I'm a magnetic field madman

If he is not capable of doing it, then Bai Jingtian should not bear burdens and responsibilities that do not belong to him.

Instead of wallowing in self-pity like a complaining woman, he had more important things to do.

He let out a long breath, staggered slightly as he got up, and flew away into the air.

"I can't stop that Bai Chou from doing what he wants. Right now, all I can do is guarantee your safety," Bai Jingtian said in a low voice.

"Go hide away quietly, Kiritsugu. Take your wife and daughter with you. I also need some time to reflect and recuperate..."

Accept this fact: whether the world is good or bad, whether it will get worse or better, it's beyond their control, and it's no longer their concern.

You can proudly shoulder the responsibilities of the world, but only if you have the strength and ability to do so.

The talk of the weak about what determines the world's good or bad is nothing but the ravings of a madman, a laughable tale.

This world has always been like this—

The cries of the weak go unheeded, while the whispers of the strong resonate throughout the heavens!

48. To die and be brought back to life

At this very moment, nuclear bombs from all over the world have been launched into the sky.

Tens of thousands of nuclear warheads, trailing plumes of flame and white smoke, rose to the highest point of the sky, reaching the tips of the clouds! After reaching a certain altitude, they all began to change direction and crash down towards the ground!

After the initial confusion, countries around the world, or rather, those countries that possess nuclear weapons, went mad!

What the hell is going on?!

Was it a spy who infiltrated their nuclear facility and launched all their stockpiles, or was it yet another conspiracy by their own evil enemies?

Both sides in the war had this idea, but when they saw the radar filled with dense red dots, they were all stunned.

Do we still need to collect statistics?

There's no need for that anymore; the number of nuclear missiles launched from their homeland, from nuclear submarines, and from overseas bases—

It was everything—everything of my own, everything of the enemy's—this was exactly the worst-case scenario I had ever imagined.

Yes, all the nuclear missiles equipped with missile launchers and ready to be fired at any time due to the war were launched at that moment.

There are no goals, nor are there any needs to be.

Powered by their powerful thrusters, these nuclear missiles flew into the clouds, soared into the sky, and then made a graceful turn before hurtling towards the ground.

It doesn't matter where they're aimed; these aimless nuclear bombs are the most terrifying problem!

They exhibited irregular Brownian motion trajectories, like a group of drunkards speeding on the highway at 800 miles per hour!

It's simply impossible to intercept the launch because even the target of the launch cannot determine how to deploy pre-emptive interception measures.

Completely without rules or goals, it simply aims to send all of humanity into space.

By the time these nuclear bombs reached their ground-based air defenses and could form a network of anti-aircraft fire, it was already too late.

Humanity is on the verge of extinction at the hands of its own weapons, and what's most ironic is that they don't even know who did it.

The person who created everything wouldn't care; even something as momentous as the extinction of all humanity would be nothing more than a "fun" for him.

In order to fight a strong opponent and to entice him to fight without holding back, Bai Chou became so insane!

No, it can't be called madness; Bai Chou has just always been indifferent to it.

Just as he could kill 20 million lunar people without hesitation to fight an enraged storm, let alone the people of this other world, Bai Chou often did these terrible things without hesitation in order to have fun fighting.

Bai Chou's statement that the evil Bai Wunan was similar to him was not entirely wrong. However, compared to his son and ordinary people, Emperor Bai Chou was far more brutal!

Kuangfeng clutched his heart, staring wide-eyed at the nonchalant Kuangfeng... He thought he had gone mad enough after experiencing so much suffering—but compared to Baichou, he was still far from being up to par!

"Nonsense—Bai Chou, are you also trying to lure out a powerful opponent to fight you?"

Kuang Feng didn't look at the dense array of nuclear bombs in the sky, nor did he want to. He just stared intently at Bai Chou, gritting his teeth...

"Yes, you're right, so I suggest you leave here as soon as possible."

