Banish Calamity, Seal It with Holy Radiance!

The France presidential palace.

Prior to this, key figures in the Fr*nce, and Spanish cabinets and intelligence agencies were celebrating with high fives, their joy still lingering, and anticipating yet another victory.

They've already prepared champagne.

Force China to kill Kang De to establish Fr*nce's prestige, recruit Big Bob and obtain the secret of the royal tombs to enhance Fr*nce's national power, double the happiness, dreamlike time, Fr*nce will be great again, this time it's those sons of bitches United Kingdom and United States, to lick our boots!

The joy was shattered by the loud ringing of the telephone and the pale-faced secretary-general bursting through the door.

While the president was celebrating, the situation reversed in an instant. Kang De utterly annihilated the six-man Fr*nce combat team within minutes, eliminating two of them in less than five minutes. At that moment, the surviving France superhumans, out of fear, even forgot to report or ask for help.

However, the Fr*nce governments learned of this bad news immediately.

--They're United Kingdom!

These were the gentlemanly, helpful, kind-hearted Britain gentlemen who had a long-standing and great fondness for Fr*nce. After witnessing the crime scene, they immediately reported it back to the country!

As the birthplace of modern political systems, England's dedicated officials, after their neighbor suffered a severe setback a thousand years ago, completed the reporting process at all levels with the utmost attention and efficiency, using a high-speed human-powered data link to transmit information without wasting a single moment!

Before France intelligence could even process the cries for help from their missing team members, and before they could even figure out what had happened, Britain video footage and reports had already captured the France officers on camera!

From on-site videos, photographs, and explanations by the United Kingdom extraordinary individuals, to detailed written descriptions and records, from the horrific state of the dead to the overwhelming power displayed by Kang De, one wave after another.

Emails came in like a torrential downpour.

Faced with the torrent of data coming from across the English Channel, the France intelligence officer in charge of receiving the data couldn't help but recall that morning in Agincourt on October 25, 1415.

The France army, consisting of 7,000 archers, 11,000 knights, and 18,000 foot knights and infantry, was utterly defeated by Henry V's 5,000 longbowmen and 900 foot knights. The French, Fr*nce suffered nearly 20,000 casualties, more than 5,000 nobles were killed in action, the royal steward was killed, and the Grand Marshal was captured.

The United Kingdom lost more than ten knights and a hundred longbowmen.

This battle made the United Kingdom longbowmen famous throughout the world, left an indelible mark on the France, and provided the world with precious ammunition used to attack France.

This defeat was so humiliating that it became deeply ingrained in people's minds. So much so that decades later, a France businessman wrote to a friend complaining about the weather and penned the famous line, "The rain poured down like an arrow from an English barbarian."

At that very moment, France intelligence officials felt the same attack, only this time instead of arrows, they were met with data; what remained unchanged was the subtle yet malicious mockery from the United Kingdom.

But none of that matters anymore.

--The presidential palace was filled with an unpleasant atmosphere.

Joy turned to blankness, blankness to unease, unease to shock, and then the France president slammed his fist on the table in impotent rage, shouting, "How dare he! How dare he!"

The secretary general, his face pale, said, "Mr. President, we must find a way to rescue them! If they all die there, it means we will lose..."

The president, as if waking from a dream, shouted sternly, "Make the call! Call China! And our allies!"

He paced around the room a few times, then slammed his fist into his palm. "Yes, and there's Big Bob. Even if he kills all of us, he can't stop Big Bob's locusts from invading Moyani, or even protect his father! He'll compromise! As long as our price is right, he'll compromise!"

The president picked up his dedicated cell phone, but just then, new bad news arrived.

Number of casualties: 3.

"What!"

At an observation post on the east side of the block in Moyani, a roar erupted in American English: "Are you fucking kidding me? Stop that China guy? Fuck, even if you're the officer, you have no right to give me that kind of order. You should come and see for yourself how he hacks that poor France to pieces! Damn, they're crazier than all of us combined—oh shit, he's already got his eye on a fourth one!"

