SEC Chapter 1336 The Unsealed Madmen
Chapter 1336 The Unsealed Madmen
The low temperature spread faster than expected.
The frost on the grass blades spreads from the edges to the center, enveloping the entire patch of wild grass in a hard white shell.
The ground-dwelling species' charging formation began to show a visible slowdown. Several ground-dwelling species lost their balance during the charge, their front paws scratching white marks on the ice, their bodies flipping sideways and sliding for more than ten meters on the frozen grass, crashing into their brethren behind them and creating chaos.
Above the city wall, the alien commander stood behind a 60-meter-high crenellation.
It felt it—the temperature had dropped at least fifteen degrees in just a few minutes, the damp warmth in the air had been replaced by a dry, bone-chilling cold, and its breath condensed into a persistent fog in front of it.
It had seen many human methods—energy weapons, magic circles, poison gas, explosives—but none of them could change the climate of such a large area in such a short time.
This is something that human technology cannot achieve, at least not the kind of thing it knows humans can create.
There was no time to think. The extraterrestrials below the city wall had already reached the foot of the fortress. The leaders had even bypassed the sluggish earth-dwelling species, who were frozen, and headed straight for the base of the city wall.
The alien commander let out a short roar, ordering all the ground creatures to continue advancing, regardless of the cost, to block the enemy outside the city walls.
When the roar reached the terrestrial horde, the stiff-limbed monsters instinctively quickened their pace—but not by much, as the low temperature greatly reduced the efficiency of their muscle contractions.
Cover your ears.
King Kong's shout wasn't loud, but the moment Lin Yi heard it, he put his hand to his ear. The students around him reacted quickly as well, raising their hands to cover their ears in unison.
King Kong's body expanded at a visible speed, first his shoulders stretched horizontally, tearing the dark leather armor at the seams, and pieces of cloth and leather strips were peeled off his body like shredded wrapping paper.
His hair grew wildly from his skin, thick, coarse, and shiny black, covering every inch of his skin from head to toe.
A few seconds later, the person standing at the foot of the fortress wall was no longer a human just over two meters tall, but a giant gorilla that was twelve meters tall, had a shoulder width of over five meters, and whose arms could almost touch the ground when they hung down.
The gorilla's chest muscles were clearly defined, like cast iron; its forearms were thicker than a person's waist; and when its hands were clenched into fists, the knuckles were as big as a softball.
"Roar."
That roar had no words, not even complete syllables; it was just a burst of sound waves compressed to the extreme, exploding from the depths of the abdomen, rushing out of the mouth along the throat, and tearing a visible black wave of air through the air.
The air blast spread forward in a fan shape, and wherever it passed, the air was shaken up like the surface of water.
The first group of earth-dwelling creatures affected didn't even have time to react; their bodies exploded from the inside the moment the shockwave hit them.
Row after row, it was as if someone was scraping the ground with an invisible giant scythe, taking away hundreds of monsters with each swing.
The explosions continued incessantly, one boom boom boom boom after another, and blood and flesh mixed with ice shards flew in the air, forming a cloud of grayish-red mist.
After the shockwave dissipated, a fan-shaped open space appeared in front of the Vajra King.
The open ground was covered with a thick layer of scraps of flesh, broken bones, and shattered scales, reaching up to the calves when stepped on.
King Kong stretched out one of his thick arms, his five fingers spread wide, aimed at the blood-soaked ground.
A dim black light shone from the fragments of the corpse, gathering towards his palm like iron filings attracted by a magnet.
Minced meat, broken bones, scales, blood—everything gathered in mid-air into an irregular blackish-red sphere, the surface of which shimmered with a dark light, like a layer of magma compressed to its limit.
Lin Yi thought that King Kong was going to throw the ball, but King Kong didn't.
He opened his mouth and stuffed the dark red energy ball into it, his two rows of canines snapping together to crush the ball, like swallowing a mouthful of scalding hot meat.
He moved his chin back, held his position for about two seconds, and then leaned forward, opening his mouth.
boom.
