Above Destiny

Chapter 602 A Little Hardship for the Secret Service
Without warning, all the lights in the entire vault flashed for a moment.

Like blinking.

Moment.

But after a fleeting moment, the blood-red blade pierced through the guard's chest.

Panying!

In the hands of the orthodox group, Pan Ying sang and trembled, blood flames erupted and swept across, and the emblems of the three priests lit up instantly, bursting forth under Old Tang's extremely skillful control.

Microbes form the system, eroding everything in their path; scars form the surface, leaving wounds that cannot heal; a bloodied wrist forms the core, elevating a hasty sword strike to a terrifying level of all-out effort.

There wasn't even time to blink.

"—"

The guard instinctively tried to make a sound, but he only felt that the Heavenly Law he was connected to, as well as all the matrices and rituals in the entire storage vault, had lost contact.

It was somehow separated from the entire repository, which was tightly integrated with it.

incredible.

All surveillance footage was instantly severed and replaced by the mechanical spiders released from beneath Old Tang's heels. Furthermore, under the erosion of more Creation Spirits, his permissions within the entire system were abruptly cut off, or rather…

Impersonation.

An identical set of administrative privileges appeared in the repository, taking over everything, but the passwords and authentication methods became completely different.

My account has been hacked!

There wasn't even time for shock or disbelief.

In that brief moment, Tianyuan, as a reborn being, instinctively chose to unleash his full power!

Indiscriminately, without distinction between friend and foe, and without regard to any object, it inflicts destruction equally and violently, killing everyone to the maximum extent possible, while preserving itself and triggering an alarm.

He dared not hope that he could defeat the enemy or make a comeback with a sliver of health, but instead made the choice with the highest success rate—as long as the situation here could be communicated to the outside world, he would still have a glimmer of hope!
But does it really exist?

No.

For a wolf, even a moment is ultimately too long.

When Bai Lu faced Tian Yuan, it was as if they were face to face within five steps. In that short moment, with his full power, Bai Lu could finish several rounds of attacks, and then have a smoke and a foot bath.

The invisible ripples were still brewing in the void, but before they could even take shape, time seemed to come to an abrupt halt, and everything stagnated.

Only a figure wreathed in black flames, smiling, strolled forward leisurely.

He reached out and pressed his hand against that stiff face that didn't even have time to show fear or contortion.

—Truly, a man of exceptional talent and beauty!

It was as if I could feel the sweet aroma so close to my nose, flowing into my lungs like spring water, soothing my soul, bringing indescribable comfort, and triggering an uncontrollable hunger!
The aroma of Tianyuan is so wonderful!
The moment they realized it, they involuntarily tore off their disguise and revealed their hideous true nature.

The pitch-black shadow suddenly expanded, and the pitch-black smoke transformed into the writhing fur of a beast, spreading endlessly, while sharp claws and fangs extended outwards.

It opened its mouth and bit down on his throat!

It was too fast, too fast. There was no time to react. By the time the guard realized what the approaching darkness was, it was already over.

The brewing counterattack and outburst were torn apart by the sharp claws, interrupting the skill and advancing unimpeded.

Thousands of afterimages spread out like a waterfall, engulfing him.

Those eerie claws moved with such force that they encountered no resistance whatsoever, not even a gust of wind was stirred up; all the power was concentrated in the sharp edges of the claws.

The wolf's skill is revealed in this brutal display.

The standards are outrageously high.

It's less a standard and more a rigidity.

Instead of adjusting according to the differences and situations between ourselves and the enemy, they rigidly add skills to their attacks, applying them in a rigid manner without any deviation.

Limited by his own control methods and experience, Ji Jue could not control this wolf body as if it were an extension of his arm. He could only forcefully trigger his instincts and issue commands, like releasing a skill by pressing a button.

Ultimately, it lacks flexibility.

It may seem sharp, but if spread, it will only make one a laughing stock.

But at this moment, it is more than enough to deal with a Tengen who has no ability to resist!

