Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 71 The Alliance of Fathers' Worries

The deep-sea center, two thousand kilometers away from Atlantic City.

The angel of holy light hovered above the undulating sea surface, its body surging with dazzling golden light that seemed almost tangible. Beside him stood Robert, the "Iron Titan," fully armed with heavy armor still covered in seawater, who was controlling tens of thousands of miniature robots as they plunged into the deep sea and swam to various parts of the ocean.

"Is everything ready? It's best if no ships approach within three hours." The Holy Angel glanced down at the dark seawater at his feet.

"The setup is almost complete." Robert's mechanically synthesized voice came from beneath the heavy visor. "Should we follow the usual procedure? Monitor 200,000 square kilometers?"

"No, this time the scope will be expanded." The Holy Angel's voice was perfectly calm, without any inflection. "One million square kilometers. The rest remains the same."

"One million?!" Robert turned his head sharply, his voice rising several octaves.

The so-called "old rules" are the hardcore drills unique to this long-time duo. Many years ago, the Angel of Light took Robert to a secluded, uninhabited island and had him set up a comprehensive surveillance network around the island and the surrounding waters.

Once everything was ready, the Angel of Light instructed Robert to drop a nuclear bomb directly onto the island.

Just as the tactical nuclear bomb detonated, and the temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees was about to vaporize everything, a magnificent holy light descended. The golden energy barrier not only tightly enveloped the entire island, but also forcibly compressed and absorbed the destructive energy of the nuclear explosion.

When the surveillance footage was restored, Robert was shocked to find that even the weeds on the ground in the epicenter of the nuclear explosion were completely unharmed.

Since then, this has become an unspoken test of limits between the two. From the initial tens of square kilometers, it has soared to hundreds and thousands of square kilometers. Using this almost self-destructive extreme method, Sheng Guangtian constantly honed the limits of his energy coverage and the precision of his micro-management. Only after ensuring that every life within the coverage area could survive the nuclear explosion would he continue to increase the limits.

But now, he casually mentions a million square kilometers.

It's worth noting that even the largest state in the federal government, including its water areas, is only a little over two million square kilometers.

In other words, the Angel of Light is already confident that he can cover half the state with his holy light power?!

"Dude, are you kidding me?" Robert sighed, spreading his heavy robotic arm. "Where am I supposed to get you such a huge nuclear bomb? The most powerful strategic nuclear bomb right now has an absolute kill radius of less than 10,000 square kilometers. Even if you emptied my pockets, I couldn't conjure up a hundred nuclear bombs for you to set off fireworks."

"Don't be nervous," the Holy Angel chuckled. "You just need to focus on setting up the underwater surveillance network. Since the hardware isn't up to par, I've specifically hired an outside helper."

Before the words were even finished, a series of muffled thunderstorms suddenly erupted at the end of the once clear sky.

A blur of blue-purple lightning was hurtling towards the horizon at high speed. Wherever it passed, a violent hurricane cleaved the thick seawater in two, carving a clear white chasm into the surface.

Robert's helmet-mounted tactical camera instantly locked onto the target, the optical lens zooming in rapidly to project the face of the approaching person clearly onto his retina.

"Storm King?!" Robert's voice rose eight octaves in astonishment. "You fucking hired Storm King to replace the nuclear bomb for the test?!"

"That's right." The Holy Angel nodded slightly as he looked at the raging figure tearing through the sea. "He can single-handedly create a super storm covering millions of square kilometers. With him around, you can definitely save a lot of money on nuclear bombs."

Robert felt like the world had gone mad: "If I remember correctly, weren't you two always at odds in the association?"

"It's just a difference of opinion on certain political issues," the Holy Angel said calmly. "His family's tragedy made him somewhat extreme. But putting that aside, Storm King is still a qualified superhero."

In the world of superheroes, Storm King is notoriously hot-tempered. Ever since his wife and children were brutally murdered by his enemies, this man's behavior has swung to the other extreme. He has become the most fervent preacher of "superpower supremacy."

During the various closed-door seminars on the Superpowers Act, he repeatedly slammed his fist on the table and roared, demanding absolute privileges for the superpowered community.

He even proposed a chilling "isolation bill"—to legally prohibit marriage between superpowered individuals and ordinary humans in order to purify genes and increase the birth rate of superpowered offspring. In Storm King's logic, this was the ultimate form of human evolution; only when superpowered individuals remained on the planet would the racial bloodshed caused by genetic differences finally cease.

The Holy Angels naturally rejected this new form of Nazism disguised as evolutionism. Their political stances were diametrically opposed, but this animosity remained merely a verbal exchange at the conference table; neither truly broke off relations.

Robert never expected that the Angel of Light would stoop so low as to invite this political enemy to be his sparring partner just to test the limits of a skill.

But upon closer examination, this is indeed the only solution. Looking at the entire globe, apart from Storm King, no one else can cover an area of ​​millions of square kilometers with an attack.