"I don't want to get involved in this mess! I shouldn't have come here in the first place!"

"What? You don't dare lay a hand on us? Because we're United States? Fuck you! You make it sound so easy. We're the ones facing that killer, not your asshole. I bet he'd kill even those curly-haired turkeys on Capitol Hill! Fuck! Fuck you!"

"A promotion won't work! An increase in the quota won't work! I..."

At this point, the shouting stopped abruptly, and then he said, stunned, "The China go to mediate first? Okay, I understand. All the benefits will be doubled. If he kills China person, then we'll leave immediately!"

Then, a voice rang out in the room. "OK, just watch my expression later!"

The door was kicked open, and a black man came out.

He straightened his cowboy hat, gripped the silver rope around his waist, and attached four massive revolvers to holsters on his waist and chest. The cowboy walked out of the room, followed by his men.

Kang De is hunting down the fourth one.

Woman.

She appears to possess the ability to manipulate the wind. Her weapons are specially designed blades and miniature bombs. The blades are uniquely shaped, and the miniature bombs are equipped with gliders. By skillfully maneuvering the wind, she can control these poisoned razors and powerful bombs to launch surprise attacks.

Her most impressive weapon was a powder made of a certain ingredient, a mixture of poison and metal fragments, contained in a specially designed grenade. After it exploded, she could manipulate the wind to silently deliver it into the target's trachea and lungs... The idea was pretty good.

A violent hurricane shield swirled around Kang De, scattering rubble, debris, and bricks as he walked through the tornado, inching closer to the fleeing woman.

Based on their previous encounters, he had a rough idea of the abilities of the extraordinary individuals from various countries.

Those newly awakened powers are still very primitive, primitive and pure. To use a martial arts novel as an example, they are born with superhuman strength and have extraordinary internal energy, but they lack practical moves and cannot maximize their power. Just like this Wind Woman, she cannot condense wind blades and cannot use the unrestrained flow of energy to achieve many wonderful uses. She is trying her best to develop and strengthen her power, but modern science has more practical methods.

These extraordinary individuals are enhanced using products and ideas created with modern technology.

Kang De was able to understand the thinking of the Fr*nce governments.

In an era where a single howitzer shell can destroy a football field, a precision-guided missile can demolish a building, and rocket artillery can sweep across square kilometers, human power is already excessive. What nations need is precision, speed, infiltration, and secrecy. The extraordinary powers of the superhuman transcend the limitations of ordinary people, making this the perfect time to test the ingenuity of scientists. They are capable of undertaking tasks that ordinary special forces cannot.

This is how governments around the world use it.

To put it bluntly, this approach has a deeper purpose—to recruit these extraordinary individuals into the state, providing them with generous salaries, proper guidance, and logistical support, allowing them to leverage technological advancements and modern weaponry to enhance their abilities and unleash formidable combat power.

Then these superhumans will rely on the enhancements and improvements brought by modern weapons, and even gradually relax their efforts to explore and train their own strength under the explicit and implicit hints of governments under the guidance of psychology. They may even be led by the nose by government departments and work in the direction of preset enhancements.

This is a path to rapid growth, but since there is a complete growth plan and a route to becoming stronger, there will naturally be loopholes and countermeasures intentionally left out.

Insurance, stability, and controllability.

Governments around the world tacitly adopted the same options, guiding and recruiting their own superhumans with the same policies, with only one ultimate goal—to ensure that there are no superhumans in the world who cannot be located by high-definition satellites, and that there are no superhumans that cannot be eliminated by supersonic cruise missiles that can be guided in multiple ways and attack at speeds of several Mach.

That's why the France who shot the arrow and wielded the sword died so quickly.

In Kang De's view, they were utterly flawed and surprisingly weak. There was no need to even witness the sophistication of their attack methods and strategies, or the superiority of their weapons. Such a glaring weakness—if he saw through it and didn't strike, wouldn't he be doing a disservice to the humans and elves who died at his hands?

"That won't do..."

He sighed.

