SFS Chapter 272 Golden Holy Light, Annihilating Everything
Chapter 272 Golden Holy Light, Annihilating Everything
Antarctica, beneath the ice sheet.
The huge underground cavity has become a complete mess.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of green, sticky insect blood and severed limbs.
The air was filled with a nauseating stench of fish and burning.
The enormous Zerg warship that crashed here countless millennia ago has vanished completely, leaving not a speck of dust behind, as if it had never existed.
The tens of millions of Zerg cannon fodder it created were now frozen in place, their crimson eyes losing all their luster, becoming empty shells without souls.
Aiolia hovered in mid-air, his golden divine robes radiating a divine glow under the light of the azure crystals.
He didn't get a single drop of blood on him.
He simply stared silently at the enormous crater below, created by Ares and the Thunder Beast, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Ares, you're a madman," he muttered to himself.
Blast yourself into dust?
Only a battle maniac would say something like that.
"Cough...cough cough..."
From the bottom of the pit came a violent coughing sound.
Immediately afterwards, a disheveled figure struggled to crawl out from a pile of broken rocks and the charred remains of the Thunder Beast.
It was Ares.
He doesn't look good at all right now.
The dark red holy robes he wore had dimmed light, and there were obvious cracks in several places, especially on the helmet, where a hideous crack stretched from his forehead to the back of his head, almost splitting the entire helmet apart.
One of his arms was twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken.
He coughed and spat out a mouthful of saliva tinged with blood, but his face wore a satisfied, maniacal smile.
"Ha...haha...hahahaha!"
"That felt great! That was fucking great!"
He looked at the Thunder Beast's corpse on the ground, which had been blasted to less than a third of its original size and was completely carbonized, and let out a hearty laugh.
Aiolia slowly descended from the sky, walked to his side, looked at his miserable yet smug appearance, and coldly said, "You almost died."
"Almost?" Ares scoffed. "As long as I'm not dead, I win!"
"The master's order is to destroy the beacon. Have you considered the consequences if your suicidal attack fails?" Aiolia's tone carried a hint of reproach.
"Failure? The word 'failure' doesn't exist in my dictionary!" Ares grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained with blood. "Besides, I'm just trusting you, my good brother."
He patted Aiolia on the shoulder, which aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.
"I had already calculated it. Your 'Atomic Lightning Speed Fist' is powerful, but its energy is highly concentrated. As long as I use my divine armor to protect my vitals and use this giant insect's body as a shield, I will only suffer minor injuries at most."
Aiolia looked at him but didn't say anything more.
He knew Ares was telling the truth.
This guy may look like a brute who only knows how to use brute force, but in reality, his sense of combat and his ability to calculate are genius-level.
Behind his seemingly crazy actions often lies the most precise calculation.
Atomic Lightning Speed Fist.
This is a more powerful finishing move that Aiolia mastered based on "Lightning Bolt".
It is no longer simply about unleashing billions of light-speed punches, but rather compressing and condensing the energy of billions of light-speed punches into a single point, and then, in an instant, completely exploding!
Its power is enough to completely pulverize atoms, annihilating all matter at its source!
Just now, if Ares hadn't used the Thunder Beast's massive body to withstand most of the energy impact, he would probably have been blasted into elementary particles just like that Thunder Beast.
Even so, the terrifying aftershocks of energy nearly destroyed his demigod-level body.
"Alright, stop looking at me like that." Ares waved his hand. "The work is done, we should report back to the master."
As he spoke, he walked to the remains of the Thunder Beast and kicked the huge, charred, single, crimson eye.
"The beacon you mentioned, sir, must be this thing, right?"
Aiolia walked over, a stream of data flashing in his golden eyes.
"That's right. This eye is the energy beacon of the Starbeast. It has parasitized this crashed Zerg warship and fused with the warship's hive core."
"It can not only modify and control these alien insects, but also absorb energy from deep within the Earth's core, opening up a 'spatial coordinate' for the arrival of the behemoth itself."
"Fortunately, we arrived in time; its coordinates were not yet fully constructed."
As Aiolia spoke, he extended his finger, and a golden energy ball condensed at his fingertip.
"Now, all we need to do is destroy it, and our mission will be complete."
"Wait!" Ares suddenly stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Aiolia looked at him, puzzled.
