Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 490 - 275 Terrorist Attack

piu~piu~piu~

A series of bursts, like muffled farts, suddenly erupted from the torrential black rain.

In an instant, Fla Light interlinked like a chain of idioms defying gravity, breaking through the rain curtain, soaring into the sky, and then descending with the torrential black rain!

Just like that, effortlessly crossing countless traps and the maze woven by illusion fog.

Directly hitting the newly renovated observatory!

Exploding into a fierce firework, then another, and another, and another... The earth-shaking terror spread, causing cracks to appear in the large workshop during the intense shock.

Dust fell down.

Scattering on the bewildered face in front of the water mirror.

Helmut remained dazed, eyes wide open, incredulously moving closer.

What the hell? What happened? What the hell are you up to?!

Aren't you a craftsman?

How dare you bring out such a disgraceful Fuel Elent weapon like a rocket launcher?!

Like a young hero having a duel at Mount Heaven, when you stand on the highest peak preparing to show what "one sword from the west, celestial flying immortal" ans, you find your opponent driving a Flying Airship straight at you...

No honor, using deceit and ambush, but more importantly, you ought to show so dignity as a craftsman!!!

Even though every craftsman relies on guns to so extent during their apprenticeship, most craftsn, except those who also study engineering or related fields, don't continue researching this path.

Not just out of disdain for mass-produced products but also because weapons relying on Fuel Elent explosions are very cost-ineffective, devoid of technical content, and extrely easy to defend against...

Even ordinary Ruins Chosen Ones can face small caliber bullets and grenades directly after entering the Transformation Stage, let alone a heavily guarded workshop?

A re Fuel Elent explosion...

If you have the capability, why don't you blow up the entire observatory along with the workshop, otherwise, stop embarrassing yourself.

This level of Fuel Elent weapons is nothing but noise.

Helmut sneered, feeling disappointed in the so-called number one. Like facing a boss with full preparation, only to find out it's a half-dead sli upon entering the door.

Throwing a flirtatious look to a blind person.

Thus, watching coldly as fierce beams of light descended, stirring the air waves, and flas spreading.

Continuous sounds of collapse, even the core area of the workshop started showing cracks.

He waved his hand indifferently, instantly, the workshop walls seed to co alive, self-healing the cracks, the collapsed buildings and debris returned to their original places under gravity.

Except for large patches of charred soil, there was no... no...

At that mont, the disdainful expression froze on his face.

Then, uncontrollably, started twitching!

"...Ji, you little...!"

Within the water mirror projection, as the large flas dissipated, ca bizarre crimson and black streaks, and continuous...

Mutated Pollution alerts from the workshop's periter!

At that mont, as the rocket missiles descended, amidst the turbulent air waves and rampant flas, eerie gray-black traces began spreading on the charred soil, rapidly expanding.

Like living creatures, infiltrating and spreading everywhere...

No, they are living creatures!

With the rocket explosions, its internal cluster bomb structure scattered everywhere, crashing and breaking on the ground. In each thumb-sized alloy container, so filled with sticky black blood, so with fragnts of evil creatures' organs, and others with masses of indistinguishable spores!!!

All ticulously bred by Ji from his mushroom cultivation base—nourished by evil blood, compounded with heavily polluted Mutated Spirit, adapted and cultured generation after generation, ultimately yielding new species.

In the scorching wind, they scattered, took root upon landing, absorbing the spiritual essence around the workshop, parasitizing on the polluted blood and organ fragnts of evil creatures, beginning to grow and spread visibly.

Within re monts, a multitude of bizarrely colored mushrooms sprouted wildly from the soil, proliferating madly.

Even countless, barely visible fungal threads arrived with the wind, infiltrating the workshop.

Although unable to cause imdiate damage and erosion, Helmut could feel the outer Spiritual Circuit of the workshop becoming sluggish and chaotic under the fungal parasite invasion!

Shit!!!

There's shit!!!

Upon realization, Helmut nearly scread aloud, clutching his head.

In terror, his scalp tingled.

Who would bomb shit packages over the wall without even entering the door, and, afraid it wouldn't explode loud and pretty enough, tied it with so firecrackers!!!

