Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 689 The situation is reversed
The first fingertip nuclear bomb was detonated over the central region.

The white world was easily blasted open, creating a hole. Although it wasn't a residential area, the sight of the massive buildings being swallowed up by the flames was even more visually shocking.

In the firelight, Jian Banxian reappeared.

It's obviously unrealistic to think you can kill him with a fingertip nuclear bomb. Adam was able to easily withstand the repeated bombing of a fingertip nuclear bomb, or even a compressed version. I can't say for sure about other things, but Jian Banxian seems to be a bit more powerful than Adam, that guy who isn't very bright.

However, when Jian Banxian reappeared at this time, he was still skinned alive.

This is not an exaggeration, but a realistic description. Jian Banxian's body was largely burned and evaporated, but from his damaged body, gray branches emerged.

There is more than one gray branch.

Born in an underground laboratory, this was a postnatal plant, painstakingly created through resources and manpower. Before that, the prototype for the Gray Branch wasn't a branch from the Black World… but Jian Banxian himself!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically left half of his own in the lab as material to nourish another gray branch.

A single branch can hardly accomplish great things, which is why he hoped to cultivate another branch that he could guide to become the foundation of a new world.

Unfortunately, that sound plan has fallen apart, and now he can only rely on himself as the "ladder".

Having unleashed his own power and shed the guise of "Jian Quan Shen," Jian Banxian's senses rapidly advanced, allowing him to quickly detect Zheng Fan's figure.

"It is him, it, Him...!"

Although he really wanted to try to resolve this crazy and uncontrollable strange existence, Jian Banxian remained rational and insightful and did not take any action against Zheng Fan.

The Gray Scale Project is not a plan to fight against the Black; its purpose is to end the current isolation of the White World and allow it to integrate into the Black World.

Zheng Fan's stance remains ambiguous, but it is certain that his roots lie in the underworld, and there is no reason to take action against him.

Moreover, now that he was observing Zheng Fan again using the senses of this body, Jian Banxian understood that even if he made a move, he would most likely be no match for him.

He has had contact with spokespeople before, in fact, he has had contact with many.

But the guy in front of me, who still clings tightly to his "illusion" facade, is only slightly similar to those of his proxies; in reality, he is completely different!

It is more profound and essential. It is extremely difficult to tear off the cloak of illusion, and tearing off the cloak will only accelerate the process of its "awakening".

On Jian Banxian's face, which was about to be swallowed by the twisted mass of gray branches, the remaining human-like part revealed a sarcastic and helpless smile: "Ha, no matter what kind of thoughts and grand ambitions one has, in essence, one is just playing this fairytale-like game with the supreme monarch..."

This will not shake his resolve.

That's why we must persevere.

Whether he succeeds or fails, he wants his own fairy tale, not someone else's.

Ignoring Zheng Fan, he flew straight towards the White Night Lighthouse in the Central District, crashing into it with his tiny body. In an instant, numerous thick gray branches seemed to sprout from seeds, wrapping around the lighthouse and completely engulfing it in a flash.

Immediately after a brief silence, the White Night Lighthouse was activated.

But what it emitted at this moment was not the brilliance that could make the night as bright as day, but a gray that seemed to bring everything to a state of gloom.

……

The capital, which had just calmed down a little, became restless again.

It gave them almost no chance to breathe, and this wasn't just a simple white-clad attack. The gray forces concentrated their power in the central area and launched a direct, point-to-point explosion.

Most of them are falling apart.

If the white world capital continues to be maintained by white factors, the final result will be shattering, unless it is transformed into a gray world capital.

This situation was quickly detected and synchronized with the Society and the Lighthouse.

"The gray neighborhoods must be completely eradicated as quickly as possible!"

Upon hearing this instruction, some of the lamplighters hesitated.

Was this what they were originally supposed to do?
……

Amidst the chaos, Lu Chongming intercepted Bai Wucang, the central leader of Dadu, who was leading his group to evacuate through the thousands of corridors.

"Lu Chongming!? What are you doing here!?"

"You're not planning to take revenge, are you?! Eliadodic's accusations were indeed correct!"

