He seemed to have awakened from a long slumber that had lasted for hundreds of millions of years or even hundreds of millions of reincarnations. He yawned slightly and smiled at the Dream Traveler.
In the eyes of the Dream Traveler, this smile was even more ferocious than the faces of the ghosts in the deepest depths of the netherworld.
"Stop him! Stop him! Stop him! "
The Dream Traveler's face was pale. His voice drilled into the ears of all the Awakened and scraped their brains.
Kacha! Kacha!
The iron chair he was sitting on originally had automatic steel locks that could lock the wrists and ankles of the person sitting on it. However, he had been very cooperative just now. Furthermore, there were no problems with the first three tests. Lady Gray Fog didn't want to force him too much, so she didn't force him to lock himself.
Now, it was too late for the spring steel locks to bite down.
Before the steel locks were completely locked, his wrists and ankles swelled to twice their normal thickness, and he actually bounced back the four spring steel locks. Before anyone could react, he had already stepped in front of the Dream Traveler, spread his fingers, and grabbed the Dream Traveler's neck.
"Shh …"
He smiled at the Dream Traveler. Then, with a crack, he crushed the Dream Traveler's neck. His neck was completely crushed, and his head tilted strangely to the side.
When he threw the Dream Traveler to the ground, this guide of memories from his previous life was already completely dead.
"Ah!"
The unexpected turn of events left everyone dumbfounded. Sparda's reaction was the most agile. He reflexively raised the plasma gun and pulled the trigger at him.
He didn't even turn his head. He only extended his right hand backward, opened his palm, and clenched the air.
An unbelievable scene happened. A ball of lightning condensed with destructive power had just whizzed out of Sparda's muzzle when it strangely stopped in midair. It was as if two forces from different directions were forcibly tearing it apart, causing it to emit crackling sounds in the solidified air. The stalemate didn't last long. The ball of plasma actually returned the same way it came and burrowed back into the barrel of the gun. With a boom, the plasma gun exploded, and the scattered fragments pierced deeply into Sparda's body. Coupled with the baring electric arcs, the burly man turned into a broken doll.
"You're not Li Yao. Who are you?!"
Ms. Gray Mist's originally ashen face became even paler. The wounds all over her body spewed out blood again. She forcibly activated her superpower, and a large fog gushed out from her seven orifices and pores. As if it had a life of its own, it surrounded him.
His lips curled into a scornful and cruel smile. His right hand, which had just exploded the plasma, clenched into a fist and punched at the center of the gray fog casually. Immediately, the sound of wind breaking could be heard from the gaps of his fingers. The gray fog was torn into wisps of air and fled in all directions in a hurry. Even Lady Gray Fog was blown more than ten meters away by him. She crashed into a container with a heavy thud, leaving a human-shaped dent on the container.
Dozens of hunters lying in ambush around the warehouse saw him instantly killing or seriously injuring three core members of the organization and immediately rushed toward him.
"Don't come over!"
Ms. Gray Mist sensed his horror in that instant. For the first time, indescribable fear appeared in the depths of her eyes. She screamed, "Run! Run!"
Unfortunately, she screamed too late.
No, it should be said that even if she sounded the alarm in the first second, there was no way to stop everything and save the lives of any of the hunters.
"Da Da Da Da Da!"
Dozens of modified heavy firearms bombarded him like a torrential rain, but they couldn't even make a ripple in his swamp-like eyes. The bullets tore his afterimage into thousands of pieces. His real body had turned into an electric light and flashed behind the hunters.
"Bang!"
One of the hunters flew high into the air. While he was still in the air, his internal organs couldn't withstand the super high pressure and exploded outwards. He died miserably.
"Boom!"
The second hunter was kicked away by him. At the same time, he also used telekinesis to activate the four grenades hanging on the hunter's waist. The hunter was surrounded by four fireworks and died without a burial place.
"Pa!"
The third hunter's skull was hit by his palm. The sturdiest helmet was as brittle as a matchbox under his palm. Both the helmet and the head were instantly smashed into pieces.
"Whoosh!"
The sacrifice of three Awakened ones in a row finally bought time for the remaining comrades. The fourth Awakened one clasped his palms together. From the center of his palms, his entire body was surrounded by a blazing red flame. It was some kind of magic that allowed him to freely control the temperature!
But whether it was fireballs, fire walls, or fire dragons, none of them could resist his attack.
He did not even make a move. He merely stared at the Awakened and snapped his fingers. The Awakened's Esper Ability of Fire went completely out of control. The raging flames engulfed the Awakened's cells and soul, causing a classic 'human body combustion' phenomenon.
This was not a battle, but a massacre.
Whether it was the Initial Awakened, the Deep Awakened, or the Final Awakened, whether they controlled fire, frost, thunder, or poison, they were all as vulnerable as three-year-old children in front of him.
He slaughtered with ease and ease, turning the warehouse into a blood-stained palace in no time.
His body was surrounded by a steaming blood mist, and his feet trampled on the wet internal organs. There was still a mysterious smile on his face, and his eyes were like a swamp that could drown all souls. He was the incarnation of death, the demon king who slowly walked out from the depths of the Nine Nether Underworld!
Now, except for the seriously injured Ms. Gray Mist and the half-dead Sparda, there was no living person in the warehouse. He was definitely not a living person, but a destroyer, a demon king, a grim reaper!
