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Chapter 455 Thundercloud (4K)

The pitch-black city lay sprawled at my feet; London, the heart of a once-powerful empire that colonized the world, lay spread out before me.

My hands clenched unconsciously, and the surging power seemed endless, intoxicating and mesmerizing.

A full 1000ml of Qilin blood roared and surged through the veins. The six-base genetic material underwent a miraculous chemical reaction with the divine aberration gene.

The repetitive DNA sequences at the ends of chromosomes in Earth's biological cells are called telomeres. Their length and rate of shortening determine the limit of the number of cell divisions, which in a sense is the sighing wall on the road to immortality.

At this moment, the large group of newly generated cells are equipped with highly active telomerase, which can initiate the replication and extension of telomere DNA, allowing them to proliferate indefinitely like cancer cells.

At the same time, due to the harmonizing effect of the Yin-Yang Blade, various repair enzymes inside the new cells operate at full capacity to repair mismatched bases and mend broken DNA.

This prevents the large group from completely degenerating into deformities, like cancerous cells, turning into an indescribable mass of tumorous flesh.

On the contrary, it is more complete.

The scars at the fusion of flesh and machinery are now covered by a newly synthesized web of spider-like protein fibers, preventing oil splatter from reappearing.

Some of the detached protective armor was replaced by scales that reflected a metallic sheen.

Although overall, it is still ugly, ferocious, and brutal.

But under the light of lightning, there was a faint, indescribable divine quality about it.

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Möbius's eyelids twitched violently. His right arm, which was holding the sword, had been scorched and baked by the enormous energy until it was thinner than a bamboo pole, skin and bones, and almost carbonized.

He had no choice but to extend his left hand, grasp his right wrist, raise the sword of light once more, and aim it at the large group.

Eighth Ring, a spell of the Conjuration school, [Disrupted Reality]

Sudden——

In the space, countless extremely thin, tangible yet intangible lines suddenly extend out.

These insubstantial lines, densely draped over the large group, are unburnt by fire and cannot be torn apart.

Until the number of threads reaches a critical value, all the threads tighten together, as if to drag the large group away from this world.

The specific effect of 【Reality Collapse】 is that the caster shatters the barrier between reality and the timeline, plunging a creature into chaos and madness, and randomly selecting one of the following four possible endings.

【A Glimpse of a Distant Land】—The target suffers immense psychological damage.

【Shattering Rift】—Targets the entire body, including the internal organs, and is subjected to uniform force field damage.

【Wormhole】—Exiles and teleports the target.

【Dark Void Freeze】—Completely freezes the target.

The Britannian Royal Lightsaber in Möbius's hand can greatly increase the caster's level, so the [Collapse Reality] spell changes from randomly selecting one effect to randomly selecting two.

Click, click, click!!
The mechanical mass of objects was suddenly covered with numerous deep, visible bone scars. The head section was divided into several pieces.

At the same time, a freezing chill spread upwards from the thick, long tail, forming a thick layer of azure frost that resembled the ancient, solid ice of the North and South Poles.

But that's all.

The neural network is naturally distributed in a reticular pattern, and the brain is just one of the neural nodes.

Li Sheng easily controlled the external limbs through the spinal cord, putting the head fragments back in place and reassembling the doll.

Once the frost covered the chest area of ​​the group, it became difficult to advance any further and was quickly melted by the thrusters.

boom!
The thick, long tail lashed heavily against the exterior wall of the tall building, shattering and peeling away the remaining ice. Also falling were the ashes of three sheepskin scrolls.

[Wandering Soul Shield], [High-Level Spell Resistance], [Muscle is Power]

All three are perfect-quality consumable scrolls, and all of them increase resistance to arcane magic. The last one, in particular, [Muscles are Power], temporarily increases magic resistance based on physical strength.

'No way, just how rich is this person?!'

The question arose simultaneously in the minds of everyone in the clock tower, including Nikolai and the forum players watching the live stream, as well as Möbius.

Perfect quality consumable scrolls are expensive, and even members of large guilds who want to exchange them for their contribution points have to write reports, make applications, and go through procedures.

Buying on the black market will only cost more.

"Something's wrong."

Nikolai's forehead was still damp with cold sweat. He waved his wand and used teleportation to embed the two entangled six-legged chariots into the wall.

His mind remained clear, and he used the "Human Palace Intelligence" feature in his friend communication panel to check the turnover of the Loujie Casting Star Anvil Shop.

(【Human Palace Intelligence】is an online consultation service recently launched by Whale Song Guild. In essence, it is a cloned brain wet device that is replaced periodically. It has no hands, feet, or limbs and is connected to Whale Song's AI server.)

