A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 332 Greed for Power and Hate for the Visitors, Separating Two Worlds to Unleash a Bloodbath

The weather is great today; the sky is a clear blue with not a cloud in sight.

The bright sunshine made all the buildings on the ground look bright, warm, and harmonious.

And it's quiet.

The wasteland continent is in turmoil, giving it a sparsely populated feel. The buildings are spacious and open, with large gaps between the high-rises. You can still see many traces of ruins if you just walk around the city.

It inevitably makes people feel a sense of desolation and loneliness, like the vast sky and distant winds, during their occasional moments of leisure.

Especially recently, all the city's residents have been relocated, and even An Ling and Hei Cuodao's true forms are no longer in the city.

The entire city appeared even more rugged and desolate.

When Chu Xinggu stepped into this city, he fell in love with it almost at first sight.

Of course, this wasn't the first time he had learned of the city's existence. He had even observed all aspects of the city through various drawings, documents, and videos, and understood the relationship between the city's management and the coalition government.

But at that time he didn't care much about the city, nor did he come there in person, and he didn't know that the atmosphere of the city before the great battle would fit his aesthetic so well.

Wow, so beautiful, it's really wonderful.

He had already decided that if this city were destroyed in the battle today, it would be rebuilt on the original site as one of his "secluded residences".

The city's layout cannot be changed; it must remain as magnificent as possible, and the ruins must remain the same. If there isn't enough suitable waste material, then of course the newly created things will be destroyed into a dilapidated state.

As long as Guan Luoyang is killed first, the loss of resources is not a concern for him. Cheap labor provides a more comfortable working environment for those at the top of the pyramid.

Moreover, as long as the situation in the wasteland continues, more and more evil uses will be developed for the application of technology, and people will become increasingly cheap. Those who originally controlled resources will naturally become even more wealthy.

Chu Xinggu was very pleased with this prediction.

Some people once thought he was willful, reckless, and extravagant, and cited some examples.

For example, it was pointed out that Chu Xinggu had acquired no fewer than 1,900 properties over the past half-century. Some of these properties were gifts from others who wanted to curry favor with him, but many others were simply properties he had taken a liking to when he happened to pass by, and thus claimed as his own territory, not allowing anyone else to touch them.

Real estate in the wasteland is not actually valuable. At least for most people in the wasteland, they don't care much about houses that are fixed in one place. There are many other places where they can find similar houses, modify them, and live in them.

However, Chu Xinggu's properties are different because the places he has selected all have unique features. They either contain a rare type of mineral or a large factory that can support the vitality of the entire region.

Sometimes, these properties even include living creatures. Within his designated territory, no matter if they are rare wild animals, mutated poisonous creatures, or the original inhabitants, they are not allowed to leave or damage the landscape.

Even though sometimes, those scenes that Chu Xinggu considered "pleasing to the eye" and "possessing a unique artistic flair" actually represented backward, inconvenient, and depressing living environments.

There's no way around it; people's aesthetic tastes are always diverse. Back then, Chu Xinggu actually admired the person who criticized him.

He took good care of that person, providing them with the best food and drink, only requiring that the person maintain the same high spirits every day, produce the same article, and curse him once more.

The man refused to comply, but soon he discovered that his relatives, friends, and neighbors had all moved to the place where he was being held captive.

They weren't imprisoned; they were invited.

The pain of their loved ones had long been swept away, replaced by the most advanced bionic prosthetics, and they regained clear vision, smell, taste, touch, and even physiological desires. They wept with joy and gratitude for their newfound vitality.

The neighbors also began to live a life they could never have imagined before, freed from their past suffering.

So they all came to thank the person who had cursed Chu Xinggu.

The man became even angrier. He picked up his pen again, wrote an article, read it aloud, and hurled insults.

Chu Xinggu would occasionally think of this person and have his subordinates bring over the recordings to watch. From the daily speeches and rants, he would pick out a few good ones, critique them, and enjoy himself.

Later, that person's skill level seemed to decline. He wasn't as angry when he cursed, his words weren't as sharp, there were many repetitions, and the number of words became shorter and shorter.

But living amidst everyone's joyful and expectant anticipation, he couldn't stop himself, until he committed suicide.

When Chu Xinggu found out, he felt very sorry, but he did not take back the comfortable life enjoyed by that person's relatives and neighbors.

Those people continue their daily lives happily to this day, just like Chu Xinggu's other properties, quietly staying where they belong.