A jet-black beam of light shot out from his mouth, nearly three meters in diameter, with a layer of dark red electric arcs wrapped around its edges.
The beam of light traversed the battlefield at near-instantaneous speed, striking the very center of the fortress wall half a kilometer away.
The crackling sound lasted for nearly two seconds, like someone had struck a steel plate dozens of times with a giant iron hammer.
The massive rock on the surface of the city wall caved inward under the impact of the beam of light, sending stone chips flying and cracks spreading outward from the point of impact like a spider web.
The entire city wall shifted inward by nearly half a meter, the grooves between the rocks were loosened, and gravel and powder fell from the gaps.
Although it did not completely collapse, the dented shape looked as if it had been punched hard by a real giant, with the fist print several meters deep and the edges cracked radially.
After King Kong emitted the beam of light, his body began to shrink slightly.
There's a reason why this guy hasn't used this form before.
When you're defending, if you grow bigger, you become a sitting duck.
This form is only suitable for charging forward, only suitable for crushing the enemy in one go before they can react.
King Kong's voice came from above Lin Yi's head: "Doctor."
Immediately, several skill lights appeared above King Kong's head.
The light seeped into the skin and penetrated the muscles, dispelling the fleeting feeling of exhaustion.
King Kong stretched his shoulders, and his spine made a few muffled cracking sounds.
"Gorilla." A voice came from beneath King Kong's feet.
He looked down and saw a short-haired girl standing beside his feet, looking up at him and calling out.
The girl was slender and wore an ill-fitting gray trench coat, the hem of which almost dragged on the ground. Her hair was cut very short, revealing an old scar on the back of her neck that ran from her hairline to her collar.
King Kong responded with a low snort.
"Throw it accurately," the girl said.
"Roar." King Kong bent down, opened his thick palms, and ran his fingers through the sides of the girl's body, lifting her up from the ground.
He lifted the girl to shoulder height, assuming a standard throwing posture, with his back slightly arched and his arms pulled back, like a pitcher adjusting the final angle.
The girl was held in his palm, her upper body peeking out from between his fingers.
She calmly took a phone out of her pocket, held it up, and then tilted her head to make a peace sign with the image of King Kong's upper body as a backdrop.
With a click, the flash went off in the dim light of the day.
She glanced down at the screen, seemingly checking the photo's effect, then nodded in satisfaction and put her phone back in her pocket.
King Kong exerted force from his waist, his back suddenly releasing like a fully drawn bow, his arms swinging forward in that instant from a backward position, the acceleration causing the air to explode with a bang.
The girl flew out of his palm like a cannonball launched by a catapult, leaving a white trail in the air as she flew straight towards the top of the sixty-meter-high fortress wall.
boom.
Her landing was hardly graceful.
His entire body crashed horizontally onto the crenellated platform at the top of the city wall, which was more than ten meters wide. Debris flew everywhere, and his body slid for nearly two meters on the stone surface before coming to a stop. A tear was worn into the hem of his trench coat.
But the first thing she did after landing wasn't to check if she was injured, but to pull a short stick from the bandage on the outside of her calf. The stick was about half an arm's length long, its surface covered with fine patterns that lit up with a dark golden light the moment they touched her palm.
“Singing, resonating.”
She raised the short stick with one arm, and a metallic clanging sound emanated from inside the stick, like a plucked string vibrating continuously.
The short stick sprang open from the middle, extending outwards at both ends. Energy converged in the extended gaps to form a slender blade of light, and a battle scythe took shape in her hand.
Ronnie gripped the middle of the war scythe and began to spin like a top.
The scythe drew a continuous golden circle as it spun, the edge of which marked the death line, and any nearby earth-dwelling creatures were cleanly severed.
Severed limbs and mangled remains splattered in all directions, and blood painted a radial ink-like pattern on the ground.
The density of the ground-dwelling species on the city wall was so high that they didn't even have enough space to turn around. They could only push and shove each other on the narrow crenellated platform, and then send more of their bodies into the rotating golden circle.
"a ha ha ha!"
Ronnie's laughter pierced through all the noise on the battlefield.
