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Chapter 1524 - 776: Flames
There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any overwhelming waves.
Not even the sound of crying could be heard.
In this dull, mediocre, unremarkable twilight, like countless others before and many more to come, the first wisp of Great Evil's fire emerged from the deadened and numb understanding.
Like triggering a chain reaction...
An insignificant spark rose, leading countless fragments of illusion light.
In the deathly silent world, when the first wisp of Zhi Fu's fire ignited from the soul, it was as if it fell into a powder keg and a pile of firewood, inevitably setting off the spread and expansion.
At first, slightly uninterrupted, then sporadic, and then, suddenly, a fierce invisible tide erupted, engulfing everything.
One soul after another was submerged in it, amid sighs, silence, and distant moans, awaking suddenly.
There was no resistance or uproar, just naturally bowing their heads to accept what rightfully belonged to them.
Thus, the Lighthouse wailed, resonated!
In the gradually rising twilight, that wan pale remnant light oscillated violently, gradually emerging crimson, and finally, transforming into a viscous purplish-black after the blood-colored decay...
It could not even stop.
Linking the order of Seven Cities, along with its residents, constructing the Seven Cities' Tian Yuan, that was its function and duty, but now, this connection and order had become the greatest accomplice for flame conduction, a fuse tying all souls together.
When each insignificant soul's weight scattered onto the scales, piling up like a mountain, completely collapsing the original measure, the fierce flame light had already surged from the night sky.
Infinite green fire like torrential rain descended from the sky, engulfing everything, falling onto one bewildered, numb, or entirely indifferent soul after another.
From sewers, to overpasses and bridge holes, to narrow alleys and streets, from the slum shacks to apartment buildings dense as forests, to the palatial, majestic palace, whether it be a homeless person or a lofty noble, all received the same enlightenment and welcomed the same grace.
Flame light scorched, igniting from every soul and every beating heart.
Thus, under the brutal glow of the Lighthouse, unstoppable mutation and distortion finally truly began!
In the sewer's foul water, shattered sounds arose, the homeless curled in the pipes listened to distant noises, looked around in confusion, moved their six wooden legs, nimbly climbed up, and fled everywhere.
In the noisy, booming shipyard, the weary ship workers cleaning the hull yawned, the brush in hand fell to the ground, and when bending down to pick it up, smiled self-deprecatingly.
Wasn't the brush in his hand?
He raised his arm transformed into a brush and went back to toil. The smile on his face gradually stiffened, showing wooden texture and iron color, forever frozen in a passionate state.
On the broadcast, chaotic sounds gradually cleared, once more fluent, the mouth turned into a speaker broadcasting, unawarely reading the script over and over, endlessly.
"Mom, look, my eyes are fine!"
The child with an enlarged head climbed from the bed excitedly yelling, showing his appearance to his mother, two eyes like glass beads glittering on a broken face.
Thus, the mother laughed, raising her hand that had grown threads and sewing equipment, gently stroked his face: "That's great."
The driver fused with the car followed his carefree nature, loaded with heavy corpses heading to the crematorium. On the street, the Cleaner skillfully used hands turned into shovels, gathered meat chunks, and tossed them into the truck bed. Not far away, the police with firearms growing from their arms gradually hunch over, limbs and feet continuously sprouting from their bodies, becoming increasingly nimble.
Sailors fused with the deck scraped rust from the railings, threw it into their mouths, and joyfully devoured it.
Laughter and merriment.
As if shedding a heavy burden, steps became light, postures agile.
For some reason, suddenly, there was no more feeling of pain.
What was there to be sorrowful or painful about? Yesterday was like this, tomorrow would be like this, and everything in the future just needed to be like this... There's nothing bad, nothing major.
No, this is simply wonderful!
Cheers arose, along with bright singing, the bitter seawater churned, gradually turning into a joyous ocean.
Only within the palatial, opulent palace did constant screams erupt.
"What's happening! Why..."
The Governor struggled in terror, watching the guests turn into mud figures and wooden fetuses, one guard after another gradually swelling as though becoming statue giants, while his flesh writhed, sprouting roots, gradually wrapping around the lavish chair beneath him, screaming with all his might.
But the guests were unmoved, watching him, cheering and applauding.
Until the last shred of fear dissipated from the City Lord's pupils, transforming into the same joy and tranquility, this strange appearance seemed to become comfortable, as if it should have always been like this.
He once more opened the large mouth on his belly, laughing, directing the singer transformed into Puppets to dance once more.
Chaos, unstoppable chaos and mutation spread.