The woman who took off from a small building opened the extendable glider on her back, intending to ride the wind away. Kang De's eyes flashed, his mental power spread, and the power of the hurricane shield scroll was still activated. The gale obeyed his command and swirled in reverse in front of him, blowing the France back.

The woman, who had landed awkwardly, stumbled backward, her face streaked with tears and snot. She pleaded and cried out, but all her words were in French.

Kang De said amiably, "I'm sorry, my friend is very busy today and may not have time to answer the phone."

The mental force overwhelmed her, the wind condensing into the atmosphere, suppressing her final sneak attack and counterattack. Several crisp sounds rang out, accompanied by her screams of agony, as her limbs were broken by the wind pressure. At the same time, a shout came from behind, "Stop! Kang De! Stop! Wait a minute!"

Kang De turned around, and the instructor leaped towards him.

Other superhumans who had received orders from their own governments also cautiously advanced upon seeing the China move, approaching from all directions. This was likely the first time in this century that so many superhumans had gathered together, witnessing a murder.

But no one dared to act rashly.

The instructors from China continued to loudly try to stop him, while the extraordinary individuals from various countries hoped that this China man could persuade Kang De, who was also their compatriot, to stop; they were merely there to lend a hand.

Even so, Kang De gently shook his head. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

The rubble and fragments that had been swirling around him in the gale froze, cracks appearing on their surfaces, before shattering one by one, scattering into fine sand, which was then pulled together by an invisible force.

The France trapped by the wind pressure let out a wail, his head pressed upside down.

His eyes were filled with terror and despair.

A strong wind was blowing.

The sand and gravel, coalescing into a gray tornado, shot into the sky, then swirled back down. The fine sand and gravel, like a long dragon, burrowed into the France's mouth, swallowing her cries of agony. A whirlwind raged, and beside her, kneeling on her back, stood China man with an indifferent expression, his clothes billowing backward in the wind.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of the gathered foreigners once again.

Some people couldn't help but shudder.

The deceased's body, which gradually turned gray, cracked, and even swelled, caused some people to gag.

The instructor strode forward, and upon seeing this, roared in fury, "What... what are you doing!"

Kang De asked, "Have you asked this before?"

The other person was taken aback. "What?"

Kang De pointed behind him, to the place where the king had been captured and held hostage. "Eleven people. I saw eleven corpses there, along with civilians, militia, and mercenaries. Did you ask them what they were doing? I'm sure this woman was among them."

He clenched his right hand, and the gray sand expanded violently, accompanied by a hissing sound of flesh tearing apart.

Something splashed out.

The sounds of retching grew louder in the distance.

Kang De, without changing his expression, looked at his compatriot and slowly said, "I'll say it again, I'm grateful for your trip, and I appreciate what you said to me earlier, but one thing is one thing."

He stepped forward, his tone low and indifferent, "I'll only say kind words once; next time, I'll have to give you a stern talking-to."

After speaking, he turned around, and phoenix flames gleamed in Kang De's eyes. Not far away, at least seven high-energy individuals were gathered, one of whom was familiar, and his cries could be heard. "He can see me! Save me! Send me away!"

Just as Kang De was about to leave, the instructor stopped him. "Wait!"

He frowned slightly and said, "Let me make this clear first: I don't care about nationality when I hit someone; I only care if they deserve a beating."

The instructor ignored his threats and said, "You should stop! You've vented enough! What good will it do you to keep killing? Don't let killing give you pleasure!"

Kang De replied, "No, I do not find pleasure in killing. In the short term, killing them quells threats from the rear; in the long term, it demonstrates resolve to other nations. That concludes my answer. You should step aside now."

The instructor shouted sternly, "If we kill them all, there will be no way to negotiate with France!"

Kang De frowned and said, "This is not something I should be concerned with."

"Then look at the smoke and dust outside! The swarms are coming! In ten minutes at most, they'll be completely inside the city! You can kill the France, you can beat me, even if you can defeat everyone here, can you kill these billions of locusts? Can you stop them from attacking the embassy from all sides? Can you protect your father? And the King, and the people here, can you protect them all?"

