Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

”Boom!”

”Boom!”

The earth began to tremble...

Looking at the towering city walls faintly visible ahead, the brutality in Gray Stone’s heart grew stronger. His originally dull eyes emitted a bewitching red light under countless bloodthirsty augmented skills.

”Roar!!!”

Imitating the most terrifying roar he ever heard from the Three-headed Dragon Clan, Gray Stone frantically flailed his two short legs. However, due to the different physiological structure, he gradually fell from the vanguard to the middle of the formation, and then to the end of the team.

Two legs ultimately can’t match four.

Gray Stone cursed internally as his impoverished brain, affected by the bloodthirsty urge, couldn’t fathom the fear of war and death. At this moment, all he had was the desire to kill and a craving for food.

Yet, Gray Stone didn’t know that it was precisely because of the little short legs he cursed that he temporarily escaped with his life.

”Boom!”

”Boom!”

”Boom!”

The continuous sounds of explosions and flames, like cold water, extinguished Gray Stone’s ignited desire for slaughter. He clearly saw the flames and explosions rising into the sky ahead, carrying countless limbs, torsos, and guts flying skyward, then falling like raindrops.

A simple minefield setup was enough to inflict massive damage on the Demon Cannon Fodders.

Gray Stone’s steps slowed, and the red light in his eyes gradually faded - all living beings have a fear of death.

However, the rushing second team coming from behind didn’t give Gray Stone much time to think.

The swarming second team swept Gray Stone along, surging forward once again!

The densely packed Demon Group around made it impossible for Gray Stone to find his bearing. In the blur, he only felt himself getting closer to the area that had just exploded, with the sounds of explosions echoing in his ears ceaselessly.

Fear,

Hesitation,

All kinds of emotions tangled in his heart, until the explosion sounds were left behind, getting farther away...

”Did we get through? Break through?”

Turning around hesitantly as Gray Stone became the vanguard from the rear, he saw diverse blood and flesh scattered thickly on the ground, emanating eerie black light and pungent stench under the morning sun.

”Charge quickly! Garbage! Charge faster!”

A tall Bull-headed Demon from behind pushed Gray Stone forcefully while it raised a battle axe and charged towards the towering city walls.

”For the Demon Tribe!”

The Bull-headed Demon shouted slogans, followed by a metal sphere close to thirty centimeters in diameter, thrown down from the distant city walls, hitting the ground beside the Bull-headed Demon’s feet with a ”bang.”

”Boom...”

Gray Stone watched as the metal sphere swelled and exploded, shrapnel flying everywhere, instantly shredding the Bull-headed Demon’s body.

The thick scent of gunpowder and smoke filled his nostrils, and the overwhelming energy shockwave dispersed around. Gray Stone gazed forward, seeing only blur, then suddenly, a fist-sized eyeball fell from the sky, landing on Gray Stone’s head with a ”smack.”

”This...this...”

The cruel war and fear of death made Gray Stone tremble uncontrollably. His impoverished brain recalled not the delicious air and abundant earth on Earth, but his drafty home in the Demon Realm, the not-so-warm bed, and his wife’s coarse flesh.

Until an ear-piercing sound explosion in the sky woke the dazed Gray Stone.

Gray Stone lifted his head towards the sky, seeing countless cylindrical objects trailing tail flames rushing in like birds at high speed, until they reached overhead...

”What is that?”

In his final moments, Gray Stone thought thus.

”Boom!”

Flames erupted suddenly.

...

”This is your death god!”

Yang Yan’s lips curved into a devilish sneer, excitedly shouting aloud.

”Quiet, quiet.”

The commander’s finger gently tapped on Yang Yan’s intelligent fire control terminal system, making Yang Yan obediently shut his mouth.

”Put on your helmet, prepare for the second round of missile strikes!”

”Yes, sir!”

This was a massive, spacious gray iron space, with rows of special tools similar to cultivation vessels neatly arranged. Inside each vessel was a clear-minded, focused young warrior, wearing a sci-fi styled helmet. The intricate circuits and runes on the helmet revealed the technological content within this small helmet.

”Report the damage effects of the first round of bombing.”

”Points collected: 33,456.”

”Points collected: 56,364.”

”Points collected: 71,589.”

”Points collected...”

The voices reporting the war results kept ringing, and the secretary swiftly recorded. In no time, the results of the first round of intercontinental missile bombing were concluded - millions of points collected.

”Better than nothing, just enough points to cover the missile manufacturing cost,”

The tall and skinny man beside the commander spoke in a calm tone, seemingly indifferent to such a quantity of points.

Yet, recalling the identity of the man beside him, the commander suddenly understood—the Head of Cathay Research Institute, military Xuanwu War God, no matter which identity it was, likely wouldn’t care about mere points.

”However, the terminal fire control system proves useful. Before, killing demon fiends with heavy firepower weapons yielded no points, now with this system, it can quickly strengthen the grassroots warrior’s strength.”

Wei Tian’s companion Lin Haifeng, in military uniform, walked forward, nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the array of terminal fire control systems.

Wei Tian stood beside Lin Haifeng, reviewing the report from the first round of attacks: ”The situation remains grim. Conventional intercontinental missiles can only cause devastating harm to Level 4 or lower demon fiends. Higher-level demon fiends won’t pay attention to these things. The next round of missiles will likely be a deficit, I request to mobilize nuclear weapons and new runes missiles.”

Lin Haifeng recalled the conversation with Wen Yu two days ago, slowly nodding: ”Okay, I will grant you access permissions. Any weapon in the arsenal is at your disposal, but there is one thing I hope you can do.”

”Do your utmost to help New Hope Assembly Place last three days!”

Lin Haifeng’s words made Wei Tian hesitate momentarily: ”I will do my best.”

Lin Haifeng patted Wei Tian’s shoulder: ”Doing your best is good enough.”

...

Before the war, the communication between Wen Yu and Lin Haifeng was effective.

At this moment, the gigantic entity that was Yanjing Assembly Site, with a single order from Wei Tian, unleashed full firepower.

Not far outside the assembly site, Cathay military’s missile troops, under the operation of the fire control system, launched a massive array of intercontinental missiles, which soared across the sky like birds, providing Wen Yu with continuous fire support from ten thousand kilometers away.