Chapter 293: Spark Beneath the Cataclysmic Disaster (Combined) (May 6300 Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter)

The worst situation Qin Chuan and Feng Yin worried about finally happened.

Six hours later, two A-rank dungeons confirmed entry into wartime alert status.

At the same time, more than twenty B-rank dungeons entered wartime alert status one after another.

Not mentioning the A-rank dungeons, just those B-rank dungeons that appeared required manpower that already completely exceeded the upper limit the Special Affairs Group could mobilize.

This meant that destroying the passages immediately after these dungeons descended had already become a luxury.

Dungeon passages that cannot be destroyed immediately will become a springboard for beings from the Heavenly Stairway to descend; at that time, a large number of Heavenly Stairway beings will surely walk out of the passages.

Once they emerge, trying to completely hunt and exterminate them will be fraught with difficulty.

Even if the passages can be destroyed later, the losses incurred will increase significantly.

The dungeon list is public; the fact that many high-rank dungeons are about to descend cannot be concealed from those extraordinary individuals paying attention—in fact, many extraordinary individuals have already sensed something amiss, and small-scale discussions have stirred up undercurrents.

Facing this situation, the Special Affairs Group took the lead in consulting with extraordinary individuals from various countries, finally reaching a consensus to publicly disclose the current situation to extraordinary individuals worldwide.

By unifying the narrative, the possibility of chaos occurring is reduced.

And this approach has indeed been effective.

Thanks to the proper handling of over a hundred previous dungeon descents, extraordinary individuals worldwide have gained sufficient recognition of the official organization and considerable confidence in the strength of Blue Star's extraordinary individuals; on the contrary, they have become even more united in the face of crisis.

At 5:30 p. m. Beijing time, two B-rank dungeons descended.

One in Antarctica, one in India.

The dungeon located in Antarctica happened to be very close to the extraordinary team stationed there by the Special Affairs Group; as soon as it appeared, it was swiftly destroyed by an assault team led by a Hall Tier player.

The dungeon passage within India was jointly destroyed by the country's two Hall Tier players half an hour later, with no living beings escaping from the passage opening.

First battle victorious!

Yet extraordinary individuals worldwide did not relax because of this.

Because compared to the other dungeons that will descend today, this is merely an appetizer.

At 6:30 p. m. Beijing time, five B-rank dungeons descended simultaneously! —

Southern United States, Yasa County.

A huge opening appeared in the Heavenly Stairway above, causing countless local people to panic.

The U. S. news channel that had been broadcasting live all along quickly issued a warning; the female host spoke rapidly, "Please residents of Yasa County stay as far away from the dungeon passage entrance as possible, ensure your safety, powerful Hall Tier players are on their way."

"They are expected to arrive within thirty minutes; based on past experience dealing with dungeon passage entrances, this is a relatively safe time frame, and during this period…"

"Oh my God!" Before the female host could finish, her male co-host suddenly exclaimed, "How could it be this fast?!"

In the surveillance footage aimed at the dungeon passage entrance, a male figure wearing scale armor and with a pair of flesh wings on his back had already stepped out with one foot.

At this moment, only three minutes had passed since the dungeon passage descended.

The emerged being stood calmly in the void before the passage entrance, his gaze sweeping over the humans still fleeing in panic below; he reached out, grasping a huge sword from the void.

Then he swung it downward casually.

A stunning sword scar, carrying a scorching and ferocious aura, left a trace over a kilometer long on the ground; in an instant, over a hundred people caught in the wave lost their lives.

From the double horns on his forehead and other features, his race can be clearly identified.

The most warlike race on the Heavenly Stairway—the Dragon Clan.

His strength is actually at the Epic Tier.

"Just passing by." The Dragon Clan wielding the huge sword grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, his smile thus appearing fierce and dangerous, "I didn't expect to fortuitously encounter a newly born dungeon passage."

The otherworldly words spoken by the Dragon Clan are incomprehensible to anyone, but the strength he displayed is obvious at a glance; countless refugees instantly fell into fear and chaos, dreading that he might swing that sword again and strike them.

Extraordinary individuals worldwide who received the news immediately turned their attention here.

Aside from this location, the crises of the other four dungeons remain within controllable limits.

However, the risk here cannot be underestimated.

There is still half an hour before the Hall Tier players from the United States can arrive.

Half an hour is enough for an Epic Tier Dragon Clan to do a great deal.

Moreover, he certainly will not stay put waiting for the Hall Tier players to arrive; after a bout of slaughter and looting, he will likely leave immediately.

