Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast
Chapter 1094 - 1094 444 The King Returns Give Them a Shock

Chapter 1094: Chapter 444: The King Returns, Give Them a Shock Tomorrow (8K)_4 Chapter 1094: Chapter 444: The King Returns, Give Them a Shock Tomorrow (8K)_4 “In today’s peak outbreak, over ten thousand cracks appeared globally, from which many powerful Giant Beasts emerged, causing great turmoil,”

“But we are not the same as we were fifty years ago, the Federation was well-prepared for such incidents and immediately suppressed all the Giant Beasts.”

“In this event, there were only a little over three hundred injured globally, with no fatalities. Most of those injured were journalists from the media, who got too close and were caught in the aftermath of the battles.”

“The person in charge of the press conference reported that the Federation has both the confidence and the strength to suppress this mutation. Everyone is advised not to panic and not to believe any doomsday proclamations.”

“According to expert predictions, this aberration will continue for five to ten days.”

“During this period, if you hear air raid sirens, please evacuate according to the instructions of law enforcement officers and do not gather out of curiosity, which may cause unnecessary casualties.”

“Please value your life and stay away from the battle scene.”

“Also, if you find someone maliciously spreading doomsday messages or promoting the Evil God Sect online or offline, please call the police immediately, the emergency number is 028.88888888.”

“The above is a summary of the information released by the Federation News Office. Next up is the local news from Mist River City.”

As she said this, the screen behind the female presenter changed to show a street scene amidst ruins.

There, lights flickered as many people busied themselves in the rubble, with law enforcement officers on guard in the distance.

“This afternoon at 7 pm, a Giant Beast a hundred meters tall and at the Level 8 Mid Stage appeared in the South Bridge Area and was killed by a cultivator from South Sky Martial Height.”

“Although the battle was brief, it caused significant damage to the surrounding streets. At the moment, firefighters and construction teams are working hard to deal with the aftermath.”

“In this battle, the teachers and students of South Sky Martial Arts School made outstanding contributions. Mr. Laurant Harris, the head instructor, and Mr. Howard Lambert were the main forces in the fight.”

At this point, the female presenter’s tone became somewhat excited: “You definitely wouldn’t have guessed that Mr. Howard Lambert, who overwhelmingly suppressed the Eighth Level Beast, is only seventeen years old.”

“Yes, you heard right, Mr. Howard Lambert is just seventeen and a high school sophomore. He made a breakthrough to the Eight Layer Heaven in just one year.”

As soon as the female presenter finished speaking, everyone sitting in front of the TV was shocked and amazed.

“Mr. Howard Lambert is currently on site assisting with the post-battle cleanup. In addition to him, there are a large number of Martial School Students and military soldiers. Next, we will connect to the scene,” she said.

As she spoke, the screen transitioned to a reporter holding a microphone.

“Hello, Xiao Jie, can you tell us about the situation on site?”

“Thanks to the efforts of all parties involved, we are about to complete the initial cleanup of the South Bridge Street.”

The slightly coy female reporter smiled at the camera, “In addition, the residents whose houses were destroyed are fairly stable emotionally and have been evacuated to temporary shelters.”

“That’s good to hear, Xiao Jie. I heard Mr. Howard Lambert is also at the site. Could you interview him for us?”

“Sure.” Saying so, the female reporter jogged over to a nearby spot.

Under the temporary laser lighting, Howard Lambert, 2.5 meters tall and muscular, wearing black ferocious battle armor, was slightly bent over, grabbing the edge of a collapsed concrete slab.

Boom! A floor slab weighing over a thousand tons and buried under many heavy objects was sent flying, crashing down not far away, kicking up smoke and dust and shaking the ground.

This scene made ordinary people watching the TV suck in a breath of cold air; lifting an entire floor effortlessly—how strong must he be?

The camera recorded as the slightly coy female reporter carefully approached and asked nervously, “Mr. Lambert, hello, may I interview you?”

“An interview, sure,” Howard replied, nodding slightly as he looked into the camera lens.

The reporter raised the microphone toward Howard Lambert, “Mr. Lambert, there are reports that although you are only a high school sophomore, you’ve achieved a breakthrough to the Eight Layer Heaven. Is this true?”

Howard Lambert straightened up a bit, making himself look even more imposing, then said solemnly, “Yes, I have made the breakthrough to the Eight Layer Heaven. But my rapid advancement in cultivation is inseparable from the nurturing of my school and the Federation.”

Just as Howard Lambert declared his breakthrough to the Eight Layer Heaven, Justin Welan, who was carrying a two-meter-wide and tens of meters long concrete pillar in the distance, suddenly felt a pang of frustration.

Damn, this guy is at it again.

