Chapter 509: Aren’t You Making Things Difficult?
Chapter 509: Aren’t You Making Things Difficult?
If Joanna hadn’t surrendered, eliminating her would’ve been troublesome for Fang Cheng.
This woman proved utterly foolish—a pampered canary raised by capitalists. Despite their fight reaching lethal intensity, she still believed surrender would save her. Did she have Fur Country ancestry?
Fang Cheng refused to keep such vice-tainted woman around, nor would he release potential enemies. Elimination became his only choice—corpses proved more manageable than living threats.
He crouched and forced open a hole in the corpse’s chest. Thankfully, the steel-like body faded after death, making the task possible. His fingers touched the heart as familiar warmth surged through him.
[Energy absorption activated…]
[Life +35]
[Flight +1]
[Steel-like Body +1]
[Solar Ray +1]
[Super Strength +1]
[Super Hearing (Fragments 1/10) +5]
[Super Vision (Fragments 1/10) +6]
The rewards proved substantial, particularly steel-like body and super strength boosting his defenses and combat power. The solar ray’s visual impact matched its potency, though its use by a vampire against vampire weaknesses felt absurd.
Surviving guards gaped in shock, recognizing Joanna—the renowned Superwoman—now lying dead. Fang Cheng ignored them, launching skyward.
Tsukimi Narumi’s battle against Walker neared conclusion. Repeated deaths at her hands left Walker’s soul crumbling, sustained only by the evil god’s revivals. Seeing Fang Cheng approach, Tsukimi Narumi growled, “Prepare yourself. It begins.” She’d stalled awaiting his victory over other foes—their combined strength needed against the arriving evil god.
Fang Cheng nodded. Enemies ahead outclassed mere warm-ups like Tony or Joanna.
Walker attempted flight, incapable of facing both adversaries. Though God forbade retreat, he rationalized this as tactical withdrawal. Black flames erupted beneath him before he fled far, reducing him to ash. Reviving distantly, Walker clutched his octopus head and screamed in agony.
His body rapidly swelled up like a balloon, morphing into a huge twisted mass of flesh in moments.
Noticing Tsukimi Narumi wasn’t moving, Fang Cheng urged, “Stop the spell! Don’t just stare while they transform!”
Tsukimi Narumi stood motionless. “Waste of effort,” she answered coldly.
Unwilling to give up, Fang Cheng unleashed the solar ray he’d just obtained – the skill still unfamiliar to him.
Twin shafts of harsh light erupted from his eyes, boring into the expanding flesh.
Two gaping blood holes vaporized instantly in the mass. Though only level one, the attack packed real punch.
When Fang Cheng swept his gaze sideways, the flesh split open in a horizontal gash.
But instead of blood, thick tentacles studded with eyeballs burst from the wound.
Pointless after all.
Fang Cheng halted his assault, but more tentacles kept erupting from the swelling mass.
The fleshy blob multiplied like aggressive cancer cells, ballooning into a sky-blotting monstrosity that loomed over the base.
Fang Cheng’s legs turned to jelly. “It’s enormous! How do we fight that?!”
They scrambled backward to avoid the spreading horror.
Tsukimi Narumi studied the pulsating mass. “You’ll handle most of this,” she stated flatly.
Fang Cheng gaped. “Me? Since when am I the miracle worker here?”
She offered no reply.
The expansion finally ceased. The thing now matched the Ark from Gates of Heaven in scale – a colossal octopus head glistening with fish-scale slime, countless tentacles thrashing beneath.
Two enormous eyes snapped open in the mass, locking onto Tsukimi Narumi.
Unearthly noises reverberated through the base.
The unholy sounds battered Fang Cheng’s eardrums. As a proxy, he recognized this as the evil god’s speech.
“YOU!!”
The voice boomed like a deep-sea leviathan’s cry. “You dare break our sworn pact?”
Fang Cheng glanced at Tsukimi Narumi. Her face remained impassive. “Our contract permits reclaiming mother’s body.”
“NEVER!”
The shriek made concrete walls crack. “Revive her, and you become enemies of all!”
