Apocalypse Forecast

What is... that?

Rachelle lowered his head, stupefied as he gazed downward, as if he could glimpse the endless anger within the flames, which filled the giant bull’s eyes, allowing it to shake the earth step by step as it moved forward.

The terrifying heat spread, causing the moisture in the air to evaporate rapidly just by existing.

An invisible forge appeared out of thin air on the battlefield, leaving behind black scorch marks as the giant bull advanced.

Just staring at it made the opponents who had yet to appear tremble involuntarily in the darkness, silently lamenting.

What exactly is that?

Rachelle instinctively bent down, eyes wide open, unable to believe it.

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a monocle, bringing it before his eye to analyze carefully.

Through the miniature lens, he finally broke through the limitations of the naked eye and saw the source substance surging beneath the black-red flames.

So brutal and turbulent.

Like an eternally erupting volcano!

That is not a living being... but a unique phenomenon formed after experiencing countless source material transformations!

Other than the Master of Flame Void from the Middle East: Ruler · Ifrit’s Blessed One, no other Hell creature could possess such a violent source fluctuation.

Could this guy be favored by the Master of Flame Void?

But he isn’t a member of the Zoroastrian Genealogy, how could he receive the genealogy’s unique blessing!

Rachelle gritted his teeth tightly, his fingers almost unable to resist crushing the monocle.

Then there is only one answer.

If it is not a summoned entity manifested through a mystic ritual, then it must be a work crafted by Huai Shi!

But why?

Why is that!

He had always looked down upon Huai Shi, this mediocre alchemist who rose to prominence by luck with Helios’ Sublimators, at best, he considered him as just Garandor’s tool.

But why can a half-baked alchemy waste possess such terrifying skills?

Even...

He couldn’t escape reality, he had to admit: the other’s skills were actually above his own?

This is only the second match, yet it has already caused his summoned entity to undergo more than a triple-fold source material transformation, forming its unique image, bestowed with miraculous activation through living alchemy.

This is close to touching the domain of a Great Grandmaster!

Does he have to admit that this tool in front of him is a genius alchemist capable of matching Garandor!

Or...

He resentfully looked at Huai Shi, at the tower beneath his feet, the projection of the Town of Dusk maintained by Grandmaster Mikhail.

In that moment, Rachelle finally understood—why he felt so much hatred, so much jealousy, so unable to accept Huai Shi breathing the same air in this world.

To the extent that he couldn’t tolerate the existence of a person in this world who was utterly unrelated to him!

Truly, too much of an eyesore!

As long as he existed in front of him, it was a mockery to his entire life!

Why had he dedicated all his effort, paid all the cost, even discarded the morality, composure, and dignity he once insisted upon, wagering everything, recklessly devoting himself to alchemy, only to achieve such a ridiculous result?

In order to make even a slight progress, he didn’t hesitate to sell himself to work for the Stone Pot Society, day after day making various potions like a bricklayer.

To elevate even the slightest bit, he resorted to licking the feet of the Grandmaster like a dog, enduring contempt.

The result, he fell into such a state.

Lived as a clown!

While others shined brilliantly...

Everything he longed for, everything he dreamed about, was discarded by him, casually held in their hands as if it was something readily available!

He clenched his teeth, swallowed all resentment, tightly clenched his fists, ignoring the sharp edges of a crystal seed cutting into his palm.

"Huai Shi..."

He hoarsely roared, "I want to kill you!"

"Huh?"

On the Sun Caster’s throne, Huai Shi scratched his head in confusion.

What’s wrong again?

In that instant, Rachelle’s workshop doors flung open, countless complex branches extending outward from within.

It was like an entire primeval forest showing hostility towards Huai Shi!

Initially, it was just a dozen treemen. After one night, under Rachelle’s lavish potions fertilization, it proliferated to such a terrifying scale.

Those bloodthirsty ancient trees grew human faces, writhing their branches in the high temperature, transforming into countless limbs, propelling their massive bodies forward.

Covering the sky and earth.

"...Is this it?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded for a long time.

The Incarnation of Anger lifted its gaze, a wisp of disdainful flame spitting from its mouth, suddenly advancing with iron hooves, launching a charge forward.

On the four sharp horns, the black fire light danced and coalesced around the body into something akin to an axe blade.

And rushed forward powerfully.

So, the earth shook.

Even atop the tower, one could feel the terrifying force of the giant bull’s charge forward, crushing straight ahead, causing flames to soar into the sky.

That scene...

Huai Shi couldn’t bear to watch.

It was just like a truck driver crashing into the protagonist of a crossover novel, before they could react, countless chaotic remnants flew into the sky.

At this moment, the burning giant bull has transformed into a chariot like a meat grinder, its massive body covered in flames, each place a blazing sharp edge comparable to a heavy axe.

When the heavy body strides forward, its terrifying weight turns into an unstoppable impact.