Robert gazed at the approaching, streaking afterimage of lightning in the distance and remarked, "I really didn't expect him to accept your invitation. Is this tyrant of Atlantic City a bit easier to talk to than I thought?"

"No." The Holy Angel shook his head. "He came to me of his own accord this time. I just asked him for a favor."

"He contacted you first?" Robert asked, somewhat surprised. "What did he want?"

You'll find out soon enough.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Storm King descended, bringing thunder and cyclones. The raging hurricane gently swirled around him, steadily lifting him above the turbulent sea.

This overlord, well past fifty, wore a sky-blue battle suit. He had a thick beard, and his features were as rugged as granite. His brows were deeply etched with the air of a superior who had commanded from time to time and commanded with an air of authority that commanded respect without anger.

"Sorry, some trivial matters caused a delay," Storm King said. Although it was an apology in words, his tone was quite stiff, clearly indicating that he hadn't known what an apology was for many years.

The angel of holy light didn't seem to mind, and his tone remained gentle and polite: "Don't worry about it, it was me who troubled you to come all this way."

"Just a fair trade where everyone gets what they need—" Storm King frowned, hesitated briefly for half a second, and then went straight to the point, "What exactly is your relationship with that kid named Mercury Anderson?"

The angel of holy light met his gaze and calmly explained, "Mercury is a young man with exceptional talent."

His father is a longtime friend of mine, and I promised Al I would guide this boy to become a true superhero. So you can rest assured, I will be monitoring this operation around the clock to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Storm King nodded slightly with a cold expression, then said, "I'll keep an eye on things too."

The Angel of Light asked, "Can Atlantic City accommodate them?"

Storm King casually said, "It doesn't matter. I don't need to handle minor matters. Nothing serious is going to happen now."

Not long ago, he received a call from Rex.

Since that tragedy, the relationship between the father and son had become extremely strange. Years of silence had made them more estranged than strangers. Yet, on the phone, Rex surprisingly set aside all his pride and even pleaded with Storm King, hoping he could issue him a warrant for action.

Storm King immediately used his authority to investigate the matter thoroughly, and that's when he first noticed the name "Mercury." What truly horrified him was that this trainee hero from the slums was simultaneously favored by two figures at the pinnacle of power: the Angel of Light and the Mother of Life.

This outrageous favoritism once made Storm King conjure up an absurd and melodramatic scene in his mind—could this kid be the illegitimate child of the Holy Light Angel and the Mother of Life?

But reason quickly rejected this conjecture. Given the almost ascetic moral fastidiousness of the Holy Light Angel, if they really had a child, they would have announced it openly long ago, and wouldn't bother to hide it at all.

But no matter how absurd the truth may be, this was the first time Rex had ever asked him for something since he grew up.

Storm King remained silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, finally issuing the permission in an extremely indifferent and nonchalant tone. But the very next second after hanging up, he secretly switched to the Holy Angels' encrypted channel, demanding a thorough understanding of the true nature of this operation.

When he heard that this murky situation involved Eternal Life Technology, the ruler of Atlantic City couldn't sit still on the spot.

If Rex were merely sweeping through a few low-level gangs in the Root District, he wouldn't bother asking a single question. But Eternal Life Technology is different. This top-tier company secretly cultivates countless superhumans. Once a conflict erupts, the destructive power unleashed by those superhumans would be no less than a nuclear explosion.

He would never gamble with the last of his bloodline.

Therefore, he asked the Angel of Light for a guarantee—a guarantee of his son Rex's absolute safety in this storm. In return, the Storm King agreed to personally intervene and help this "god" complete this terrifying million-square-kilometer test.

After listening to their conversation, Robert laughed and said, "Luckily, I'm not married and I don't plan to have children."

Storm King glanced at Robert and sneered, "If I could do it all over again, I still wouldn't want children."

""

After saying this, without waiting for Robert's reaction, the ruler of Atlantic City clenched his right fist tightly.

boom-!

This simple action seemed to have directly triggered the switch for the world's destruction.

The once clear horizon was instantly swallowed up by thick, leaden black clouds. The boundless thunderstorm clouds spread across the sky at a visible speed, pressing the entire sea area down as if it were night.

Immediately afterwards, the violent air pressure tore through the air, and dozens of thick waterspouts formed out of thin air, like inverted dark gray pythons, stirring up countless huge whirlpools on the dark sea surface, each capable of swallowing a ten-thousand-ton ship.

The gale, accompanied by torrential rain and blinding lightning, made the Storm King's sky-blue battle suit flutter wildly.

He hovered in the eye of the apocalyptic storm, his gaze piercing through the rain, fixed on the angel of holy light shrouded in golden light before him. His voice echoed through the rumbling thunder: "Come. I also want to see for myself what it's like for you, this god of the mortal realm, to unleash your full power."