"Such a good thing, what a waste to just destroy it." Ares licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"This is the crystallized power of that 'big guy'! The energy it contains, though malevolent, is incredibly pure. To waste it like this is a complete waste!"
Aiolia frowned. "What are you trying to do? The Master said that anything infected by the Beacon can no longer be considered life. Do you really intend to absorb this evil power?"
"Absorb it? I'm not that stupid." Ares chuckled. "I mean, take it back and present it to the master!"
"Sir, you are incredibly powerful. Perhaps you can purify this thing, make use of it, and transform it into some kind of magical artifact for us?"
"At the very least, it can be used as research material!"
Aiolia was taken aback upon hearing this.
He had to admit that Ares's suggestion, while sounding a bit far-fetched,... didn't seem entirely without merit.
The gentleman's methods are all-encompassing and profound.
Who knows, this evil beacon might actually be transformed into some kind of treasure.
"Alright." Aiolia nodded, dispersing the energy ball from his fingertip. "Then we'll do as you say."
Ares smiled smugly, then stepped forward and, enduring excruciating pain, used his intact hand to pry the charred eyeball, larger than himself, out of the Thunder Beast's head.
"Done! We're done!"
He carried the enormous eyeball as if it were a trophy, his face beaming with pride.
The two stopped there, and with a flash of light, their God Cloths automatically disintegrated, transforming back into their God Cloth Box forms.
Ares also used his divine power to temporarily seal away the enormous eyeball.
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
The two soared into the sky, preparing to leave the enormous underground cavern.
However, just as they were about to fly out of the hole that Ares had smashed open, Aiolia suddenly stopped.
"etc."
"What is it now?" Ares asked impatiently.
Aiolia did not answer. He simply raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through thousands of meters of ice to look at the sky outside.
A strange look appeared on his face.
"A few 'little mice' are coming over."
"A little mouse?" Ares followed his gaze and sensed it too.
Above the Antarctic continent, at the edge of the stratosphere, a triangular spaceplane with an extremely futuristic design, completely black, was speeding towards their location at a speed exceeding Mach 10.
"Oh? Judging from the shape of this plane, is it the American 'Aurora'?" Ares stroked his chin. "These mortals are quite quick."
"What should we do? Should we just get rid of him?" A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
For him, crushing these mortals was easier than crushing an ant.
"The master said that we should try not to reveal too much of our power in front of mortals." Aiolia shook his head.
"Then what do we do? Just let them come over like that? Let them take pictures of this huge crater? Then tomorrow the headlines around the world will all be 'Mysterious sinkhole discovered in Antarctica, suspected to be the work of aliens'?'" Ares shrugged.
Aiolia pondered for a moment, then, unusually, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly in a small arc.
"Who said we had to kill them?"
He looked at Ares and said slowly, "We can leave them a 'gift'."
"A small 'warning' that they will never forget."
Ares was taken aback, but then he understood what Aiolia meant.
On his face appeared a smile exactly like Aiolia's, full of wicked humor.
"Hehehe...that's a great idea!"
"That's what we'll do!"
Aiolia stopped talking and extended a finger, gently touching the ice layer thousands of meters thick above.
An invisible, gentle, golden power spread out.
The next second, a miraculous scene unfolded.
The enormous hole, over a kilometer in diameter, that Ares had violently blasted open with his war spear, was now beginning to regrow from the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Countless ice crystals appeared out of thin air, and then quickly condensed and filled in.
The entire process was silent and filled with a kind of creation-like beauty.
In less than a minute.
That bottomless, enormous hole disappeared completely.
The entire ice surface returned to its original state, smooth as a mirror, as if nothing had ever happened.
Only a few wisps of scorching water vapor remained in the air, not completely dissipated.
"Done." Aiolia clapped his hands.
"That's it?" Ares asked, somewhat unsatisfied. "Aren't you going to leave them some 'souvenirs'?"
"Of course we'll keep it." Aiolia smiled.
He closed his eyes, and with his powerful mental energy, he instantly locked onto the "Aurora" that was approaching at high speed.
Then, he imprinted a carefully "edited" scene directly into the minds of everyone on the plane, in a way that served as a kind of spiritual imprint.
Only after doing all this did he nod in satisfaction.
"Let's go."
"This time, we're really done."
Two streaks of light flashed by and disappeared into the Antarctic night sky in an instant, leaving no trace.
Only the "Aurora" was left, still foolishly flying at full speed towards that no longer existing "destination".