Through satellite monitoring and various other means, countless people are fixated on the opened passage entrance, fixated on the Dragon Clan wildly laughing outside the passage entrance.

His slaughter has only just begun; amidst countless screams and anger, sword scars appear on the ground one after another, and the casualty toll among innocent civilians rises sharply.

After a rampage, looking at the dead dead, the wounded wounded, and the remaining survivors who have all fled the desolate scene, the Dragon Clan lets out a sneer, then shakes his wings behind him.

After stirring up a gale, his body shot forward like a cannonball, flying toward the distance.

As everyone expected, after the slaughter, this guy had already prepared to leave! And the Hall Tier players rushing over are still halfway there! Should we let him escape…

Countless extraordinary individuals who witnessed this scene felt their hearts clench tightly.

In the next instant, a brilliant blaze shot up into the sky.

"Boom!!!"

The scorching flames turned into a wall of fire hundreds of meters high, instantly intercepting the Dragon Clan preparing to leave; rolling heat waves surged, and the extreme temperature caused the surrounding light to gradually distort, with sky and earth both turning red in an instant.

The Dragon Clan's figure, which had almost collided with the fire wall, froze instantly in place, feeling the scorching heat blowing toward him; his pupils contracted to needle‑points like those of an abyss, gazing fixedly toward a certain direction.

Amidst the ruins of the collapsed high-rise, a man slowly walked out.

He had a head of short golden hair, his deep blue eyes harboring the profundity of a tranquil pool, half‑covered by a pair of gold‑rimmed glasses.

The man held an open book in front of his chest with one hand, stood calmly, and then locked eyes with the Dragon Clan in the sky.

"Pa—"

The book closed, emitting a soft sound.

The man's calm voice also spread across the ruined battlefield.

"I came a step late, but not too late."

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, countless extraordinary individuals worldwide couldn't help but exclaim.

It is an existence almost forgotten, or already turned into a laughing stock for countless people after meals.

He was once the most arrogant among the possessors of golden talent, and for that he lost his own golden talent, paid a heavy price, and then vanished.

And now, he has returned!

Xiongshi·Alikete!

A single strike blocked that ravaging dragon clan, proving his strength was not inferior to theirs.

Can we win? We will surely win!

Even those who once disliked Alikete no matter how much now hope he can gain victory.

At least, we must also block the dragon clan, waiting for other Hall of Fame Tier players to arrive.

The dragon clan powerhouse let out a sinister laugh, instantly abandoning the thought of leaving, and wielding a huge sword, charged at Alikete. Its massive wings behind it flared once, and its figure vanished from the spot as if teleporting, instantly appearing before Alikete, the huge sword in its hand then sweeping horizontally, aiming to cleave Alikete at the waist.

Clang—

The sound of clashing metal spread across the battlefield, and the dragon clan powerhouse's huge sword was blocked.

What blocked the blade was a hand.

Alikete held a closed book in one hand, the other hand turned a brilliant gold, tightly gripping the dragon clan powerhouse's swinging blade, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

The dragon clan powerhouse's expression changed rapidly; it exerted force to try to retract the huge sword, but found the opponent's hand like an iron clamp, firmly locking the blade.

"Is that all your strength?" Alikete calmly said, "It seems that among the Epic Tier, your strength is relatively weak."

He raised his hand and flung the closed book into the air above his head; the freed hand clenched into a fist and instantly slammed into the dragon clan powerhouse, blazing light bursting forth in an instant, and as the punch was thrown, Alikete's body was engulfed in surging flames, momentum rising steadily.

The flame-wreathed fist, carrying scorching heat, pierced the dragon clan's chest, and in an instant turned the dragon clan, famed for its physical prowess, to ash.

The next instant, the flames dissipated.

Alikete withdrew his hand from the floating ashes and caught the falling book.

The crimson light in his eyes slowly faded, like a erupting volcano returning to stillness, becoming a pool of accumulated clear water.

Amid the astonished gazes of countless people, Alikete entered the instance passage.

Five minutes later, the passage was destroyed, the crisis resolved. —

Never-setting Sun Country, western part.

A graceful figure walked out of the instance passage.

Behind her, the entrance of the instance passage contracted at extreme speed and finally vanished.

Countless people watching from afar burst into cheers, the rising and falling sound wave filled with the name "Zefina".

"How great!" Aolierjia quickly stepped forward, immediately hugging Zefina, who had successfully destroyed the B-rank instance passage, then shivered involuntarily, couldn't help but let go, and looked at Zefina in surprise, "Hey, why are you so cold?"

"I just fought an ice-system Epic Tier." Zefina calmly said, then slipped into the waiting vehicle.

