Bahamut's Wrath! (Third Bonus Chapter) / Shenzhou's Epic Wipeout (Fourth Bonus Chapter)

"Shinra, the demon!"

"The government is a devil!"

"Cursed Children, Demon!"

The heartbeats gradually emerged from the lips and teeth, converging into a river that shook the heavens. The fervent shouts gave the original victims of Star Mark Syndrome an unparalleled sense of belonging and cohesion.

They revealed the Geostigma on each other's bodies, responding to one another, and were immensely proud of the gifts they had received from God.

Those who concealed the truth, opened the Hell's Gate, Gastrea are the true demons!

The merciful Creator Jenova is an angel who came to save us!

Although these people are wary of the Imperial Army and the Self-Defense Forces and have not yet taken action, their hostility towards the Shinra and the government has taken deep root as their voices grow louder.

"This is bad! This feels like things are about to get out of control, President!"

The red-haired youth Reno, lowered the helicopter and watched as tens of thousands of patients with Star Mark Syndrome spontaneously took to the streets, chanting prayers fervently toward the image of angels in the sky. His expression changed drastically.

"Weather satellites! Space ladders! Bring everything out! Smash those things!"

"The Imperial Army and Self-Defense Forces shall immediately assemble and launch a full-scale crackdown! Live ammunition is permitted!"

"From this moment forward, any act of worshipping the Creator Jenova is tantamount to supporting a cult with the intention of subverting state power!"

Lufus snatched the walkie-talkie, his expression turning cold as he growled, his words brimming with murderous intent.

Even if he lived a life of luxury, he was still an outstanding person who climbed to the top by stepping on bones and blood.

The fact that her own father's body was still warm was enough to prove Lufus's ruthless and decisive nature.

He knew very well that the Creator Jenova's counterattack had begun, nearly destroying the fragile order that Shinra was barely maintaining with the same stigma.

Although upon closer examination, both sides are equally guilty of a series of unethical acts, such as Gastrea Virus, and have similar scandals.

However, Schrodinger Company and the Japanese Government, which have physical entities and are closely related to the lives of the people, are more obviously powerful institutions and are easily targeted as a form of control.

If this trend is allowed to continue, even before Japan sinks in three days, the enraged rioters will attack the various Schrodinger Company and the Japanese Government agencies that maintain their operations.

If not handled properly, it could even spread like wildfire and sweep across the entire country.

Immediately, under the command of the Shinra Supreme Leader, the assembled Imperial Army and Self-Defense Forces donned Tactical Exoskeleton and, piloting barely functional mechs, helicopters, and tanks, advanced in a pincer movement.

The perfectly synchronized steps and the overwhelmingly imposing high-tech weaponry poured a bucket of cold water on the heads of these potential cult members who had been bewitched and whose reason had been clouded.

"No gatherings! No worship of the Alien Evil God Jenova!"

"Return to your residence immediately and await rescue and arrangements!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

A professional army, the most cohesive organizational structure under human control, formed an impenetrable steel torrent. With a few charges wielding riot shields and batons, it scattered the terrified believers.

Immediately, the group of silly ducks scattered in the street, not daring to provoke its attack.

Thankfully, it didn't escalate into major chaos. As long as order is restored and the mouthpiece is controlled, who is right and who is wrong will ultimately be decided by the loudest voice, right? Lufus's expression softened slightly.

"Laugh!"

The Sky Ladder Railgun roared to life, its dazzling blue-white beam piercing the illusion created by the Creator Jenova.

"Hmph! Insects! Divine power... like a prison!"

In the blink of an eye, the gaping hole was closed. The colossal hand grasped the void, and strands of white light connected to form an intricate magic array. Amidst a deafening roar, a scaly claw was the first to emerge.

"Roar!"

A deafening rumble of thunder echoed outwards, and a colossal dragon with ram's horns, bat wings, and covered in jet-black scales, nearly a hundred meters long, burst forth from the other dimension, flapping its wings and swooping down toward Tokyo.

Bahamut, the Bahamut King! The summon of the Creator Jenova! She actually managed to create something like that!

Lufus's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank to the bottom.

According to his teacher Gast's compilation of ancient texts, Jenova Cells have the ability to mimic and replicate the appearance of other organisms.

This highly intelligent race, wandering the universe, not only plunders the resources of other planets, but also records the various powerful monsters they defeat into their biological templates.

Once enough energy is accumulated, the monsters can be perfectly recreated by releasing Jenova Cells, which is what is known as summoned beasts.

Clearly, this dragon was once an enemy of its creator, Jenova, and even after its defeat, it could not escape the fate of being enslaved by its own body.

"Sky Ladder Railgun! Quick! Take it down!"

Knowing how terrifying this thing was, Lufus grabbed the communicator and urgently issued orders.