After all, those resources were insignificant to Chu Xinggu. All he needed to do was kill Guan Luoyang first.

"I've lived this long, worked my way up to where I am today, diligently cultivating myself day and night, all for the sake of wielding power, spending money like water, and doing whatever I want!"

Chu Xing walked alone in this empty city, admiring the city as he shook his head, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and stared straight at it.

"With such great strength, such high talent, and such a long life, I neither take pleasure in killing nor in torturing others; I only enjoy collecting things. This little bit of fun, however small, is always being thwarted by others. Why is that?"

He raised his head, looked ahead, and said sincerely, "Friend from afar, you be the judge. Tell me, shouldn't those troublemakers who travel all the way across the ocean, barging into my home, and insisting on disturbing my little bit of life's pleasures, die?"

Guan Luoyang, with wisps of icy tribulation fire burning on his body, was walking down this street, shaking his head with a smile.

"Shouldn't be?!"

Chu Xinggu cried out in alarm, taking several large steps forward and urgently asking, "You mean he shouldn't have died? How could someone like that not deserve to die?!"

"I think it's absolutely deserved to die!" a voice answered his question.

Starting from a corner of the city's southwest side, buildings began to rumble, crack, tilt, and collapse, raising clouds of dust that spread all the way to the side of the street.

Emerging from the smoke and dust was a man covered in tattoos, with a muscular build like a small mountain, followed by six other men who looked and were similar in build to him.

The seven directors of Titan Heavy Industries are said to have reached the seventh level of psychic power ten years ago. Among psychics of this level, they are considered relatively junior, but no one dares to underestimate them.

It is said that they were originally the final product of a large biological laboratory. Although the seven of them are not brothers, they are closer than brothers. When the seven of them work together, their psychic energy level can increase by a whole level. When they were only level three psychics, there were rumors that the seven brothers worked together to kill level four psychics more than once.

Not to mention, they have all transferred all the electricity and psionic reserves in their territories to themselves. Each of the seven of them has entered the range of level eight psionic power. Once they launch a combined attack, their combat power ceiling is still unknown.

As soon as the seven Titan brothers appeared, another cold, stern voice rang out.

"I also think it's a terrible thing to do."

A man shrouded in a near-white military uniform and a pure white cloak suddenly appeared 500 meters behind Guan Luoyang.

The distance of 500 meters made the man's figure appear tiny, as if he had blended into the urban background at the end of the street. Even if he raised his head, others could not see his face clearly, only his eyes, like cold gems, set under the brim of his hat.

"We have our own order here. The law of the jungle and natural selection are the truths of hundreds of thousands of years of natural evolution. Moreover, the existence of the Promised Land has already given countless people the opportunity to climb up. If they can't climb up or compete with others, it's their own fault."

"You coalition governments like to act as babysitters for your subordinates, so keep that to your own turf. Don't provoke us or try to seize power from us!"

This person was the Silver Army Lord who once defeated all players of his time in the Magic Zone of the game world with "Psionic Aura," and even crushed all the chosen ones of the Magic Zone at that time, seizing the Proof of Divine Authority.

His most recent move was fifteen years ago. Nominally, he was a peak seventh-level psychic, but now it seems that he has stepped into the threshold of the eighth level at some point. His enhanced state is even more mysterious and unpredictable, as he can completely gather the external psychic signals into his body.

With each breath, the eerie glow of psychic energy flickered around him, as if his psychic energy did not originate from his brain, but rather was channeled and released throughout every part of his body.

Even when this Silver Army Lord spoke, each syllable carried a mysterious fluctuation of spiritual energy, as if to cause the energy within the bodies of others to surge and become chaotic and out of control.

From the moment they saw the first wisp of tribulation fire ignite on Guan Luoyang's body, even though they didn't understand the cultivation system of the "Heavenly River Orthodox Method," their keen spiritual energy was enough for them to understand what kind of thing it was.

Surviving a tribulation can represent the strength that comes after a calamity, or it can represent the fatal flaws that arise from being easily disturbed during a tribulation.

The Cold Profound Tribulation Fire was originally transformed from the power of the Heavenly River to forge the foundation of one's Dao. Although it is a ninefold tribulation fire, it also signifies nine transformations of the foundation's power.

However, during the burning of the calamity fire, the magical power within the body was in a state of constant depletion.

Moreover, psychic energy originates from the power of the mind, and one's mindset is sometimes crucial.