"The bureau needs to be reorganized!"

Despite the blustering but ultimately weak insults around him, Lu Chongming's gaze and attention remained fixed on Bai Wucang: "Mr. Leader, please cooperate with us. Even if a split is inevitable, we must do something to salvage the situation." "Young man, I will not help you," Bai Wucang shook his head slightly, looking at Lu Chongming with a pitying gaze. "The duty has been set."

"Your duty is not to lead the capital..."

“My responsibility is to be the person behind me. It’s that simple,” Bai Wucang sighed. “The definition of a person carries different weight in different people’s minds.”

"I see." Lu Chongming immediately understood.

The negotiations broke down.

He took a step forward, lightning flashing, aiming straight for Bai Wucang.

Unexpectedly, Bai Wucang suddenly raised his hand, blocking Lu Chongming's arm that he had raised in an instant. Lu Chongming was stunned, and lightning flashed again. The two exchanged blows at close range at an extremely fast speed, a number of times that those behind them could not even comprehend.

Seeing the collision growing louder and louder, they panicked and fled.

"So strong! Even if he has received training from the Seed of Light and is a mature Seed of Light, he shouldn't be this exaggerated!" Lu Chongming was shocked. Even without the Golden Iron Pot, his current strength was enough to rival the Lamplighter in normal times.

At least back in the Lumière Street era, he was confident he could beat a de Ville—unless he and his lover were together.

However, his attack was easily blocked by Bai Wucang.

"I don't want to do this, it will make things very difficult for me later, but it seems there's no other way now." Bai Wucang sighed again.

Lu Chongming was taken aback, and then he heard the sound of the chain swinging.

Lantern...

A lantern hung from Bai Wucang's wrist, emitting a faint white light.

Immediately following, the mental imagery is overlaid.

The simple, pure white light extended outwards, running along his arm and striking directly at Lu Chongming's head, engulfing all of Lu Chongming's strength.

Bang bang bang!
Several punches landed on Lu Chongming's body with a series of explosive sounds.

"Oh? Even though you were suppressed by my mental image, you can still block my attack by changing your body?" Bai Wucang looked at Lu Chongming, who hadn't fallen yet, and was somewhat surprised.

Lu Chongming was covered in sweat.

Who the hell said this is a Seed of Light...? This is clearly a Lamplighter! And among Lamplighters, it's not weak at all!
Why does he always have to face these unmanageable situations every time he gets a little stronger?!

Just as he was pondering how to deal with the enemy, a white flower suddenly drifted by, its petals swirling. Alarm bells rang in Lu Chongming's mind once again. As he reacted, the petals even carved out several holes in Bai Wucang's mental image, detonating directly.

Boom!

Lu Chongming rolled around on the ground in a sorry state, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The White Rose of the Prism Force!

"I'll assist you with your evacuation." Bai Qiangwei appeared, glanced at Lu Chongming, and then said to Bai Wucang.

Bai Wucang's expression was not good: "After today, you must give me an explanation."

"You'll know the answer after today, Your Excellency," White Rose said, showing little interest.

Lu Chongming got up again: "We can't even beat one, how can there be a second one? Are we even going to play anymore... We have to go back to the Golden Iron Pot."

There's no way to win this battle; the safest course of action is to retreat to town.

Stab it!

A loud clap of thunder suddenly rang out, and the corridor where the three were located shook violently.

Bai Wucang and Bai Qiangwei stared blankly at Lu Chongming, who was equally bewildered: He hadn't turned on the electricity, and he didn't know anything about it!

It wasn't over yet; the thunder grew louder and more piercing, and the vibrations became increasingly intense...

They're closing in on them!

Bang!
The walls of the thousands of corridors were ripped open, and bright red electric light swirled like dragons and snakes. High-heeled boots pounded the ground, fiery red hair fluttered, and golden eyes as bright as sunlight looked down at the entire scene.

"Found one~ So far, I haven't met anyone who can take a beating. Who wants to play with me?" Luo Ye's smile was arrogant, with the corners of his mouth turned up high.

Holy crap, now it's the other side who can't fight or complain about the unfairness.

(End of this chapter)