The path it traverses is left in shambles.

Only the spreading anger continues to burn, even spreading to the branches of the treemen, making them sources of fire as well.

In the blink of an eye, the incarnation of heavy anger has pierced through the entire battlefield, then slowly turns around, launching another charge at the formation behind him that has been completely plowed through!

Crushing everything in its path!

It’s like beating up on children.

Amidst this massacre, Huai Shi heard laughter coming from afar.

Saw the twisted expression of Rachelle.

Hysteria.

Seeing his deployment slaughtered, he was even happier than Huai Shi.

Huai Shi was bewildered.

This must be madness, right?

Dude, are you still sane?

While Huai Shi was bewildered, he saw Rachelle suddenly raise his hand, his palm appearing as if cut open, yet no blood flowed out, instead pale and shriveled, as if drained by something.

Five fingers clenched tight.

Issuing a final command!

Thus, amid countless gruesome treeman remains, the earth suddenly rose and cracked, a vine like crystal extending from within, entwining with the broken trunks and flames, madly absorbing all nutrients.

Hundreds of slender tendrils, like ivy, expanded wildly, covering them entirely, not even sparing the still-living treemen.

Huai Shi couldn’t help but frown.

This invasive behavior is unlikely to be favored by the Mountain Ghost, especially witnessing the previously formed life network being completely drained, destroyed by such a discordant note, it was even more difficult to control the delay.

A seed ruined a forest, a phrase ruined a symphony, a piece of crap spoiled a good pot of soup.

Whether it’s the Mountain Ghost’s philosophy, the Disaster Musician’s obsession, or the Hell Kitchen Demon’s pursuit, none can tolerate such a situation.

The treemen decay at a thousand times the speed.

Even without Huai Shi’s intervention, they shattered and fell apart, the instant all life force was drained, the crystal-like vines also swiftly broke and withered.

Immediately, beneath the burning remains, from the earth, a bronze hand abruptly reached out, as if crawling out of a grave.

Then a second, third, fourth...

Amidst Rachelle’s laughter, bronze figures with copper helmets, clad in iron armor, wielding long spears and daggers, crawled out from the soil.

Like fruit ripe for the picking.

These burly giants, standing half a meter taller than ordinary people, had bodies like metal, their faces covered with fine scales, their eyes vertical like a beast’s, exuding ferocity.

And Huai Shi could tell... each one of them was a Sublimator with a soul!

Over forty fully armed ancient warriors!

As they raised their eyes, instantly gathering into a formation, everyone’s souls seemed to merge into one, and with unified roars and howls, the phantom of a red dragon emerged from the midair, spreading its wings, screaming in wrath.

Coating their shields, swords, and arrows in crimson, like divine weapons bathed in dragon’s blood.

Huai Shi looked up, suddenly realizing.

"Dragon Tooth Soldiers?"

Just like Hercules, also from the most famous hero group of ancient Greece, the Argonauts!

This was a legend created by the captain hero of the Argo, Jason.

According to the legend, to obtain the Golden Fleece, he agreed to the terms of the Lord of the Colchis Bay, King Aeetes. He yoked two bulls offered to the Fire God Hephaestus, sowing dragon teeth, and defeated the dragon’s blood warriors grown from them.

And to accomplish this feat, this hero—known even in Greece for his chaotic private life—seduced the king’s daughter, the witch Medea, successfully gaining her love and assistance, thus creating achievements unreachable by ordinary people.

Ultimately, he lost everything due to losing her love, with his family shattered and himself cursed, dying aboard the Argo.

Truly a tragic end.

While skimming this anecdote in the tomes, Huai Shi felt inexplicably anxious, making it remarkably memorable.

How could he not recognize it now?

Using dragon teeth as seeds, irrigating with fresh blood, sacrificing life, this is inherently a mystic ritual.

Worshipping a deceased dragon as a deity, praying for its miracle to endure through its teeth, yielding Steel Giants streaming with frenzied dragon blood.

This is enough to form a substantial Hell Swarm.

Only a pity...

It will be of no use whatsoever!

Uninterested, he withdrew his gaze.

In that instant, at the battlefield’s edge, the Incarnation of Anger lifted its iron hoof, stomping down.

Thundering sound exploded and spread, subduing all noise.

As if all heaven and earth fell silent.

The entire world only left that heart-thundering heartbeat, echoing within the massive husk. The heart pumped, letting flames flow like blood.

Upon its body, the originally chaotic flames suddenly surging, aligning, until finally with its heartbeat, even forming a singular continuity, creating a waveform effect along its razor-sharp back.

The iron hoof stomped again.

A terrifying tremor spread, swept, covered the entire battlefield, then curbed back, converged into its hull along with the waveform’s leap.

The terrible shockwave unbearable by human bodies flows along gold and iron.

This is with a non-human iron body, already beyond Huai Shi’s endurance limit of power!

——Extreme Intent · Symphony!