Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 891

This was the critical moment Perfecto had been waiting for.

As those tentacles as thick as the roots of ancient trees tore through the last line of defense and rushed towards the energy tower with a sickening fishy wind, the survivors huddled in the shadows of the ruins of the camp, the light in their eyes gradually extinguished.

Mothers hugged their children tightly in their arms, their rough fingers digging into their young shoulders; the old craftsman hunched his back, his knuckles white as he gripped the rusty wrench that had accompanied him for half his life.

The corrosive sound drilled into everyone's eardrums.

It was not a simple sizzling sound, but something more sinister - like countless barbed insect legs crawling over the nerves, or like hungry tongues licking the inner wall of the skull.

The frozen soil beneath my feet was wriggling strangely, as if the entire earth had turned into the stomach of some giant creature.

The stench in the air was tangible; every breath felt like swallowing sticky pus, with a sickening rusty smell and a greasy feeling like something alive rising in the throat.

Just when despair was about to crush the last glimmer of hope—

Divine punishment has come.

The armor plates at the bottom of the floating city unfolded layer by layer with the hissing of hydraulics like the opened eyes of a mechanical god.

Dark blue arcs leaped between the electromagnetic tracks, as if the cage that imprisoned the thunder was finally broken.

The vibration of the gun barrel when it reached the critical point of charging was like the roar of an ancient beast awakening, and even the air trembled.

Suddenly, the world was dyed pale.

The light of judgment bursting out from the muzzle of the cannon pierced through the sky and earth, violently splitting the lead-gray clouds in two.

The light was so pure that it burned a purple afterimage on the retina.

The moment the super alloy warhead tore through the clouds, the river of time seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand - all the dancing tentacles were frozen in mid-air, just like the deformed collections carefully sealed by the taxidermist.

Then, the silence was shattered.

The sky shattered in the tremor.

The God-killing Armor tore through the clouds and swooped down, the blazing white flames gushing out from the back thrusters carved a scorching trajectory in the sky, like a thunder spear thrown by a god.

Just as the armor was about to hit the ground, the anti-gravity device made an explosive buzzing sound and a ring-shaped shock wave exploded.

The tentacles within a radius of dozens of meters fell apart in the violent air waves, and the smelly flesh and mucus turned into a scarlet rainstorm and poured down.

The frozen soil groaned under the impact, spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly, and broken ice and dust created huge waves.

The claw blade on the armor's right arm suddenly vibrated, and the high-frequency oscillation tore countless tiny vacuum cracks in the air.

The moment the dark blade touched the tentacles, the deformed tissues that could corrode even steel shattered like thin paper.

The corrosive fluids splashing from the broken surface had not yet fallen when they were evaporated into highly poisonous green smoke by the plasma flames bursting out from the claw blades.

A blinding blue-white flash suddenly burst out from the other end of the battlefield.

Another god-killing armor knelt on one knee, and the alchemical matrix expanded wildly with it as the center.

The scarlet light that lit up deep in the barrel was like the devil's single eye, and the buzzing sound during charging instantly sublimated the snow within a hundred meters.

The moment the muzzle completed the elevation, a devastating stream of light swept across the battlefield.

The permafrost vaporizes the moment it comes into contact with the ground, and the surface melts into boiling black glass.

A tumorous monster that tried to escape underground had just poked out its bloodshot eyes when its entire body fell apart in the purifying light.

The carbonized remains were blown by the polar wind and turned into thousands of flickering fireflies, floating above the scorched earth.

Support from high altitude followed closely, like a punishment from heaven.

At first it was just a faint tremor deep in the clouds, like muffled thunder in the distance.

But this faint hum expanded into an eardrum-tearing roar in the blink of an eye, and the thick lead-gray clouds were violently torn apart like a tattered curtain.

