"Hahaha, the Whispering God’s emissary has arrived! It will bury everything with its waves and devour everything with its body! You Blasphemers are about to face judgment from a god! Die! All of you, die! Die together!"
Dormammu twisted his body and shouted maniacally, a bizarre smile on his face, like a contorted worm.
By now, everyone on Cordillera Main Island had seen the giant waves roaring in from the distance, all their faces showing utter disbelief.
The primary reason the Cordillera Main Island of the Cordillera Islands could become a Holy Land for the Western People was the existence of the Super Giant War Armor, the Golden Mad King. This place had never been attacked by a World Beast.
Many islanders had even lived their entire lives and died without ever seeing what a World Beast looked like.
In this cruel world, a place that could be farmed for produce and was free from the incursions of sea monsters was nothing short of a Peach Blossom Spring.
And now, a World Beast had truly appeared, and it was heading straight for the main island!
Judging by the size of this World Beast, it was at least five thousand meters long, a complete, mobile island on the sea.
Epics told stories of World Beasts making landfall to slaughter humans and destroy cities. If this World Beast were to land on Cordillera Main Island, it would be an absolute, devastating catastrophe. No one would survive!
Dormammu and Eddy exchanged a glance, and both saw a flash of glee in the other’s eyes.
What Savior? What Salvation Army Commander? In this world of declining human civilization, before a World Beast, they were utterly insignificant, no different from a speck of dust.
Eddy then looked at Shen Feng and said slowly:
"Savior... Your Excellency? Haha, did you really think your appearance could save everything? Soon you’ll realize you can’t save a thing. Those mortals down there will realize it too, and when they do, they’ll be driven by their own inner fury and tear you to shreds! A mob will put an idol on a pedestal, then pull it down and stomp it to dust. That’s what they do best."
Meanwhile, in the square below, the crowd of over one hundred thousand had descended into chaos.
"What... what do we do..."
"The World Beast is here!"
"These damn bastards from the Purification Church!"
"Savior above... Quick, prepare the defenses!"
"Right, the Savior, we still have the Savior! Please, Savior, leave this place at once!"
Amidst the noisy chaos, someone suddenly shouted the Savior’s title.
Then, as if suddenly snapping to their senses, the crowd began shouting one after another toward Shen Feng on the deck:
"Savior, please, leave this place!"
"Commander, we’ll handle this! Please, you must survive and avenge us!"
"The Salvation Army never gives up!"
"Leave! Get out of here! As long as you live, there is hope for humanity!"
"If you get the chance in the future, please leave a small flower on my grave..."
"For humanity! Long live the Salvation Army!"
As they shouted, the crowd surged toward the direction of the approaching World Beast, rushing toward the fortresses along the shore.
BOOM! A cannon shell fired from a turret on the opposite shore, arcing toward the surging tidal wave.
RAT-TAT-TAT... came the sound of coastal defense heavy machine guns.
Many others grabbed tools like shovels, knives, and axes—or even used their teeth and fists—desperately trying to cut through the foam gel that stuck the two warships together.
Even more people, completely unarmed, charged directly toward the coast, forming a human wall, hoping to slow the World Beast’s advance with their own flesh and blood.
This scene left Dormammu and Eddy dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Those mortals in their eyes, that pitiful mob—they weren’t begging their Savior for help, nor were they overthrowing him in their panic. Instead, they wanted to protect that young man with their own flesh and blood!
"Why... why..." Dormammu mumbled. "Are they insane?"
Shen Feng sighed, but a smile touched his lips as he looked down at the surging crowd and said:
"They have always known I am not a god, and they have never treated me as one. They have merely entrusted their lives and hopes to the will that I represent. You shadowy dregs will never understand the greatness of humanity."
From the very beginning, everyone barely surviving in this world of suffering understood that the Savior was also an ordinary person. What was truly precious was the heart that would never give up.
They already owed the Savior too much for being able to survive this long; they could not let him come to the slightest harm.
Anyone could die, but the Savior had to live.
If he lived, there was hope.
At this time, members of the Minstrel Council, including Witch Tower and Charlotte, also clambered onto the foam gel, trying to hack apart the solidified substance and create a chance for their Commander to survive.
