Chapter 518: Chapter 462: Thunderclouds (4K)

The pitch-black city crawls beneath my feet. London, the heart of the once globe-colonizing Empire, is fully in view.

My hand involuntarily clenches, the surge of power feels endless, intoxicating me in a mesmerizing trance.

A full 1000ml of Qilin Blood roars through my veins. The six-base genetic material undergoes a wondrous chemical reaction with the Divine Calamity gene.

On Earth, the telomeres at the end of chromosome DNA sequences determine the cell division limit by their length and shortening rate, in a sense acting as a wall sighing towards immortality.

At this moment, a swarm of new cells come with active telomerase maxed out, capable of initiating telomere DNA replication and extension, proliferating infinitely like cancer cells.

Yet due to the moderating effect of the Liangyi Blade, various repair enzymes inside the new cells work at full force, repairing mismatched bases and stitching broken DNA,

preventing the swarm from falling into complete deformity and becoming an unspeakable tumor mass like cancerous cells.

Instead, it becomes more… complete.

The scars at the fusion site of flesh and machinery are covered by a newly synthesized spider silk protein web, no longer spraying oils.

Some of the fallen protective armor is replaced by scales reflecting a metallic sheen.

Although the overall appearance remains ugly, fierce, and violent,

under the lightning’s illumination, it surprisingly shows a faint shred of indescribable divinity.

“…”

Mobius’s eyelids twitch violently. His right arm, clutching the sword, has been scalded by overwhelming energy, now as thin as a stick, skin and bones, nearly carbonized.

He can only reach out with his left hand, grip his right wrist, raise the Light Sword once more, and aim at the swarm.

Eight Rings, Spellcasting System Spell, [Collapse of Reality]

Whoosh—

In the space, countless extremely thin, tangible yet nonmaterial lines suddenly extend outwards.

These insubstantial threads densely drape over the swarm, impossible to burn or tear apart.

Until the number of threads reaches a critical point, all the lines tighten simultaneously, as if to pull the swarm out of this world.

[Collapse of Reality]’s specific effect is to shatter the barrier between reality and the timeline, causing a creature to fall into chaos and madness, then randomly select one out of the following four possible outcomes.

[Glimpse of the Distant Realm] — Target suffers immense spiritual damage.

[Shattering Crack] — Target’s entire body, including the interior, suffers uniform field damage.

[Wormhole] — Exiles the target through teleportation.

[Dark Void Freeze] — Completely freezes the target.

The Britannia Royal Light Saber in Mobius’s hand greatly enhances the spellcaster’s level, thus changing the [Collapse of Reality] spell from randomly selecting one effect to randomly selecting two.

Crack crack crack!!

Numerous deep, bone-exposing scars suddenly appear on the mechanical swarm’s surface. The head is divided into several pieces.

Simultaneously, a freezing cold spreads from the thick, long tail upwards, forming a heavy, dark blue frost reminiscent of the eternal ice of the poles.

But… that’s all it can do.

The swarm’s nervous structure is originally distributed in a network, the head being just one of the neural nodes.

Li Cheng easily controls the external appendages through the spinal nerves, putting the head fragments back in place, reassembling them like an Assembly Puppet.

When the frost reached the swarm’s chest, it couldn’t advance any further and was swiftly melted by the thrusters.

Bam!

The thick, long tail heavily slams against the high-rise’s exterior wall, shattering and peeling off the remaining ice, along with the falling ashes of three sheepskin scrolls.

[Wandering Soul Shield], [High-level Magic Resistance], [Muscle is Power]

All three are perfect quality consumption scrolls, all capable of enhancing arcane resistance. Especially the last one, [Muscle is Power], can temporarily boost magic resistance based on physical strength.

‘How rich is this person?!’

This question simultaneously arises in the minds of everyone in the Bell Tower, including Nikola, the forum players watching the live stream, and Mobius himself.

Perfect quality consumption scrolls are outrageously expensive. Even a large guild member wanting to exchange contribution points for them needs to write a report, apply, and go through the process.

Purchasing them on the black market would only cost more.

“Something’s wrong.”

Cold sweat still lingers on Nikola’s forehead. He waves his magic wand, using the Teleportation Technique to entomb two tangled six-legged war chariots into the wall.

His mind remains clear, checking the Shabby Street Star Casting Anvil shop’s revenue via the Human Palace Intelligence on his friend communication panel.

(Human Palace Intelligence is a recently launched online consultation service by the Whale Song Guild. Essentially a periodically replaced wet-ware cloned brain without limbs, connected to Whale Song’s AI server.

Ordinary players can pay a monthly subscription fee to add Human Palace Intelligence as a friend on the killing field, using the friend communication function to treat it as an online AI Q&A software. It’s particularly suitable for regions without internet access.)

The store housing the Star Casting Anvil isn’t located in a remote area; there’s a surveillance camera at the street corner, clearly capturing foot traffic and transaction rates.

Even without accessing the surveillance, there’s plenty of related information from rival stores studying its customer price, inventory turnover rate, monthly net profit, and costs, etc.

According to real-time calculations by the Human Palace Intelligence, even if Li Cheng pocketed the entire Star Casting Anvil’s profits, it would be hard to afford so many high-priced, perfect quality consumption scrolls acquired from the black market.

“Ha,”

As if guessing their thoughts, a deep voice comes from the mechanical swarm’s loudspeaker, “I merely extended the delivery period, claimed the custom-made items were store inventory, and simultaneously mortgaged them to multiple banks to secure large loans for temporary turnover.”