Chapter 630: Fury and Fallout

Fang Hao’s rage-fueled roar echoed across half the battlefield in just 0.1 seconds, reaching Yenir’s ears.

But it was all too late.

In Yenir’s wide, shocked eyes, the middle-aged man clutching a nuclear missile charged at him like a venomous snake struck by lightning, pressing the activation button without a second’s hesitation!

As chosen suicide soldiers, they had no room for emotion—once ordered, they would take the enemy down with them.

Click! The clustered explosive core atop the warhead sprang to life in an instant!

On the silver-white casing, the word ‘Explosion’ blazed suddenly, its blood-red, piercing glow evoking pure death.

There wasn’t even a moment for Yenir to react!

One second after the chain reaction began, this single-warrior tactical nuclear missile—powerful enough to obliterate an entire armored force—would detonate, swallowing everything in its path!

“Model 03 Personal Warhead… 300kg of explosive! An estimated yield of 500,000 tons TNT equivalent!”

“Benchmark: American W-88 Thermonuclear!”

Thanks to his razor-sharp combat instincts, torrents of data about the warhead cascaded through Yenir’s mind like a waterfall.

A surge of blinding fury swelled within him.

He was ready for resurrection—dying wouldn’t matter—but the rebels’ audacity in bringing such a weapon into the Capital pushed his anger to its limit!

Damn those old bastards! To hell with them!

He knew this weapon all too well!

When the Huaxia Battle Zone fell in the previous era, the Military was forced to mass-produce single-soldier warheads for Third-Stage operatives!

Modified for mutants, these warheads delivered an unbelievably concentrated blast—each detonation, at the pinnacle of tech weaponry, could instantly vaporize any mutant, even those at Peak Third-Stage!

Had it not been for the massive contamination and astronomical cost, Huaguo might not have crumbled so swiftly during the last catastrophe!

Capable of lasting three years, this weapon proved utterly indispensable!

Yet now, as this superweapon was aimed at him, Yenir could only feel an overwhelming sense of frustration!

“Can you dodge it?! A 500,000-ton TNT equivalent warhead with a 300-meter kill radius!”

“Beyond 300 meters, I’ve only a one-in-a-thousand chance to survive; over 750 meters, it drops to just 6.1%!”

“Divine Wind, Fallen Heaven, Judgment Form…”

“Boom!!!”

His reaction was lightning-quick!

As three Third-Stage Advanced foes tried to entangle him and drag him down, Yenir unleashed a barrage of Sword Energy slashes and vanished in a brilliant flash!

He moved with ethereal grace, as if he were a phantom dancing on air!

Speedily creating distance, Yenir didn’t hesitate to use his final Divine Wind, narrowly evading the lock of the three Third-Stage Advanced men.

“If I can avoid death, all the better! I haven’t reached my limit yet!”

Though he could revive, his current body count wasn’t enough! Without fully charging the Evil God Ritual or his Judgment transformation, Yenir was loath to reveal his ultimate trump card!

Yet before he could break through the blockade…

In an instant, a shaft of blue light erupted from Cheng Longhu’s hand, transforming in a blink into a lightning-fast Thunder Cage that trapped him in place.

With a low hum, a surge of paralyzing energy froze him mid-air, rendering him utterly motionless.

“Thinking of running?!”

“You little bastard! So you can be scared after all!!”

Hahahaha!!

His maniacal laughter rang out, echoing with insanity.

Watching Yenir’s frantic, desperate attempts to escape, Cheng Longhu burst into raucous laughter, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight as he surveyed the caged Yenir.

How arrogant! How dare this naive kid, bursting with luck, try to challenge them!

There was no way he’d let the kid get away! No way!

He had sacrificed countless underlings and risked detonating an entire nuclear missile for this very moment!

“Kill him! Detonate the missile!!”

Without hesitation, Cheng Longhu barked the order—every last fraction of a second was precious. He wanted to end Yenir’s life in the blink of an eye!

Even if it wasted a legendary Thunder Cage, the combined explosive force—even if not at its peak—was enough to reduce Yenir to nothing but ashes!

As long as Yenir died…!

Those bizarre Third-Stage operatives stalling for time would soon face their own troubles…!

“Yenir!!!”

“No! No, no, no!!!”

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to Cheng Longhu’s maniacal laughter, Fang Hao—entangled by two Peak Third-Stage fighters—fired a furious shot that blasted a path forward, instinctively charging toward the struggling Yenir in the cage.

They’ve been tricked! The rebels exploited their concern for the Prime Minister to lure them away!

Even though they knew Yenir was more important, they still chose to retreat instinctively!

Yenir must not die—absolutely not!

But now, breaking free of the cage was clearly out of the question.

Two Peak Third-Stage rebel fighters assigned to block Fang Hao let out a cold laugh and stepped aside without hesitation, allowing him to rush through.

Idiot! What’s the use of regret now? Advance, and you all die together!

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to the bloodthirsty grins of the rebels,

a wave of pain and regret suddenly overwhelmed Yenir.

Time itself seemed to freeze.

Even Li Xuanguo, shielded by the crowd, stood dumbfounded, his trembling lips fixed on the sight of Yenir caught in the electric cage.

Nothing is more despairing than the shattering of hope.

If it were up to him, he’d have preferred to be the one trapped.

He was old—no longer able to change Huaguo’s future. But Yenir could. This Yenir, who had been performing miracles since they first met, would surely prevail!

A bitter smile twisted Li Xuanguo’s face; at that moment, he could scarcely accept what was unfolding!

“I shouldn’t have protected him… I shouldn’t have protected him…!”

They lost. In the end, they lost before dawn!

“Buzz!”

An intense, pure white light erupted, as if fueled by a hundred thousand suns.

That all-devouring white brilliance illuminated the entire battlefield.

The next second, a sound even slower than light emerged.

“Boom!!!!”

It sounded like the anguished cry of a dying world, as if the heavens themselves were fracturing.

A colossal, orange-red fireball—reaching temperatures of a million degrees—rose and instantly engulfed the figure trapped in the cage.

In just 0.001 picoseconds…

The raging torrent of energy disintegrated all matter into vapor, reducing it to its atomic essence.

In that endless blaze, there wasn’t a trace of Yenir left.

There was no doubt.

In the face of humanity’s mightiest weapon…

Even Yenir could only die silently.

“No!!! Yenir! Yenir!!!”

A ferocious shockwave, like a level-10 storm, swept through the battlefield. Despite having barely moved a hundred meters, Fang Hao’s eyes burned red; even as the intense light nearly blinded him, he refused to close his eyes.

An overwhelming mix of regret and hatred threatened to drive him mad.

Yet anger was futile—realizing that Fang Hao and his comrades’ morale had plummeted into chaos, a horde of Third-Stage rebels launched another furious assault in an instant!

“Kill them! Let them all become corpses to keep that kid company!”

“Victory… belongs to me…!”

“Yours? Hell no!”

Before Cheng Longhu could erupt in another round of laugh and shouts, a weak yet strikingly familiar voice suddenly echoed from a corner of the battlefield.

In an instant, the entire field fell deathly silent, as if witnessing a ghost come to life—the figure who should have been dead but simply wouldn’t die.

That was…

“Yenir!?”