Regular players can pay a monthly subscription fee to add [RenGong Intelligence] as a friend in the killing field and use the friend communication function to use [RenGong Intelligence] as an online AI Q&A software. (This is very suitable for areas without internet access.)
The store where Zhuxing Anvil is located is not in a remote area. There are surveillance cameras at the street intersections, which can clearly show the customer flow and conversion rate.

Even without accessing monitoring, a large number of peer stores have studied information about CastStar Anvil, analyzing its average order value, inventory turnover rate, monthly profit, net profit, cost, and so on.

According to the real-time calculations of [Human Palace Intelligence], even if Li Sheng pocketed all the profits from the entire Star Casting Anvil, it would still be difficult to afford so many perfect quality consumption scrolls that were purchased at high prices on the black market.

"Ah,"

As if guessing what they were thinking, a deep voice came from the loudspeakers of the mechanical convoy, "I just collected the customers' prepayment first, then extended the delivery period, said the props ordered by the customers were in our store's inventory, and mortgaged them to several banks to borrow a large sum of money for temporary cash flow."

???

They actually said it out loud! Isn't this fraudulent mortgage lending, loan fraud, and contract fraud? It's definitely a financial crime!

Where did you learn that? The bridge jump?!
Everyone was secretly cursing, but they had to admit that Ant's move was indeed ruthless and very much in line with the style of the City of London.

The so-called Western spirit of contract is nothing but bullshit. The strong can disregard, alter, or even create rules according to their own interests.

As long as the ant can survive, and even without expecting to win, no low-street bank will sue him.

The victor is not to be blamed, it's that simple.

"Next,"

Inside the cockpit, amidst flesh and machine, Li Sheng loosened his fist. The swarm of machines simultaneously extended their giant scythes, their gaping maws slightly parted, revealing a sinister grin. "My turn."

boom--

With their back thrusters spewing out eerie blue flames, the massive swarm of gravity-defying machines soared over the Thames like cannonballs.

Möbius used a teleportation array to escape instantly. The London Eye beneath his feet was doomed.

The Ferris wheel, already half-melted from being scorched by the Britannia lightsaber, was struck heavily by a swarm of machines and detached itself from its A-frame support, tumbling and tipping over at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed before crashing into a fish and chips shop.

The mechanical horde shook its heads, shaking off the metal fragments stuck between its top shells, and turned to look, its gaze still fixed on Möbius.

The pursuit continues.

From the perspective of the anomaly index detector of a near-Earth orbit spy satellite, two bright spots flashed at high frequency throughout the heart of London. A giant scythe cleaved the steel cables of Tower Bridge, causing the bridge deck to collapse and sink into the river.

Violent gunfire pierced the clock face of Big Ben, and machine gun fire destroyed the stained-glass windows of St. Paul's Cathedral.

As for Buckingham Palace and Westminster Palace, they were like sandcastles on a beach facing the rising tide, a complete mess.

These two buildings are so old that they are incredibly fragile without any supernatural protection or the use of more robust modern building materials.

If Britain were still at its zenith, there would be no need to build defenses in the heart of the empire. But when Britain itself weakens significantly, it becomes powerless even to do so.

One minute, two minutes
The withering of Möbius's arms had spread from his shoulders to his upper body.

He kept teleporting frequently, maintaining distance and keeping the spatial anchor spell applied to the ant to prevent it from using its light-speed burst attack.
While waiting silently, they watched as the colorful, perfect scroll effects on the ants, symbolizing immense wealth, faded.

But now it seems he himself might succumb before the ants and be dried up by the sword of Britannia.

'I'm sorry, President. I've let you down.'

A bitter smile appeared on Möbius's face. The next second, he took a deep breath and teleported to the Greenwich Observatory.

"Ok?"

The mechanical swarm paused for a moment. The Greenwich Observatory was nearly nine kilometers away from the London Eye, almost at the limit of the space anchor spell. It was tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains.

Möbius has already proven that he would rather smash London than compromise, so this teleportation will only be a resolute act of resistance.

As soon as the thought arose, the electronic eyes of the large mechanical swarm rapidly focused and zoomed, clearly seeing the scene of the observatory in the far distance.

Outside the Bell Tower Guild headquarters, a massive hemispherical shield array was visible.

Beneath the magic circle stood two war golems, each about twenty meters tall.

Mobius stood in the middle of the golem, kneeling on one knee, planting the Britannian lightsaber into the soil, and chanting an incantation softly.

