Chapter 482: Hawaii Island of the Living Dead

Beneath a clear sky, several small aircraft skimmed low over the sea, stirring faint waves before hovering above the water; inside the bridge of one craft, the information officer gazed at the dark storm front in the distance, checked the data on the current weather radar, and spoke.

“Less than two hundred nautical miles from the Apocalypse Vortex, no targets detected in the area.”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Chen Yanxiu strode quickly to the main viewport, his gaze heavy as he scanned the sea ahead, eyes shadowed with cold fury.

Beside him stood a young man in a hood, his gaze sharp; he spoke quietly: “No death trails. They must’ve fled north. With their methods, they stand a good chance of surviving the Apocalypse Storm—they’re planning to go through Hawaii and then strike the South American mainland.”

As he finished, his peripheral vision flickered toward Chen Yanxiu’s grim face: “Your Dark Gear won’t be retrievable.”

This man was the same one Chen Sixuan had briefly met at the Black Rose Bar in Akse—Divine Revelation codename Moonshadow, assigned to “sniffing.”

Boom!

Crack. Crack.

Chen Yanxiu crushed a small electronic device in his hand; shards flew outward, drawing sidelong glances from the bridge crew, who quickly averted their eyes upon sensing the icy rage radiating from him.

A strange radio, a floating bracelet, flickering bullets, Catastrophe Plant No. 1, sixteen million errors on Silver Dragon No. 16, and a blood vine clearly of the proliferation type—I can’t understand how Lin Xian survived the subspatial collapse of the Gear.

Chen Yanxiu closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and relentlessly pondered what he had overlooked.

“No. 16 is a dimensional Catastrophe Plant, but it lacks spatial transcending ability—it could never escape collapse or marking!”

“Who knows?” Moonshadow shrugged. “Reliable intel says Lin Xian has demonstrated a space-blackhole-like ability more than once in Xilan City and Dawn City. Also, his team includes an electrical and a Speed Force adept…”

Chen Yanxiu glanced at Moonshadow, coldly: “Forget the Speed Force—that electrical adept is barely a child, still powerless in Dawn City. Could he possibly have developed the ability to teleport an entire team in such a short time?”

He fell silent, his expression darkening further.

“Lin Xian’s mechanical ability has countless unknown applications—sometimes using electricity, sometimes black holes. There’s no way to defeat him head-on. I left him a submarine, and still he escaped from the Great Ocean God and subspatial collapse—what other cards does he hold?!”

“He’s the Swordbearer. Ye Lan may have given him several Night Walker and Starlight survival tokens to protect him—otherwise I can’t explain how they crawled out alive from the hunting ground on Haiyan Island.” Moonshadow sighed, looking at Chen Yanxiu. “Can you still sense the Black Gear?”

Chen Yanxiu shook his head. “Lost.”

Moonshadow snorted. “Looks like Hua Xiaoling was right again.”

“No matter. I’ve merely lost one forbidden item.”

Chen Yanxiu drew a long breath, gazing at the distant dark sky, then turned away: “The more they crave the Master’s power…”

“The closer they draw to the New World!”

…

The Hawaiian Islands lie in the central Pacific; once a world-famous tourist destination, the islands boasted thriving tourism, over two thousand square kilometers of urban area, and a population exceeding a million. After the Day of Revelation, the place was swiftly forgotten by the world, becoming a solitary island adrift in the sea.

At 4:12 p.m., sunlight spilled across the white sands of the Hawaiian Islands; the sky was a brittle, pure blue, utterly unblemished, and the intense rays struck every surface without obstruction, reflecting blinding white light.

The coastline of Oahu curved gently; the sea remained an astonishingly deep blue, crystal-clear enough to see multicolored coral reefs beneath. But the scene once painted by white waves kissing golden sand had been utterly twisted—the beach had become a rotting graveyard where the living dead roamed freely, everywhere littered with decaying corpses and zombies dried by the sun into withered husks.

Heat rose in waves; the air thickly mixed a nauseating stench of decay with the saltiness of the sea. The wind, merciless, whipped debris across the beach—postcards printed with cartoon coconut trees were crushed underfoot, fragments of swimsuits stained dark red clung to dead palm trunks, and a deflated inflatable flamingo lay half-buried in sand, its bright pink now covered in black mold.

Across the endless stretch of fine white sand, where sunbathing tourists once lay, now shuffled shadowy figures in varied, stumbling postures.

Wooo!

Distant on the horizon, the roar of an extraterrestrial vessel shattered the island’s silence. As a four-kilometer-long colossal train arrived, it cast a massive shadow over the coastal beach, sweeping instantly from the deep blue sea across the sand, engulfing a wide swath of shambling zombies. The ship’s armored surface gleamed with cold metallic luster under the fierce light, bearing scorch marks, bullet craters, warped metal from heat, and charred residues from overloaded electrostatic field generators—though thankfully, it had suffered no direct hits and no serious damage.

The living dead, stirred by the thunderous noise and looming shadow, halted their mindless wandering, their cloudy eyes turning in unison toward the sky.

They lifted their rotting faces, throats emitting denser, more agitated growls. As the Skytrain descended further, powerful thrust currents slammed downward, depressing the sea into a vast hollow, its edges exploding into furious white spray; fine sand on the beach was whipped into the air, mingling with trash and decay to form murky sandstorms.

The zombie horde on the beach was shoved as if by an invisible hand—their stiff bodies swayed violently, struggling to stand. Some already limbless were flipped over entirely; gushing air currents hurled golden sand against their rotting flesh and ruined buildings, producing a chaotic crackling sound.

Shhh!

A sharp psychic shock rang out. The dense zombies looked up to see a dark silhouette standing suspended above the train’s bow. Long Zhijie raised his hand and unleashed a wave blade that obliterated entire clusters of zombies along the shore like dry grass before a scythe. Only then did the Skytrain slowly descend, coming to a halt on a sandy open space near the seaside street.

Simultaneously, countless drones erupted from the vessel like bees from a hive, swarming toward the island’s urban districts to begin systematic searches.

On the main bridge, Lin Xian and the others gazed at the distant beach city, each face etched with grim awe.

Qian Dele spoke first: “Smooth arrival, even ahead of schedule. Flying really is faster.”

“But dangerous,” Xiang Ningjing frowned, exhaling sharply from the near escape. “If every flight meant facing this, it wouldn’t be a good idea at all.”