Survivors in the base looked up – and screamed as blood gushed from their eyes, blinding them.
Those who heard the god’s voice clutched their ears, crimson streams staining their fingers.
When the final scream came, every blinded, deafened wretch collapsed shrieking.
Terrifying monsters burst from their bodies, ripping humans apart with tentacles and devouring flesh and blood.
Within moments, most guards, clones, and superpowered individuals still battling in the base had transformed into twisted monstrosities.
Only those with iron willpower could resist the tainting.
“Move!”
Dr. X yelled through his specialized helmet, “Get to the Ark! It blocks the tainted!”
His subordinate researchers, all wearing protective helmets, rushed toward the Ark in panic.
The base had become hell itself, swarming with deformed creatures savagely assaulting survivors.
Yet the two deities and one man hovering above paid no attention to the chaos below.
“Keep Him busy while I open the return door.”
Tsukimi Narumi tossed these words upward before ascending higher.
“Shit!”
Fang Cheng’s curse hung in the air as the evil god struck.
A gale blasted him backward, tearing his soul from his body once more.
Two lightning-fast tentacles snaked out – one coiling around his soul, the other his physical form.
The greedy deity claimed both prize and container.
Vector Control shattered the body’s bindings as Fang Cheng’s soul slammed back into flesh.
Surrounding blood coalesced into a colossal axe that severed the grasping tentacle.
Free again, Fang Cheng rocketed away while summoning more blood.
State-of-the-art aircraft took shape, missiles screaming toward the evil god.
Three hundred warplanes materialized, forming an aerial armada.
These endless ammunition factories in the sky rained destruction.
Thousands of missile trails lit the heavens like a vast meteor shower.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Deafening explosions out-thundered a hundred war drums.
Blast flames bloomed like poisonous fungi across the deity’s writhing mass, carving smoking craters that oozed black venom.
Fang Cheng’s war machines kept firing.
Tanks rolled from coagulating blood, artillery barrels sprouted like metallic bamboo, drones swarmed bearing cluster bomb bouquets.
Delay meant quantity – he conjured endlessly.
Hundreds of tanks, countless rocket trucks, three hundred aircraft, suicide drones beyond counting – enough equipment to outfit a nation’s military.
The blood-forged legion unleashed apocalyptic fury upon the god.
The evil god was engulfed by endless artillery fire. The deafening explosions nearly ruptured survivors’ ears while shaking the entire base, causing rocks to tumble down continuously.
“God!”
Dr. X outside the Ark gaped at the spectacular scene. “Did the North American government send troops to storm this place?”
“Doctor! Look out!”
A gigantic boulder crashed down from above, heading straight for Dr. X.
A researcher yanked him back just in time as others scrambled to drag him into the Ark.
The spaceship hummed to life, its surface shimmering with faint brilliance beneath the protective shield.
The mountain housing the base groaned under the onslaught, threatening to collapse.
Fang Cheng remained unfazed – this wasn’t his territory anyway. He kept churning out equipment, his Level 4 Blood Source ability sustaining massive blood loss without nearing its limit.
If being an ace meant becoming a one-man army, he now stood as a one-man nation – capable of crushing small countries’ martial power alone.
Just as he planned to flood the base with weapons, the bombarded evil god retaliated at last.
A whale-like bellow reverberated through the deep sea.
Visible shockwaves erupted from the deity’s body, extinguishing flames and explosions instantly. Attacking aircraft and drones exploded before they could escape.
Everything touched by the shockwave disintegrated – ground buildings, tainted monsters, even Fang Cheng’s equipment. Only the Ark’s fragile shield held firm against the onslaught.
In the cockpit, Dr. X and survivors watched in horror as their energy reserves plummeted. The Ark’s engine required 88 nuclear reactors – ten times a carrier’s power – yet the shield drained their reserves from 100% to 20% in moments.
When the gauge approached 10%, despair filled the cabin. At 6%, the shockwave finally passed. Having flattened the base completely, the destructive force struck the hollowed-out mountain.
Countless cracks spiderwebbed through the thin rock shell. With a deafening clang, the entire mountain collapsed.