"Whispers from the void, destiny returns to silence."

A strong sense of threat washed over Li Sheng like a chill.

Before he came, he had used his suicide note to glimpse the future, and what followed was the moment when he had the highest probability of dying.

"In the name of eternal law, in the spirit of the river of time"

The vegetation near the Sword of Light withered instantly, and two steel-cast war golems wielding large axes assumed fighting stances, wary of Li Sheng's light-speed impact.

Nicholas and his companions on the surface of London also realized that the decisive moment had arrived. Ignoring the faint glow of scrolls still emanating from the massive mechanical horde and their own dwindling spiritual energy, they...
They desperately unleashed skills and spells, trying to delay Li Sheng for even a second or two.

"Position, plane, release, exile—"

Nikolai was covered in sweat, roaring furiously. His internal organs had already been mostly sacrificed earlier, and now, if he could draw upon spiritual power again, the only option was to stab his heart with his staff.

The staff pierced his heart with a "thud," and Nikolai's vision quickly went black, but fortunately, he still managed to cast the spell.

A dozen meters below the massive mechanical horde, a portal resembling the one used in the inverted pyramid secret realm appeared, generating a terrifying suction force that prevented Li Sheng from escaping.

Banishment, Immobilization, Confusion
The spells were unleashed on the heavily magic-resistant mechanical horde as if they were free, accumulating little by little to become an obstacle.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

Nine kilometers away, Möbius's incantation was nearing its end.

Its name is "Death by Law," a ninth-ring enchantment spell. After a long incantation, it uses a single, powerful word to directly sentence a creature to death within the realm of real-world rules.

This is the trump card of the Bell Tower Guild. No matter how extraordinary the players are or how different their appearance is from that of humans, their life essence is still that of living beings with souls.

The interrupt effect of the Soul-Locking Bell of the Vast Ocean was blocked by the large protective array of the Bell Tower. The Familiar Swap and Light Speed ​​Elbow Strike were unusable because they were still within the spatial anchor's range.

As for the "Stubborn Stone Rooting Technique," it can only enhance one's physical resistance, but cannot defend against the obliteration at the rule level.

"You seem to have forgotten something,"

The massive swarm of machines looked down and said in a low, hoarse voice, "There shouldn't be any thunderstorms in London tonight."

what?
Confusion and bewilderment arose in the minds of the monks at the Bell Tower.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and the dark clouds in the night sky rapidly changed shape, twisting and transforming into a hideous, blurry human face.

【Title: Compassionate Requiem】

[Special Effect: Soul Infusion. Touching an object causes it to spontaneously generate a soul based on its own characteristics. The more complex, complete, and self-consistent the object, the more powerful the soul generated.]

Let's rewind to 4:39 AM in London.
At that time, Li Sheng used the "Compassionate Soul-Giving Melody" to imbue the thunderclouds in the London night sky with a soul.

Lei Yun alone could not possibly develop a complex mind.

However, with the assistance of another tool, the "Assembled Doll Mod," the clouds were first assembled with graphene aerogel with a density of 0.11 kg/m³, which allows them to float in the air. Then, chips were attached to the aerogel.

By taking this unconventional approach, the overall complexity of the thundercloud is forcibly increased, causing it to develop a rough, albeit sluggish, mindset that is still communicative.

Thundercloud's own soul is so weak and insignificant, yet the energy it controls is so vast.

Li Sheng's instruction to the clouds was simple—wait.

Until now.

The swarm of machines suddenly raised their upper limbs and pointed them towards the sky.

Under the cover of night, the thundercloud, with its hideous face and covering most of London, suddenly unleashed a deafening thunderbolt.

Right in the middle are those bell tower monks.

All spells, including the banishment spell, were interrupted. Li Sheng released his hand and controlled the swarm of machines to retreat rapidly, flying a kilometer away.

It was this one kilometer that caused him to lose his spatial anchor.

From a great distance, Möbius also witnessed the scene unfolding in central London. His pupils contracted violently, half of his body nearly carbonized, and he roared in a deafening roar.

"Your flesh and blood, your soul, and your karma all belong to..."

The difference of the last word is like an insurmountable chasm.

The mechanical corps, or rather, Li Sheng, has already grasped the key to the toy factory.

Möbius's sword of light was stuck in the lawn of the clock tower headquarters. He himself was chanting the incantation "Death by Law," unable to teleport away or land on the killing field. He was like a human target.

Click.

Li Sheng attached the factory key to the outside of his elbow and aimed at the Greenwich Observatory.

Finally, a lightning-fast elbow strike.

(End of this chapter)