Chapter 935: Illusion

tp The scorching death light instantly broke through the surface defense.

Before he could feel the scorching heat, the flesh at the brow melted away with a sizzling sound, exposing the bone-white skull.

The light was blinding, dazzling.

An existence representing destruction always has a cruel beauty.

Death was so close.

Before she could feel much emotion, the girl's pitch-black pupils were occupied by dark red light, and even her eyeballs began to melt in the high temperature.

Perhaps she felt some resignation, perhaps some unwillingness.

She was only fourteen; a sudden cancer ruined her life, and the apocalypse turned her into a monster.

Under the catalysis of the fragments, her mind was forcibly shaped into a cold machine.

As for this world, she indeed had nothing worth lingering for.

If there was anything, perhaps it was her father—stubborn like a seaside rock, obviously weak as an ant, yet trying to protect himself, a middle-aged man.

The skull was burned through, but she could no longer feel pain.

Perhaps her brain had no pain sensation.

Before death, the girl calmly welcomed her own death.

However, as the darkness engulfed her, a figure suddenly appeared.

Huh?

The girl was slightly stunned.

The red light was blocked.

Only saw a middle-aged person instantly appear between the red light and her, forcibly using his fleshly body to block that scorching high-temperature ray.

Just like a shield.

The man looked at the girl with reluctance, his chest torn open, a faint white light unique to the system firmly blocking the light.

No time to say more.

In his reluctant eyes, it seemed full of words.

His voice hoarse from exhaustion, just like the last sentence squeezed out of life:

"Run!!"

The suction decreased in response, and the red-clothed mutant blankly felt its body regaining partial movement; a flash of panic crossed its small face, which should not have emotions.

In an instant, only saw the middle-aged man painfully turn his body.

He spread his arms, like a big character, hunched over facing the mutant.

At the same time, an extremely violent spiritual energy began to swell in his abdomen.

The sudden change not only stunned the surrounding black spheres, but also stunned the mutant species frantically trying to escape.

Before the red-clothed mutant died, although the supplied spiritual energy was reduced, in the short term, the imprisoning force that cost the full strength of a third-level mutant, still like a mountain, held him in place.

As if thinking of something, he horrifiedly watched Xuan Hai Cheng's lower abdomen continuously bulge, as if this hunched middle-aged man's body was nurturing destruction.

Run! Must run!

He didn't know what was inside, but every cell in his body seemed to be wailing, urging him to flee this place.

He couldn't afford to attack again.

Although he couldn't understand how his attack could be blocked by a mere second-level insect.

But he only knew that if he stayed in place, death would descend upon his head.

Regardless of everything.

With a roar, the mutant's occupied body instantly split open from the top of the head, a huge snake head panickedly drilling out from the scalp, trying to unleash more power to escape here.

Time was both so long and yet so brief.

The three parties seemed to be fighting for time, and the constantly bulging light points on Xuan Hai Cheng's abdomen were the final bell.

The next second.

The lower abdomen burst open.

Accompanied by the middle-aged man's painful roar,

In the extreme light and heat, a cluster of plasma like a thunderbolt descending suddenly expanded into a giant electric mass devouring everything.

Under the cover of the rich silver lightning color, a dark purple arrow of light instantly sank into the huge snake head.

"Chu An!?"

"Bang!"

Charging into the meeting room, An Jing Tian rushed to Chu An's face in disbelief, his expression panicked.

He stared fixedly at the person standing by the window, looking into the distance at Chu An.

The distant exploding light almost illuminated the entire battlefield; even though the distance was far, every person inside Long An could feel that terrifying destructive power.

"I need an explanation!!"

"What on earth are you doing!?"

Unable to comprehend.

An Jing Tian breathed rapidly, as if suppressing his anger, he roared past.

Under the broadcast of the black spheres, everyone saw the final scene.

What fell from the scroll was not a spiritual energy nuclear bomb, but a mutual confinement device that let the red-clothed mutant go to its death.

They didn't even know when Chu An obtained this thing.

"Why!?"

"We clearly agreed to let her throw the nuclear bomb and run! Why did you kill her! Why did you kill those two!"

Besides, the black-ball squad that took part in the attack—why did they change my order to keep sending them to die!!

Indescribable grief and anger.

Although he felt little for Xuan Haicheng and his daughter, in An Jing Tian's eyes they were still two living beings.

Since you've joined Long An, you're one of us.

If he died on an irresistible battlefield, he could understand, but to die from a sneak attack by one's own side is simply too much!

Today it could be the Red-Clothed and Xuan Haicheng; tomorrow could it be switched to AnXia and Gao Tian!!

I need an explanation!

Repeating it, An Jing Tian's pupils mirrored that distant spot of pure white, his chest heaving rapidly.

He didn't understand why Chu An would kill the Red-Clothed father and daughter.

Clearly the other side posed no threat, and AnXia would often play together with the Red-Clothed Mutant.

Chu An, who secretly altered the plan behind everyone's back, made him feel a genuine unease.

From beginning to end, he couldn't figure out what this man actually wanted to do.

After a moment of silence, Chu An glanced at that silver light without turning his head, responding calmly as if appreciating an artwork:

Throwing a spirit-energy nuclear bomb straight at him is pointless.

You greatly underestimate the reaction speed of the mutant species.

Only by triggering it in advance and then instantly teleporting to his front do we have a chance.

If he escapes, even a third-rank immortal would die, and we'd all perish.

After a slight pause, the unfrozen An Jing Tian continued speaking, Chu An lightly lifted his glasses and gave a soft laugh:

Without the ability for spatial transmission, the only way is to pre-charge energy inside Xuan Haicheng's body, letting him passively teleport there to achieve this.

Even Mo Ling can't do it; her teleportation requires a ghost infant as a coordinate, and she can't carry a nuclear bomb in its charged state.

Stunned in place, An Jing Tian felt frustrated to find he couldn't refute.

But...!

Taking a deep breath, An Jing Tian struggled to say something.

After calming down, he knew Chu An was right, but he simply couldn't accept this outcome.

But what?

As soon as the words fell, Chu An suddenly turned, his face calm, even with a hint of coldness as he looked at him:

You want to say, just call Lin An back and that'll be enough, right?

You mean to say, we don't need any deaths anyway, since Lin An can handle these, right?

Looking at the suddenly aloof Colonel Chu, An Jing Tian opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

That's right; just a moment ago, that was indeed what he thought.

Shaking his head, Chu An looked at him with a pity so foolish it seemed almost anthropomorphic.

An Jing Tian...

What gave you the illusion.

What makes you think the Apocalypse is just a game? A game that requires no sacrifice!!