Walking outside was dangerous.
New explosive shockwaves, blinding flashes, and radioactive dust rose in the distance from time to time.
Gawain was completely hidden beneath the Ant Army.
Like a writhing cocoon.
Some ants died from time to time, only to be replaced by a fresh layer.
This was death, but also rebirth.
The newly born ants were better adapted to the environment after the Nuclear Explosion.
"Ordinary People are not suited to living among a group of Supermen."
Gawain looked at a town in the distance that was still intact and shook his head.
On the highway leading out of town, car after car desperately fled outward.
Yet the congested road made it impossible for them to pick up speed.
An arrogant, terrifying voice rang in their ears.
"Run, run. Given that the lethal radius of this Nuclear Explosion is thirty kilometers and the explosion will occur in the city center, while your escape speed is twenty kilometers per hour, solve this elementary school math problem: how long will it take you to reach safety?"
It was Clown's voice.
He floated in midair, looking down at the vehicles.
"An hour and a half."
"That's wrong. A ten-megaton Mushroom only has a lethal radius of around ten kilometers." That was some physicist.
"Correct, which is why I added a little something to it. Fireworks always need auxiliary materials to look prettier. Otherwise, it's just one little boom." Clown laughed.
A swarm of ants flew up, trying to cling to him.
"Boring things!" Clown snapped his fingers, and the flying ants all died.
"Little Red, can you find where that nuclear bomb is?" Since Gawain had seen it, he naturally could not ignore it.
He could not just watch a crowd of tens of thousands vanish into nothing before his eyes.