As they spoke, they reflected on their past, both to await Guan Luoyang's low point and to build up their own momentum and hone their killing intent.

At that moment, a one-eyed figure covered in bandages appeared in the glass window of the cake shop on the right side of the street.

"Guan Luoyang, I heard you're from three hundred years ago. Hmph, you must have seen a lot of life. But do you know what life is like for someone who was born into a great catastrophe?"

The bandaged man's voice was strange, with countless echoes overlapping when he spoke. "From a young age, I had to struggle to survive in the Great Cataclysm, fighting with my companions for a little bit of dirty water, doing odd jobs in underground clinics, step by step, I worked my way up through gangs, guards, warlords, and semi-mechanical groups. I endured countless intrigues and sleepless nights to finally achieve my current status."

"We've risen above millions only through our hard work; diligence is rewarded by Heaven. You want to change all of this? You're going against the will of Heaven. Don't you deserve to die?"

The shout echoed loudly, spreading outwards.

Sound waves usually weaken over time, but this shout defied common sense under the influence of psionic energy.

What started as a loud shout gradually spread, causing air to vibrate and all the fragile objects to hum. The water on the ground trembled and splashed out in waves.

This was not just the psychic energy emitted by the bandaged man, but a sonic wave that was amplified again after being resonated by powerful psychics from all directions during its propagation.

They haven't shown themselves yet, but are lying in ambush in various parts of the city, in the east, west, south, north, above and below. This sound wave already represents their answer.

When the sound waves spread beyond this urban area, it's not just fragile objects that are affected; reinforced concrete buildings will also be shaken and rumble.

All the doors and windows were destroyed, the shop signs were blown to pieces, the walls were cracked, and the heavy pillars were shaken like loose building blocks.

As a result, a bizarre scene unfolded throughout the city.

The urban area where the sound waves originated has preserved the largely intact architectural features within a circular area with a diameter of approximately five kilometers.

Beyond this area, all city buildings, regardless of height, were shaken by the ever-increasing, resonating psychic sound waves, causing them to tilt and sometimes collapse, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Wherever the sound waves passed, it created a massive, earth-shattering wave of dust and smoke, eventually expanding to exceed the height of skyscrapers. Carrying gales and debris, it roared incessantly, dispersing beyond the city's boundaries.

Cups, bowls, clothes, trash cans, window frames, deck chairs, half a car, and countless other household items were scattered in the wilderness outside the city, blown about by the strong winds and rolling on the ground.

The terrifying power of more than eighty advanced psionicists gathered together was thus displayed, with just a single sentence, without even making any explicit attack.

When they share the same will, just a few syllables, a mere default, are enough to destroy cities and wipe out life.

Ever since Chu Xing hosted the banquet and invited all the powerful figures, these eighty-odd people have been accumulating killing intent, fighting spirit, and destructive desires every minute and every second.

Finally, we reached the peak at this moment!

"I mean, I don't argue with people who are mentally ill."

Guan Luoyang's smile vanished, and he said in a flat tone, "Should I or shouldn't I? What kind of pretentious, stupid question is that?!"

"After I've wiped you all out, I'll be leading the people of this continent with my friends down a path where they can live in greater peace and security. I don't have time for idle chatter with you."

He spread his arms, and the flames of calamity surged.

"Enough with the nonsense, come up here and face your deaths!"

Before the first layer of tribulation fire had subsided, the second layer of tribulation fire surged and erupted, appearing as if that ball of icy, mysterious fire was expanding again and again—first layer, second layer, third layer, fourth layer, fifth layer, sixth layer…

In the blink of an eye, the Ninefold Tribulation Fire was unleashed, and all of Tianhe's magical power surged out of his body, transforming into tribulation fire. The controllable magical energy within his body plummeted to its lowest point.

Chu Xinggu’s eyes blazed with fierce light. With a roar, he straightened his back and flicked his hand, unleashing a powerful blow that seemed to reach the sky!

All the top experts accumulated over the past half-century across the entire wasteland continent launched an offensive.

Jiushan had been planning for a long time, dividing the world into two realms: the Promised Land, the Wasteland Continent, and the virtual and real worlds.

This calamity was orchestrated by Guan Luoyang, drawing in his spiritual energy, the true intent of the Heavenly Demon, and the divine power of the vacuum, while simultaneously isolating his mind and body—the very source of his will—from the real world.

Finally, the music began with this strike.

(End of this chapter)