Chapter 82: Firepower Suppression Is the Only Right Choice!

Brat... brat?!

Rashid’s pupils shrank sharply, his face twisting into a grotesque, agonized mask as painful memories surged forth.

Since birth, he had been a collateral branch, never once earning his father’s attention; even within the family, he was treated like an outcast, utterly ignored by everyone.

But he refused to accept it, so he pushed himself to the limit, determined to prove to his father that he, not that idiotic elder brother, was the true heir.

Yet unfortunately… no matter how hard he tried, he could never win even a shred of his father’s notice.

Until he killed his elder brother—the original heir.

His father finally noticed him—but the outcome was nothing like Rashid had imagined. He had believed that killing his brother and showcasing his exceptional talent would earn him his father’s respect, but the truth proved… no amount of effort could outweigh being born of the main line.

Yes, the reason his father paid him any attention was solely because he needed someone to shield his underage younger brother from the covetous eyes and assassinations of rival factions.

From start to finish, that cold-hearted father never regarded him as a true son—only as a tool.

Brat… it struck at Rashid’s deepest, most hidden insecurity.

“You… what did you call me?!”

Rashid, consumed by rage, glared at Alvin with venomous hatred, as if wishing to burn him to ash.

“What? Did I get it wrong?”

Alvin raised his hand and fired a shot: “Oh, I almost forgot—you’re collateral. You should be called a bastard.”

“You damned lowlife! Filth!”

Rashid exploded in fury; his spiritual energy surged over dozens of meters, igniting the air instantly. Violent flames from the subspace coalesced into a towering pillar of fire, roaring toward him!

BOOM!

The searing heat warped space itself.

The destruction-born flames from the subspace—even the Minggongshengjiachong , a product of the Death Spirit, could not withstand them, reduced to ash in an instant.

Even as the fire pillar remained over ten meters away, Alvin already felt its unbearable heat; his eyebrows and hair curled from the scorching temperature.

FLASH!

Light surged, and Alvin vanished from his spot.

The greatest advantage of the telekinesis discipline lies in its flexibility—he tore through the material universe, briefly traversing the subspace with his physical body to achieve short-range spatial displacement!

“You think I didn’t see that coming, bastard?!”

Yet Rashid understood telekinesis far better than Alvin; in an instant, he locked onto his position: “Die, you wretched filth! Infernal Flame!!!”

The atmosphere ignited!

A blazing, swirling tornado of fire, infused with the malice of the subspace, surged toward Alvin.

“IMPACT!”

Alvin clapped his palms together.

The sound instantly amplified hundreds of times, forming layered, tidal waves of crushing air pressure!

BOOM!

The collision of telekinesis and flame unleashed a deafening roar!

In an instant, the torn airwaves howled, carving crisscrossing gashes into the steel ground, while shattered flames exploded like fireworks in all directions!

In the flickering firelight, the Minggongshengjiachong lining the factory’s lower level, as if locking onto their targets, surged forward in swarms like a rolling tide of emerald-black waves.

Rashid’s pupils shrank slightly: “You plan to die with me? With these insects?”

“Didn’t you already guess that?”

Alvin grinned, and the micro-rockets on his shoulders fired, dragging airwaves toward Rashid.

BOOM!

The explosions from the micro-missiles sent shockwaves and flames rippling outward in all directions.

But when the smoke cleared, Rashid remained unharmed. He stared at Alvin, a cold smirk curling his lips: “I bear the blessed artifact of the Great Blood God. Do you really think a worthless bastard like you can wear me down?”

“Then let’s see who breaks first!” Alvin stopped wasting words and unleashed the full firepower of his armor at once.

Micro-tracking missiles!

Shoulder cannons!

Arc pulse cannons!

Cluster cannons!

In an instant, he completely overwhelmed Rashid.

At full firepower, the Mark V’s intensity rivaled that of a tactical squad; even with his shield, Rashid was forced into frantic, desperate dodging!

