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Chapter 350: Chapter 218: Apocalypse Catastrophe (Part 2)_2

So, if there is no unique Artifact Spirit, then when a player passes the 500th floor, the King of Destruction will certainly awaken and send the player back to the side of the unique Artifact Spirit to start the novice storyline all over again.

The subsequent plot development will deviate slightly from the official storyline, but it will quickly get back on track under the restraining force of the entire world.

Upon seeing the King of Destruction, Liuzi discovered that he had already been enveloped by dark energy.

In the official storyline, he would be written off for resisting the King of Destruction, but he had not expected the same to happen this time.

Knowing that he was likely to meet his end today, Liuzi opened communication and said to Xiemen Waidao, “I like lace.”

Although they always looked at each other sideways, the person who understands you best is often your enemy, so Liuzi and Xiemen Waidao still knew each other quite well.

He believed Xiemen Waidao would understand his meaning, and Xiemen Waidao replied, “I recorded it. When I get back, I’ll tell everyone that you like lace.”

“You damn Xiemen Waidao! You damn!!!”

Xiemen Waidao decisively hung up, leaving Liuzi with nowhere to vent his rage, fueling his sense of grievance towards the King of Destruction before him.

No longer caring about the corruption on his body, Liuzi faced the mecha energy field in front of him and walked toward the King of Destruction.

His movements seemed slow but were actually swift. With every step, he could feel the mecha energy field dissolving his body, activating the Demon God chip inside him and causing his frame to grow abnormally large.

The closer he got to the King of Destruction, the more difficult it became to control his mecha.

All kinds of decay had begun to occur; Artificial Artifact Spirits were invading his mecha, gradually transforming it into something of their own.

His weapons started to fail, and most had fallen off due to corrosion. The large mecha’s body was covered in dark energy, and even the mecha’s shell had been cracked open, exposing the sticky, rotting artificial muscles inside.

However, Liuzi knew when he would lose control and had been prepared for this all along.

Eventually, he arrived in front of the King of Destruction.

By then, Liuzi’s mecha had become a grotesque entity of dark energy and flesh, no match for the King of Destruction’s black mecha.

After staring at his opponent for a while, Liuzi decisively activated the self-destruct program.

A shockwave akin to a supernova explosion occurred, and the entire star system was bathed in dazzling white light. Liuzi’s most powerful move appeared, trading his life to halt the adversary.

At that moment, Liuzi was not much different from the King of Destruction, and the self-destruction tremendously amplified the force he generated, eradicating the whole star system, leaving only a half-finished King of Destruction standing silently in its original position…

Without the help of other mechas, the King of Destruction could only slowly and incrementally draw matter and energy from the surroundings.

The matter roaming around was absorbed and converted by the King of Destruction to replenish its weakened structure.

Knowing that Liuzi was gone, Xiemen Waidao sighed softly and then asked on QQ, “Liuzi, how about we write on your epitaph, ‘He was Mr. Liu Liuzi kira~’?”

“Can’t you get over that joke? Forget it, I’m off to rush my draft. The rest is up to you.”

“I’m still a student, remember to give me a free copy when it’s published.”

“…Get lost!”

Xiemen Waidao shrugged his shoulders.

He looked at the region erupting with white light and continued to spread seeds outward.

Several kinds of seeds were thrown out and began to sprout and grow; these special weapons would form a new barrier to resist the King of Destruction on the other side.

But he was also aware that these could only resist for so long.

Eventually, like Liuzi, he would sacrifice himself to resist the King of Destruction and entrust the task of unraveling the secret of the easter egg to the most powerful pilot among them.

In the face of absolute power, all tricks and schemes were meaningless; all he could do was trust his counterpart.

At this time, Monkey and Teddy Bear, who were entrusted with high hopes, also learned of Liuzi’s sacrifice.

The time left for them was running short, but at the moment, they were not in a hurry to climb the tower. Instead, they began to check the condition of the Teddy Bear in the resting area on the five-hundredth floor.

In the recent battle, the Teddy Bear inexplicably experienced an impulse that compelled it to issue commands to the Mecha opposite them, which worked surprisingly well.

After inspecting the Teddy Bear’s chips, Monkey said, “There’s no problem with the chip, your chip has not been corrupted, this power must be your own.”

“What do you think is the source of my power?” the Teddy Bear asked curiously.

“It might be related to the basic settings of an Artifact Spirit. The one and only Artifact Spirit has never explained this before. But according to our guess, corruption is from the Shadows, and an Artifact Spirit can suppress corruption, so we suspect that Artifact Spirits may also have power similar to that of the Gods.”

The Teddy Bear looked utterly confused by the new terms and concepts, and after a long while, it spread its arms in disbelief and said, “So, I am a God?”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“It’s good to be confident, but don’t be overly so. Talk about being a God after you’ve beaten my difficult mode.”

“Hmph… What do we do next?”

“Keep climbing the tower, then continue to replace parts. Xiemen Waidao will put up some resistance, and if we don’t build up our strength quickly enough, we’re doomed.”

“What about the Mechas from the Tower of Competition?”

“Them?… Just don’t make trouble for us. Let’s go, Teddy Bear, we need to keep moving.”

Riding along with Monkey, the Teddy Bear fell silent for a while as they climbed the stairs, and then said softly, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, and besides, we’re not guaranteed to win yet.”

“Regardless, thank you.”

While they continued to climb the tower, the organizers of the Tower of Competition also noticed the problems on the outside.

They dispatched Mechas with confusion, attempting to find the cause of the explosions, and soon realized that the passages to the outside world were blocked by trees.

These trees connected to one another, their roots and trunks intertwined, while their steel-like branches were protected by peculiar chips that distributed damage evenly across each ancient tree.

This was a defensive play that Xiemen Waidao particularly enjoyed; once the tree defenses were deployed, it meant to disgust and wear down the enemy to death.

The Mechas from the Tower of Competition, trapped by the ancient trees, couldn’t get out and could only keep negotiating with Xiemen Waidao, meanwhile sending Mechas that were previously outside to assess the situation.

But for those Mechas sent on what was essentially a suicide mission, Xiemen Waidao was powerless to help.

Just as these Mechas arrived at the center of the explosion, heart-wrenching screams transmitted through the communication field.

“What is this thing!”

“Don’t look! Don’t look! Repeat, do not look!”

“The black Mecha, in its normal state, has satellite-level capabilities, and it’s still growing. Just looking at the enemy’s Mecha, I feel like I’m losing control of my own. This seems to be a special virus that is triggered the moment you see the enemy. Because of this reason, I cannot provide video footage. Lastly, do not look, this is an emergency situation!”

“…”

“Take a look at this photo, see how beautiful the black Mecha is.”

One photo after another of the black Mechas was sent, but the high-ranking officials of the Tower of Competition, having been warned, quickly severed the connection to avoid seeing these images.

This conflicting intelligence made them decisively choose the former, which averted the take-over of the Tower of Competition by the Artificial Artifact Spirit and gave them a temporary breather.

The sudden change made the top brass of the Tower of Competition feel an urgent sense of crisis.

At the top of the Tower of Competition, the administrators gathered to discuss the current situation.

With intelligence limited and odd incidents occurring, they were faced with such a terrifying circumstance for the first time, and no one knew how to deal with it.

Panic was also spreading through the towns near the Tower of Competition, with many Mechas ready to flee, but the aerial network of ancient trees stopped them, forcing them to stay behind.

It was a catastrophe concerning their very world, and they had to stay.