"Alright." Aolierjia spread her hands and sat in the back seat with Zefina.

Watching Zefina, eyes closed, cultivating, her whole body exuding an icy aura, Aolierjia, sensing the situation, said nothing and quietly sat beside her.

On another side, in Zefina's mind, a mysterious voice softly sounded.

"Your compatibility with the mighty power of the Heavenly Stairway is not weak; I believe you have already felt the enhancement it brings."

"This is merely an A-rank passage; if there were higher-rank passages, the power you could gain would be greater."

"As for the temporary chill and palpitations, you need not take them to heart."

"This is just a natural reaction to newly acquired power; once you adapt, it will get better."

Zefina slightly nodded in response, waiting for the Sleepless One's aura to fade, then slowly opened her eyes.

Feeling the chill over her body gradually fade, she opened the window and gazed blankly outside, unconsciously extending a hand to gently brush the exquisite pendant hanging from her chest necklace.

Noticing Zefina's movement, Aolierjia breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped forward to embrace Zefina's arm, her gaze unconsciously drifting to the gently swaying pendant, "Zefina, do you find today's pendant style somewhat familiar?"

"In my eyes, jewelry styles are all the same." Zefina calmly said, "I just bought it because it looked pleasing."

"Alright." Aolierjia muttered softly, "I thought it was… oh!"

"There are still over a dozen instances to descend; stop grinning." Zefina withdrew her hand, leaving a pouting Aolierjia. —

Yan Capital time, evening seven-thirty, eight B-rank and one A-rank instances descended simultaneously.

The descent point of the A-rank instance: West Asia, above the Black Sea.

"I'm setting out." Qin Chuan, having received the notice, looked at Lin Yue beside him.

"Go." Lin Yue looked at Qin Chuan with a smiling face.

"Another A-rank instance, leave it to me."

"Hmm." Qin Chuan glanced at the rapidly descending helicopter, then pinched Lin Yue's soft, boneless hand, "Stay safe."

"You too."

Soon, after a smooth transfer, Qin Chuan sat in the newly generated fighter jet with superhuman modifications, capable of nearly ten times the speed of sound, and Feng Yin's voice came through the headset.

"Estimated to arrive at the scene in thirty minutes; already two teams of Hall of Fame Tier leaders with superhumans have reached the vicinity of the passage entrance, and before you arrive, they will attempt to control the situation."

"Good." Qin Chuan calmly said, "How are the eight B-rank instances?"

"The other seven are fine, but the B-rank instance in White Bear Country has a minor issue." Feng Yin's voice carried a hint of strangeness, "The Hall of Fame Tier players deployed beforehand haven't arrived yet, but a twelve-year-old girl directly entered the passage."

"Huh?" Qin Chuan blinked, a certain figure appearing in his mind, for a moment torn between laughter and tears, "Don't worry, she should have the strength to destroy the passage."—

White Bear Country, eastern part; Kanchaka State.

A huge aperture appeared above the Heavenly Stairway; outside the aperture, countless superhumans stared at it as if facing a formidable enemy, while not forgetting to guard the surroundings.

"Have you checked the identity of that little girl who just went in?" the leading superhuman shouted, "What are you eating? You can't even stop a single person!"

The other superhumans each wore strange expressions.

"Who the hell would think someone would deliberately rush into the passage entrance?" "Hold this position! Wait for the Hall of Fame Tier players to come rescue people!" the leader shouted, "If anyone else goes in, I'll blast you lot of good-for-nothings with one shot!"

Having said that, he couldn't help but show a worried expression.

Hurry up, hurry faster!

Inside the passage, a little girl with twin tails had her hands in her pockets, watching the growing number of Hall Tier opponents ahead.

Surrounded by them, three Epic Tiers stepped out, their gazes teasingly falling upon her.

"A Human Race cub."

"Her flavor must be quite good."

"You're really perverted, but I like…"

The three Epic Tiers traded teasing remarks about the little girl before them.

The malicious gazes toward the three seemed unnoticed, and the little girl spat out the grass stem in her mouth.

"Looks like everyone's here now."

If it weren't for this B-rank secret realm happening to Descent right above her head.

If it weren't for Ericte acting an hour ago, and she didn't want to appear weaker than the opponent.

She didn't originally want to act.

Golden light shot up to the sky, and the terrifying momentum swept through the entire instance passage in an instant, making everything around violently tremble.

Watching the three Epic Tiers' expressions stiffen quickly, the little girl spoke softly.

"A boring fight, let's end it quickly."

(End of chapter)