Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 404 In the Name of King Arthur! I will make you pay for this!
With the announcement by the Shanghai Tian Shu Bureau that Duanmu Yan had joined the force, and their subsequent official announcement that Duanmu Yan had obtained the "Thunder Yatalis Armor" and reached the sixth rank in strength, not only the Great Xia, but also all the countries of Blue Star were ignited by this news.

If Duanmu Yan were merely a third- or fourth-tier armored summoner like Ying Ba, no matter how righteous he was turning evil, or how steadfast his stance as a human being, they wouldn't care.

However, Duanmu Yan, while being the summoner of the Nawa and Tuonado armors, also possesses the ultimate armor "Thunder Yatalis," reaching the sixth rank in strength.

With such strength, they couldn't help but care.

It should be noted that the strongest known combat force among humans is only at the sixth rank.

Whether it's dimensional beings or native human powerhouses on Earth, the strongest known beings are only at the sixth rank; there isn't a single seventh-rank individual.

Therefore, the appearance of a sixth-tier expert always causes a great stir.

In this context, Duanmu Yan's identity as a human, her absolute stance, and her "righteous yet wicked" personality become particularly important.

Countries around the world are green with envy.

They couldn't help but ask, why are the dimensional beings of Great Xia descending one after another, and why are they all such righteous characters with firm stances and powerful strength?

First, there were the sacred wings originating from the world of "Super Soldier" that helped the technological development of Great Xia. Now, there is a sixth-tier armored warrior who stands on the side of humanity. How could they not be envious?
After the spiritual energy revival, the Great Xia Dynasty was already the strongest in the world, and now it is still continuously improving.

If they didn't know that the arrival of "dimensional life" was random, they would have suspected that Great Xia had discovered some kind of pattern to the arrival of "dimensional life" and could select "dimensional life" that was beneficial to them to descend upon their side.

Otherwise, why would the "dimensional beings" that descend upon them always be on their side?

They do have some doubts now, but judging from their own experience, they think that if the Great Xia really had such methods, then it's impossible that they haven't had many "dimensional beings" descending here so far.

Not to mention sending down a few who stand against humanity, we'll try to wipe them all out; we won't let them have an easy time anyway.

Therefore, they believed that the Great Xia did not possess such technology.

Then it can only be a matter of luck.

In the past, they did not want "dimensional beings" to descend upon their country, because they feared that the "dimensional beings" that descended would be on the opposite side of humanity, or the kind with great ambitions who would compete with them for power.

But now, seeing the rapid increase in the national strength of the Great Xia Dynasty as a result, they are somewhat envious.

They couldn't help but fantasize about how wonderful it would be if their own country could also have superheroes like Superman and Tony Stark who stood firmly on the side of humanity.

However, compared to the vast majority of countries that fantasize about dimensional beings descending upon their nations in the future, a small number of countries do not have such expectations.

The reason is simple: dimensional beings have descended upon their country, and they are the very powerful beings they once fantasized about.

The problem is, these arrivals are not benevolent.

In the British Empire, on the streets of a city, blood splattered everywhere like blooming spider lilies.

A handsome man dressed in a pure white suit was walking slowly down the street. His movements were incredibly light, but each step brought up a shower of blood.

"The strong in this world are people who care about humanity just like Kuuga. That's wonderful."

He murmured his praise, a childlike smile blooming on his face, completely oblivious to the humans he had killed; with a gentle flick of his long fingers, an invisible force tore the oncoming beast-like ability user in two.

A man roared and charged forward, his fist slamming into the man in white with a whooshing sound.

The man simply smiled and glanced at the other person, whose body exploded instantly as if crushed by an invisible force.

"Elemental Storm!"

Around him, many other superhumans attacked simultaneously, their flames, frost, and lightning weaving into a destructive torrent of energy. The man in white simply opened his arms, as if embracing this "gift."

All the energy burst forth with intense light the moment it touched his body, but it did not cause him any harm. Instead, it made the white light around him even more dazzling.

"Wait!"

"When King Arthur arrives, you devil will surely be punished!"

A dying superhuman roared, but upon hearing this, the white-clad man's smile grew even brighter.

This is exactly what I wanted to hear.

Amidst the ongoing massacre, the city's garrison's heavy armored forces finally arrived.

Dozens of tanks lined up in battle formation, their cannons spitting fire simultaneously, and a barrage of shells rained down on the man in white.

Armed helicopters hovered at low altitude, their cannons spitting fire, and shells streaking towards them.