Bai Chou looked at the heavily injured Kuang Feng and grinned wickedly...

"Because if that 'strong one' appears, then he might not only kill me, the 'great devil,' but also you, the 'little devil.'"

Kuangfeng paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head as if he sensed something!

Then at the end of the road, a figure, a figure who should have died long ago, was walking slowly and unsteadily.

His entire body was shrouded in a tattered black robe, which looked like something casually pulled from the ruins to cover his body.

What was revealed beneath the black robe were only limbs as thin as a corpse.

It would be difficult to tell who he was by his appearance alone, but Kuangfeng would never mistake his aura!

A broken dream... or perhaps Jesus Christ?

But his heart should have been completely shattered by the force of the gale!

He should be dead, so how is he still alive?

"Ha, that's what makes it even more interesting!"

Bai Chou, clearly having anticipated who his truly interesting opponent was, smiled slightly, a pleased expression on his face…

"Demon... demon..."

Jesus Christ roared as he staggered forward, his emaciated limbs emerging from the black rags resembling withered bones... and in the palm of his hand, a clear circular wound could be seen!

His tone was incredibly somber, carrying a chilling resentment. The Celestial Venerable's body trembled, he bit his lip, and shouted as he unleashed a powerful palm strike at the approaching Jesus Christ…

"That charlatan!!"

The powerful sword-cannon slammed into the emaciated creature, successfully setting his black robe ablaze. But the resulting display of power astonished the Celestial Venerable.

Thorns...the endless thorns that sprout from the heart of Jesus Christ!

Extending from the crown of thorns atop his head, they covered his body, which appeared to have been completely desiccated.

And especially that large, empty hole in the left chest.

The sprawling, tentacle-like thorns intertwined and overlapped at the broken heart, forming a thorny heart that beat, sustained, and surged!

Compared to a human being, Jesus Christ, who died and was resurrected, looks more like a moving corpse, a skeleton that would make a normal person's bowels tighten!

It's a monster from a fucking horror movie!

"Nonsense—what kind of ghost has returned this time, disguised as something else?"

Dragging his badly injured body, Gale gripped his Storm tightly and whispered, unable to understand why Broken Dream had become like this.

Bai Chou looked at the mummified corpse with great interest, and he was no longer as impulsive and lacking in calm judgment as Kuang Feng.

Moreover, he had already obtained some interesting information from Maris Billy before he arrived.

The spiritual particles in this world are a kind of objectively existing energy; they can be called magic, or something else entirely.

For an individual, it is energy generated from the "small source" within their own body; it is the vitality of the body and the energy of the soul.

As for the environment of Earth's "Great Source," it is the power that the planet itself possesses that can endow matter with intellectual information.

In other words, compared to the rotation of magnetic fields, the objectively existing energy of spiritual particles is closer to the non-material realm.

For those with strong magnetic fields, spiritual particles have little effect on them.

Because a strong magnetic field, anchored at the fundamental anchor point of the material world by the fundamental force of electromagnetism, is difficult to change its fixed form by non-material things.

Those so-called heroic spirits are just like that to Gale... No matter how powerful their skills are, they are just a "description" of the non-material world.

In the material world, however, the magnetic field god who controls electromagnetic force cannot be affected.

This is not only due to mysterious laws, but also because spiritual particles are relatively weaker in terms of energy and matter compared to the rotation of magnetic fields.

The gathered intellectual spiritual particles can coalesce into something called a "spirit base." Those Servants, Heroic Spirits, and even Gods all need to rely on this basic product to anchor and constitute their complete form—of course, there are also gods like the Machine Gods who already possess a powerful presence in the material world.

The reason why Servants' so-called Noble Phantasms gain power through so-called legendary status lies in this.

In the immaterial world, legends, ideas, perceptions...

These ethereal things in the material world are factors that actually affect the power of spirit particles in the non-material world.

