Chapter 467 - 343: I... Am the Sun
The dark red earth was scorched by the intense heat, its surface starting to crack and carbonize!
"Who’s there?!"
Before the altar, a Bishop whipped his head around, looking in Wei Song’s direction.
Shock and suspicion flickered in his dark purple pupils.
Just a moment ago, he had felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread.
But it was already too late.
Wei Song raised his right hand, palm facing up.
HUMMM!
A fist-sized, incandescent ball of light coalesced in his palm.
Inside the sphere of light, the temperature was still skyrocketing.
Thirty thousand degrees, forty thousand, fifty thousand...
Its color shifted from incandescent white to golden-red, and then to an almost transparent "pure white."
Its brightness increased dramatically, as if... a true sun was being born in his palm.
The light radiating from the sphere illuminated the entire bleak sky!
All the Cultists in the camp stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
And then, they saw... a sight they would never forget.
Wei Song stood at the edge of the camp, slowly rising into the air as he held a "sun" in his right hand.
Blinding light tore through the gloom.
The air around him distorted completely, like looking through a shimmering curtain of water.
Below, the dark red earth was melting, turning into scalding magma.
"This is..." A Bishop’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, his voice trembling.
"Ashbringer!!!"
He recalled the legendary "Demon."
The "Ashbringer" of Jiangnan Province had an incredibly terrifying ultimate attack... Thermonuclear Explosion.
Its temperature would instantly surpass a million degrees, turning everything in its path to Ashes.
"Run!!!"
He roared, spinning around to flee.
But Wei Song wasn’t about to give him the chance.
"Thermonuclear Explosion: Bloom!"
He soundlessly mouthed the three words, then... tossed it with his right hand.
The sphere of light left his hand, soaring toward the sky above the camp.
Like a meteor in reverse, it shot toward the murky heavens, trailing a long tail of light.
Upon reaching an altitude of three hundred meters above the camp, the sphere... detonated.
There was no sound. Only... light.
An endless torrent of light poured down from the sky!
It was like the river of heaven reversing its course, a divine punishment descending upon the world!
The entire Rift was instantly washed in pure, blinding white.
All color was devoured; all shadows, banished.
All that remained was light—scorching, pure, and utterly destructive.
SZZZZZLE!!!
The tents, the crystals, the Runes, the Cultists...
The instant they touched the light, all matter was instantly vaporized!
They melted away without a sound, like snow under a blazing sun.
"Argh..."
The three Bishops roared, desperately raising a dark-purple Energy Shield.
The Shield flickered violently in the light, like a candle in a gale.
But it held for only a second before the Shield shattered.
The light poured in, engulfing their bodies.
Skin carbonized, bones disintegrated, internal organs evaporated...
They were peeled away, layer by layer from the outside in, until nothing remained.
In the end, not even Ashes were left. They were utterly... vaporized.
The light lasted for a full five seconds.
After five seconds, the sphere’s Energy was depleted, and it slowly dimmed.
The sky returned to its bleak gray hue. The camp... was no more.
The tents, the altar, the Cultists... everything was gone.
All that remained was a massive crater, five hundred meters in diameter and thirty meters deep.
Scalding magma flowed slowly at the bottom of the crater, its walls as smooth as a mirror, having been instantly vitrified by the intense heat.
At the edge, there were, surprisingly, a few... lucky survivors.
They had been far enough from the blast’s epicenter and had taken cover behind thick Rock formations.
Though the shockwave had caused them to bleed from every orifice and shifted their internal organs, they were... still alive.
But their eyes were vacant and their expressions numb, as if their very Souls had been snatched away.
Wei Song paid the few survivors no mind, turning his attention back to the nascent Rift.
He transformed into a streak of light and circled the Rift a few times at high speed, but found no other Cultists of the Abyssal Child.
’Looks like this was all of them. Good enough...’
’While no one’s around, I might as well drop a few more "little suns" and cleanse this place completely.’
’And while I’m at it... I’ll see if I can obtain a world mark.’