Dormammu’s face first darkened, but then he laughed out loud and said:
"So what if they do? You have no way of escaping this place and saving yourself. This just highlights how pathetic and pitiful you fools are! And we, the believers of the Whispering God, will attain eternity!"
Shen Feng’s lips curled up. He bent down, yanked a silver-white metal sphere hanging from a chain around Dormammu’s neck, and sneered:
"Planning to attain eternity with a Quantum Force Field Core?"
This metal sphere also had all sorts of complex patterns on it. It was clearly another Quantum Force Field Core, which Dormammu also used for his cons and swindles.
Seeing his trump card exposed, Dormammu’s expression shifted for a few seconds before he said viciously:
"Then let’s all die together! No one can escape! Die! Once you idiotic mortals are all dead, this world will finally go dark, and the Whispering God will possess everything!"
Shen Feng paid him no more mind. Instead, he walked to the edge of the bridge and gazed out.
Witch Tower, Chris, and the others, their faces pale with grim determination, were desperately trying to hack through the solid gel.
The few remaining turrets were firing shells as if they were free, and some people in the distance had even lit huge bonfires, trying to attract the World Beast’s attention.
Even more people gathered on the opposite shore, holding hands to form lines of human walls, hoping to block the World Beast’s charge.
Even if it was for less than a second, it could create more of an opportunity for the Savior to escape.
They wanted to preserve the flame of hope for humanity.
This great flame would one day illuminate the long night of human civilization and create a bright future.
Witch Tower and the others were trying with all their might to shatter the solidified gel and free the two warships, only to discover in despair that the gel was harder than steel and impossible to destroy with ordinary tools!
It made sense, after all. This substance was capable of trapping a World Beast, even for a short time; its toughness and strength were simply beyond that of any ordinary material.
Out on the sea, the towering wave drew closer and closer. It was a full thousand meters high, and beneath the water, the World Beast’s enormous yellow eyes could be seen, glinting with a greedy light.
More and more people discovered the secret of the solid gel and realized the Savior had no way of escaping. Their hearts sank to the depths.
But no one retreated. Instead, they faced forward with even greater resolve.
They had to preserve that final hope. If they truly had to die alongside the Savior, then so be it.
Their only wish was that the world would remember humanity’s existence in the future.
Ten kilometers... five kilometers... three kilometers... two kilometers...
The World Beast’s enormous body charged across the sea’s surface at high speed, getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, it was within a thousand meters. Only then did the crowd truly feel the beast’s immense size—it was like a great mountain charging through the sea!
The feeling of insignificance and helplessness was simply beyond description!
Eddy and Dormammu, with scornful smiles on their faces, shouted madly:
"It’s over! The emissary of the Whispering God will erase every trace that you mortals ever existed!"
"This world will receive its final purification! Only the Purifiers are eternal! Struggle! Wail! You insects!"
Witch Tower turned her head to look at Shen Feng standing on the bow. Her large eyes were already brimming with tears, but her heart was unexpectedly at peace.
’Is this how it ends?’
’To think, we found the returned Savior, but we still can’t save the world...’
’Fine... just let it all turn to smoke and scatter...’
’To die with the Savior is the greatest honor for a Minstrel...’
’The sky is so blue... the sea breeze feels so nice...’
The World Beast was now less than five hundred meters from the shore.
Just then, before everyone’s eyes, Shen Feng suddenly took a step forward and threw a punch in the direction of the lunging World Beast.
At the exact same moment, thousands of thick booster flames erupted from the nozzles on the back of the Super Giant War Armor, the Golden Mad King, which had stood motionless nearby. The machine, which hadn’t moved in centuries, instantly charged into the sea, its right fist thrusting forward like a spear!
War Stabbing Punch!
A violent power surged from the surface of the golden fist, striking the center of the watery hill and slamming into one of the World Beast’s giant eyes.
Impact. Pierced!
The violent waves continued to crash toward the shore. But then, an immense suction force erupted from several huge openings on the back of the Super Giant War Armor, the Golden Mad King. It sucked in a massive volume of seawater, dissipating wave after wave.
Immediately after, the seawater was broken down and restructured by the Fusion Reactor, then ejected as energy from dozens of giant cannon barrels on its head. Blazing flames and Energy Beams blasted onto the World Beast’s body!
Gouts of green blood and shredded flesh shot into the sky like fountains of gore.
Dissolving Lightning Cannon!