard, chewing with satisfaction.
Amidst the rolling black smoke, large and small sinister shadows—the chanical monsters cloaked in Blood Flas—prowled in packs, ignoring the maids who knelt on the ground crying in terror. Instead, they dragged out the butler hiding behind a girl, and then the screaming old man was engulfed by the tallic glare.
The monsters pounced, feasting gluttonously.
The apocalyptic scenes unfolded before his eyes.
Ruins Chosen One turned pale and instinctively wanted to dive back underground to flee for his life. But in the last mont, he heard the sharp grinding noise emanating from deep within the flas.
Blades scraped against the ground, sending blood-colored sparks flying.
Pan Ying cried out.
The Dragon Mountain Armor, like a giant iron titan, slowly turned its gaze towards the stunned Ruins Chosen One.
At that mont, the corner of the nacing tal face seed to curl into a grin.
A hungry smile.
And then, there was nothing more.
.
In just three minutes, the manor, turned to complete ruin, returned to silence.
Aside from the sound of tal grinding, only one more voice was heard.
"A little to the left, a little more left, yes, that's it!"
The young man stood atop the highest point of the manor, clutching a hand-drawn blueprint, directing the chanical monsters that moved the debris and corpses, gathering them and placing them according to the markings on the blueprint.
Interlocking and overlapping.
Thus, the scarlet blood spread amongst the black ashes, until finally, two intersecting lines were drawn on the ground.
It looked like a giant "X" mark.
Amidst the busyness, every second counted.
Soon, when the last task was complete, the eyes of the chanical monsters quickly dimd, returning to their original state. Only the many Spirits of Creation from Fly King gathered in the young man's hands.
He placed them inside a bottle.
Yan Fei raised his head and looked towards the dark sky, then lowered his head to check the ti on his phone.
He confird the ti repeatedly.
Until the last second of eleven o'clock silently passed, the screen displayed the ti [12:00].
Without hesitation, the young man pressed down on the detonator he had been fingering for so long in his other hand.
Boom—
Through the clouds, a muffled sound was heard, like the popping of champagne...
Then, the silver-clouded skies violently churned, as if so colossal object descended from the heavens... Accompanied by streaks of silver light opening to the sides, a smoke-billowing Flying Airship plumted from the sky with the midday sun.
There were no wails, no roars.
Only the sharp whistling of the Flying Airship falling amidst the gusting winds.
Trailing streams of fire spewing from its broken fra, it mournfully and clumsily dived towards the ground...
Not long ago, the Flying Airship had just ascended into the sky—now, in an unexpected descent, it returned its owner to a once warm ho.
Sadly, gone were the smiling faces and warm welco of servants and subordinates. Only the ruins remained, a devastated landscape, and on the ground, a final greeting painted with blood and remains...
Inside the cabin, filled with smoke and the scent of flas, the sharp alarm resonated.
Strapped to a fixed seat, the barely alive Mudahka struggled, widening his blood-covered single eye, gun in hand, to make a final stand.
Yet as he looked around in a daze, he couldn't find the enemy.
In his final monts, he raised his head, looking beyond the shattered cabin.
Through the fierce winds, beyond the gradually parting clouds, he saw the manor turned to ruin, all consud by the flas, reduced to ash...
As if he finally understood Ji Jue's intent.
"Bastard, such a small mind."
Through violent coughing, he couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, "All for blowing up just one of your offices?"
Sadly, no one responded.
Amidst the roaring destruction, he saw the intersecting marks on the ground, magnify, magnify, and magnify further... until it perfectly hit the bullseye!
Darkness and flas swept over, engulfing everything.
Boom!!!
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