Watching the distant Howard Lambert being interviewed in front of the camera, Justin Welan took a deep breath and with a loud boom, slammed the concrete pillar down, the powerful burst of True Strength shattering it to facilitate subsequent transportation.

The interview continued, “Mr. Lambert, when you faced that Eighth Level Beast descended from the mythical world today, what made you rush forward without any hesitation? Were you scared at that moment?”

Faced with this question, Howard Lambert’s expression turned solemn, “It’s about responsibility. As a cultivator and a Colonel in the Federation, it’s our duty to protect the vulnerable.”

“As for being scared, there simply wasn’t time to think about that. At that moment, I had only one thought in my mind, which was to quickly click and kill that giant beast; otherwise, once it charged into the crowd, the casualties would be unimaginable.”

“He truly is one of our South Sky Martial Height geniuses,” the female reporter admired before moving on to other questions.

In the living room, watching Howard Lambert’s interview on TV, Glenn Clark was somewhat surprised. “Bro, Howard Lambert broke through to Eight Layer Heaven too, that’s amazing.”

During the Spring Festival Lantern Festival, Glenn Clark had met Howard Lambert, and he hadn’t anticipated that this school senior, who seemed even bulkier than him, had also broken through to Eight Layer Heaven.

It seems cultivation is indeed simple; Jack broke through to the king level in one year, and other seniors have broken through to Eight Layer Heaven.

Jack Clark nodded. “Howard Lambert does have impressive talent. His talent ranks in the top three at South Sky Martial Height. Breaking through to Eight Layer Heaven in one year is quite normal.”

After saying that, Jack Clark stood up. “Mom, keep watching the news. I’m going to make a phone call.”

During the news broadcast, Jack Clark had seen Justin Welan and suddenly remembered he hadn’t told these friends that he was back.

Stepping out onto the balcony, Jack Clark pulled out a mobile phone from his Sumeru Bracelet. Thankfully, even after two months of no use, the special phone still had ninety percent battery.

Finding Justin Welan’s number, Jack Clark dialed it directly.

At the ruins, Justin Welan lifted a cement block weighing dozens of tons, and with a slight effort, he hurled it several meters with a bang into the dump truck, making the entire vehicle shake violently.

The driver hastily grinned apologetically, “This student, go easy, easy. Otherwise, the truck will be smashed.”

Cough!

With a cough, Justin Welan looked slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, I got distracted by something on my mind just now. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“No, no, it’s all right; you’re working hard too,” the driver quickly stated with a smile, not daring to offend these powerful cultivators.

It’s too exaggerated to say that he could throw such a huge block of cement just like that.

That’s when Justin Welan’s pocket vibrated, prompting him to pat off the dust and take out his mobile phone.

And when Justin Welan saw the caller ID, his face instantly lit up with surprise.

But Justin Welan quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart and glanced at Howard Lambert in the distance before his figure vanished in a flash, appearing in the shadows hundreds of meters away.

Justin Welan spoke in a hushed tone, “Hey, Jack, are you back?”

Jack Clark’s voice came from the other end. “I just got back from the mythical world. I saw you on the news, so I thought I’d give you a call to say hi.”

Immediately, Justin Welan grew even more excited, lowering his voice. “Does that mean you’ve successfully had a breakthrough as a king?”

“Yep, I’ve broken through.”

Standing on the balcony, Jack Clark nodded and then asked, somewhat puzzled, “By the way, are you hurt? Why is your voice so low?”

“Heh, no, no, I’m fine,” Justin Welan suppressed his excitement and looked towards Howard Lambert, who was being interviewed in the distance, his smile growing brighter.

“That’s good to hear. By the way, have the class leader and the others entered the mythical world yet?”

“Not yet.”

Justin Welan explained. “We were planning to enter the mythical world after the school’s opening ceremony concluded, but due to the recent anomalies, we’ve been temporarily conscripted into the Mist River City Special Forces.”

“We have to wait until this incident is over before we can enter the mythical world.”

“Everyone is there.”

Jack Clark’s face lit up with a smile. “I’ll ask in the 3-9 Group later to see if everyone has time tomorrow or the day after to get together for a meal.”

For these classmates who had good relationships from the Koroya Trial, Jack Clark always considered them friends, and naturally, he wouldn’t become distant just because he had achieved king-level breakthrough.

But no sooner had Jack Clark finished speaking than Justin Welan quickly interjected, “Hold up, Jack, don’t message that in the group yet. Don’t tell them you’re back.”

“Why?” Jack Clark asked, puzzled.

[It’s midnight. I’ll post this update first. There are a few hundred words left unedited, so I’ll keep fixing it. I promised eight thousand words today, so it will definitely be eight thousand.]