But the moment it opened its mouth, the Dragon King Bahamut opened its giant maw and unleashed a blue-white Light Orb, crashing down on the mountain on the outskirts of Tokyo where the Sky Ladder Railgun was hidden.

Amidst flashes of lightning and sparks, half the hilltop was essentially leveled!

Now, forget about the Sky Ladder Railgun; if 30% of the people inside survive, they'll be incredibly lucky.

At the same time, wisps of black mist seeped from the cracks in the ground surrounding Tokyo, gradually coalescing into two-meter-tall Bone Horn Dragon Beast roared as they darted through the streets, charging towards the formations of the Imperial Army and the Self-Defense Forces.

"It's a mimicry life form created by the release of Jenova Cells! Hey, is everyone here? The president said to prepare the Mako Pulse Bomb!"

The red-haired delinquent banged on his earpiece and yelled at the Imperial Army. As for the Self-Defense Forces, who hadn't considered taking precautions against Jenova, they could only pray for good luck.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Upon receiving the order, the well-equipped Imperial Army maintained a stable formation and repelled the Bone Horn Dragon Beast one by one.

The unprepared Self-Defense Forces were thrown into chaos, with outdated tanks and armored vehicles being blown away and then destroyed upon impact.

After receiving fixed fire support from ground troops, the hastily scrambled fighter jets prepared for a standard cluster bombing run.

Unexpectedly, Bahamut's enormous shadow swept across the sky, tilted its head back and exhaled, and a blue- Light Orb exploded, forming hundreds of miniature energy balls that rained down on the fighter group like a meteor shower.

Under the attack of supernatural creatures, the unsuspecting fighter squadron suffered heavy losses, with only a few stragglers managing to escape the onslaught.

"President! This bastard is too tough! Missiles and lasers hit him and he's completely unharmed! And his Jenova Cells even have a self-healing effect, is he really doing this? This is fucking outrageous!"

Reno watched as the mechs on the ground adjusted their sights, opened their magazines, and unleashed a barrage of weapons at the beast, but the giant lizard on top didn't even lose a hair.

Okay, it's covered in scales and has no fur at all. It's like a frivolous, red-haired delinquent. He shrugged and muttered to himself.

"If you think you can turn the tide with such meager tactics, you're seriously underestimating Shinra!"

Lufus frowned and snorted coldly. He had even witnessed the killing of gods, so slaying dragons was nothing out of the ordinary.

At the same time, a silvery-white light flashed by, and the giant dragon that had taken off to "spit" seemed to have been hit on the head by a hammer weighing tens of tons, plummeting rapidly and crashing into a half-collapsed building.

"Give this to me! You all maintain formation, continue driving away the rioters, and prepare to take in the civilians!"

Lei Ting, dressed in a Nordic Valkyrie outfit, took off his sunglasses, casually tossed them aside, and then tapped them onto his earpiece, speaking in a cold whisper. His admirers, gazing at their dashing leader, responded excitedly.

Slaying dragons? I can give it a try...

The Valkyrie long pink hair dancing in the wind, gazed at the figure rising again from the billowing smoke and dust, and murmured to herself.

P. S.: I highly recommend the Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children CG movie, which you can watch on Bilibili. The fight with Bahamut in it is a classic team battle.

Chapter 541, Section 569: Shinra's Major Car Crash (Fourth Update)

What has happened to this world? As one of the followers of the Star Mark Syndrome, the young man looked at the collapsed buildings around him and the roar of the dragon in the sky, and fell into confusion.

He originally had a relatively happy family, but after the first Gastrea outbreak, his parents died one after the other while fleeing.

Having lost his means of livelihood, the destitute man had no choice but to come to the relatively safe Tokyo to make a living. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to get a job.

The monotonous life of a corporate slave is indeed very stressful. In order to meet the deadline, he once went without sleep for several days and nights. But as long as he is not abandoned by this cannibalistic society, he still has a glimmer of hope for the future.

However, fate always seems to play tricks on the same person, Star Mark Syndrome unfortunately befell him.

This infectious disease immediately turned him into a scourge that everyone avoided, and even with lifetime employment, he still couldn't keep his job.

Less than a week later, under the relentless targeting by his supervisor, he resigned and was effectively fired.

But nightmares followed one after another. Without a source of income, he couldn't afford to pay his mortgage, so the bank repossessed and auctioned off his small apartment, and all his personal belongings were seized.

A seemingly respectable middle-class person ends up receiving government aid and huddled under a bridge with homeless people for warmth.

I'm still young. As long as I can get better and continue to work hard, one day I will definitely be able to get back what I've lost!

The young man thought this way, longing day and night for the day he could overcome his Star Mark Syndrome, stand in the sunlight again, and be accepted by normal society.