He leisurely walked to the front of the Grey Fog Lady and looked down at her with an inhuman gaze.
"Bang!"
Not far away, Sparda mustered the strength to drag his broken body and wake up. He casually raised a pistol and fired the last bullet at him.
He waved his hand casually, as if he were chasing away an annoying mosquito. The bullet drew a weird arc in the air, turned 180 degrees, and drilled into Sparda's forehead precisely. Then, it drilled a hole the size of a bowl in the back of the loyal resister's head, taking away most of the brain tissue.
"So … Cough, cough, cough. It's really you. You're the most elite assassin sent by the Apocalypse to deal with the 'targeted drug' of the Red Pole Planet."
Ms. Gray Mist smiled miserably. "Is … Is this the power of a Transcendent? It's indeed very strong. It's all our fault for being so stupid as to lead a wolf into our house and bring you to this place.
"However, you were still one step behind and exposed yourself in advance. Even if you're strong enough to kill all of us, so what? The Red Pole Planet is hidden in the fog deep in the ocean. You can forget about finding it. Heh heh. As long as you can't see it face to face, what's the use even if you're a walking human-shaped nuclear bomb?
"You're doomed. In this war that's been going on for thousands of cycles, we — we'll be the final victors. No power can stop our freedom and … hope!"
"Okay."
He listened quietly, nodded, and gently shattered Ms. Gray Mist's heart.
He stood in the sea of corpses for a long time. His slightly furrowed brows showed his irritation. It was the irritation of "the house is so dirty that it will take a long time to clean up."
Then, he returned to the Dream Traveler's corpse and curled his finger, picking up the pocket watch embedded with rubies and sapphires and engraved with octopus patterns.
Thankfully, he had been very careful and did not damage the precise mechanical structure of the pocket watch. The hands were still ticking.
He stared at the circling second hand for a long time. Then, he sighed and slowly sent the pocket watch into the air, hovering at the height of his eyes.
Then, he opened his fingers again and aimed his right hand at the pocket watch. Then, he twisted his wrist in the counterclockwise direction.
"Kacha kacha, kacha kacha!"
The speed at which he turned his wrist was extremely slow, but his expression was extremely cautious, strenuous, and even painful. It was as if his palm was tightly gripping an invisible gear, and he was operating an extremely huge machine through the reverse-wave gear.
A normal person's palm could only be twisted by ninety degrees counterclockwise at best. However, he had twisted his palm by 180 degrees and continued twisting despite the cracking sounds of his bones.
As the angle of the twist increased, the skin on his arm cracked and the bones in his arm were completely broken. White bone stubble poked out and blood splattered onto the pocket watch and his face like a meteor shower. However, his expression did not change at all. His gaze became deeper and deeper.
As he twisted the void, the second hand of the pocket watch became slower and slower. The air gradually froze, and visible ripples spread out in the space around, condensing into an enormous counterclockwise swirl.
Finally —
When his palm had rotated 360 degrees, his muscles, bones, and blood vessels had completely exploded. The second, minute, and hour hands of the pocket watch had all stopped.
Similarly, the surrounding space and even … time seemed to have stopped as well!
He smiled contentedly and barely managed to control his broken wrist to turn 361 degrees counterclockwise.
His blood-stained palm seemed to have terrifying magic. After the second hand of the pocket watch trembled slightly, it actually followed his finger and moved back.
It was difficult to describe the sound of the second hand moving back. It was not the normal "crack" sound of rotation, but a sound like glass marbles falling on a building. It kept bouncing, becoming denser and denser until it disappeared.
…
"No matter what, although he was a third-rate writer and tabloid reporter who was greedy and lustful in his previous five lives and was willing to write anything for money, he has indeed never had the slightest relationship with the Apocalypse Organization. He is the most insignificant kind of person, just a string of insignificant data when the Earth was rebooted. Even if the Apocalypse Organization really wanted to find a spy, they would definitely not find him."
The Dream Traveler said to Li Yao.
Li Yao was a little absent-minded. He tilted his head and listened to the sound from afar or in the depths of his mind.
He did not know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to have heard, how should he describe it, the sound of "glass marbles falling on a building, bouncing continuously, becoming denser and denser, and finally disappearing."
However, this warehouse only had one floor, and above it was the ceiling. How could there be glass marbles? It was probably the sound of the wind and rain outside. Had he heard wrongly?
"Understood."
Li Yao nodded, took a deep breath, and sat on the iron chair.
Lady Gray Fog and the Dream Traveler heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.
Li Yao suddenly asked the Dream Traveler, "Do you have a watch? What time is it now?"
"Yes."
The Dream Traveler took out a very exquisite, antique pocket watch. The case was engraved with a spiral-shaped octopus, full of the aura of the ocean. "It's now 8: 05 pm," the Dream Traveler said, taking out a very delicate, antique pocket watch.
"How many seconds?"
Li Yao asked again.
"How many seconds?"
The Dream Traveler was slightly stunned.
"Yes, accurate to the second. Tell me."
Li Yao said coldly.
"Uh, it's 8: 05: 32."
The Dream Traveler frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Li Yao blinked, and a look of confusion appeared on his face. It seemed that even he did not quite understand why he was asking for the time and asking so precisely.
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