She spun around, laughing, the scythe slicing through everything in its path, the bits of flesh and blood forming a greyish-red halo around her. A few seconds later, the scythe stopped spinning.
The blade retracts and stops at an angle pointing diagonally towards the ground.
Ronnie stood there, and within three meters of her, there wasn't a single intact ground creature—only a pile of still twitching limbs and a layer of dark red liquid slowly flowing across the stone surface.
Ronnie's right hand was free. He stretched it out, fingers spread, and grabbed the head of a ground-walking creature.
Insert your fingers into the gaps between the scales, press your thumb against the cranial sutures, and twist hard.
Click.
The earth-walking creature's neck twisted at an impossible angle of nearly 180 degrees. Its body lurched forward a few steps due to inertia before collapsing limply to the ground, its limbs twitching twice before going still.
Ronnie pulled the earth-walker's corpse into her arms with one arm, tucking it under her arm like she was holding a large dog.
She pressed her face against the still-bleeding face of the earth-walker, a slight smile playing on her lips.
A phone fell from above—the one she had tossed up earlier, which had been flung into the air during its spin and landed right in front of her. The automatic camera function was still running, snapping several photos in quick succession.
Ronnie flashed a peace sign at the camera again, tilted her head, and pressed her cheek against the fanged face of the Earthwalker.
"yeah--"
Ronnie's voice was very soft, as if she were taking a picture with an old friend.
Then she let go, and the earth-walking creature's corpse, cell phone, and war scythe fell to the ground at the same time.
The sickle snapped back into its short stick form the instant it touched the stone surface, rolled twice, and stopped at the edge of the crenellation.
Ronnie bent down to pick up the phone and the short stick, put the short stick back into the calf strap, stuffed the phone into her pocket, and then straightened up, her gaze fixed on the second wave of earthwalkers gathering below the city wall.
"Chant, darkness... scythe."
Her voice was lower than before, with a long trailing tone, like the last few syllables of an ancient incantation.
The short stick bounced off again, but this time the light blade did not condense into an arc-shaped scythe. Instead, it extended upwards, expanding from two meters to nearly ten meters, with a deep purple blade and a layer of constantly flowing shadows around its edges.
A gigantic phantom of a war scythe formed above her head, then crashed down with a single arm slash.
The sickle struck the crenellations of the city wall.
Rock fragments flew everywhere, and a crack extended downwards from the point of impact. Rocks on both sides of the crack broke off outwards, shattering into large and small pieces that fell down and crashed into the ground-dwelling species below the city wall, creating several splashes of blood.
Below the city wall, another figure landed.
The second person, thrown by King Kong from half a kilometer away, slammed into the frozen ground in front of the city wall like an iron ball, creating a shallow crater.
He stood up slowly, like a machine being awakened and recalibrating its center of gravity.
He was taciturn, standing directly below the sixty-meter-high city wall, his figure as small as an ant standing at the foot of the building.
He bent slightly, brought his right fist to his waist with the fist facing up, relaxed his shoulders, and then threw a punch.
"Heavy artillery."
A perfectly ordinary punch.
The moment the fist pierced the air, the air was compressed into a white shockwave that spread forward and struck the sixty-meter-high giant rock wall in front of it.
thump.
The earthquake trembled slightly, but it lasted several times—like seismic waves refracting back and forth in the rock strata.
In less than three seconds, the city wall began to disintegrate completely, from bottom to top and from the inside out, like a building block tower whose supporting pillars had been removed from the bottom, collapsing with a roar.
Gravel and dust billowed dozens of meters high, obscuring half of the view.
The collapsed section of the city wall formed a gap about forty meters wide. The cross-sections on both sides of the gap were uneven, and the loosened grooves and broken support structures inside the rock strata could be seen.
The first layer of defense of the fortress has been in place for two minutes and thirty-one seconds since the start of the battle.
The moment the breach appeared, the earth-dwelling species surged out from within—they had been confined to the vast open space behind the city wall, but now, without the wall's obstruction, they rushed out of the breach like a flood bursting its banks.
