Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 108 Heroes of the East

One hundred and fifty nautical miles off the coast of Atlantic City, in international waters.

At this point, there was no longer a boundary between sky and sea; as far as the eye could see, all that remained was water vapor torn to shreds by the raging wind. Fifty-meter-high waves, like an endless wall, roared with a chilling sound as they relentlessly crushed towards the continental shelf.

At the heart of the raging thunderclouds, Storm King gasped for breath. He slammed his withered hands down, and hundreds of tornadoes crashed down, like a giant meat grinder, tearing and shredding the newly risen tsunami peak.

The salty, pungent rain lashed his face. But Storm King knew very well that this was merely a temporary fix.

The tidal collapse caused by the moon's uncontrolled gravity was like a bathtub that had been completely overturned. And he was, at best, just a hand trying to hold back the splash. He could single-handedly create a huge whirlpool on the surface of the sea, and even tear apart the waves in front of him, but he couldn't suppress the waves of the entire ocean with one hand.

Several hours have passed since he learned of the disaster, and this veteran hero hasn't rested for a single second, tirelessly rushing along the long coastline like a firefighter putting out fires everywhere. Atlantic City has been saved, but Florida to the south is probably already submerged. All he can do is rush to where the alarms are loudest, risking his life there.

In fact, it's not just him; all the registered superheroes in the world are already working overtime right now.

Countless natural disasters have struck, and no one can remain unaffected.

Storm King wearily wiped the rain off his face, preparing to rest for a moment, when he suddenly heard a piercing alarm.

Storm King took out a small communicator, on which a red alert was beeping.

The image above shows an extremely terrifying tsunami forming 400 kilometers away.

According to satellite images, Storm King seemed to see a continuous, rising black wall.

One hundred meters? Two hundred meters? The terrifying tsunami, whose location could not be confirmed, seemed to have uprooted the entire crust of the ocean.

The forming mega-tsunami, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, was accumulating a world-destroying power capable of instantly wiping out the entire east coast.

He took a deep breath and re-encircled the raging lightning around his weary body.

Flying deeper into the ocean, Storm King was almost exhausting its life force and was prepared to perish at sea.

However, when he actually broke through the outer storm circle, preparing to meet the earth-shattering wall of water, the anticipated cataclysmic tsunami did not materialize.

The wind was still howling, but the sea ahead—had changed.

Storm King abruptly stopped, his bloodshot eyes widening instantly, and he even forgot to breathe.

What appeared before him was not a raging ocean, but a seemingly endless expanse of icebergs and forests!

In a storm powerful enough to engulf everything, dozens of giant icebergs, comparable in size to skyscrapers, stood like steel-cast mountains, firmly anchored to the deep sea, shattering the once turbulent surface into fragments.

"Where did the iceberg come from?"

Storm King was utterly shocked. Was this a piece of ice sheet dug out from the North and South Poles and placed directly in the middle of the ocean?

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a series of whistling sounds.

Dozens of shells flew in from who knows how many kilometers away, crashing into the sea and sending up huge columns of water shooting straight into the sky.

The instant these water columns rose, a terrifying burst of cold air erupted from the depths of the ocean, freezing them in place.

The impact points of these shells seem to have been precisely calculated, freezing into a single, massive iceberg.

Storm King flew in the direction from which the cannonballs came and soon spotted a massive ocean fleet flying the flag of a great Eastern power.

This fleet is firing shells that can freeze the sea instantly, freezing large areas of the ocean and encasing those terrifying tsunamis.

Not only that, Storm King also saw a figure wearing metal armor flying across the sea.

His hands emitted a large amount of cold air, and the seawater they touched immediately froze into a thick layer of ice.

"What amazing superpowers!"

Storm King had never heard of such a hero with ice-type superpowers, at least not within the Hero Association.

Just as I was wondering why this superhero would freeze the sea here, I heard a series of whooshing sounds from electromagnetic catapults. Hundreds of black heavy metal propulsion modules, each weighing hundreds of tons, were launched into the air and accurately crashed onto the newly formed ice layer.

The heavy mechanical claws extended and clamped firmly into the solid ice. Then, in a dazzling transformation, they turned into countless jet propulsion units.

Amidst the grating sound of metal scraping against teeth, a heavily armored ice and snow fortress stretching for dozens of nautical miles was thus painstakingly assembled amidst the raging waves!

"Full array, ignition!"

A cold, flat shout came through the fleet's communication frequency.

Hundreds and thousands of thrusters erupted simultaneously, their azure tail flames illuminating countless points of light amidst the raging storm.

"Boom—!!!"

The newly formed ice layer began to advance in an orderly fashion, rushing towards the newly formed iceberg jungle.

