This time I chose Paladin

The next two chapters will be posted before 12 o'clock. I will go and have a little chat with Party A first ()

Chapter 129: Netherworld? Nuclear Bomb? Voice of Death

"The cross-section of the Lingguang Tower is an octagonal structure. Each corner corresponds to a secondary tower, and each secondary tower is connected to a building similar to an arsenal. Our only target is the Lingguang Tower, and we don't need to worry about the others." said Nie Weiyang.

He used a branch to draw a rough bird's-eye view of the area around Lingguang Tower on the ground.

The three of them did not ask nonsense questions like "How do you know the map?" After traveling together for more than two months, they could not say that they understood Nie Weiyang's thoughts, but they were also very clear about this person's abilities.

"We have too few people. Although this means that the target is small and easy to infiltrate, at a time like this, lack of manpower is fatal," said Nie Weiyang.

He was silent for two seconds, then said, "We need someone to draw fire from the periphery."

"I'll go." "I'll go."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Gong Hanchuan and Yun Bowen looked at each other, the former smiled, and the latter also smiled.

"Xiliya's shooting is better than ours, and her target is smaller." Gong Hanchuan said, "When fighting against the Golden Angel, shooting skills are more important than pure strength, isn't it?"

Celia lowered her head in silence.

"Don't be sad." Gong Hanchuan rubbed her messy and dirty hair. "Let's go." he said.

Nie Weiyang waved to the two men and watched them go in another direction. He stared at their backs for a long time, then suddenly said, "You know how to ensure that the nuclear bomb destroys the Lingguang Tower, right?"

Celia shuddered violently.

"No matter how much the higher-ups think, they wouldn't casually send a child with such a delicate mind to carry out such an important mission. Not only would it be sending her to her death, it would also reduce the probability of the mission's success... even if she's a top-notch marksman," Nie Weiyang said. "A nuclear bomb is sometimes more than just a nuclear bomb. It's also power, deterrence, hope... and death."

For a relatively short period of time, the term "nuclear weapons" represented the most powerful weapons humans possessed when operating on the surface of the planet.

But Nie Weiyang had seen it in another way.

——The Voice of Death·The Netherworld Shockwave Generator.

In the new world, upon death, the souls of the living quickly pass into the Netherworld, an irrational, inanimate realm where the passage of souls through the barrier between matter and consciousness can cause minor disturbances—especially for Homo sapiens souls.

To ordinary people, this turmoil is just some visual and auditory changes...

But for those who know the business, as long as they make some arrangements with the departing soul in advance, they can trigger an energy explosion at the moment the underworld descends.

These explosions can be large or small, but they are sudden and unexpected. Larger ones require the soul to store more energy and can harm the soul itself. Smaller ones simply speed up the soul's journey to the underworld, preventing it from remaining in the human world and suffering for a long time.

When Nie Weiyang had previously provoked the Sun Lord, he had used a 'small' technique. Now, he was certain that what Xi Liya had brought was a 'big' one.

A large-scale netherworld explosion cannot be triggered by souls alone. It also requires a powerful material carrier related to death to trigger turmoil in a more forceful way and break the boundary between the material world and the netherworld.

Nuclear energy is one of the symbols of the advancement of human civilization, and nuclear weapons are the most potent weapons ever created by humanity to annihilate itself. They dominated human thought for a century, becoming the embodiment of death within the human realm. Even though humans clearly understand that hatred, desire, and blindness are far more terrifying weapons, nuclear weapons are unmatched in terms of direct lethality.

The impact of the Boundary War took place along this line.

In the previous life, the Earth visitors realized several years later that the concept of nuclear weapons had shifted. As long as the death it brought mixed with the souls of Homo sapiens, it would trigger an extraordinary Netherworld explosion, permanently destroying part of the material world's space-time structure and transferring some matter to the Netherworld, where it existed in another form.

The nuclear war within the Earth visitors destroyed a small portion of the planetary structure of the new world, causing drastic changes in both gravity and the observable fabric of spacetime, exceeding the expected chain reaction between the two. Furthermore, nuclear weapons weren't just possessed by the major powers. Many craftsmen could craft nuclear weapons with just the raw materials. While they couldn't launch them remotely, they could still detonate them in situ.