But the low temperature persisted, so they still couldn't move fast, and without the city walls as cover, they were exposed to the firepower of the Reincarnation Paradise assault team, becoming rows of live targets waiting to be slaughtered.
"die."
A slender figure emerged from the crowd; the dean's body began to disintegrate as he walked.
A few seconds later, the dean disappeared, replaced by a gray crow.
The crow flapped its wings twice, and then more crows appeared from behind it, from all around it, and from thin air.
The number increased, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, the gray feathers obscuring the sky above, forming a slowly rotating giant array amidst the cold wind and ice shards.
The array covered a large area in front of the fortress breach, and the earth-dwelling creatures that poured out of the breach began to lose their power under the shadow of the array.
The life force of the alien species was flowing towards the sky along the patterns of the array, making the feathers of the gray crows even fuller.
The battle at the breach in the city wall turned into a harvest. The contractors of the Paradise of Reincarnation stood on both sides of the breach, like two ends of an assembly line, dealing with the earth-type creatures that squeezed out of the breach one by one.
The lunatics of the Paradise of Reincarnation are not good at defense at all—they are good at killing, destroying, attacking, fighting one against many, assassinating behind enemy lines, using explosives, and destroying large buildings.
When they were defending the city walls, they were confined to a limited space, unable to move freely and thus unable to unleash their true strength.
Things are different now. Now they've broken through, with open targets ahead and a base camp ready to provide support behind them, with no obstacles in between.
They were like a pack of hunting dogs that had been caged for too long and suddenly released from their leashes, each one tearing at its prey in its own way.
King Kong strode over from the other side of the battlefield. He glanced down at the slowly writhing earth-dwelling creatures at his feet, then stomped on them. Each stomp created a bloody mess, and he lifted his foot to stomp on it again, as if he were stepping on a pile of nearly dried mud.
After stomping on the ground seven or eight times, he seemed to think it was too inefficient. He bent down, reached out and grabbed a handful of seeds from the ground, squeezed them tightly, and squeezed them hard. Blood and flesh were squeezed out from between his fingers and dripped onto the frozen soil.
Ronnie jumped down from the top of the city wall. Her landing posture was more elegant than before—kneeling, supporting herself with one hand, the hem of her trench coat fluttering in the air before falling.
The scythe bounced back, and she walked toward the gap, casually slicing down a few ground creatures that came around from the side.
When she reached the vicinity of the gap, she stopped, looked up at the swirling array of crows above her, then looked down at the earth-walking creatures beneath her feet whose movements seemed to be in slow motion, and then took out her phone from her pocket and took another picture.
"The dean's trick works quite well, but the lighting is a bit dim, resulting in a lot of noise in the photos."
No one responded to her, and she didn't care.
She put away her phone, picked up her scythe again, and walked towards the depths of the gap. After taking two steps, she stopped and turned her head to look at a contractor next to her who was punching a ground-walking creature. With each punch, a ground-walking creature's head exploded, and bone fragments and brain matter splattered on his coat.
"Your playing style is too taxing on your hands," Ronnie said.
The contractor looked up at her and said, "Then teach me."
Ronnie held up the scythe and waved it in front of him: "Use this, it's less strenuous, cleaner, and you can even take selfies."
"I don't have a war scythe."
"Then let's go buy one."
"Where would there be shops in a world of war?"
“Then let’s grab one.” Ronnie pointed to the fissioners ahead. “They might have some.”
The contractor looked in the direction she pointed and saw several large fission species standing on the open ground inside the gap, holding bone spears and rough stone axes. Their scales were more than twice as thick as those of the ground-dwelling species.
He looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away and shook his head: "Too light and not easy to handle."
"Then go tell the alien commander to make you a handy one." After saying that, Ronnie ignored him and walked towards the direction of the Mutants with her war scythe in her hand.
The contractor stood there in silence for a moment, then raised his fist and smashed down another earth-walking creature.
He stopped after hitting the ground a few times, looked at his knuckles covered in blood and bits of flesh, then at Ronnie's retreating figure. His lips twitched, but it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or some other expression. (End of Chapter)