But the Shinra reorganization and political upheaval led to a shift in the management of Star Mark Syndrome patients from laissez-faire to surveillance. The ensuing series of dramatic changes left this insignificant individual completely bewildered, unable to comprehend what was happening in the world.

Until the voice in their minds announced that Japan would sink in three days, and that all the suffering they had endured was a trick of the devil and a punishment from God.

God or demon, in this mad world, whom should they believe?

"Roar!"

The young man, lost in thought, was knocked down by the advancing Imperial Army. Before he could even react, a dark figure leaped out from the Ruins, opened its blood-red maw, and with a snap of its jaws, blew the soldier's head off.

The splattered blood and bone fragments made the young man tremble and stand frozen in place.

"Roar!"

After letting out a roar, the Bone Horn Dragon Beast didn't even glance at the young man sprawled on the ground. Instead, it turned and pounced on another Imperial Army soldier, continuing to slaughter the Schrodinger Company's lackeys.

For some reason, looking at the monster charging through the crowd, the young man's blood boiled. He felt a call from his own animalistic nature, and a strong urge to destroy seemed to gradually break through the floodgates.

To hell with the world! To hell with the Shinra! To hell with the government!

We are not patients! Nor are we losers abandoned by society! We are God's chosen people! All who hinder the coming of our Lord are evil!

"Those are God's apostles! They are the hounds that punish evil! They will not harm the Lord's flock!"

The young man, basking in self-satisfaction, pointed at the Bone Horn Dragon Beast that had bypassed the Star Mark Syndrome patients and directly slaughtered the Imperial Army and Self-Defense Force soldiers, and shouted excitedly.

His fanatical expression, combined with the blood splattered on his face, made him look incredibly ferocious.

"Schrodinger Company is the greatest evil!"

Seizing the opportunity, the young man pounced forward and tore through the throat of a Self-Defense Force soldier. The taste of the blood flowing down his throat was surprisingly sweet.

The discriminatory treatment of the Bone Horn Dragon Beast further solidified the Star Mark Syndrome sufferers' belief in their status Chosen of God, and they glared hatefully at the army that was building defenses to intercept the dragon beasts.

Humans are forgetful and tend to attribute their disappointments and misfortunes to external factors.

Perhaps they have long forgotten that when the Gastrea Invasion, it was these people who stood on the front line, blocking wave after wave of attacks and protecting humanity's sanctuary;

When tens of thousands of refugees were displaced, it was the state that organized relief efforts and distributed supplies, minimizing casualties.

When the Star Mark Syndrome occurred, Schrodinger Company suspended other operations, reserved the right to produce inhibitors, and distributed them free of charge...

There is a kind of revenge that is most tragic: those who cannot find a clear target, so they resort to venting their anger, thus hurting the world.

Therefore, they do not need to provide concrete evidence of the crimes committed by Schrodinger Company and the government, nor do they need to identify who the culprits are, or what efforts some individuals have made to bring about change.

All they needed was an object to vent their resentment, a way to denounce injustice. Since the Creator Jenova was hard to find, they could only pin all their blame on the powerful forces they could see.

What is the truth? What is justice? It doesn't matter.

Human nature is so blind and fickle. Once the seeds of rebellion take root and sprout, reason will be taken over by fanaticism. People lose their restraint and reverence, and naturally transform into vengeful Beast.

The root of the problem is in turmoil!

Lufus's face was grim. He slammed his fist on the helicopter door and stared at the group of infected people below who were filled with hatred. His facial muscles twitched violently.

After this battle, Jenova, the creator who had been driven to the brink of despair, has completely shaken the legitimacy of Schrodinger Company and the Japanese Government, and the two sides are once again on the same level.

Perhaps... worse...

"Sera, listen to me! It's not safe there anymore. Leave home! Take Mei and go to the Abandoned Commercial District, to the Seventh Heaven Bar. Find Tifa, the owner there, and beg her to take you in!"

On the top floor, Thunder frowned as he stared at the chaos below. In a serious tone, he ordered his sister to immediately take Raiden Mei and move away.

"Roar!"

As the phone call ended, Bahamut, the dragon king whose horn had broken off and whose left wing had been forcibly severed, struggled to take flight, his eyes bloodshot, and a blue-white energy ball with a diameter of over a thousand meters gathering in his mouth.

Trouble! Looking at the thousands of the Imperial Army soldiers within the blast radius, Thunder tightened his arm shield, drew his Gunblade, and prepared to take the hit head-on.

However, just as she was about to rise and charge back, a narrow rift appeared in the sky, and a crimson beam of light, hundreds of meters in diameter, struck her from above.

In an instant, the surrounding space shattered like a mirror. The ferocious Bahamut was struck by the beam of light, instantly dissolving and vaporizing with a mournful cry, leaving a huge hole in the sky.

"You've disappointed me, Lufus..."