84: Chapter 83 An Unforgettable Face
Xiao Yue was stunned.
All fear vanished at this moment, replaced by an indescribable sense of security that struck straight to her Soul.
She tried to see the man's face clearly.
There was no obstruction, no fog. Every instant, she saw the face of an ordinary man, but the next instant, that face would slip away and change in her memory.
At first glance, he looked like a gentle senior from college; at the second glance, he looked like the stern neighbor next door; at the third glance, he became a complete stranger. Every moment, his features shifted and slipped away.
It was as if her cognition was veiled by an unknown mist; her brain simply could not process the information of that face.
A immense sense of emptiness and regret welled up in her heart. She desperately opened her eyes wide, wanting to remember something.
"Be at ease."
"Close your eyes."
"It will be over soon."
The man's voice came.
It was not loud, very soft. Yet it carried a strange power that smoothed over all turbulence.
Xiao Yue and the male combatant were as obedient as well-behaved children. Upon hearing these words, their bodies immediately relaxed completely, and they closed their eyes.
The next second.
A very faint "pop" sounded in her ear.
It was like someone casually squeezing a cheap plastic bubble.
The sea breeze blew on her face again.
She didn't know how many seconds had passed.
Xiao Yue tentatively opened her eyes.
The sky had returned to a deep blue, and looking into the distance, it was clear and boundless.
The pressure overhead had disappeared. The darkness had retreated.
That hundred-meter-tall super high-grade deep-sea giant crab—was gone.
No corpse, no severed limbs, not even a drop of blood left behind.
The hundred-meter-long behemoth, under that man's palm, seemed to have been forcibly erased, along with the very concept of its existence, by some power that transcended dimensions.
Xiao Yue subconsciously looked around, desperately wanting to find that back wearing a T-shirt.
But the deck was empty.
That figure, which had given her the ultimate sense of security, could no longer be found.
It felt as if a piece had been scooped out of her heart, leaving behind a black hole that could never be filled.
...
After Yang Hang crushed the hundred-meter giant crab in his palm with one hand.
He had no intention of staying; as he turned to activate Infinite Horizon to head towards the Revival Society.
His footsteps paused slightly, just as he locked eyes with President Shen Qing, who was rushing over with more than thirty Silver Grade powerhouses from a hundred meters away.
Just that one glance meeting in mid-air.
President Shen Qing froze, her steps stopping abruptly.
Zhao Zheng and the others behind her also slammed on the brakes, splashing up a large amount of water.
They all stared intently at that figure beside the Houseboat.
The giant crab was gone.
And the young man's figure stood there, appearing out of thin air, yet it felt as if he had always been there.
She subconsciously wanted to look closely at the young man's face.
But the next moment, her brain instantly fell into extreme chaos.
President Shen Qing's absolute rationality, which she took pride in, and the logical thinking she had cultivated through years of scientific research, collapsed instantly the moment she saw that face.
She could not see it clearly.
She could not remember it.
She felt that the seemingly ordinary shell possessed a certain absolute suppression over them in terms of status.
It was the appearance of an ordinary human, but it was definitely not the same species as them. Her heart told her this so frantically.
At this moment, combined with the super high-grade sea beast that had vanished instantly, and the miraculous rule-based creations on the Fate Platform.
An absurd, crazy, yet incomparably certain answer split through President Shen Qing's mind like lightning.
President Shen Qing's voice was trembling, carrying a kind of awe that even she herself had not noticed, as she squeezed three words from the depths of her throat:
"You are—"
But before she could finish that sentence, the young man's figure had already shifted his gaze and taken the next step.
Space folded like water ripples beneath his feet.
The figure vanished into thin air.
The sea breeze blew by.
President Shen Qing stood where she was, her whole body icy cold, her fingers clenching involuntarily.
Zhao Zheng swallowed hard, his voice dry: "Shen, Sister Shen... that person just now... could it be?"
President Shen Qing did not speak.
But the reply given by her silence was self-evident.
At this moment, everyone following behind her was stunned.
Unable to recover for a long time.
The entire Yanhuang Civilization, no, the entire Earth Star with its four billion people.
Perhaps.
Only that person could possibly possess such power.
And only that person could possibly have stepped in to help them—
The next second.
Yang Hang's figure arrived who knows how many thousands of nautical miles away, at the Revival Society defense line.
"Boom!"
The Renaissance main cannon "Heavenly Punishment" roared again. A ten-meter-diameter azure high-energy particle beam tore through the night sky, carrying the terrifying kinetic energy to destroy an island, and slammed fiercely into the bone armor on the back of that towering behemoth.
A blinding light exploded, and the high temperature instantly evaporated the surrounding seawater into a large cloud of white mist.
The smoke and dust dissipated.
Only three bone spikes on the behemoth's back had shattered, leaving a charred crater the size of a house. No blood flowed, and it didn't even damage the flesh.
Compared to its massive three-hundred-meter body, this didn't even count as a scratch.
"sea gods horn, control it! Don't let it dive!"
In the center of the sea, a Silver Grade survivor held a broken golden horn high with both hands.
His eyes were bloodshot; while frantically chugging red, blue, and yellow bottles, he was madly burning his physical strength and Mental Energy.
The seawater flowed upstream, turning into four thick water chains with a diameter of a hundred meters, tightly binding the behemoth's limbs. At the same time, extreme cold air spread, condensing a hard ice sheet with a radius of ten miles on the sea surface, forcibly creating a solid battlefield for the Human Race.
Over a thousand Silver Grade powerhouses stepped on the ice sheet, like a colony of ants facing a prehistoric titan.
"Thunderstorm Matrix!"
Dozens of lightning-type ability users that the Revival Society had managed to scrape together joined forces, and purple lightning as thick as a bucket turned into an electric net that covered it from above.
