The difference between a firefly and the bright moon

"Boom--"

A violent impact, like that of a meteorite, reverberated throughout the stadium, as if an 8.0 magnitude earthquake had struck the entire city.

What happened up ahead?

Upon hearing the loud noise ahead, the members of the Ise Armed Forces who were heading towards the Feilieka all looked up, their faces showing shock.

"Gulp..."

Some people couldn't help but swallow, their eyes widening, and they couldn't help but say something.

"What on earth have Peji's people done in this city?!"

Upon hearing his words, the soldiers around him also looked tense and felt angry.

Whether it was the terrifying beast that appeared in the sky just now, or the loud noise that just came from the city ahead, it was enough to prove one thing.

Their journey is likely to be extremely dangerous.

However... this armed force is not afraid of danger; they are simply furious that the puppet government is secretly developing these terrifying biological weapons, treating human life as if it doesn't matter!

They... must liberate this country and completely eliminate the puppet regime.

At this moment, they...

It is still unclear whether the intelligence painstakingly obtained by the organization is actually a trap and also false information.

At the same time.

Ian and the others who had arrived at the scene frowned as they stared at the massive, cracked crater hundreds of meters in diameter in front of them.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring everyone's view.

"Master..." Biscuit looked nervous, staring at the thin figure in the distance, very worried.

"Father..." Aimina and Eluna stood side by side, watching Sashado being defeated, their expressions complicated, their voices murmuring.

Located at the edge of the massive crater, Netero's body was intermittently visible amidst the smoke and dust.

"Huffing and puffing..."

After a brief burst of full power, unleashing a powerful strike that combined "Essence, Energy, and Spirit, and spirit" into one.

Even Netero was now covered in sweat, breathing heavily. At the same time, his previously bright white pupils gradually returned to normal, and his aged, cloudy eyes stared intently ahead as he thought to himself.

"Is it over...?"

That last strike had exhausted all his strength.

It's fair to say that if that last move hadn't completely defeated the enemy, then... he wouldn't have had a chance...

At this moment.

Located tens of meters below, Sashado's armor was shattered, some pieces even embedding themselves deep into his body. Crimson blood splattered across the bottom of the pit, his joints twisted, and he looked like a rag doll that had been smashed to pieces.

He remained motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the sky.

Because they had endured Netero's final, intense attack.

His body was burning hot, steaming with boiling white heat, just like a steamed bun fresh out of a steamer.

"Heh... hehe..."

Suddenly, his dark eyes shifted slightly, and he let out a hoarse laugh.

"So this is... the power of the Extreme Realm...? How terrifying..."

"He's clearly just a fragile mortal, yet he rendered me, the king, utterly defenseless..."

"However, the game ends here..."

It is located at the edge of the giant deep pit.

The moment he heard Sashado laugh, Netero's face, already panting heavily, turned extremely ugly.

He understood...

The monster in front of us is not dead...

And he might never have another chance to kill him!

Thinking of this, his expression gradually calmed down. He had done everything he could and given his all, but in the end, he was no match for his opponent. There was nothing more to say.

The opponent truly lived up to his reputation as a former king; his strength was beyond what he could challenge in his current state.

"Shh..."

Just then...

Netero noticed that from the surrounding ruins of the city, streams of Black Mud were slowly seeping into the pit. He frowned slightly and dodged the Black Mud with a few leaps.

Inside the Ruins' passage, he had personally witnessed that the Black Mud enveloping those humanoid monsters belonged to Sashado.

Although the specific purpose of this Black Mud is not yet clear, as a seasoned Nen user, Netero naturally would not rashly come into contact with it.

Ian and the others also noticed the Black Mud overflowing around them, and Ian spoke softly.

"It seems... even Netero's powerful attack just now wasn't enough to defeat that guy..."

"Just as I expected, Sashado is a hot potato, not so easy to kill. In fact... I suspect his revenge is coming soon."

At this point, he suddenly turned his head to look at Biscuit and reminded her.

"Biscuit, now you should prepare to run away with us..."

"As for the chairman, if he insists on taking action, I can help him, but... let me make one thing clear first: I will not directly confront that troublesome guy, as it goes against some of my plans. Therefore, if Netero wants to persuade me otherwise, please explain this to him from the sidelines."

To be honest, Sashado's existence does not directly conflict with Ian's interests.

Previously, in the Ruins, due to hostile relations, we almost pulled out a nuclear bomb and blew the other side up.

But the other party was smart enough to just run away...

Although he helped seal the Gandor Ruins, it was mainly to help that guy Jin and Netero; the monster Sashado resurrected from inside and had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, with the opponent present, they can be used as firepower to draw V5's attention, giving him enough time to develop.

If Netero can defeat his opponent, he wouldn't mind using a gadget to help Netero.

However... if the opponent cannot defeat Sashado, he won't be foolish enough to rush in as V5's pawn and help them understand this tricky problem.

Standing beside Ian.

If we were to say who among those present had the most complex feelings, it would be...

That should be... Aimina and Eluna.

The two sisters looked rather grim, especially Eluna, who was different from Aimina.

This was the first time Eluna had seen this Black Mud, a symbol of pollution and depravity, and her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Is this... my father now...?"

Although I haven't met him in person yet, I can already tell the whole story from just a glimpse. If even the secondary abilities have become like this, how good can the real person be?

Aimina looked melancholy, shook her head and then nodded, without saying anything more.

Ian, who was standing to the side, was about to speak, wanting to say to Eluna... "You haven't seen your father's original appearance yet. He looks exactly like a charred corpse that was just pulled out from under the boiler."

However, seeing that Aimina didn't say anything, he didn't bother to say anything more.

In the end, Aimina bore the brunt of it all alone.

I can't help but sigh, she's ultimately the older sister...

This Black Mud... is evidence of the corruption of King of Gondor Sashado of Gondor. His daughters, Aimina and Eluna, do not believe that their father possesses these corrupting powers.

Their father should have been a figure of glory and light, a great king who brought victory and hope to Gondor, and whose every action was just.

But... because of the power of the Fear-Eater, he has fallen to this state...

Just then...

The Black Mud had slowly seeped into the giant, deep pit.

Like the gentlest tentacles, they slowly touched Sashado, protecting his broken body, as if helping the king back onto his throne. Then, they greedily absorbed all the spilled blood.

Sashado slowly sat down in the pitch-black Black Mud.

Supported by his opponent, he looked up at the top of the pit with the air of a king wielding some kind of authority, and sneered.

"The game of mortal warfare is over. Now, I invite you to play my game..."

As soon as he finished speaking...

"Boom!!"

Within the entire deep pit, Black Mud seemed to surge wildly and rapidly. Then, the rocks and soil at the bottom of the pit beneath him instantly transformed into a cold stone chair, supported by mountain-like boulders rising continuously below.

Sashado was like God sitting on a throne, lifted high by a mountain; the wounds on his body were rapidly disappearing as the Black Mud seeped in.

At the same time.

Everyone present, including Ian, had a change in expression.

After all, besides the incredibly shocking scene before them, the powerful aura and Nen emanating from the opponent were simply too astonishing.

Compared to that, Netero's Nen bursts out earlier were like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.