“Damn! Damn! Damn!”

Rashid raged, screaming curses: “Don’t let me find out who built this bastard’s armor—or I’ll snap his neck!”

He was running around not because he feared Alvin.

Even the Blood God’s blessed artifact had limited energy; wasting it on such a meaningless target was pure folly, especially against a worthless bastard like him?

Briefly using his defensive shield, Rashid reignited the air, attempting to use subspace flames to halt the relentless firepower—just enough to buy himself a breath!

“FLASH!”

Alvin vanished again from his spot.

But this time, he drew his plasma gun—the one he’d never used until now—and, catching Rashid off-guard, squeezed the trigger hard!

What tactics? What techniques?

Firepower suppression is the eternal god!

BOOM!

A superheated, brilliant white plasma ball erupted from the barrel.

Rashid’s pupils shrank violently; he screamed in horror: “Plasma gun?!”

Even in the family of a planetary viceroy, such a thing was exceedingly rare—where the hell did this bastard get it?!

But his thoughts lasted only half a second.

Rashid was blasted backward by the plasma explosion, slammed against the wall by the shockwave.

The Blood God’s blessed artifact blocked the plasma gun—but the ensuing blast’s force struck Rashid fully; the impact sent stars exploding behind his eyes.

“Tch!”

The chance he’d just seized had been blocked by the shield. Alvin snarled and fired again, praying inwardly: “Great Emperor, Omnisiah, please don’t let it overheat!”

BOOM!

Before Rashid could even rise from the ground, another plasma blast struck him square in the face—the Blood God’s blessed shield cracked under the impact!

“No, no good!”

Rashid panicked—the shield could only withstand so much force in a short time. Two or three more hits, and it would shatter!

“Kneel… before me!!!”

But how could Alvin oblige him?

He had already seen through Rashid’s plan—to stall for time. His telekinesis surged like a tidal wave, descending with terrifying gravitational potential!

Boundless gravity crashed down like a thundering wave!

Rashid’s eyes bulged as he struggled desperately to resist—but the pressure grew fiercer, as if submerged in ten thousand meters of ocean, crushing pressure surging from all sides, threatening to squeeze him into pulp!

THUD!

Rashid’s knees smashed into the ground; he glared at Alvin with murderous rage: “Bastard, I’ll kill you!!!”

BANG!

In response, a point-blank plasma shot.

Superheated ionized plasma, accelerated by the coil, trailed sonic booms like rings, blasting the screaming, foul-mouthed Rashid backward!

“Keep yelling? Go on!”

Alvin pressed his advantage; the telekinetic shockwave, laced with shattered steel fragments, accelerated like cannonballs—speed instantly reaching several times the speed of sound!

Steel fragments scraped against air, blazing like falling meteors!

One after another, steel shards accelerated by telekinesis rained down on Rashid with the force of artillery shells.

“Emperor, bless your faithful servant!”

Alvin shouted the Emperor’s name, then kissed his plasma gun.

A brilliant white, superheated plasma ball streaked through the air and slammed into the Blood God’s blessed shield.

This time, the explosion’s shockwave was even more violent!

CRACK!

The Blood God’s blessed artifact cracked again!

Rashid suddenly felt fear—he didn’t understand why, despite holding the upper hand, he’d been driven to this brink by a worthless bastard?!

Why? Why the hell?!

“Bastard!!!”

Rashid’s face twisted in fury—he knew he had to strike back!

If Alvin kept suppressing him, the Blood God’s shield would shatter before the insects below even reached him!

BOOM!

Vast torrents of flame poured out from the subspace.

The boiling, surging flames surged into the material universe like a furious tidal wave, as if hiding twisted, blasphemous demons within.

The blazing fire turned the once sandy wasteland into a sea of orange-red.

It roared endlessly—the malice of the highest heavens, the wrath of the Chaos Blood God—enveloping nearly half the foundry platform.

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