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Chapter 117 Tian Guochao: Uncle, I've come to pick you up.

Time passed quietly.

After receiving that urgent order from the rebel headquarters.

Gled's attitude underwent a fundamental change.

He was leading Locke forward at that moment.

The atmosphere between the two was completely different from the tense standoff at the entrance of the branch base just minutes earlier.

Just minutes before, he was pointing a gun at Locke, speaking sternly.

But almost at the same time, he received an urgent order—

【Mr. Glide!】

Please escort Mr. Locke Kent to the headquarters core area with the highest honors!

The contents of the instructions shocked him so much that he was almost speechless, but they also instantly dispelled all his doubts and wariness.

"This is it."

Gled stopped in front of a metal wall covered with deep rust and slippery moss.

If you don't look closely, it looks exactly like any other part of the sewer.

But then Glad pressed his fingers quickly and accurately into several tiny indentations that were barely perceptible to the naked eye.

“Crack! Crack!”

A low, smooth sound of machinery turning immediately came from inside the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the thick wall silently slid open a crack, revealing a passage behind it that glowed with a faint blue guiding light.

Follow Glad through this short but technologically advanced tunnel.

After walking several dozen more steps, Locke was suddenly greeted by a bright and clear view!
Inside, there were no longer endless cold pipes and damp air; instead, there was an extremely open plaza space, as if the entire underground had been hollowed out and rebuilt.

What's most astonishing is what's above their heads—

It wasn't the rock or metal dome I had imagined, but an incredibly realistic, crystal-clear blue 'sky'.

There are even cases where the means of achieving this are unknown.

The warm and gentle sunlight shines down.

The light seemed to have been precisely calculated.

It almost gives you the illusion of being on the surface in the afternoon, instantly making you forget that you are deep underground.

Artificial sky? Simulated sunlight? That's quite an ambitious project.

Locke nodded slightly, gaining a new assessment of the resources and technological capabilities of this resistance force.

However, when he shifted his gaze from the miraculous dome to carefully survey the base plaza, which was planned like a miniature futuristic town, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

It's so quiet.

The square is well-planned, and even features simulated streets, shops, and public facilities.

The smooth alloy floor reflected the soft 'skylight'.

but.
But there was no one there.

An unsettling silence enveloped everything, almost tangible, with only a gentle breeze, seemingly blowing from the simulated environment system, carrying a refreshing scent.

But this only added to the inexplicable stillness and ominousness.

"Something's not right here, Father."

Shen Du's voice carried a hint of wariness as he whispered in his ear, "It's like a meticulously arranged stage, but lacking actors."

Locke nodded in agreement; the extreme silence was the complete opposite of the bustling activity and vitality he had imagined a rebel base to be like.

He turned his head, about to ask Glad the reason for this unusual situation—

"Whoosh whoosh—"

A series of rapid and unusually orderly footsteps suddenly came from a passageway at the other end of the square.

This instantly shattered the suffocating silence and interrupted his question.

A group of people were hurrying towards their location.

The three leaders had very distinctive features, and Locke recognized them almost immediately:

The bald old man sitting in the high-tech wheelchair should be Charles, the man Giorno mentioned.

Like Logan, he is a mutant who was thrown into this world by someone unknown.

And, that young man whose hairstyle resembled three golden donuts—

Giorno.

When he saw Locke, his eyes instantly lit up with immense surprise and a hint of...
Guilt?

As for the third place...
They are both bald, but their temperaments are completely different.

He was younger, more aloof, and had eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

Seems to be.
Lex?
His gaze swept past everyone the moment he appeared, precisely locking onto Locke, his eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny, calculation, and a hint of indescribable complexity.

Giorno? Charles? And... Lex?

Seeing this strange combination—spanning different timelines, with vastly different backgrounds, and who should have been adversaries—joining forces, Locke understood.

It seems that this is the true core think tank of the world's resistance against the rule of the Heavenly Emperor.

He nodded, temporarily suppressing his doubts about the unusual silence of the base, and was about to step forward to meet the three of them and find out the details.
"Sizzle—! Sizzle—! Sizzle—!"

The crimson rays, so hot they distorted the air, burst forth without warning from the very center of that azure artificial sky!

That was a light that no known weapon could emit.
That was the embodiment of extreme heat and destruction, the absolute power belonging only to 'that person'—

Heat vision!
It was a divine blade of judgment, emitting a teeth-grinding, burning hum in the air, effortlessly slicing through the incomparably solid alloy dome. Then…

"boom!!!!!!"