Besides, it's just a consumable item, so why bother with it?

Without any mercy, it unleashed all the power within this body, even destroying the body and soul, in exchange for this moment of explosive power.

Blood Vibration, Bone Piercing, Spirit Slaughter—

In the blink of an eye, dozens or even hundreds of hunting techniques were applied to Tianyuan's body and soul.

It completely crushed the last shred of resistance.

The poison of wolf blood had penetrated deep into his bones, spreading, diffusing, and eroding his soul, crushing even the last vestige of consciousness into dust.

Snapped!
In the blink of an eye, everything is completely different.

Blood mist erupted, and claw marks burst forth from the guard's body, tearing him down to a skeleton like a slow, agonizing death. Yet, with unparalleled precision, the guard did not completely rip apart the soul, instead preserving a sliver of life and the integrity of the matrix.

What a pity, so many blessings...

I can see it, but I can't get it.

Ji Jue ignored the cracking sounds coming from his body and sighed deeply.

With a deft touch, the remaining body, still connected to the entire vault's secret ritual, was detached from the Pan Ying, and an injection was given to ensure that the sudden death would not cause any accidents.

ended.

He raised his head and looked at the treasure trove before him.

Soon, he turned around and looked at Old Tang, whose face was splattered with blood.

smile.

Old Tang subconsciously took a step back, his whole body trembling with fear. What was this bastard up to now? Idioms like "cut the weeds and eliminate the roots," "discard the bridge after crossing the river," and "kill the dog after the rabbit is caught" kept popping into his mind, uncontrollably.

Ji Jue simply smiled and gestured.

He pointed to the target beside him.

—A strategic megaton-class fusion bomb!

"Please, my friend."

Ji Jue told him expectantly, "The time has come to play its role."

"Holy crap..."

In the dead silence, Old Tang subconsciously raised his head and looked at the missile warhead that was taller than himself.

His throat felt dry, so he swallowed hard.

The fusion bomb stood silently under the pale light, its exaggerated outline casting a menacing shadow on Tang Qian's face.

Wait, wait a minute!
So big... I'll die, won't I? But unlike his wavering and panic, his body inexplicably became hot, burning hot, and his breathing gradually became rapid, unable to suppress the anticipation and thirst in his heart.

Because during the traditional burnt offering ceremony, all the ancestors became excited!

Wow, that's awesome!

【Croak! Even if I die now, it'll be worth it!】

[Bring it in quickly! Let me have a taste!]

【I'll go first!】

I was right first!

[Don't worry, Fourth Uncle worked the hardest, he'll be the first to taste the fruits of our labor!]

……

These damn ancestors are beyond saving!

Old Tang's expression twitched, wave after wave, but he finally didn't hesitate. He gritted his teeth, reached out, and pressed his hand on the fusion bomb.

Instantly, as the fusion bomb disappeared, an unprecedented feeling of fullness and expansion emerged from within, almost overwhelming.

Such a huge burden.

His face was ashen, he was drenched in sweat, and his eyes rolled back unconsciously.

I almost fainted.

While he was struggling to adapt, Ji Jue began a frenzied ransacking of the warehouse. In the blink of an eye, several iron boxes even larger than himself were placed in front of him.

It was like queuing up.

"Come on, just a little more, just a little bit more. Keep going, friend, believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Stop barking like a dog!"

Old Tang was about to throw up: "That's enough!"

After repeated tugging, constant encouragement and support, and finally confirming that Lao Tang really couldn't eat another drop, Ji Jue reluctantly gave up on some of the not-so-rare but expensive ingredients.

Instead, they began to destroy the traces at the scene, while simultaneously erasing any clues or remnants of the two individuals' actions.

The movements were incredibly skillful and fluid.

In less than half a minute, the entire vault was completely transformed, and there was no trace of the two people having done anything to it.

"That's it?" Tang Qian asked incredulously, growing increasingly indignant. "So why the hell did you make me bring so much stuff?"