When Nie Weiyang died, he warned his enemies that the New World could no longer withstand another nuclear war - and this statement couldn't be truer.

The critical point of the new world is approaching. If it happens again, the planet and everyone within the barrier will be killed and transferred to the underworld.

This was the consensus of all forces worldwide. However, some people were still hoping for a lucky break and tried to take a shortcut by using the Netherworld Detonation.

What the hell is there to leave for? What could be more important than the continuation of civilization and life? Nie Weiyang had been very puzzled by this, but when he learned that there was a faction within the Regression Cult that believed people should "return from existence to non-existence, from matter to spirit, and everything to the metaphysical realm," he smiled with relief.

The thoughts of people who are possessed by evil cults are really hard to fathom, fuck...

Nie Weiyang had originally thought that the nuclear weapons that became the generators of the Netherworld's earthquakes occurred in the final days of pre-civilization. After all, such events, no matter how you looked at them, seemed to indicate that the boundary between reality and illusion had been distorted to the point of no return.

However, the era of Shelter 0632 is earlier than that of Shelter 4701, because the 'current' Glory Space Station has not yet sunk into the Netherworld.

In the story of Vault 4701, the people at that time possessed the power to change reality with their consciousness, and this power even extended to the era of visitors from Earth...

...This road of no return is truly long. Generation after generation of Homo sapiens has followed the path of hatred, desire, and blindness, all the way to a dead end.

Back to the present, if a nuclear bomb were to be used to destroy the Lingguang Tower, the only thing Nie Weiyang could think of was -

"The Netherworld explosion was triggered from within, right?" Nie Weiyang asked.

He squatted down and looked up at Xilia.

"You said you were conceived on Golden Night..." he said slowly, "This identity is very special, right?"

Celia remained silent.

"I understand," Nie Weiyang said, "What is born must die. This is the rule of this world."

This world hides countless secrets...

"...No." Xilia said softly, "What follows will begin its death."

She looked at Nie Weiyang, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held back and didn't let them fall.

"It's all about a better future," she said.

Nie Weiyang stood up. He knew that people today wouldn't realize what kind of door they were opening, and he wasn't going to say too much, because he knew very well that the reason Homo sapiens were Homo sapiens was because there was always someone who would push open that door.

"Let's go," he said.

He did not ask Xilia how to trigger the Netherworld explosion. He just carried the nuclear bomb on his back amid the explosions in the distance and took her with him, running towards the magnificent building complex that was like a giant anchor.

Chapter 130 Leaving the Shelter

The infiltration process was dull and boring.

Nie Weiyang is Nie Weiyang after all. If he fails to infiltrate with only a little girl, he will change his career and become a berserker.

Lord Jin hadn't assumed the possibility of his home being stolen successfully, and this unwavering arrogance actually made things much easier for the two. The interior of the Spiritual Light Tower wasn't as ornate as its exterior; instead, it was a mass of bones and flesh, reminding Nie Weiyang of the Bone Temple of the Return Sect. However, the stairs here were incredibly high, suggesting that the civilization that created them was likely gigantic.

They groped their way up the tower, and when they were halfway there, the explosions outside stopped.

The two men silently avoided the scattered patrolling Golden Angels and continued to climb.

As they approached the top floor, Xilia suddenly whispered, "Captain..."

"Ok?"

"...I'm going to detonate the nuclear bomb. You...you should leave now."

Nie Weiyang turned to look at her, only to see the back of her head dodging.

"I'm the more important... unit. It's okay without you here." She struggled to choose her words. "Your genes... seem to be more stable than most people's. You haven't shown much signs of radiation sickness yet..."

This was true. Nie Weiyang only had occasional coughs, headaches, and vomiting, and he looked as if he could live another thirty or fifty years. He had some guesses about this, but he couldn't pinpoint the specific cause and hadn't discussed it with anyone.

"...You can still live for a long time." Celia said softly, "I'm going to die soon, I have to die. But you are not, you have to live..."

"What's more important is to ensure the mission is completed," said Nie Weiyang.

He seemed completely emotionless.

Ahead was a wide golden archway, with golden light flowing out of the doorway and the humming sound of mechanical operation echoing throughout the hall.

