Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 78 It's time to use superpowers!

As the tent's phantom image enveloped Mercury and Rex, high-definition, covert cameras inside a stealth aircraft thousands of meters in the air were already projecting everything happening on Elm Street onto the main control screen.

Looking at the "death tent" enveloping the two of them on the screen, Storm King's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, and his intense emotions caused the raging thunder power within him to go out of control on the spot.

A piercing electrical hum erupted, and the spaceship's lights, intensely stimulated, began to flicker wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Calm down, Storm King!" Robert, the "Iron Titan," warned in a deep voice, standing to the side. "My airship can't withstand your thunderstorms."

At this very moment, the atmosphere inside the small, stealthy spaceship hovering in the stratosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Storm King, Angel of Light, Iron Titan, and the elegantly seated Mother of Life. Four of the world's top ten superheroes are represented here—perhaps the most powerful combination in the world.

"Don't rush," the Holy Angel said calmly, his golden eyes fixed on the monitor. "This is a valuable experience for the two little ones. If things get out of control, I will intervene. I guarantee they won't get hurt."

Given the distance between the spaceship and the ground, the Holy Light Angels could intervene in an instant. The Storm King's mind flashed back to the terrifying "shield experiment" that had covered millions of square kilometers a few days ago. He had no doubt that this "god among men" possessed such micromanagement abilities, but what if...?

This was his own son, his only child, and Storm King couldn't calm down at all.

"There's really no need to be so tense." The Mother of Life slowly sipped her red tea. "Even if they are brain dead, as long as their bodies can be pieced together, I can pull them back from hell."

Storm King's eyes twitched violently, and he turned to stare at the elegant old lady.

Is this even human language?! If it weren't for the other person's age, given his volatile temper as the ruler of Atlantic City, he probably would have overturned the control panel by now.

However, reason told Storm King that both of them were right.

To be fair, on this earth, if even the Holy Angels and the Mother of Life working together can't save someone, then even pleading with God won't help. However, being rational is one thing, but watching helplessly as one's son is in danger is quite another.

"There's a limit to training!" Storm King suppressed his voice, pointing at the tent phantom on the screen. "Black Moon Circus! Even you, Robert, couldn't handle these lunatics! How are those two rookies supposed to crack this pure rule-based ability?! Are you really going to watch them be driven to a mental breakdown? That will leave irreversible psychological trauma!"

As a tyrant who emerged from a blood-soaked, carnage-ridden era, the Storm King had witnessed far too much humanity crumble in the face of desperation. Extreme fear and despair, like sulfuric acid, corrode reason and amplify the evil and ugliness buried deep within the heart.

He didn't want to see Rex and Mercury fight each other in the cage, ultimately leaving them with lifelong psychological trauma.

If he could, he would rather Rex be a rich second-generation heir who lives a life of leisure and squanders his time peacefully than have him undergo such a cruel trial.

However, the other three people in the cabin ignored his roar.

Storm King was taken aback. He suddenly realized that the reason these three were so calm was not because they trusted Rex.

They had complete faith in that kid named Mercury.

On Elm Street, the cold light of the streetlights was distorted by the hazy shadow of the semi-transparent tent.

Mercury maintained a mechanical rhythm, his dark red fists slamming into the light screen one after another. It seemed like a desperate struggle by a cornered beast, yet his expression remained unusually calm.

Outside the tent, shrill mockery emanated from behind the clown mask.

That invisible cage is shrinking inward at a visible rate, from an initial diameter of over ten meters to less than five meters now. If this continues, everyone inside will be crushed into mincemeat.

Rex stared intently at the extremely arrogant clown outside the light screen and gave him a sharp middle finger.

However, the clown laughed indifferently, not even blinking at the provocation of such a weakling.

Seeing their living space shrinking, Mercury stopped throwing punches, grabbed Rex and pulled him into a corner, lowering his voice to say, "This thing is completely impervious to force; you can't break it with brute force. There must be some special mechanism. Do you have any clues?"

Rex scratched his head in frustration, looking completely bewildered. "How am I supposed to know? I've never even heard of this kind of ability."

