Chapter 1077

NO. 200: Getting What One Wishes For

People usually have a stereotypical impression of men's leisure and entertainment.

That impression is called gun, car, ball.

It refers both to the game genre widely favored by Western gaming players and can also generally refer to the three major hobbies that men find hard to change from childhood to adulthood.

Firearms and military equipment, vehicles and transport, ball sports.

As for the former, no need to say more; even the seemingly unsophisticated good student Xiang Yutai has a gas gun hanging in his room.

As for the latter, one can see a glimpse just by looking at the countless car enthusiasts, whether two-wheeled, four-wheeled, or even more wheels.

Even those that directly use tracks.

Men's fondness for vehicles persists from childhood to adulthood; the only factor that can curb their enthusiasm is poor road conditions.

As for the last ball sport, it's a topic that needs no further explanation from school playgrounds to sports channels.

Slightly lower down, it can still be transferred to the XP system.

Although stereotypical, it does indeed easily cover the vast majority of male interests; the difference is merely that each man will have a noticeable leaning toward one of these three interests, just as Aomo has no interest in firearms, and for ball‑sport events he simply engages in light activity to move his body.

Only his fondness for vehicles—he clearly has quite a unique and niche standard.

This isn't saying motorcycles.

Motorcycles, a vehicle most men find hard to resist, need no further explanation, but Aomo's interest in them is far less fervent than that of a vodka enthusiast.

So seriously speaking, the type of vehicle that truly moves Aomo actually has no place for motorcycles.

The Beta motorcycle merely earns extra points for its appearance and the Beta system as its core, allowing him to drag it wherever he goes and use it anytime.

As for the vehicle he truly likes and truly wants to drive…

Do we even need to ask?

His heart was already surging.

【Wings of Daedalus】, wrapping in wind elements, it descended as a colossal storm sweeping one‑third of the continent.

【Sirius】, bursting forth in all directions as a violet, speeding orb of light, becoming the pure explosion that swallows countless demons.

【Deadly Flame】, expanding with an eerie violet blaze, it goes further on the destruction wrought by the first two, re‑scorching the boundary that the wasteland naturally heals.

【Omega Blast】, with a tsunami that washes away everything, it covers the land where demons still linger, needing to strip away its crystallized soil, while also renewing the deeper earth.

Although no trace of magic remains to power 【Heaven‑Earth Tremor】 as a prelude to the state of transcending reason, that initial strike, fully buffed and mobilizing all energy, is a supernova.

It has thoroughly pierced and destroyed the wasteland's most troublesome problem—the oppression of subspace rules.

In fact, although demons are strong, what is truly lethal is their special mode of existence and the innate "domain" they carry, which makes one fear that they will suddenly explode in the midst of battle.

This condition inevitably forces certain powerful but not yet world‑rule‑touching beings in the allied forces to merely watch as the elite of the human armies go ahead, relying on their experience fighting demons to deal with dangers that feel foreign and even shocking to them.

Even the players' public chat is complaining.

They complain that this mechanic is really too troublesome.

Even though for many players the annihilation that could send an ordinary person to their death isn't considered instant death, who wouldn't mind suffering injury, armor break, or low health from mechanisms outside of attacks?

But there's no need to worry anymore!

Because the invincible Bahamut has already been summoned!

A single strike, a supernova that seemed to make half the surface vanish outright, directly burst the upper limit of what the wasteland dimension could bear.

Theoretically, everything in the dimension where demons reside, upon contacting the main material world, would cause annihilation collapse—positive and negative directions chainingly exploding in the wasteland.

Or, in more understandable terms, it should be the Terra continent turning into a spear of the main material world, fiercely stabbing into the subspace where the wasteland lies, directly causing internal law collapse.

And the one who wrought all this, with a single strike of transcending reason that completely overrides law—the Magna Bahamut Variant—while its magic is exhausted, converts life force into magic, its wings rising again with an eerie violet radiance.

Without a doubt, He will fight to the end.

He not only must become the spear of this world's counteroffensive, but also must smooth over the laws of this spatial dimension that, even without consciousness, still unconsciously repair and resist.

Only by reaching this point can the Terra continent welcome rebirth.

Only by reaching this point can those strong but short‑lived human allied powerhouses, together with the giant beasts and monsters unwilling to be harmed by the laws, surge en masse into the land that has endured the baptism of destruction, just as they do now.

Just a dozen minutes ago, that land was still shrouded in shadow, a wasteland only the low‑rank troops of the Faction dared to tread upon, wave after wave.

And after that, it would no longer be so.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

What should have been a greeting from the lofty heights beyond mortal reach came from above, causing the Bahamut with its crimson eyes to turn its head instantly, whereupon it saw a beast as sturdy as a Dongyan dragon, yet regardless of color or tail structure, it reminded him more of Zhong Yue's giant beast.

The giant beast drifted in on the clouds, its dragon head solemn and dignified, with that figure who should have been far in the rear standing atop its head.

"Is that Zhong Yue?" Bahamut raised his hand, greeting the leaping figure with his giant claw overlapped in silver scales.

And after the figure leapt down, the giant beast swiftly swept around Bahamut and dove toward the distant remnants of demons, bearing an aura as if the heavens were falling.

And the figure stood in Bahamut's claw, gazing afar at the departing years.

"That is how we used to look," he said, "My elder brother is the one most similar to Him, or rather, He ought to be His other persona."

"Can I know such a secret?" Bahamut's eyes drooped slightly, and he himself was steadily lowering his flight altitude.

He is now actually running on empty, like a lamp out of oil.

Originally inserted as game data, the beast that would descend in a special ritual according to set code would not normally be drained so quickly even under a standard destruction process, but obviously, aiming for the final battle, the idea of final entertainment.

Aomo never considered letting it endure from the start.

Rather than a sustainable slow saw, it's better to just blow the enemy away, leaving the remnants for the allies to clean up, and he also happened to release the data of the beast at its strongest posture, convenient for later collection and sorting.

Just like Ifrit, only by giving it an excellent stage can one gather a sufficiently complete data sample.

The figure still didn't know that this crazy collaborator, harboring such a playful notion, would thus oppress himself; he merely looked pityingly at the giant dragon whose outward appearance already showed signs of decline, and said lightly, "If you don't die, you'll understand sooner or later."

Among siblings, this isn't something worth keeping secret, and as the figure sees it, this guy is obviously acquainted with more than just one of his sisters.

"But if you die, then naturally there's nothing more to say."

"Then I think I can still live a while longer."

At a height of ten-odd meters above the ground, Bahamut slowly descended, and from its scarlet chest popped out a youth who appeared uninjured, merely looking a bit listless.

He waved toward the distance, and Wang, following the direction of his gesture, saw a huge figure swimming through the sky, resembling a whale or a beast, drifting over.

"Actually, that reminded me—what method did you use to persuade the leader of that Faction to surrender?"

To Wang, this kind of operation seemed so unlikely as to not be worth spending time on, which made Him sneer at Kaxienuo's support for Aomo at the time.

"It's simple—just give Him what He wants."

He said, raising his hand to simultaneously control Bahamut in lowering Wang to the ground, while he himself, amidst the sparse specks of magical light, transformed into a dim-eyed demon and unfurled his four wings.

At the moment of flying toward Yishamala at a slightly slow speed.

Wang saw the giant beast open its mouth and directly swallow the demon that looked like it would cause oral ulcers.