The dome was slammed into it from the outside by a pure and savage physical force and completely shattered!
Without any warning!

The horn of the Last Judgment suddenly exploded from the very center of the false sky above them!

The sound waves and violent vibrations generated by the explosion materialized into a tsunami!

The entire vast underground space trembled and wailed wildly!
There is no process, only the result.

In just a moment, that expanse of blue was completely torn apart!

A massive hole, its edges burning and twisted, tearing apart the thick alloy and optical camouflage layers, grotesquely replaced the once perfect sky.

Thick smoke and molten, blood-red metal fragments cascaded down like a waterfall.
It hit the smooth ground of the square with a hissing sound.

Locke's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost instinctively looked up sharply.

What they saw outside the hole was not the expected rock or soil structure, but rather...

A distorted play of light and shadow?

Clearly, the true coordinates of this base have been hidden by some extremely sophisticated spatial camouflage or offset technology.

But at this moment, this cutting-edge technology, which was enough to fool most detectors, was violently and irrationally broken and forcibly torn apart by a more absolute, savage, and pure force!
call--!
The violent airflow suddenly pressed down, instantly dispersing the suffocating smoke.

light.

A giant, cold, pale, and utterly lifeless searchlight beam, like a spear of judgment, ruthlessly pierced through the hole and struck precisely in the center of the square.

Within the beam of light, countless dust particles and tiny debris swirled wildly, like panicked ants.

A figure floated in the light.

It was as if divine punishment had descended!

Majestic, solemn!
that man
It was no longer the pure white outfit Locke had seen on the street television screen.

now
He was wearing a suit of armor with extremely smooth lines, every inch of which exuded explosive power!
Its color is not an ostentatious bright gold, but a deep, noble dark gold, as if forged from the core of a molten star!
Even tiny, dangerous arcs of energy flowed and leaped across the surface of the armor, outlining the contours of absolute power, as if only in this way could every inch fit the owner's perfect physique!
The scarlet cloak billowed silently behind him, like blood and flames.

The man's face was as cold and stern as a marble sculpture, and there was not a trace of the warmth and sunshine that Locke was familiar with in his eyes.

All that remained was a cold, absolute feeling, like a celestial being looking down upon ants on the ground...

disregard.

Clark Kent.

His nephew, the child he raised like his own!
Too
The absolute ruler of this shattered world!
God among men!

Emperor of Heaven!

He hovered in mid-air, his cold gaze like a scanner, slowly sweeping over the three core leaders of the resistance below, who seemed frozen in place by an invisible force, their expressions drastically changed.

In the end, that indifferent gaze bypassed everything, precisely and firmly locking onto that person in the old black trench coat, so out of place in this high-tech world…

farmer.

Eyes facing each other.

Time and space seemed to freeze completely at this moment.

Only these two gazes, which had crossed the boundaries of the universe, remained.

"Father!"

"Father!" The voice of "Divine Capital" echoed in Locke's mind, filled with unprecedented astonishment. "He...he's definitely not that big, dumb brother anymore! Shouldn't we—"

"—Retreat first?!"

"."

He ignored the little dragon soul who was so anxious he was about to jump up and down, and who was talking incoherently.

Locke's entire focus was on the man suspended in mid-air.

The "Platinum Star" silently hovered behind him, the concentrated energy of the Gen Mountain flowing through his body with unprecedented efficiency, infusing power into every muscle fiber of his body, putting him in a peak state ready to be unleashed.

but.
Locke felt this was wrong.

He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, and slowly relaxed his muscles.

because--

That's Clark!
And just as Locke had expected, the man in the sky did nothing.

He did not attack, question, or even show the slightest surprise.

It was as if Locke's appearance was exactly what he had expected.

Even on that cold face, there appeared a very subtle change, one that should never have occurred in this situation.

Those eyes, burning with pure golden light, should have held only absolute indifference and divine majesty.
After completely locking onto Locke and the towering purple figure behind him that was invisible to ordinary people.

The coldness diminished almost imperceptibly.

Instead, it is an extremely complex feeling, as if one has finally seen the target after traversing endless time and space...

A subtle, indescribable feeling, almost like 'getting what you wanted'.

next moment.
The emperor spoke.

The sound came through the brief silence.

却.
It wasn't the thunderous fury or the chilling final judgment anyone had anticipated, but rather a gentle slowing down, tinged with...

A gentle tone:
"uncle."

"I've come to pick you up."

(End of this chapter)