The instructor, speaking fluently and calmly, though thirty years old, was now very anxious. "Listen, this is a great opportunity. You've seized the initiative. The France are now willing to sue for peace, but their attitude remains tough because they feel they haven't completely lost. But it doesn't matter; they've already backed down. This is the best chance to resolve the situation and order the swarm to stop. You..."

Kang De glanced at him.

If he hadn't known that he represented the will and persuasion of the nation, he wouldn't have listened to this now... but listening now simply means respect and gratitude.

Do you know what I said to the king before I left?

He said, "I told him to trust me, no matter what happens, to stick with it to the end."

"I knew the France would try to coerce or bribe him, and I knew they might even lay a hand on him. He'd been through it all. He held out until France had him by the throat, until the city was thrown into chaos. I can guess what he went through—the alienation and distrust of his subjects. Under those circumstances, I wouldn't be so demanding of a group of ordinary people... But he did hold out until now."

"Because I told him to trust me, and he said he would," Kang De said calmly. "Therefore, I will repay him with an equal share of the spoils of victory, to fulfill this friendship."

"Get out of the way," he issued his final ultimatum. "Even if I take you down with me, it won't take more than a few seconds."

He walked past the other person, and this time the instructor did not stop him.

What to do with the insect swarm?

He continued to question them, unwilling to give up.

Kang De said, "Take it one step at a time. First, kill France to scare the onlookers, so they won't cause trouble in the rear while I'm dealing with Big Bob... With a formidable enemy at hand, we must first deter the villains and scoundrels."

As he walked, he turned his head and said, "Let me tell you a secret, my friend, I've been very calm the whole time."

The instructors who remained behind were speechless for a moment.

Kang De moved swiftly, arriving at the end of a street in an instant and blocking the group of people who were trying to leave.

Hey buddy, how's today?

The black cowboy flashed his gleaming teeth.

I can understand that English.

There were five of them, exuding an aura of democracy. Kang De's gaze passed over their bodies, looking at the Shadow cast by the buildings, which made the United States feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable cry rang out.

Kang De smiled, and the old black man, forcing a smile, took a few steps back, blocking the way from where the voice had come from. "Friend, let's talk this over. His abilities are special. He has laid down his weapons and can surrender to you. The France government can pay him a large ransom, or you can hand him over to your country in exchange for an even greater reward. So, what I mean is... you understand..."

Kang De nodded to him.

Before Old Black could even crack a smile, Kang De said, "Sorry, I can't speak English."

Um????

Why can't you speak English? Who told you not to?

And what the hell were you just saying?

Many questions flashed in Old Hei's eyes, but the next moment, his eyes widened, because in broad daylight, Kang De's body gradually turned into a ripple like flowing water and disappeared into the air.

"Oh, shit..."

He turned around abruptly, and the next moment, a French cry came from the Shadow in the corner.

That means "I surrender".

But blood splattered.

The Shadow dissipated, revealing outlines. The human bodies lost their Shadow color, and blood bloomed on their chests. A France coughed up blood, looking down at the blade of light in front of his chest. The intense light blade was withdrawn and then plunged in again. His body trembled continuously, and in an instant, he was riddled with holes.

A surge of light, beams of light piercing straight ahead, and Kang De's figure appeared before everyone's eyes, behind the France. He grabbed the man's head, and under the watchful eyes of the United States, extended his light blade, slowly pried open the France's throat, and severed his head.

... More than one United States at the scene was reminded of the Predator from Alien.

Number of casualties: 5.

The United States were furious. It was one thing for them not to step forward beforehand, but it was quite another for them to turn their backs after taking action. The former showed their own caution and wisdom, while the latter showed the other side's audacious provocation!

He roared, "He's already surrendered! He's a man incapable of fighting! You've violated the Geneva Conventions by committing an inhumane massacre of prisoners! You'll be in the International Criminal Court!"

The arriving instructor translated for him.

"The Geneva Conventions?" Kang De said. "Please tell him it's none of my business; I didn't sign them."

For reasons unknown, the instructor told the black men about it.

