Why is his holy light red?

Mercury felt that he was too young and hadn't watched enough movies, and he never expected that the other party would play this trick so openly.

Mercury originally only wanted to cause trouble for the Beast Gang and didn't want to provoke Volcanic Rock, but Morgan's casual words shattered his plan.

On his very first day in prison, the old man's gaze was like a branding iron, relentlessly searing his nerves.

The threat of superpowers can never be viewed solely through basic classifications.

Just like Black Egg, it looks like a human-shaped router now, but if you master the ability to manipulate light and shadow, you can unleash millions of lumens at your fingertips in an instant, which can still blind people on the spot.

The development of the capabilities of volcanic rocks has clearly long since transcended the physical appearance of "rocks and lava".

Mercury always protects his body with holy light, both inside and out, but it's not usually noticeable.

But the old man pierced through the holy light's defenses with just a glance, causing his body temperature to rise uncontrollably.

No wonder he was once the second strongest in the world.

Morgan looked at everyone's expressions with satisfaction, knowing that the time was ripe.

He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Dismissed! Those who need to work, get back to work. As for those who want to take leave to take care of some 'personal matters'... bring me the application form later. I have something to do today and will not be in the area."

After saying that, Morgan turned around and walked out without looking back, and the other prison guards followed him without saying a word.

When the heavy metal door slammed shut at the end of the passage, the surrounding lights seemed to dim a little.

The horde of prisoners, like hyenas, quickly surrounded Mercury and the black egg in the center.

Black Egg broke out in a cold sweat, spreading his thick arms in front of him to shield himself, his voice trembling: "Brothers, calm down! Don't be impulsive! Don't fall into that son of a bitch Morgan's trap! Don't you all know what kind of person he is?"

Many people then realized that Black Egg's shattered face had actually been restored.

This is clearly a Mercury tactic.

A superhuman with healing abilities would be even better.

This means that we can go to extremes without worrying about killing anyone.

"Get out of my way, Black Egg! Or I'll tear your face off again!"

"His father sent me in here, and I'm definitely going to fuck this kid's ass raw today!"

"Stop fucking fighting! Line up! I don't mind being second in line!"

"Let him be welded to a hospital bed for the rest of his life!"

……

The foul language tormented Mercury's ears.

Mercury was about to shoo the black egg away when the giant black man stood firmly in front of him. Despite his massive body trembling as if he had Parkinson's, he did not budge.

"Gentlemen, please! I can show you movies, whatever you want to watch!"

No matter how cowardly this big black guy usually is, the fact that he didn't back down an inch at this moment made Mercury feel that his efforts last night were not in vain.

However, with this group of low-class scum in front of him, he didn't even feel like he was warming up.

Mercury reached out and grabbed Black Egg's shoulder, shoving him violently into a corner: "Stay out of the way, I'll handle this."

Then, ignoring the black egg's terrified eyes, dark red holy light enveloped Mercury's body.

The high-density energy instantly condensed into a flowing barrier, completely enveloping his entire body.

Mercury, his gaze sweeping over the restless thugs through the red light, spoke without a trace of emotion: "I know anything I say now is pointless. All of you at once, or one-on-one?"

Faced with Mercury's provocation, the group of prisoners did not hesitate at all, nor did they feel any guilt about ganging up on the weak; they attacked together.

The deformed, swollen limbs and fists covered in bone spurs transformed into countless afterimages, raining down on Mercury like a storm.

However, the crimson holy light remained completely still, like an absolutely rigid body.

The pure physical attack struck the red holy light, producing a dull thud. The recoil rebounded instantly, shattering the finger bones of several superpowered individuals, followed by several shrill screams.

Most of these low-level thugs were just stronger and thicker-skinned; in terms of fighting skills, they couldn't even compare to professional boxers. Mercury didn't even change his expression; he casually grabbed a burly man by the collar and slammed him into the crowd like a bowling ball, instantly knocking down five or six people.

Seeing that their hand-to-hand combat was proving ineffective, the prisoners on the periphery immediately changed their attack methods.

