Above Destiny

Chapter 778 Flame
There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any sweeping waves.

Even the sound of crying cannot be heard.

In this dull, mediocre, uneventful twilight that seems to have passed countless times and will continue to pass countless times, the first spark of great evil fire emerges from the withered and numb understanding.

It was like triggering a chain reaction...

A tiny spark rose into the air, sparking countless fragmented illusory lights.

In a deathly silent world, when the first spark of decay ignites from within the soul, it is as if it has fallen into a powder keg and a haystack, inevitably triggering its spread and diffusion.

At first it was a faint, intermittent burst, then scattered like stars, and then suddenly an invisible tide erupted, engulfing everything.

One soul after another was submerged in it, and in the sighs, in the silence, in the distant groans, they suddenly realized.

There was not even any resistance or turmoil; they simply lowered their heads as if it were their due, accepting everything that should rightfully belong to them.

And so, the lighthouse cried out in anguish, and tremors shook!

As twilight gradually descended, the faint, pale afterglow trembled violently, slowly turning crimson, and finally transforming into a viscous, purplish-black hue reminiscent of decaying blood…

It's even impossible to stop.

Connecting the order of the seven cities, linking the residents of the seven cities, and constructing the celestial core of the seven cities—this was its function and responsibility. But now, this connection and order has become the biggest accomplice in the transmission of flames, a fuse that entangles all souls in one place.

As each insignificant weight of a soul was sprinkled onto the scales, piling up like a mountain and utterly crushing the original measure, a violent burst of flames shot into the sky from the darkness.

Endless blue flames, like a torrential rain, descended from the sky, engulfing everything and falling upon bewildered, numb, or completely indifferent souls.

From sewers to overpasses and underpasses, to narrow alleys and streets, from shacks in slums to densely packed apartments, and then to magnificent palaces, whether homeless or high-ranking nobles, all received the same blessing in the same understanding.

Flames burn, igniting from every soul and every beating heart.

And so, under the brutal glow of that lighthouse, the unstoppable alienation and distortion finally began in earnest.

From the stinking sewer water came the sound of breaking. The homeless man, huddled in the pipe, heard the distant noise, looked around blankly, and then used his six wooden legs to nimbly climb up and scatter in all directions.

In the noisy shipyard, a shipwright, wearily scrubbing the hull of a ship, yawned, dropping the brush in his hand to the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The brush is right in your own hands.

He raised his arm, which had transformed into a brush, and threw himself back into the arduous work. His smiling expression gradually stiffened, revealing wood grain and iron hues, forever solidifying into a passionate but ultimately meaningless look.

Over the radio, the jumbled sounds gradually became clearer and smoother once more. The announcer, whose mouth had become a megaphone, was completely unaware as he read the script in his hands, over and over again, without end.

"Mom, look, my eyes are better!"

The child, whose head was swollen, climbed out of bed and shouted excitedly, showing his mother what he looked like. His two eyes, which looked like glass beads, shone brightly on his shattered face.

Then his mother smiled, raised her hand which had grown out of needles and sewing equipment, and gently stroked his face: "That's wonderful."

The driver, now one with the car, sped along, laden with heavy corpses, heading towards the incinerator. On the streets, sanitation workers skillfully scooped up pieces of flesh with their hands, which had transformed into shovels, and tossed them into the truck bed. Not far away, policemen, whose arms had sprouted guns, gradually hunched over, as more and more arms and limbs grew from their bodies, becoming increasingly agile.

The sailors, who had become one with the deck, scraped the rust off the railings and tossed the pieces into their mouths to eat with gusto.

Laughter.

It was as if they had shed a heavy burden, their steps were light and their figures agile.

For some reason, I suddenly stopped feeling pain.

What is there to be pained or saddened by? Yesterday was like this, tomorrow will be like this, and the future will be like this. As long as it is like this, that's fine... There's nothing wrong with it, nothing is a big deal.

No, this is absolutely wonderful!

Cheers erupted, along with loud singing; the bitter seawater churned and gradually transformed into a joyful ocean.

Only within the magnificent and extravagant palace did screams erupt continuously.

"What's going on! Why..."

The ruler struggled in terror, watching as the guests turned into clay and wooden figures, and the guards gradually swelled up as if they were turning into giant statues. Meanwhile, his own flesh and blood writhed, growing roots that gradually wrapped around the ornate chair beneath his buttocks, as he screamed with all his might.

But the guests remained unmoved, watching him with delight, applauding and praising him.

Until the last fear vanished from the city lord's eyes, replaced by the same joy and peace, this strange demeanor seemed to become second nature, as if it were always meant to be this way.

He opened his belly-sized mouth once more, burst into laughter, and commanded the puppet singers to dance once more.