"Gravity Compression!"
"Extreme Cold Ice Spear!"
Over a thousand colorful high-grade Silver Grade abilities, carrying humanity's most primitive desire to survive, poured madly onto the behemoth's head and joints.
They were able to hold on until now, all thanks to the Cause and Effect Fate Platform's Numerical Panel and the three-colored life spring.
A burly man holding a giant axe was instantly cut in half by the airflow whipped out by the behemoth. But he held his head tightly, and the moment his health bar was almost instantly emptied, the power of the Life Spring disguised as a Numerical Panel inside his body erupted frantically. As blue and white light flickered, his lower body was frantically reconstructed within two seconds.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, chugged several bottles of red Life Spring that he had temporarily exchanged for, filled his Numerical Panel health bar, and charged up again with his axe.
"As long as my head doesn't explode, I'm immortal! Kill!"
High-intensity combat, extreme mental tension. Everyone was jumping back and forth on the edge of death.
But the limit was almost reached.
Inside the Renaissance's No. 1 command cabin, the atmosphere was frozen like ice.
"Energy reserves have dropped below forty percent." Director Sun Zheng stared at the screen, his hands gripping the table tightly, "The main cannon can fire at most three more shots. The auxiliary cannon array's overload rate has already reached eighty-five percent. If it misses, it will need at least ten days of charging time."
"It's playing." Director Lin Su gritted her teeth, her voice squeezed through her teeth, "We've been fighting for so long, it hasn't used its full strength at all!"
As if to confirm Director Lin Su's words, the behemoth had indeed lost patience.
It lowered its head, and a trace of anthropomorphic cruelty flashed in its huge vertical pupils.
"Roar—!"
A terrifying roar that pierced the Soul shook for a thousand miles.
Dark purple light erupted frantically from its body, wandering along the gaps in the bone armor. The next second, a red and purple intertwined ring-shaped shockwave blasted out with a force that destroyed everything in its path!
"Protect your heads!"
The ice sheet shattered instantly.
Over a thousand Silver Grade powerhouses were ruthlessly swept away by the shockwave like fallen leaves in a gale.
In mid-air, severed limbs flew about. As long as they protected their heads tightly, their broken bodies would begin to be enveloped by the blue and white light of the Life Spring in mid-air, frantically reconstructing and repairing.
But there were also over a dozen survivors whose reactions were half a beat slow, and their heads were hit head-on by the shockwave. Their health bars instantly dropped to zero, and without even letting out a scream, they directly turned into ashes.
A large number of survivors were blown away to the sea surface thousands of meters away. They stood up, their bodies as good as new under the effect of the Life Spring, but their eyes revealed deep despair and powerlessness.
"If it weren't for Lord Fate Master launching the Numerical Panel before the magic tide arrived, if it weren't for the three-colored life spring distributed at any cost by the Little Life Society and the Revival Society, we would have already been wiped out by that last attack."
A swordsman who had lost his left arm crawled up from the sea, looking at his rapidly reconstructing arm, his voice trembling. "Lord Fate Master gave us a second life, but we... still can't hold the line."
Despair, sorrow, solemnity. All eyes crossed a thousand meters, locking tightly onto that Renaissance which no longer had any barriers.
The defense line had collapsed.
Without the containment of over a thousand powerhouses, without the restraints of the sea gods horn.
Renaissance, this three-hundred-meter-long Gold Tier super warship, was completely exposed before the three-hundred-meter behemoth.
"Woo—! Woo—!"
The piercing alarm sounded for a hundred miles around.
This was the highest directive of the Revival Society: all personnel disperse, retreat immediately.
The hundreds of thousands of ordinary survivors on the sea froze. They looked at that super warship facing the behemoth all alone, their eyes red.
Inside the No. 1 command cabin.
"Chief! You can't do this!" A council member stood up abruptly, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse, "Renaissance is our trump card! We can retreat! As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood!"
"Yes! As long as we core members are still here, the Revival Society can be rebuilt!"
Zheng Yuanshan stood before the holographic sea chart, his posture like a spear, motionless.
"Retreat? Where to retreat?" Zheng Yuanshan turned around, his voice low but overriding all the noise, "If we run, what about the hundreds of thousands of Yanhuang Survivors behind us? Let them use their lives to fill this beast's stomach?"
The command cabin was instantly deathly silent.
"The existence of the Revival Society is to protect Yanhuang Civilization." Zheng Yuanshan's gaze swept over everyone, sharp as a knife, "If we die, Yanhuang Civilization still exists. As long as the Fate Platform exists, as long as the Fate Master exists, Yanhuang Civilization's Foundation will not be broken. But if we retreat today, the Soul of the Revival Society will be scattered!"
He turned abruptly, strode to the main console, and slammed his fist onto the red highest authorization key.
"All ships, listen! Overlimit mode, activate!"
"Live and die together!" Director Sun Zheng ripped open his collar, roaring with bloodshot eyes.
"Live and die together!" Inside the command cabin, all the high-level council members roared in unison; the iron-blooded spirit of warriors overwhelmed the fear of death at this moment.
Click, click, click—
The Renaissance's massive hull began to tremble violently. Armor stripped away, living quarters, medical bays, and deck facilities all collapsed and reorganized.
The three-hundred-meter-long giant ship, in just ten seconds, abandoned all defense and life-support Systems, transforming into a giant steel cannon barrel pointing straight at the sky!
An extreme aura of destruction condensed at the muzzle, white electric light tore through space, emitting a teeth-achingly shrill hum.
The behemoth lowered its head.
Its hideous giant claw, enough to cover the entire warship, with devastating wind pressure, slammed down!