"It's always better to be prepared!"

Ji Jue asked in confusion, "Shouldn't we have backup plans? We should even have backup plans for backup plans. Besides, even if we don't need them, what's wrong with carrying extra loads? This is a valuable training opportunity for you..."

"enough."

Tang Qian raised his hand, interrupting Ji Jue's barking, "Alright, now the problem is, it's time for your backup plan—we've got the stuff, how do we run away?"

He looked at Ji Jue suspiciously, full of vigilance: "You're not planning to fight your way out, are you?"

"Why run?"

Ji Jue asked in confusion, then grinned, "Have you forgotten why we came here?"

Tang Qian stared blankly, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Wait, no, this..."

He stared in disbelief: "Is this correct?"

"What's wrong with that? It's right. That's how it was when we arrived. If it weren't for us, the Empire would have been kept in the dark for who knows how long."

They even thanked us.

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, glanced at the mess, and chuckled softly: "Now, the Armaments Department should give us an explanation."

In that instant, he smashed the alarm button on the wall next to him without hesitation.

A piercing sound erupted instantly, echoing throughout the entire military base.

Two minutes later, the grim-faced commissioner returned to the car with the injured and weak driver, then took out his own communicator and dialed Passatella's number.

The hoarse voice was filled with panic:
"Your Excellency, something terrible has happened..."

Soon, amidst cries of agony, the armory was completely sealed off under the commissioner's command.

"Take everyone down!" The commissioner's expression was grim. "Don't let a single blade of grass escape, not even a fly get out of here, understand?"

And so, they started the car and sped toward the bunker command post.

Prior to this, photos from the scene and an urgent report from the Armaments Department had already been sent back to the silent command post.

The scene inside the confidential weapons storage facility was one of utter chaos!
It looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

According to rough statistics and comparisons, the engines and spare parts of the two new fighter jets, the materials and consumables required for hundreds of secret rituals, and even four tons of gold kept in a vault as collateral by the public and private authorities.

And most deadly of all... a megaton-class fusion bomb!
They've all disappeared!

Then, a jumble of miscellaneous messages from various departments finally came in.

Moreover, the lack of coherence, the contradictory testimonies, the completely incomprehensible situation, and the conflicting reports left readers utterly bewildered and unable to understand what had happened.

The only thing that is confirmed is this:

Everyone in the Armaments Department is a complete idiot, being played like a fool!
The guard lost consciousness, suffered severe injuries, and completely lost his mind and memory. He is now dying in the ICU, and all the protection and control systems in the entire vault have long since failed.

Furthermore, all the videos and surveillance footage collected over the past few days have been fabricated!

If it weren't for the special comrade's personal investigation, who knows how much longer we would have been kept in the dark...

Most importantly, the fusion bomb is gone!
Damn it, it's really gone!
It was like a hundred thousand mountains suddenly crushing a camel; amidst the continuous stream of bad news, everyone's vision went black again and again.

There wasn't even time to think.

In the short span of less than half an hour since the attack began, too much shock and chaos have followed.

The explosion of the phlogiston refinery, the attack on the base, the loss of control of the deterrence mechanism, the launch of the Revenge, the disappearance of the fusion bomb... one nightmare after another, more devastating than the last, unfolded before our eyes.

At this moment, the worst situation has emerged, leaving no room for hesitation or wavering.

The Grand Duke's roar echoed throughout the entire bunker.

The out-of-control thunder and flames almost completely burned the bunker to the ground.

"Why are you still standing there?!"

Passarella smashed the table in front of him to pieces. "So many people, more than ten minutes have passed, and you still can't take down a single bomber? What use are you bunch of useless trash to the Empire?!"
Tell everyone to take down that damned bastard at all costs!
Also, tell that old bastard Dordonville to stop spouting imperial laws at me. If the fusion bomb really explodes in Tower City, I'll make sure he and his secret service are the first to die!

Do you understand?!

(End of this chapter)