Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster!
Chapter 85: I Avoid His Sharp Edge?

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: I Avoid His Sharp Edge?

kilometers downstream of Yuqing State, near Guniu State.

Xu Lie, who had just swum ashore from the water, staggered along the muddy riverbank, with Zhou Yan beside him, looking just as desolate.

Just ten minutes ago, Zhou Yan had taken him to the Mechanical God Sect’s ship, initially intending to give him final instructions before he left Yellow Stone and returned to Beiping, but neither of them could have imagined that this inadvertent action would unexpectedly save them during that terrifying judgment.

When the blinding light flashed, for a moment, Xu Lie thought it was some fool of the Mechanical God Sect accidentally setting off an explosive.

But he quickly realized that this explosion was unlike any he had seen before.

The immense noise, the unbearable bright light even with arms stretched out, the powerful shockwave, the giant wave that overturned the steamboat, and the boiling hot air....

The sun rose in Yuqing State, and the unparalleled power there had annihilated everything.

After the flash, Xu Lie, swept into the water, tried to search for traces of survivors.

But he was horrified to find no signs of life there.

Even the once-mighty flagship "Blade Sea" had completely disappeared without a trace.

Xu Lie didn’t know where they had gone; his understanding, built over more than twenty years, told him that no matter how severe the accident, how powerful the explosion, it was impossible for a giant ship to vanish into thin air.

Yet the facts were right before him.

He just couldn’t believe it.

He would rather believe it was a nightmare, would rather believe it was an illusion and trick created by those Mimic Heretics.

So, even though the terror in his heart was almost overwhelming, he still wanted to go and see for himself.

He needed to return to Yuqing State, to find a survivor and ask what happened there.

----Even if it was indeed a disaster, there still must be someone alive, right?

He instinctively looked at the Zhou Yan beside him, hoping to get some comfort from the distinguished Lord Guardian.

However, the fear in the other’s eyes was no less than his own.

".... Lord Guardian."

Xu Lie spoke bitterly, then continued to ask:

"What... was that?"

Zhou Yan shook his head blankly, his steps even a bit faltering.

He couldn’t answer.

Because he had never seen it before.

Not only seen, but he had never even heard of such a thing existing!

A terrifying explosion that could destroy everything in an instant, such a sight, was like a legendary celestial punishment.

----But even the wisest elders in the Holy Blood Temple couldn’t possibly depict such a scene of divine retribution.

The bone-piercing fear had gripped him completely, and he suddenly realized that the so-called "Holy Blood" flowing within him was insignificant in the face of such power...

But where on earth did that divine punishment come from?

Those Mimic Heretics??

Zhou Yan couldn’t help but shiver.

The fear, anxiety, and confusion in his heart grew ever more profound, so much that he even wanted to turn around and leave.

But he couldn’t leave.

At the very least, he needed to know what happened here.

Otherwise, even if he returned to Beiping, the Holy Father’s wrath would completely engulf him.

Zhou Yan, suppressing his already slightly trembling body, continued forward; by now, Yuqing State was very close.

And when he looked up at what was once the position of the Mechanical God Sect’s cannon formation, he was met with an even more terrifying sight.

All the heavy, enormous, and incredibly sturdy cannons had melted, flowing onto the ground like twisted corpses.

The trees were swept away, leaving only charred land behind.

No one was there.

No one could have survived here.

A vast unease engulfed Zhou Yan, and he almost turned around and fled without hesitation, trying to escape this hellish scene.

----But in the next second, he suddenly felt his body lighten.

When he tried to land on his own two feet, he found nothing beneath him.

Zhou Yan turned around in horror, and the fierce gunfire arrived belatedly.

Xu Lie, who was at his side, had also collapsed, and the Church Protection Army from the Guard Brigade hadn’t even had time to react before bullets pierced through their armor.

They’re here!

Zhou Yan struggled to crawl forward, knowing exactly who had come.

Heretics!

They were still alive!

They hadn’t perished in the divine punishment!

And now, like evil spirits emerging from hell, they were going to take advantage of the aftermath of the celestial wrath to utterly claim all life on this land!

Zhou Yan looked ahead in terror, and shortly, several figures emerged from the smoldering embers filled with black smoke.

"It’s... it’s you... you brought upon this divine punishment..."

Intuitively, he tried to reach for his weapon but found that his high status for so many years had caused him to lose the instinct to fight.

With no weapon in hand, he even tried to grab the mud from the riverbank to throw at them, as if to dispel the haunting spirits.

Chen Jian watched his actions, amused, raised his hand, and shot his shoulder to fragments.

Then, he walked up to Zhou Yan, glanced at Xu Lie who had fallen next to him, and shook his head saying:

"I really didn’t expect to meet you here."

"I thought you had already died in the explosion or simply never came."

Hit by several bullets, Xu Lie spat out a mouthful of blood, coughing he said:

"Chen... *cough cough*... Chen Jian..."

"You can’t kill him... he is the Supervisor of the Holy Blood Temple..."

"Killing him... is being enemies with the Holy Blood Temple..."

Chen Jian nodded, replied:

"I won’t kill him, not yet."

"Because I have some questions to ask you guys."

"Xu Lie, let’s start with you. You answer."

"What are the Mimic Heretics?"

Xu Lie’s eyes froze and immediately replied:

"This is a misunderstanding! You are not Mimic Heretics, it’s us who made the mistake...."

"Mimic Heretics are a plague on this land, we’re only trying to stop it before disaster strikes!"

"We can explain, we can cooperate...."

"Bang!"

Chen Jian pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit Xu Lie right in the forehead, the 7.62mm bullet blew off his skull, regardless of the strength of a Holy Blood’s body, survival was impossible.

"Wrong answer."

Chen Jian turned to Zhou Yan and continued:

"Now it’s your turn."

"Don’t waste words."

...

A few minutes later, Zhou Yan’s head exploded on the riverbank just like Xu Lie’s.

But this time, Chen Jian got the information he wanted.

Not too much, and not detailed enough.

But at least, the truth about the Mimic Heretics was no longer a vague "legend."

Looking at the two bodies, Li Shi, who had been beside Chen Jian all along, suddenly spoke:

"It seems we really shouldn’t have killed him."

"With the Supervisor dead, the Holy Blood Temple will surely send many people to investigate."

"That would be troublesome... we’ve just fought a battle, we should avoid them first...."

"What’s that word? Tactical retreat?"

After Li Shi finished speaking, Chen Jian laughed and said:

"I don’t know whether to call you naive or slow-witted..."

"Killing them was never about revenge, I hold no animosity towards any of them, it’s simply because they had to die."

"If the Holy Blood Temple wants to come, then let them."

"Me, avoid their edge?"

"Why don’t you ask, are they afraid of me?"