Yet, after a salvo, the invader wasn't satisfied, dug out another round of rockets from the box behind, and fired again.

After three rounds, the observatory was in utter ruins, spreading scars of Mutated Pollution, multicolored mushrooms proliferating wildly.

Even the outermost defense shield began showing faint black spots, flashing, barely maintaining.

Like a freak child born from a night of passion between a bio-weapon and an EMP after too much drunkenness.

Under this inhumane bombardnt, the workshop's periter was like being marinated three or four tis with vast quantities of evil flesh and Mutated Pollution, soaked to perfection!

If it weren't isolated from external interference during the duel, the entire Luye Island's evil creatures might have sward here by its scent.

Ergency purification sequence and cleaning modules couldn't even initiate before being utterly overwheld.

The relentless invader reached out again, only to grab at emptiness—all ammunition depleted.

Helmut, already drenched in sweat, wiped his trembling hand, thanking the heavens.

Seizing the opportunity, he adjusted the outer temperature, consuming resources to instantaneously freeze the workshop periter, forcefully halting all fungal spread.

Within the inner workshop, amidst changing fog, blurred figures appeared, struggling to clean away fungal threads crawling from the cracks.

Like bugs, the fungal threads crawled over the bricks, seemingly fully rooted, fla drying them instantly, yet the portions embedded in the bricks rooted deeper.

Using tools to scrape them now, they shrieked like living creatures, struggling, attempting to parasitize Helmut's shadow servants, but unfortunately, those figures were rely spiritual circuits imprinted on fixed templates, devoid of flesh and blood, impossible to parasitize.

In his entire twenty-six-year life, Helmut never felt such seething rage, embarrassed as if witnessing a toilet in a restroom turned into a fountain.

His originally pale face turned crimson, eyes bloodshot, veins bulging in fury.

Ji Jue, damn you!

Damn you!!!

You little shit-loving devil, I'll personally... no, need gloves first, full workshop protection and purification maxed out!

All outer traps, defenses, and illusions activated, activated, activated, activated!!!

Today, I'll make sure you die a miserable, beyond miserable, unearthly miserable death aaaaaaaa!!!

With the workshop operating at full capacity, within kiloters, malice surged like tides, in the writhing fog, countless sinister outlines erged, biting at intentions.

In the water mirror reflection, Helmut saw the mysterious armor dropping the emptied launcher.

Then, taking a big step back.

Another step.

Finally, raising both hands towards the workshop, as if surrendering...

"?!"

In that mont, Helmut's rage turned dazed, bewildered, scrutinizing closely.

Then, in the magnified image, saw two chanically raised hands, skillfully twisting, transforming, then showing him two blood-red dyed middle fingers.

"Are you kidding , bro?"

From the loudspeaker, ca deafening greetings, freezing Helmut in place, his rapidly reddening face twitching fiercely, visibly showing iron-blue patches.

Then, amidst his furious roar, the massive armor behind erupted with blazing light flas, engines roaring, rocketing into the sky!

——Boom!!!

In the violent aerodynamic thrust, the heavy armor soared like a bird!

rcury stream encircled, forming massive stabilizing wings, drifting upwards, wobbling towards the sky, breaking through the rain, climbing distance, shooting towards the heavens.

Looming over the sky, overseeing everything below.

Thus, rcury Wings quickly shifted amidst evaporation and disintegration — the heavy body aid remotely at the distant workshop probed during the three bombardnts.

Subsequently, the massive engine adjusted direction, reverse thrust —

Exhausting all spiritual reserves in the auxiliary fuel tanks, instantly pushing speed to the limit, transforming into the brightest star in the sky.

Within the armor's rear, vast quantities of rcury surged and enveloped the armor, wrapping layer upon layer, fiercely frictioning with the air, igniting crimson streaks.

Like a flaming red star.

In the water mirror observation, its outline rapidly expanded, expanded, and expanded...

Until every tiny change was vividly visible...

"Holy..."

In that instant, Helmut dryly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

As if finally understanding sothing.

Unable to resist, cursing aloud.

——Relentless bull, descending from the sky!