Nie Weiyang was prepared for a fierce battle, but when he rushed into the archway and the hall with a gun, he only saw a huge machine sitting inside, which bound a golden light ball about fifteen meters high. Energy continuously flowed down from the top of the tower into the light ball, and then was released from the light ball to the entire tower, and then flowed in all directions.

If the top of the tower was not completely enclosed, the light from this ball of light at night would probably make people feel like there was a sun here.

【[Large Aura Core Type 1]-

The core of the mass-produced adaptive civilization extinction system. --

■■Products, counterfeiting will be investigated. -

Automatically construct spiritual tower complexes to transport and divert energy.

Purchase Instructions: The core of this project needs to be parasitic on a natural celestial body. Work will begin after an intelligent race is detected. Local materials must be used, and the tissues of the extinct target organisms must be used as engineering materials. Some materials can be returned after the work is completed.

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The core of this project follows the 5930th edition of the [Interstellar Civilization Ethics Code] protocol. If you have any questions, please contact ■■■■■■■■ through ■■■■■■■. -】

Even with goggles, Nie Weiyang and Xiliya couldn't help but turn their heads away from the light. The sheer volume of information made Nie Weiyang's eyes widen, and for a moment, he was stunned: The Golden Lord was just a mass-produced device, its actions all based on pre-programmed procedures, and yet this thing that nearly wiped out the wise men of the past actually adhered to some kind of "moral code"?!

A strong sense of irony suffocated Nie Weiyang. But Xi Liya didn't know all this. She just grabbed Nie Weiyang's backpack strap and looked up at him with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Please, please go." The girl's voice trembled, "Captain, please go..."

Nie Weiyang came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and heard some sounds in his ears.

"We can't move," he said. "This thing under our feet is not vegetarian either."

It's more like a pure meat food.

As a golden angel emerged from one of the eight exits, Nie Weiyang pressed the code and emergency detonation button, then tossed the nuclear bomb into Xilia's arms. He turned and shot the golden angel to pieces. The shattering of the micro-aura core caused him to hear two screams, one from the core and one from Xilia.

Celia fell to the ground, clutching her chest tightly. The pain in her heart almost shattered caused her to vomit blood again. But she hugged the nuclear bomb tightly, lying flat on the ground, staring at the ceiling as the gunfire echoed around her.

In the center of the ceiling, a beam of energy descended and reflected in her eyes.

She smiled.

Then she raised the gun and pointed it at her stomach, where an artificial aura core lay, containing her soul.

Homo sapiens fought with the Golden Lord for fifteen years, and naturally analyzed the Golden Lord's technology - the reason why Homo sapiens is Homo sapiens is precisely because Homo sapiens can learn!

"Goodbye." Celia whispered.

She pulled the trigger.

……

It was a devastating disaster.

The Lingguang Pagoda gleamed in the sunlight, like a sharp sword forged from molten gold, pointing straight to the dome. Bathed in a pale golden glow, the tower exuded a luxurious and solemn aura, as if embodying all human aspirations for immortality. It stood proudly above the earth, gazing down upon all living things.

But silently, a strong light suddenly burst out from the top of the tower - it was not sunlight, nor fire, but a cold and dazzling paleness.

The flames twisted like a giant snake, silently tearing apart the sky. Then, a faint sound like shattering glass echoed from the sky, and an ominous aura spread.

In an instant, the bright light on the top of the tower faded, leaving an indescribable "dot" in the center.

This "point" seemed not to exist, but rather a void within existence itself—it expanded instantly, swallowing the spire, the light, the sound. Everything was swallowed, leaving only a utter, despairing darkness. This blackness was not night, but a void that strangled even darkness itself. Like an abyss, it rapidly expanded with the golden tower at its center, forming an ever-expanding dead space. At the edge of the sphere, the air twisted like boiling water, forcibly pulling the light in, disappearing without a trace.

The void expanded silently, inexorably engulfing everything. Mountains, rivers, people, the heavens and the earth, the birds and beasts, the birds about to flap their wings, the snakes and insects clinging to trees and rocks—all were swept away by this silent catastrophe. When the edge of the void touched them, they were silently disintegrated and then dissipated without a trace. No struggle, no trace, only a blank space that perfectly fit the surface of the sphere remained.