Thousands of flapping-wing aircraft poured down like a swarm of metal locusts, the high-speed vibrating mechanical wings cut through the air with sharp whistles, and the array of weapons hanging from the belly of the aircraft flashed the cold light of death. This iron army cut into the battlefield with a perfect killing array, and the roar of the machine guns instantly dominated the entire space.

The hot bullet chains were like the whip of God, leaving countless scorched grooves on the frozen soil.

The deformed tentacles twisted and burst in the metal storm, and the smelly body fluids were evaporated into poisonous mist by the subsequent artillery fire as soon as they splashed out.

Their killing precision was almost artistic, and every dive accurately hit the monster's nerve center, causing scarlet flowers to bloom on its twisted flesh.

Occasionally, a dying tentacle would suddenly rise up, but it couldn't even touch the wake of the ornithopter - these mechanical death gods dodged gracefully with dizzying maneuverability, and then attracted the crossfire of their companions on the flanks, strangling the attackers into flying pieces of meat.

However, the true judgment has only come to the world at this moment.

When the ultimate weapon of the floating city was fully charged, the beam of light that pierced through the sky and earth split the clouds, and the ionized air burst out with pungent ozone, burning everyone's respiratory tract.

The moment the beam of light touched the earth, the space twisted and deformed like a crumpled scroll, revealing the terrifying illusion of a dimensional rift.

The mountain-like mass of flesh convulsed violently in the pure white light, and the surface skin carbonized and peeled off at an alarming speed, exposing tens of thousands of madly twitching nerve clusters inside.

These ugly organs exploded one after another in the strong light, until the entire behemoth was completely decomposed into the most primitive particles by the torrent of energy.

When the light faded, the battlefield fell into deathly silence.

The overloaded armor spewed out boiling steam, and the melted snow water instantly condensed into sharp ice blades under the extremely low temperature.

A survivor huddled in a trench trembled as he loosened his hands from covering his ears, only to find that his fingers were filled with half-coagulated black blood - his eardrums had been ruptured at the moment of the energy impact, but his instinct for survival made him temporarily forget the pain.

When the first rays of dawn penetrated the smoke and illuminated the scorched wasteland, those once hopeless monsters were now reduced to scattered steaming organic residues, like ugly scars on the earth.

The survivors slowly crawled out from behind their shelters, their movements as stiff as puppets, as if they still couldn't believe what they were seeing.

In the morning light, the miserable state of the camp was clearly visible - the outer shell of the energy tower was riddled with holes, like a skeleton gnawed by a giant beast; the frozen soil was covered with bottomless cracks, like scars on the earth; the air was filled with a pungent smell mixed with burnt and rotten.

The old workman's wrench fell to the ground with a clang.

He stared around blankly, traces of tears and blood still lingering on his wrinkled face.

The mothers finally loosened their arms from holding their children, only to find that their fingers were cramped from the excessive force and could not be straightened.

The children still had expressions of fear on their faces, but they had already begun to look curiously at the smoking remains of the monster.

I don't know who uttered the first sob, and soon after, sobbing sounds rose one after another among the survivors.

It was not a cry of sadness, but a kind of relief that was almost insane.

Some people knelt on the ground, grabbed a handful of charred soil and cried and laughed; some people touched their limbs tremblingly to make sure they were still intact; and some people stood still, just repeating over and over again: "We are still alive... We are still alive..."

Perfect stood at the edge of the floating city module, the cold wind blowing his cloak.

She looked at the crowd of people who survived the disaster, and an almost invisible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This was the moment he had been waiting for - to restore hope to these people on the brink of despair.

In the distance, the surviving engineers have begun to inspect the damage to the energy tower.

Although it is in ruins, the core structure is still intact.

This means they still have the possibility to rebuild.

The old craftsman picked up his wrench tremblingly, wiped it on his lapel, turned and walked towards the energy tower.

This simple action was like a signal, and others followed suit.

The dawn sunlight grew brighter and brighter, dispelling the last haze on the battlefield.

A new day has begun, and they are still alive.

(End of this chapter)