"But have you noticed that we're not lacking oxygen?" Mercury stared at the light screen so close to his face. "I just tried it myself, and breathing was smooth; the air wasn't blocked. That means only tiny particles like gases can penetrate this barrier."

Rex's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again: "What's the use? Neither of us can magically transform into a ball of air!"

"Don't rush." ​​Mercury's gaze passed over Rex's shoulder and locked onto the Joker outside. "Look closely. Since just now, one of his hands has been pressed against the outer wall of the tent's projection. I bet this ability requires him to maintain physical contact. If we can find a way to get his hand off the light screen, this cage might just collapse on its own."

"Easy for you to say, we can't even touch the outside—" Rex's words trailed off. They had tried everything to break through this illusion, so how could they possibly influence the Joker outside?

"No, we have a chance." Mercury leaned close to Rex's ear and whispered a few words very quickly.

After a moment of silence.

Rex shoved Mercury away violently. His chest heaved with extreme rage, and tiny blue arcs of electricity crackled wildly at his fingertips.

He pointed at Mercury and roared in a voice cracking, "What do you mean by 'let me fake my death'?! What do you mean by 'kill me first, then bring me back'? Are you fucking insane?!"

Mercury patted his rumpled collar, his face showing undisguised disdain and coldness: "Wasn't I clear enough? Once we're out, I'll ask the Mother of Life to save you. With her level of skill, as long as your brain isn't shattered, she can piece you back together. Otherwise, what? Make me suffocate in this lousy tent with you?"

He took a step closer, looking down at Rex: "Face reality, Rex. Even if I stand here and don't fight back, and you kill me to open the door, could your static electricity even scratch a hair on my head?"

This blatant humiliation was like a rusty knife, piercing Rex's pride. The veins on his neck bulged, and he roared hysterically again, "Mercury, I never knew you were such a despicable bastard! You dragged me into this! You insisted on taking this stupid case! Now that we're about to die, you're trying to use me as a scapegoat?!"

"Who told you to be weak? That's reality." Mercury stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes full of contempt. "Even if I were to take pity on you and let you kill me, and the tent is dismantled, what good would it do if you escaped? Could you beat that clown outside? Who couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes just now?!"

He sneered, his tone as cold and sharp as poisoned ice: "You're not even capable of avenging me by collecting my corpse. Rather than both of you dying, you might as well just die obediently. If I live, at least I can avenge you!"

"Shameless! Scum!" Rex roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, like a raging beast. "I must have been blind to think you were a friend! You're not a hero at all, you're just a cold-blooded killing machine!"

Outside the tent, the clown burst into unrestrained, maniacal laughter, his shoulders shaking violently.

"Hahaha! I love this kind of drama where people turn against each other." He mocked wildly through the light screen, "In the face of life and death, what is friendship, what is justice? They're all lies, just masks to cover up your true feelings! Come on, let me see how you tear each other to shreds! You, the one glowing red, stop dawdling and just rip his heart out!"

Inside the light screen, Mercury's face was grim, as if he had finally made some kind of decision.

Dark red holy light erupted from his body like a burst dam. This time, the light was more dazzling than ever before, and the viscous, tangible red light instantly engulfed half of the tent, forcibly swallowing Rex entirely within it.

Meanwhile, inside the stealth spaceship ten thousand meters above the ground.

"What the hell are you waiting for?!" Storm King stared intently at the screen, his eyes instantly bloodshot, letting out a deafening roar. "Do you expect me to just stand by and watch my son die at the hands of those scoundrels?! I will never allow it!"

A violent blue lightning bolt exploded out of control on his body, and blinding high-voltage arcs licked the metal bulkheads, causing the entire spaceship to shake and tremble violently.

A piercing alarm blared throughout the cabin, just as the Iron Titan had warned: the armor of this tactical reconnaissance ship was simply no match for the Storm King's thunderous wrath.

But just as the spaceship was about to give way, a golden holy light descended.

The golden light precisely enveloped the Storm King, sealing him and the thunderstorms inside.

Storm King's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, as he desperately tried to break free of the lightning and hurricane within him, attempting to shatter the barrier. However, the golden light was like the phantom tent that held his son captive on Elm Street, as solid as if unaffected by physical forces.

