245 Giant God Returns

"Society is nothing but a beast, and you and I are merely the most insignificant red blood cells in that beast. You cannot change the world, just as as a cell, you can never decide what the mind thinks."

"You were released by this beast called 'Society' as a plague virus to infect other living people, turning them into cells like yours, under the guise of liberation—but what is it really? You have only created more cells, causing more people to suffer just like you! You are not even as good as slaves, because slaves at least know how to resist!"

"We destroyed our own world, then were incited to trample on other people's homes, ultimately only making the society behind us more gluttonous."

Horst and White Shark exchanged a glance, each noticing the absurdity in the other's eyes.

"You're right. Maybe, well, maybe only society is like this in this world." White Shark suppressed a laugh, grabbed Igolai·Matthew's hair, and said cruelly, "Since you're determined to think we're a menace, but we menaces are still quite tolerant of our own people—I'll give you a choice."

His fingertips dug into his scalp, causing a crack in his armor that revealed sharp, slender shark teeth:

"Tell us, where did you send the senator [the tailor] that Horst painstakingly unearthed?"

Blood of Ether seeped from Igolai·Matthew's scalp. He glanced at the White Shark and said calmly:

"Sent to heaven."

"How dare you murder a senator!" White Shark roared in fury. "You traitorous villain, are you plotting a rebellion? The [Emperor] Speaker will never forgive you!"

"Hehe, don't get agitated, I was just joking." Igolai·Matthew grinned, revealing a pleased smile, "How could I possibly hurt a defenseless girl?"

"Igolai·Matthew, this is no joke." Horst slowly raised his hand, and an hourglass appeared in the air in his palm. "As the [Bellringer], I have the ability to resurrect my compatriots who have recently died. As long as it is no more than 10 years, I can reverse her life. I want to see her alive or dead."

"What if I don't know where that girl went?"

"That's alright." Horst smiled slightly. "White Shark."

White Shark casually tossed his hand and pulled out a cane made from a girl's spine and head from his arm. "Come on, Sister Zonia, greet this gentleman."

Igolai·Matthew's pupils contracted, and he cursed:

"You beast, how could you turn such a young child into a machine..."

"It's just a temporary, half-finished product. Only the [Engineer] Councilor and the [Scholar] have the ability to create a complete institution. I know, Mr. Igolai·Matthew, you are a fearless and righteous tough guy. Faced with the olive branch from the [Scholar], you refused out of anger because of your inner principles and integrity, fled the [Hidden Society], and preferred to wander in the Star Abyss rather than become a distinguished jury."

Horst, holding the hourglass, smiled and said:

"But you've lived on this planet for decades, so you must know some people."

"What you up to--"

"Forty years should be enough time for my friends to start families and build careers, right? They should all have sons and granddaughters, and people they love and care about, right?"

"You bastard, you bloodthirsty monster, you piece of trash whose very soul was devoured by Gaia!"

"Say what you will, but you need to know one thing: as citizens of society, we have no weaknesses."

He lifted the hourglass and turned to look at the survivors wearing gas masks, shivering beside him, his gaze especially falling on an infant lying on its mother's corpse.

The father did his best to cover the child with a specially made mask. It must be said that the father reacted very quickly and immediately identified the spread of the Ether Toxic Blood. The mother was also very strong. Even though she was about to die, she still held the child tightly in her arms, forming a safe triangular space.

Igolai·Matthew's pupils constricted, and he struggled violently:

"—Stop! [The Bellringer], if you have a problem, come at me! Don't lay a hand on innocent people! You beast, you bastard, you piece of shit, you lay a hand on a child, who the hell do you think you are!"

"I was nothing to begin with. Everything I have now—my identity and profession—was given to me by the [Hidden Society].

Horst raised the hourglass in his hand, pointed it at the baby, and asked Igolai·Matthew with a smile, "Guess what kind of institution I'll turn it into?"

"It doesn't matter what you turn it into."

A rough voice suddenly rang out.

Clang, clang, clang...

The iron boots pounded on the ice and snow, accompanied by the red and black sky outside, producing a thunderous sound.

"The important thing is that I will turn you into mincemeat and use the poisonous blood in your body to irrigate this wasteland."

Isaac Maxim's figure slowly emerged from the night, his body covered in armor of dragon scales, metal, and mountains. He spread his arms, flames and ice dancing wildly, interspersed with flashes of electricity, while a gravitational shield protected him from the wind and snow. Pure physical power trampled the earth, and through his true silver eyes, he coldly observed the trajectory of their destinies.

Igolai·Matthew quickly sensed the newcomer's biofrequency; his years of living on Azure Planet had honed his sensitivity to the Daoist hierarchy.

He was initially overjoyed to see someone come to his rescue, but upon truly sensing the aura, his expression immediately changed drastically, and he cried out urgently, "Alpha Rank aura—mortals, run! They're not human, they're monsters with poisonous blood flowing through their veins—uh!"

"Cut!"

The White Shark slammed Igolai·Matthew down, stepped on his head with one foot, and, with the blade still in one hand, said disdainfully:

"What are you, a mere Alpha Rank nobody, worth—"

Splat!

The White Shark's head exploded instantly from the impact.

Splat!

Then, the enormous fist pierced through the White Shark's skull.

Splat!

The remaining brain matter splattered everywhere, and even the spine was violently impacted by the kinetic energy, dragged out along with its flesh and skin, and fell to the ground.

[White Knight] Yuhelai, dead.

Combat time: 0.22 seconds.

Such a rapid change left Sailor Igolai·Matthew, whose vision was blurred by brain matter and blood, completely bewildered. Horst, standing nearby, could only put down the hourglass, which swayed twice in mid-air.

"The Evening Bell Announces Death."

The White Shark's body instantly reversed, its time and space rapidly reversing. The flying brains, blood, and bones, like a videotape playing in reverse, quickly went backward and returned to their original state.

"So that's how it is. You're the one who resurrected this beast."

Li Aoz shook his head. He had summoned too many Aoneng, and Isaac had started complaining to him and playing the victim.

Even so, Isaac's body still steadily withstood so much Aoneng. As a [Martial Artist], his talent was a bit too good. Even if Li Aoz hadn't recruited him, he would probably be a martial saint master on Azure Planet.

He glanced at the White Knight, who had been resurrected and looked terrified and astonished, and at the Bellringer, who was frowning and deep in thought, and shrugged.

"Forget it, whatever intelligence we have, let's kill them, eat them, and then talk about it later."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

Bloodline

[Physical Enhancement · Omega Rank]

All 24 Aoneng of [Physical Enhancement] instantly fell on Li Aoz, and his figure instantly broke through the fortress's shackles, transforming into a huge, ferocious, and towering behemoth radiating overwhelming heat.

The Destruction Giant God – Doom Kong!