Superhumans of the Dome City -
Chapter 391 - 391 83 The Calamity of False Light
391: Chapter 83: The Calamity of False Light 391: Chapter 83: The Calamity of False Light “It’s absurd…
How is this possible?!”
Onowell slammed his fist on the desk, causing documents to scatter on the floor.
No one cared about the headmaster’s unseemly behavior anymore; everyone’s complexion was ashen like the dead.
The moment the Void Light Dragon appeared, it expanded the Huojin Realm to cover the entire Zero Island—a destructive power that not even the Colored Glaze Dragon or the Netherworld Dragon, both Monarch Level, had ever exhibited.
Even the most pessimistic predictions couldn’t have simulated this!
They thought they had grasped the pattern of these lifeforms with data from three consecutive Monarch Level Dragon Disasters, but reality proved to be always cold and merciless.
Just as the well-prepared Morton suffered a heavy blow three years ago, this time the Monarch of Zero Island delivered a severe one to them.
In the face of such terrible power, all their action plans turned to worthless paper!
“The erosion rate exploded upon manifestation and then slowed; current predictions for full Earth destruction are impossible to determine precisely, estimated in no later than sixty minutes…” The intelligence officer couldn’t believe the ludicrous data, “The form of reality destruction…
cannot be accurately described, posited to be the irregular twisting and mutating of all matter and life within range!”
“Yiya-!”
Yamaoka finished off his opponent with a final spinning kick.
The Evil Spirit wheezed its last breath.
He sighed with relief, quietly removed his face armor, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with an upraised hand.
No more active Evil Spirits were seen now; these ghastly creatures were good at oppressing civilians but no match for the Ninja Army when it came to actual fighting.
The Red Mage hovering above Weiyuan City was intercepted by a strong foreigner, temporarily dissipating the distortion caused by Fallen Heaven.
The sight within view was one of absolute ruin…
everywhere cries and wails…
the shelter’s ceiling had cracked open, and through the crevices, he saw the semi-destroyed city.
The giant city of Weiyuan, Zero Island’s pride, had turned to war-torn rubble in such a short span of time.
Yamaoka averted his gaze.
30 meters away, he spotted a past colleague lying there; it was Dodecahedron-san, proficient in electronic warfare.
His body was cleaved in two…
beyond saving.
In the corner lies an old man’s corpse, dressed like an ordinary civilian…
and further away, more bodies…
Bodies, bodies, bodies.
People die in battle; the storybook situation where the enemy is annihilated with zero casualties on one’s own side doesn’t happen, not even in fairy tales.
Yamaoka felt a chilling heaviness in his heart.
He dared not imagine how Weiyuan City would rebuild after this day, nor the lifelong pain this day would inflict on so many.
He saw Zuiyan rushing between temporary command points to make emergency arrangements, which reminded him that he too should stay spirited.
At least wait until everything is over to cry.
“That…” Just then, a voice was heard.
Turning his head, he saw the same family of three he had saved at the beginning.
Husband, wife, and infant, all alive!
Namo San!
This was wonderful.
The baby gurgled.
The wife was crying.
“My heartfelt thanks, you saved us!” Yamaoka smiled broadly.
He felt that his actions were indeed meaningful.
It wasn’t in vain that so many had died.
“I’m glad you’re safe—”
That’s when Yamaoka saw the lines.
Golden ones, gray ones, glimmering lines of Illusion.
These lines suddenly appeared above the family of three’s heads.
No, not just them; they appeared above everyone in sight.
What was this?!
Was something else coming?!
“Ah!”
Yamaoka’s eyes widened.
The family of three’s appearance changed!
The wife’s complexion turned ghastly, and she sprouted fangs out of her mouth, resembling the Evil Spirit he just fought.
The husband’s face bled from the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, the blood forming a helmet-like cover over his head.
“The baby!!” In a flurry, Yamaoka reached out to save the infant from its mutating parents, but what he saw were the eyes of a wild beast.
The baby had also changed, becoming like an Evil Spirit!
“Why?!
Why?!!”
Yamaoka cried out in desperation.
He realized that not just civilians but also ninjas—everyone had transformed!
And with them, the shelter became a hub of madness.
Pillars turned into trees, the floor into a swamp, reeds burst from the concrete, and chaotic gravity made all living things scream and float chaotically.
No attacker in sight, what was it?!
The lines, the golden and gray lines?!
Yamaoka felt extraordinarily uneasy all over.
He removed his gauntlets only to discover that his arms were sprouting tea-colored hair…
fur like that of a beast!
“What kind of joke is this?!
What kind of joke is this?!!” The ninja wailed in despair.
They had given all their might, fought with their lives at stake, only to meet such an end.
Everyone was mutating under the power of the lines, everything plunged into chaos akin to hell.
Even the ancient texts recording the Last Dharma Moksha paled in comparison to such despair.
Before the dawn they thought would bring salvation, they fell into the abyss as if fate was making mockery of their city…
Such impermanence of everything!
He cursed, filled with sorrow and anger.
Had all eight million gods died?
Had the Huojin God died?!
The poor ninja was unaware that the force plunging them, plunging Zero Island into despair, was nothing other than the Void Light Dragon they worshiped.
The power was in the hands of the avenger of fate, Shiyu Genmi, who had gone mad, dragging everyone in the nation into his vengeance!
Had Shiyu Genmi died?
Had Shiyu Zhongyi merged with the dragon, just like Shiyu Ling did in the beginning?
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