Unstoppable.
Gifts from Zhi Fu, materialization from the soul, manifesting from each follower long immersed in it...
"Help! Help!!!"
In Dan City, Galisto trembled, clutching the pendant tightly around his neck, watching his nephew transformed into a bizarre vessel. He staggered and ran frantically, dialing his phone repeatedly.
But from beginning to end, there was no response.
In the end, the call was coldly disconnected.
At the port of Dan City, outside the chaos, the Holy Tree Fleet coldly gazed at everything before them.
"The family received the news, two hours ago, an entity classified as Annihilation Level monster erupted in revolt, the Seven Star Building has already received the alert, and there is a possibility of damaging the Empire's root."
A serious voice sounded over the family phone: "Ignore the situation in Dan City for now, Penarosa, you are the closest fleet, you must respond as quickly as possible. I know you have issues with the Seven Star Building, but anything concerning the Earth Emperor's Foundation must not go wrong, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Penarosa instinctively straightened up, firmly guaranteeing: "The Empire's grandeur, eternal for ten thousand miles!"
"Very good, it's in your hands."
The voice on the other end, relieved, said goodbye, and the call was disconnected.
Penarosa glanced at another phone still ringing incessantly on the table, shifted her indifferent gaze, and issued an order: "Inform all fleet members, take immediate positions, the Empire's order has been issued, and the Holy Tree Family is about to head to the battlefield!"
Ten minutes later, shrouded in blood and fire, the fleet sailed straight out of the port, ignoring the storm on the horizon and the chaos behind, heading into the vast night.
On the deck, Penarosa took one last look in the direction of Luo Island, sighed silently, and shifted her gaze away.
Thus, abandoning the burning Seven Cities, never looking back.
Boom!!!
In the cataclysmic sound of collapse, a strange giant hand slowly rose from the very center of Dan City… the sound of hymns echoed through the skies.
"Help, damn it, help!"
Minkler's scream broke the limits, wearing nothing but a robe, barefoot, running frantically!
Tears and snot almost flew off his face, scattering into the wind.
Right behind him, buildings collapsed one after another, and amidst the rising dust appeared a massive and twisted face, followed by another, and yet another…
Faces and heads were linked together like centipedes, with hundreds of limbs waving, constantly opening their mouths to shout or scream.
Each face, Minkler had seen in the family's museum, every face belonging to his ancestors!
Even his own father, Busstaman…
But alas, fatherly love no longer existed.
Those ghastly, empty faces were staring at him, full of hunger.
A large number of drones took off and landed, exoskeleton armor teams and Peacekeeping Cats were fully armed and kept firing, but could not stop the monstrosity from growing and spiraling out of control...
In the chaotic noise, the entire Xiang State was also in turmoil, crowds attempting to evacuate were blocked in the streets, amid them, cries of terror occasionally erupted.
At an unknown moment, someone nearby suddenly turned into some bizarre ghostly thing.
The entire city had fallen into unprecedented turmoil.
"Damn it, I just knew, I just knew… you dogs, you just can't change your nature!"
Minkler, tearful, and snotty, still cursed those wailing and mutated figures, even raising his weapon, firing a burst at the ghostly creatures: "I've given you how much money, how many bonuses, and yet you're still greedy, you all truly deserve to die!"
But alas, no amount of shouting and questioning had any effect.
When the green fire rained from the sky, he had already woken from his dream, hearing the screams of his father, Busstaman… right before his eyes, Busstaman's soul twitched violently, transforming into a massive sphere, and then yet more spheres emerged from the ground, devouring and merging, beginning to relentlessly chase him to death!
Fortunately, Minkler reacted quickly, not even bothering to dress, grabbed the weapon already armed beneath his bed, and jumped out the window, fleeing outside.
Riding a motorcycle, he sped away in panic, yet the eerie giant creature continued its pursuit.
A desire to die reached an unprecedented peak.
In a mixture of grief and questioning:
"Why are you chasing me!"
"Because you are Chopra, Minkler."
An unexpected voice came from beside his ear, leaving him dazed, turning back in confusion, only to see a figure on the deathly still street ahead.
In a moment, from despair to ecstasy, he almost leapt forward to embrace that warm leg, crying out in anguish: "Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji ahhhh!!!"
"I didn't expect such a loose end to remain after all."
Ji Jue sighed lightly, looking at the giant creature rushing through the swirling dust, genuinely self-reflective: "I wasn't thorough enough before."
Rarely, leaving things unfinished resulted in such repercussions...