Chaos, unstoppable chaos and distortion are spreading.

Unstoppable.

The gifts emanating from stagnation and decay, the materialization of the soul, manifest themselves in the followers who have long been immersed in them…

"Help! Help!!!" In the city of Dan, Garisto trembled, clutching the pendant around his neck tightly. He watched his nephew, who had been transformed into a bizarre vessel, stagger and ran, dialing the phone in his hand again and again.

However, there was no response from beginning to end.

In the end, the call was coldly disconnected.

In the port of Dancheng, the Holy Tree Fleet, amidst the chaos, coldly observed everything before them.

"The family received news that two hours ago, a monstrous insect classified as extinct rioted. The Seven Star Building has received an alert, which may damage the foundation of the empire."

A stern voice rang out on the family's phone: "Forget about the matter of the city of Gluttony for now, Peñarosa. You are the closest fleet and must react the fastest. I know you have objections to the Seven Star Building, but when it comes to the Foundation of Earth, there can be absolutely no room for error, understand?"

"understand!"

Penarossa instinctively straightened up and resolutely declared, "The glory of the Empire will last forever!"

"Very good, I leave it to you."

The voice on the other end said goodbye with satisfaction, and then the call ended.

Penarossa glanced at the other phone still ringing on the table, then coldly looked away and gave the order: "Order all crew members to take their positions immediately. The Imperial order has been issued, and the Sacred Tree Family is about to head to the battlefield!"

Ten minutes later, the fleet, shrouded in blood and fire, sailed straight away from the port, ignoring the storm on the horizon and the chaos behind it, heading into the vast darkness.

On the deck, Peñarosa took one last look in the direction of Ro Island, sighed silently, and looked away.

And so, they abandoned the seven burned cities and never looked back.

boom! ! !
Amidst the earth-shattering collapse, a strange, gigantic hand slowly rose from the very center of the city... A hymn of praise resounded, echoing through the heavens.

"Help! Holy crap! Help me!"

Minkler's screams reached their limit as he ran frantically, barefoot and wearing only a bathrobe!

Tears and snot were practically flying off my face, splashing into the wind.

Behind them, buildings collapsed with a deafening roar, and from the rising dust, a huge, distorted face emerged, followed by another, and yet another…

Faces and heads were linked together like a centipede, with hundreds of limbs waving and constantly shouting or hissing.

Minkler had seen every single one of those faces in his family museum, and every single one of them was one of his ancestors!
Even his own father, Bustaman, was among them...

Unfortunately, the bond between father and son is no longer there.

Those hideous, empty faces were staring intently at him, filled with hunger.

Numerous drones took off and landed, and the fully armed exoskeleton armored squads and riot cats fired continuously, but they couldn't stop the behemoth from expanding and going out of control...

Amidst the chaotic explosions, the entire Xiangzhou was thrown into turmoil. People seeking emergency refuge were blocked in the streets, and screams of terror could be heard from time to time.

Without realizing it, some people around you suddenly turn into all sorts of weird and wonderful things.

The entire city has been plunged into unprecedented turmoil.

"Damn it, I knew it, I knew it... You bunch of bastards, a leopard can't change its spots!"

Minkler, his face streaked with tears and snot, still cursed the wailing, mutated figures. He even raised his weapon and fired a burst of bullets at the horde: "How much money have I given you? How many bonuses have I paid you? And you're still fucking greedy! You fucking deserve to die!"

Unfortunately, no matter how much he roared and questioned, it was no use.

When the azure flames rained down from the sky, he was already awakened from his dream and heard his father Bustaman's screams... Right before his eyes, Bustaman's soul convulsed violently, turning into a huge sphere. Then, one sphere after another emerged from the ground, devouring and merging with each other, and began chasing him to his death!
Fortunately, Minkler reacted quickly. Without even putting on his clothes, he grabbed the already loaded weapon from under the bed, climbed out the window, and ran outside.

Riding the motorcycle, they sped along in a sorry state, with the eerie behemoth still relentlessly pursuing them from behind.

My desire to die reached an unprecedented peak.

Grief-stricken, I question:

Why are you chasing me?!

"Because you are Chopra, Minkler."

An unexpected sound rang in his ears, startling him. He turned around blankly and saw the figure on the desolate street ahead.

In an instant, he went from despair to ecstasy, almost wanting to rush forward and hug that warm leg, wailing, "Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji!!!"

"I never expected that such a loose end would be left behind."

Ji Jue sighed softly, looking at the colossal creature rushing towards him through the billowing dust, and sincerely reflected, "I wasn't careful enough before."

On a few occasions, I acted without restraint, and this is the consequence...

(End of this chapter)