The dark blue high-voltage electric arc, the high-temperature fire pillar, and the invisible shockwave that distorted the air locked onto Mercury from all directions.

Various outward-released energies slammed into Mercury's defensive layer, instantly triggering a violent chain reaction of explosions. Blinding light and intense heat engulfed the area.

At the very second of the explosion, the piercing highest-level alarm ripped through the prison's air raid siren.

Without any warning, an extremely terrifying gravitational field appeared out of nowhere, enveloping everyone.

"Bang! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The prisoners, who were frantically firing off one second ago, were suddenly pressed down from above as if by an invisible hydraulic press, and slammed one after another onto the rough cement ground.

Under the immense pressure of gravity, even their muffled groans were forcefully suppressed back into their lungs, their limbs were uncontrollably pressed against the ground, and they couldn't even lift a single finger.

Black Olive's ability to harbor so many superpowered monsters is definitely not due to a few guards with batons.

The entire underground structure of the building is filled with high-powered gravity generation systems. No matter what form the prisoners' superpowers are, whether it's fire, electricity, or anything else, they can only be firmly pressed to the ground under the influence of gravity. In fact, by slightly increasing the value, their internal organs can be easily crushed.

This is why the warden of Black Olive Center is "Lady Force"—the entire Black Olive Center is a superpower amplifier tailor-made for her superpowers.

Under this terrifying pressure, enough to crush the bones of an ordinary person, only three figures remained standing firmly among the prisoners lying prostrate on the ground.

Besides Mercury, the other two also withstood the force of gravity.

One of them was the target Mercury had originally planned to "make contact" with today—a jaguar from the Beast Gang.

However, the jaguar appeared to be in particularly difficult condition at this moment.

To counteract this enhanced gravity, his body had been forced into a half-orc form, with rough hair bulging from under his skin, and veins on his neck and forehead bulging like twisted cables, his muscles trembling slightly under the high pressure.

Mercury is in a better situation, but he still needs to draw upon the power of the Holy Light to resist.

The remaining one is naturally volcanic rock.

The old man neither hardened his skin into granite nor showed any sign of magma flowing from his body. He stood there in the most ordinary posture, his breathing rhythm not disturbed in the slightest. The gravity field that had immobilized hundreds of superhumans seemed to have no effect on him.

Seeing Mercury's tense expression, filled with vigilance and apprehension, Volcanic Rock raised his head and said to the ceiling, "Eileen, let me handle this."

With a simple sentence, the abnormal gravity disappeared, and the prisoners who had fallen to the ground were gasping for breath, as if they had almost squeezed their lungs out.

The fact that the volcanic rock made the warden give up on punishment so easily shows that the old man's status in Black Olive is exceptionally high.

Mercury was cautiously watching the old man. If his opponent was him, he would have to go all out to have any chance of survival.

However, the volcanic rock showed no intention of making a move. Instead, it said to Mercury, "Young man, do you want to tear this place down?"

Mercury cautiously replied, "I wouldn't mind if it were necessary."

"There's no need to be so impulsive. Come and play a game of chess with me." The old man paused, then said calmly, "If you win, my men won't bother you."

Playing chess?

Mercury didn't quite understand the meaning of volcanic rock.

But Volcanic Rock clearly had no intention of waiting for his consent. The old man walked straight to the side of the hall, where there were several sets of metal tables and chairs welded directly into the concrete floor.

He went to one of the tables and sat down calmly.

Volcanic Stone placed his palm on the table, his index finger and thumb casually pinching the metal edge.

There were no flames, nor any excess heat escaping. But the instant his two withered fingers touched the tabletop, the alloy steel plate suddenly glowed with a blinding, intense orange light, and a small piece of metal melted directly into soft, flowing molten iron.

He rubbed the lump of liquid metal, which was over 2,000 degrees Celsius, between his fingers as if he were playing with a small piece of ordinary clay.

In less than two seconds, when he released his fingers again, a chess piece, still radiating an astonishingly high temperature and dark red in color, was placed on the table.

Volcanic Rock said to Mercury once again, "Come on, young man, you need to prepare your own pieces."