This belief was like an unstoppable golden sword.
It cleaved apart the Slaughter World condensed from countless battle data.
As the massive fragments of data transformed into crystalline blood-red butterflies and danced through the air, they also melted into Meng Chao's brain like clusters of vibrant falling flowers.
Meng Chao's consciousness returned to the real world, to his own body.
His five senses and facial features reconnected. His first impression was that he had grown quite a bit taller, and his line of sight had risen.
Looking down, he discovered that the Totem Armor which had just been attached to the legendary Gladiator "Two Four Nine"—like a black fortress, with lava still flowing through the gaps in its plating—now wrapped obediently around his body.
The lava that moments ago could have boiled his organs, burned his bones and flesh to ashes, had now become streams of warmth that nourished all thirty-six thousand pores across his body. He felt as though he were soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable that he could not help letting out a pleased groan.
As for the pair of incomparably ferocious Flame War Hammers, Skull Crusher, chains had wound around them and bound them tightly to his arms. They were connected to his bloodline, faintly transmitting ripples of Spiritual Energy that represented "submission."
Meng Chao knew, however, that Skull Crusher's submission was only temporary.
If he were defeated by an even more powerful enemy and lost the ability to cultivate and fight again,
Skull Crusher would abandon him without hesitation.
Just as it had abandoned Two Four Nine moments ago.
Still, Meng Chao was very satisfied.
"I will not fail. At the very least, I absolutely will not fail before I crush the apocalypse!"
He said it to Skull Crusher.
And to himself.
As though