So, can a living person obtain so-called "treasures" by spreading stories and myths?

That's impossible, because the material world anchor of the living prevents non-material spiritual particles from forming a spiritual foundation, let alone creating heroic spirits, even if they gather together.

Therefore, those so-called deities that possess are all operating through "corpses." Only individuals who lose their anchor in the material world after death have the possibility of having their spiritual particles absorbed by the power of fused spiritual foundation.

This kind of power is worthless to those with strong magnetic fields and cannot affect them at all.

The material anchor of a strong magnetic field is so powerful that even after death and turning into fragments, spiritual particles are torn to shreds just by getting close.

Those conceptual artifacts were rendered useless by the power of the gale, making it even more impossible to control their bodies.

Logically speaking, even if a person with a strong magnetic field dies, their corpse cannot be attached to spiritual particles, let alone become a follower or a god.

But Jesus Christ is different.

He chose to wear the crown of thorns, he chose to call himself Jesus Christ... He gained tens of millions of believers and even fanatical worship around the world.

This inevitably anchored him to the existence of "Jesus" at the spiritual level... and the Jesus Christ of this world is by no means a simple thing!

Compared to the frail life on Earth, it is a more transcendent being and thing—this makes the magnetic field power unable to affect the power related to it, and gradually influences Broken Dream under its subtle influence.

The situation of the broken dream, or rather the ancestor, is quite special.

The gift he received from the power was unique: he could live as Jesus Christ, as he wished, without having to endure the pain of the conflict between his self and his faith.

And all of this vanished completely the moment he died.

His heart was shattered; even a Magnetic Field God of War would have been doomed at this moment.

But the crown of thorns served its intended purpose, saving his life... while the primordial spirit, which should have perished, mingled with other elements, ultimately coalescing into the true essence of "Jesus Christ"...

Of course, all of this is merely speculation by Maris Billy from a professional perspective.

If the original controller of this body was a powerful figure named Broken Dream who claimed to be Jesus Christ, then after his resurrection...

Is he still himself, or has he truly become a saint under the influence of those fanatical worship beliefs?

Bai Chou had no idea, because he had never studied the spiritual particles of this world, but that didn't stop him from finding it interesting.

Not only do they fight against powerful beings from a different era, but they also have the opportunity to kill powerful beings from another world.

With two kinds of happiness combined, how could Bai Chou not be so excited that his manhood was about to be pulled up?

He didn't come into this world to pursue any unattainable desires. More than the result, he valued the process, the process of sublimation and joy in battle and killing!

"devil!"

Howling and roaring like a vengeful demon, Jesus Christ charged toward the direction of the raging wind—

It seemed, as Bai Chou had said, that this "resurrected" holy son was clearly going to kill Kuang Feng first, rather than him.

"That damn charlatan! Forty-Five Heavens Power - Big Dipper Fist!!"

Although it suffered considerable damage, the gale certainly wouldn't just sit idly by...

With a roar, he unleashed the most powerful punch his battered body could muster!

Unexpectedly, his punch easily struck the so-called holy son.

His fist easily embedded itself in his chest, like a sharp knife piercing a sponge.

Without any obstruction, it easily infused its magnetic field power into his body.

But is this a good thing?

Several explosive sounds erupted from the Holy Son's body due to the Big Dipper Fist, but his body remained unharmed.

Or rather, all the attacks that "shatter" and scatter are nothing more than broken thorns and vines.

And along the arm he had pierced into the other's body, the spreading thorns, like slippery, nauseating tentacles, slowly coiled around the wind's body! He felt an intense, nauseating urge, yet—

He couldn't pull it out. No matter how much he used magnetic field power to strengthen and shatter it, the thorny vines were still gripping his arm tightly!

"Damn it, let go of me!!"

The gale roared and tried to break free, but what happened next was something the gale never expected...

"devil!"

The Holy Son let out a sharp roar, and behind him, a figure suddenly appeared!