The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

The roar of machine guns shattered the afternoon tranquility, and bullets rained down like a storm!

Dozens of firing positions on the high-rise buildings surrounding the parking lot opened fire simultaneously, creating a dense network of fire that completely covered the area on the right.

The scar on Brother Biao's face reflected a scarlet light in the sunlight.

The sinister smile on his face was still frozen in place.

He saw the first bullet pierce the temple of the blond-haired thug next to him—the young man's head exploded like a watermelon struck by a hammer.

The red and white mixture splattered onto Brother Biao's bulging veins, leaving a warm and sticky sensation.

Fortunately, Brother Biao reacted very quickly.

The moment the gunshot rang out, an earthen-yellow energy shield was erected.

But his men weren't so lucky; the sound of bullets piercing flesh echoed everywhere, and blood exploded on the concrete floor like flamboyant red flowers.

"Fuck your mother, Mengde!"

Brother Biao roared, his scars contorted with rage.

I'm going to tear you apart!

His body began to swell, his muscles bulged at a visible speed, and scale-like patterns appeared on his skin.

This is his special ability, "Yellow Earth Tyrannosaurus Transformation," which can increase his physical strength several times over in a short period of time.

With arms crossed in front of him, an earthen-yellow energy shield appeared like a tortoise shell.

Bullets struck the shield, exploding into countless sparks, while stray bullets plowed deep furrows into the concrete ground.

A woman hiding behind Mr. Qian was hit in the abdomen by a ricocheting bullet. Her intestines were spilling out between her fingers as she screamed for her husband.

Mr. Qian quickly hid behind several bodyguards, shouting as if his face had turned deathly pale.

"Stop! We can discuss terms!"

Mr. Qian's gold-rimmed glasses were stained red with blood mist. He trembled as he pulled out his gold-plated pistol, only to find that the trigger was stuck by the brains splattered from his subordinates.

This financial tycoon, who manipulated the stock market before the apocalypse, now resembled a terrified fat rat, his suit trousers oozing a foul-smelling liquid, his expensive handmade leather shoes slipping on his bodyguard's shattered eyeballs.

He saw his expensively hired superhuman bodyguard raise his hands, only to be struck in the chest by three armor-piercing bullets simultaneously—his strong body, worth fifty boxes of canned goods, was torn in two like a rag doll.

Biao Ge's pupils reflected a hellish scene: his trusted confidant, A Kun, tried to use his metallization ability to resist, but was cut into a human jigsaw puzzle by the crossfire network;

Xiao Die, the most beloved mistress, was holding a wounded baby. As the mother and child were cut in half by a 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullet, the woman's lips, painted with Dior lipstick, were still moving.

Blood sprayed out in a fan shape under high pressure, as if dyeing their "Xu Huan propaganda sign" of "refusing to cooperate" dark red.

Mengde stood on the high platform, coldly watching all of this.

"No! You're not scared!"

"You know you're going to die!!!"

He slowly raised his right hand and made a downward pressing gesture.

More intense firepower immediately covered the right side of the area, and even Brother Biao's energy shield began to crack.

"Since you're unwilling to live together, then I'll send you to your deaths first."

Mengde's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

Just then, the sound of tearing muscle fibers came from inside Brother Biao's body. His spine tightened like a bowstring, and bulging blood vessels formed strange dragon scale patterns on the surface of his skin.

When the third wave of bullets arrived, the Star Chart level ability user's body had swelled to three meters tall, and his keratinized skin deflected the bullets with a metallic clang.

He smashed through the pile of corpses blocking his way, the concrete pavement cracking like a spiderweb beneath his feet, and flying stones drew blood from the cheeks of the survivors watching from afar.

Suddenly, Brother Biao sprang to his feet, his leg muscles tensing like springs, and he charged toward the platform like a cannonball!
He was incredibly fast, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, his right fist whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Meng De's face. "I'm going to tear you apart!"

Brother Biao's vocal cords mutated into a reptilian hiss, and the moment he stomped his foot, he left a half-meter-deep footprint in the asphalt.

Upon seeing this, a hint of mockery flashed in Mengde's eyes.

On the observation deck, the hem of Mengde's black trench coat was lifted by a strong wind, revealing the "Thunder Blade" longsword wrapped in lightning at his waist—the fine oracle bone script on the scabbard was burning hot.

He didn't even move his feet, he just gently raised his left hand.

When Brother Biao's fist was only ten centimeters away from Mengde's nose, time seemed to suddenly stand still.

The flame-patterned rings all over Mengde's body burst forth with dazzling light, and the moment the crimson-gold wall of fire appeared in the void, the air was distorted into ripples due to the high temperature.

When Brother Biao's fist slammed into the plasma flames, his scaly skin melted like wax, revealing his bare finger bones—bones that were supposed to withstand rocket attacks were carbonizing and peeling off in the flames.

Brother Biao slammed his fist down hard, making a deafening explosion.

"How can it be?!"

Brother Biao stared wide-eyed in disbelief as his fist was engulfed in flames.

The excruciating pain caused him to howl like a wild beast and hastily retreat.

"Star Chart level?"

Meng De sneered, his voice carrying a low, rumbling sound like flowing magma.

"You are not even an ant in front of me."

His right hand suddenly reached forward and grabbed, causing the temperature in the air to rise sharply.

Five fiery chains shot out from the void, instantly binding Brother Biao's limbs and neck.

The sizzling sound of burning flesh accompanied the pungent smell of roasting meat.

The most deadly chain, like a venomous snake, burrowed into Brother Biao's wide-open mouth, pulling out a section of his still-twitching spinal nerve as it passed through the back of his neck.

Brother Biao struggled desperately, only to discover to his horror that the chains of fire were absorbing his supernatural power!
"No, that's impossible."

Biao Ge's voice became hoarse from suffocation.

Mengde didn't give him a chance to continue speaking, and suddenly clenched his right fist.

The fiery chains tightened suddenly, and Brother Biao's body was torn apart in the horrified gazes of the crowd!
Blood and internal organs were spilled all over the ground, and then instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

This scene completely shocked everyone.

Mr. Qian slumped to the ground, his legs as limp and powerless as if they had been pulled out of their sockets.

A dark stain had spread across his crotch, and warm liquid trickled down his inner thighs, forming a shallow puddle on the cement floor that smelled fishy.

His fingers twitched spasmodically, his knuckles were sickly pale, and his nails dug deep into the soft flesh of his palms without him even noticing.

His raised arms trembled like withered branches in the wind, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands looked like twisted earthworms.

The gold-rimmed glasses hung askew on the bridge of his nose, and the pupils behind the lenses shrank to the size of pinpoints, reflecting the figure on the high platform that resembled the Grim Reaper.

He swayed his Adam's apple up and down several times before finally managing to squeeze out a hoarse sound.

"I...I surrender."

Each word was accompanied by the clicking sound of teeth chattering.

Cold sweat rolled down his temples, forming a small stream at his chin, soaking the lapel of his custom-made suit. (End of Chapter)