No matter how fiercely the internal thunderstorms raged, the light screen didn't even ripple.

Unable to break free, the absolute ruler of Atlantic City descended into utter madness and despair. He stared intently in a certain direction within the cabin, letting out a savage, beast-like roar: "Holy Angel! Untie me! If Rex loses a single hair today, I swear, I'll drag the entire world down with him!"

The angel of holy light quickly reassured them, "Don't be impulsive. Look closely, they're putting on an act. Those two kids have already come up with a plan."

"acting?"

Storm King clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He couldn't see any flaws at all; all he could see was the desperate scene of his son being cornered and humiliated. He wished he could tear open the hatch right now, rush down, and pull Rex out of that damned tent.

Robert didn't waste any words and tapped a few times on the control panel. The main screen immediately captured the scene of Mercury and Rex whispering and forcibly enlarged it, with AI-generated subtitles of the dialogue appearing simultaneously at the bottom of the screen after noise reduction.

Storm King suddenly leaned closer to the screen, but before he could even see the first two words, the situation on Elm Street below suddenly changed.

Inside the light screen, Mercury suddenly sprang up, grabbed the "helpless" Rex, and slammed him against the outer wall like a sandbag.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed. Rex's back slammed hard against the translucent projection wall, separated from the clown outside who had one hand pressed against the light screen by only a thin, illusory energy barrier.

The Joker didn't take this distance to heart.

The deathmatch tent's defenses were absolute; it was impossible to break through from the inside. He even exaggeratedly brought his face closer, almost touching the light screen, wanting to get the best view and clearly enjoy the bloody massacre that was about to unfold.

However, just as he was wide-eyed and waiting to see a good show, a cluster of ear-piercing blue-purple arcs of electricity suddenly exploded from Rex's body.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely high-frequency sound wave, which could not be defined by human hearing, exploded with a bang centered on Rex's body.

In an instant, the clown froze on the spot. He felt as if a high-frequency vibrating steel needle had pierced deep into his brain, and the violent shockwave had shattered his eardrums.

Two streams of glaring dark red blood mixed with whitish tissue fluid gushed uncontrollably from the seam at the bottom of the mask.

This is a very simple principle: since the clown can mock them at will through the light barrier and clearly hear their conversation, it proves that this invisible cage does not block sound waves.

Even more coincidentally, when Mercury consulted the Mother of Life before, she told Mercury that the biochemical creations of immortality technology have physiological defects that make them afraid of cold and high-frequency sound waves.

Mercury had made ample preparations for this tough battle; the device capable of unleashing terrifying audio attacks was hidden on Rex's person.

This was something Rex bought from the Association's equipment department at a high price; it was a disposable item, and the price was high enough to bankrupt Mercury.

No one expected that this trump card, originally intended to deal with Hannibal, would become the sharpest weapon for the two to turn the tide of the battle.

Such a terrifying infrasound attack, at such close range, is enough to turn a person's brain into mush. If Rex and Mercury hadn't been wearing protective headphones, they wouldn't have dared to use this indiscriminate weapon of mass destruction at such close range.

Mercury and Rex watched the clown, who was constantly oozing blood and slime, with bated breath, hoping he would collapse soon.

However, he managed to straighten himself up with difficulty.

"Hahaha—hahaha—" The Joker laughed maniacally again. "Impressive! I never thought I'd be fooled by you two. Your acting was superb. Too bad, this isn't my body. I can get hurt, but I won't feel pain—hahaha!"

The clown's hand never left the light screen, and the deathmatch tent continued to shrink at the same rate.

Mercury frowned. This thing that isn't human is really hard to kill.

Rex was filled with despair. He couldn't believe that even this couldn't kill him. What on earth was this thing?!

Mercury sighed, took out the medicine box given to him by the Mother of Life, poured out a pill and put it in his mouth, then handed the phone to Rex and said to him, "If anything happens to me later, turn the ringtone to the maximum and keep it on repeat."

Rex, puzzled, asked, "What are you going to do?"

Mercury did not answer; instead, a golden holy light shone from his palm.

His superior intelligence told him that it was time to use his unparalleled super power!

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