There are many huge crevices in the iceberg jungle. From the sky, they look like small cracks, but they are actually hundreds of meters wide, and the waves that surge out from them are still incredibly large.

These movable ice sheets are used to plug these gaps and, incidentally, to freeze the icebergs together to form a complete ice cap.

It's like putting a lid on a churning sea.

The devastating power of nature was finally defeated in the face of this "national-level dimensional reduction attack" that combined superpowers with the ultimate combination of heavy industrial technology.

The Storm King was deeply shocked by what he saw.

The difference between one person fighting fires everywhere and the entire nation's resources being mobilized is astonishing.

He shook his head with a wry smile, wiped the ice water off his face, and wearily pulled out a specially made tactical communicator to make a video call to the Holy Angels.

The screen flickered, indicating that the encrypted video channel of the Holy Angels had been connected.

"Have you reached an agreement over there?" Storm King's voice was a little hoarse. "I'm not as good as you young people; I'm afraid I can't hold out for much longer."

There was no familiar noise from the federal conference room on the other side of the screen.

The backdrop for the Holy Angel is a giant aerospace base filled with a cold, hard industrial style.

Under the blinding searchlights, thousands of heavy engineering drones swarmed and took off and landed in the air, carrying out the final module assembly of a heavy launch vehicle that resembled a hill.

"Extremely smoothly." The Angel of Light looked at the camera, deeply moved. "Not a single politician tried to probe my thoughts with irrelevant topics, or threw mud at each other at the conference table like federal congressmen. A plan was finalized in ten minutes, and then the entire national machinery was up and running. It seems they had several contingency plans for the end of the world."

"I didn't expect that they could organize such a large number of people and resources in such a short time."

Storm King looked at the fleet that was still creating icebergs and ice caps, and nodded, saying, "I didn't expect that either. They're really impressive. But now's not the time to talk about that. Tell me, when will the moon be able to go back up?"

"An hour from now, Robert, the core technical team from the East, and I will take off in this modified spacecraft," the Angel of Light said calmly and coldly. "But it will take at least four hours to reach the lunar surface."

Storm King's white eyebrows furrowed tightly. He mentally reviewed the deadly thirteen-hour doomsday countdown.

"Subtracting the previous consumption—that means you only have less than two hours left to operate after you set foot on the moon?!"

"There's no other way." The Angel of Light looked up at the steel behemoth that was operating frantically behind him. "Flying there myself is indeed faster than a rocket, but I can't go empty-handed. To push the moon back into orbit, we have to rely on the large machinery on board here. This is already the fastest route, completely disregarding the consequences; they're even prepared to sacrifice themselves."

All that could be heard on the communication channel was the roar of thunderstorms over the Atlantic Ocean.

Two seconds later, the angel of holy light delivered the final verdict through the screen: "Moreover, even if we arrive on time, the success rate of this operation is no more than 30%. Therefore, regardless of when we depart, please prepare for the end of the world."

Pomegranate Tree City, Tree Root District.

The rain was pouring down, making it almost impossible to see the road ahead. *Bang!*

Mercury loaded the last box of medicine onto the truck, then wiped the rain off his face.

Mercury's legs were already wading into the murky puddles in the street. The torrential rain outside was like a downpour from the sky, and the black sewage had already reached above his calves, with all sorts of disgusting garbage floating on the surface.

This damn weather! It started raining inexplicably, and the roadside drains must have been clogged for years. In just a short time, half the street was already flooded.

Or perhaps the water level of the heavily polluted river in Yaliu Tree City has already begun to rise.

Old George, carrying a first-aid kit and protecting his still-shaken granddaughter, followed Mercury out. The injured boy had also received Mercury's holy light healing and his life was temporarily saved.

The commotion in the clinic was quite significant, and the dark red holy light emanating from Mercury was extremely conspicuous in the downpour. The civilians who had been hiding in the leaky shacks waiting to die started to move towards the clinic one after another, like drowning rats seeing driftwood.

Soon, a large group of forty or fifty people gathered.

The group of people were all soaking in cold water, staring at Mercury with numb yet pleading eyes.

"Old George, gather all the residents around here and find somewhere to shelter from the rain. Don't let them wander off." Mercury wiped the rain from his face and turned to Vincent. "I'll find a place that can accommodate these people. You keep an eye on them. What if another gang comes looking for trouble, or anyone tries to take advantage of the situation—"

Mercury paused, his tone flat and even: "Just burn it to ashes. No need to report to me."

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Vincent looked at the group of trembling civilians around him, swallowed hard, and nodded emphatically.

This was the first time someone had given him a mission, a mission befitting his status as a hero.

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