Faced with this devastating barrage, the man in white simply raised his right hand and revealed an innocent smile. All the incoming shells and rockets suddenly stopped ten meters away from him, as if they had hit an invisible wall.

"This kind of thing is useless to me."

He chuckled and flicked his finger.

In an instant, the shells suspended in mid-air suddenly changed direction and returned along the same path at an even faster speed. The tank armor was torn apart like paper under the bombardment of its own shells, and bursts of fire shot into the sky one after another. The armed helicopters tried to evade, but the rockets seemed to have eyes and pursued them relentlessly, eventually turning into fireballs in the air.

The deafening explosion turned the entire street into a living hell in an instant.

The wreckage of tanks was engulfed in flames, and debris from helicopters rained down. The screams of the warriors were drowned out by even louder explosions, and flesh and metal fragments mingled together, flying everywhere in the flames.

The man in white strolled through the sea of ​​fire, his innocent smile unchanged. He gently stepped over a charred corpse, his gaze sweeping over the trembling humans in the surrounding buildings.

"Why...why hasn't the powerful arrived yet?"

"Isn't enough person already dead?"

He tilted his head, a troubled expression on his face, as if pondering a somewhat perplexing question. His voice was soft and pleasant, yet it sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard it.

"With such a large human population, the deaths of so few are indeed unlikely to attract the attention of the world's powerful beings."

"So, we need more."

He clapped his hands and chuckled as if suddenly realizing something, then slowly raised his hands, causing the glass of the surrounding buildings to shatter at the same time.

An invisible force began to compress the entire street, and the reinforced concrete buildings twisted and deformed like toys being kneaded by a giant hand.

The humans hiding within let out desperate cries, but they could do nothing to stop death from descending.

The figure of the man in white moved through the city, turning everything in his path into a sea of ​​fire. He gently raised his finger, and invisible flames emerged from the void, spreading as if they were alive.

Car bodies on the street melted instantly under the intense heat, and the loud bangs of exploding tires echoed continuously.

The gasoline tank was ignited, triggering a secondary explosion that sent shattered parts flying everywhere with sparks.

The glass curtain wall shattered into countless fragments under the high temperature, and the reinforced concrete structure softened and collapsed at a visible speed; office buildings, shopping malls, and residential buildings were all twisted and deformed in the flames, eventually turning into charred ruins.

The fleeing crowd was caught up by an invisible flame and instantly turned into charred remains.

Some people tried to extinguish the fire with water-based supernatural abilities, but the water jets evaporated into white mist the moment they touched the flames.

A beast-like superhuman roared and charged toward the man in white, but before it could get close, it spontaneously combusted and burned to its skeleton within seconds.

The flames spread like a living plague, devouring everything in sight.

The entire city was ablaze, black smoke blotted out the sky, and the stench of burning filled the air; the man in white strolled through the hellish scene, his innocent smile unchanged, as if admiring the work of art he had created.

"This should be eye-catching enough, right?"

He murmured to himself, hoping that the powerful figure known as "King Arthur," whom all the dead men claimed could kill him, would soon appear.

Perhaps the "gods" heard his "prayer," or perhaps the time he spent destroying the city was long enough.

In his expectant gaze, a golden light suddenly tore through the sky shrouded in black smoke.

Artoria Pendragon descended upon this scorched earth.

She was clad in silver-blue armor, her golden hair gleaming in the firelight, but her emerald eyes were filled with shock and grief.

She stared in disbelief at the city ruins engulfed in flames.

Although she rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the distress call, and although she spared no effort to consume her magic to speed up, she was still a step too late.

The still-burning wreckage in the ruins, the pervasive smell of blood and acrid smoke in the air, all tell the story of the tragedy that had just occurred here.

All the shock instantly turned into a raging fire.

Her gaze was fixed on the conspicuous white figure in the flames, and her strong intuition instantly identified the culprit.

There were no questions, no hesitation.

The Sword of Excalibur appeared instantly in her hand, its dazzling golden light dispelling the surrounding darkness. Artoria charged forward at an incredible speed, her magical power surging like a tsunami, the invisible swords aimed directly at the white-robed man's heart.

In the name of King Arthur!

"I will make you pay for this!"

Her voice trembled with anger, yet it contained an undeniable regal authority.

The sword light hurtled toward the man in white at a speed beyond visual perception.

The immense magical power, enough to repel the flames, swirled around the sword and slammed solidly into his chest, producing a deafening roar.

In an instant, the white-clad man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through the ruins of several buildings that had not yet completely collapsed.

(End of this chapter)