It just didn't achieve faithfulness, expressiveness, and elegance; English is ultimately not as colorful as Chinese.

Kang De translated the sentence the instructor hadn't translated. "About-my-JJ-thing."

The other party clearly didn't understand, but that's okay; actions always speak louder than words.

Kang De tossed the France's head out of his hand. The skull exploded in mid-air, splattering bone fragments and blood all over the United States, who was initially startled, then showed a look of disgust and rage. Kang De remained indifferent, raising two fingers and hooking them together—an internationally recognized hand gesture.

If you're not happy, come and fight me.

"Kang De! The insects are coming!"

In the distance, the swarms of insects roared, and the vibrations of the locusts blended together like the roar of a monster. Dark clouds were already pressing down on the city, obscuring the sunlight.

"Let's go!"

The United States man glared at Kang De and said menacingly, "You deal with these damned bugs! I want to see how you manage to save everyone in this city from them! Once you've done this, America will settle the score with you for what happened earlier! See for yourselves the consequences of your impulsiveness!"

The instructor translated in a low voice, a worried look on his face. He was very concerned, yet there was a hidden expectation he dared not think about too deeply. He instinctively realized that Kang De had victory in his grasp, but what way was there to protect everyone in a city under such a massive offensive?

Kang De coldly replied, "Did I say you could leave?"

No translation was needed; the hostility and murderous intent in the words were enough for the United States to understand.

They stopped cautiously and fearfully, their hands still on their weapons.

A buzzing sound filled the sky, and cries and screams rose from all sides. The Grewind Swarm was about to wreak havoc on this small city, devouring all hope and life.

The instructor shouted, "Kang De!"

--The voice of Horus came through the tactical headset. Second check complete.

The intense heat of the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority also confirms this.

Facing the wary and mocking gaze of the United States, he turned to the instructor. "I overheard that guy taunting me earlier, saying the world's strongest superhuman runs incredibly fast. Looks like the France have spread the word all over the world about what I told him? After all, you all know... right?"

The instructor nodded awkwardly; he had also previously thought Kang De was arrogantly boasting.

But based on his fighting prowess just now, calling him the strongest... wouldn't be entirely an exaggeration.

Kang De looked up at the sky. "The satellites of the major powers are all pointed here, aren't they? All countries are watching, and the superpowered individuals here have come for this reason. Since that's the case..."

The Divine Ring of Stellar Authority shone brightly, and Kang De's eyes were filled with the brilliant Vulcan of the sun. Intense solar power gathered at his fingertips and then transformed into a shining scepter.

United States were alarmed and on high alert.

Kang De, on the other hand, raised his staff of light high and then slammed it into the ground!

The next moment, a wave of light erupted.

The Divine Ring of Stellar Authority is the key to activating everything. The church ritual objects and holy light magic devices that Horus excavated and buried at various nodes in the city were immediately activated. The radiant nodes, calculated and planned by the priests overnight, were lit up and linked one by one, and a holy fire rose from the edge of the city in a round arc like the sun.

The brilliant rays of light surged forth like the sun.

From the edge of the city, the bricks and stones constructed by Sheng Hui seemed to solidify, pile up, fold, and unfold out of thin air, growing higher and higher layer by layer. The shimmering bricks and stones, like a miracle, converged towards the center along a perfect arc.

Under the stunned and awe-inspiring gazes of extraordinary individuals from various countries.

Under the watchful eyes of the confused and fearful Comora People.

The world's heads of state, dignitaries, intelligence personnel, and experts in related fields who were monitoring Moyani's movements in real time via orbital satellites were in shock.

Within the perception of Big Bob's will, who controls the swarm.

Internal! External! Space! Naked eye! Mental power! Satellite imagery! Real-time video!

Holy Light is sealed here!

The shimmering dome of light transformed into Shelter that averted all calamities, keeping the swarming, sky-covering, and all-consuming Grewind Swarm outside Moyani!

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PS1: 6,600 words! Damn, I should have offered a bounty. I've been writing a lot lately.