MMB Chapter 330 The Master's "Key"
Chapter 330 The Master's "Key"
"boom--!!!"
A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to shake the entire underground cavity.
The violent airflow spread wildly outwards from the point where Jian Wuchen and Aug clashed, lifting up the thick fungal carpet on the ground and revealing the hard rock layer beneath.
However, the bloody scene of humans being smashed into mincemeat, as envisioned, did not occur.
Jian Wuchen, the thin and frail-looking young man in black, simply stretched out one palm and steadily supported Aug's fist, which was larger than his entire body and burning with violent energy.
His body remained completely still.
His expression didn't change at all.
It was as if what he was catching was not a full-force attack from a space berserker capable of destroying a small town, but simply an apple falling from the sky.
"This...this...cannot...be possible..."
For the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in Aug's single, scarlet eye.
He could clearly feel that his berserk power, capable of tearing through starship armor, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the other's palm, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
The other person's body was like a bottomless black hole, easily swallowing everything he was proud of.
This completely exceeded his understanding of power.
"The course is over."
Jian Wuchen ignored Aug's shock.
He simply said something to Marcus behind him, who was also in a daze.
Then, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Aug, who was now completely monstrous.
"You are not worthy to stand here."
Jian Wuchen's voice was very soft, but it was like an invisible, heavy hammer that slammed into the depths of Aug's soul.
next second.
He made his move.
He gently clenched his fist with his five fingers.
"Click...click..."
A series of teeth-grinding, bone-cracking sounds rang out!
Augna, whose enormous fist was encased in ferocious bone armor, was actually crushed by Jian Wuchen!
"ah--!!!"
Aug let out a bloodcurdling scream, a scream of extreme pain!
He wanted to pull his hand back.
But he found that his arm was as if it were being held firmly by an unshakeable sacred mountain, and he couldn't move at all!
"The game is over."
Jian Wuchen's voice remained indifferent.
He slowly raised his other hand.
That hand, with fingers pointing like a sword.
A wisp of golden sword energy, barely perceptible, flashed and disappeared from the fingertip.
Then, he pointed at Augna's enormous body from afar.
Aug's screams abruptly stopped.
His enormous body suddenly stiffened.
He looked down, staring incredulously at his own chest.
There, at some unknown time, appeared a small, open hole, a bloody hole.
There were no burn marks around the blood hole.
Only, pure, sharp.
His berserk body, like a punctured balloon, quickly deflated, shrank, and returned to its original size.
His menacing power armor was also shattered and scattered all over the ground.
"Thump."
Aug's corpse, lying face up.
In his single eye, there still lingered endless fear and bewilderment.
He died without ever understanding what kind of being he had offended.
Jian Wuchen withdrew his finger.
It was as if I had only done something trivial, a small thing.
He turned around and looked at Marcus and Olaf, who had just recovered from his shock.
Then, he slowly drew the ancient iron sword from his back.
Marcus and Olaf both felt a sudden tightness in their hearts!
What does he want to do?
Could it be that he intends to... even take us...?
However, Jian Wuchen did not point the tip of his sword at them.
He simply held that seemingly ordinary iron sword and casually swung it at the empty space above his head.
A sword light, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot into the sky and vanished instantly at the top of the dark cave.
After doing all this, Jian Wuchen put the iron sword back into the scabbard on his back.
The whole process was so smooth and fast that it made one think it was an illusion.
Marcus and Olaf both looked completely bewildered.
I don't understand. What exactly did he mean by that inexplicable sword strike?
However, the next second.
Dozens of kilometers away, the "Blood Axe" warship hovered in mid-air.
That interstellar behemoth that made the entire US military base feel oppressed and desperate.
Suddenly, without warning, it split open from the middle.
A perfectly smooth and precise cut extended from the bow of the ship to its stern.
This massive warship, nearly a kilometer long, was perfectly split in two!
The energy core inside the warship instantly went out of control!
"boom--!!!"
A deafening explosion resounded across the North American continent!
A gigantic mushroom cloud rose into the sky!
A terrifying energy shockwave swept across an area of tens of kilometers!
Inside the US forward base, the American soldiers who were still gloating and watching the spectacle were instantly terrified by this sudden apocalyptic scene, running away in panic and crying for their parents.
Inside the Huaxia camp, Yu Jizi's "Golden Light Array" was shaking violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.
And, in the epicenter of the explosion, in the closest zone, Zero.
Jian Wuchen simply waved his sleeve lightly.
An invisible wall of air blocked all the shockwaves and energy turbulence from the outside.
He, Marcus, and Olaf behind him, didn't even feel a wisp of wind.
They simply stared blankly at the god-like figure before them who had cleaved the starship in two with a single sword strike, their minds completely blank.
"This... this is what you call 'interstellar level' combat power..." Olaf muttered to himself. He felt that his worldview had been completely crushed and reshaped.
Jian Wuchen ignored their shock.
He took something out of his pocket and threw it to Marcus.
That was a rhombus-shaped object made entirely of blue crystal.
As soon as it appeared, it resonated in a wonderful way with the "phase beacon" that was slowly taking shape in the distance.
It is the "ignition key".
Marcus, instinctively, caught the "key".
The cool touch from his palm jolted him back to his senses.
"It's the master's order," Jian Wuchen said calmly.
"This 'key' is now yours."
"Or rather, it belongs to the Supreme Commander of the North American Theater."
"As for how to use it..."
A meaningful smile curved the corners of Jian Wu-Chen's lips.
"Well, that depends on his choice."
After saying that, Jian Wuchen's figure turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared from the spot.
Only Marcus and Olaf remained, standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Marcus, head bowed, looked at the "key" in his hand, a key that could decide the fate of the world. His gaze was incredibly complex.
Just then.
Suddenly, a specially made communicator on his waist rang.
That was a line that bypassed all the shielding and directly connected to the White House's highest-level encrypted line.
Marcus hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.
"Marcus! Marcus! Answer me! What happened over there?! Why did the 'Blood Axe' warship explode?!"
On the other end of the phone came the President's panicked yet urgent voice.
"Did you get the 'key'?! The people from the 'Sky Dome Martial Alliance' are here to help you! You have to cooperate with them! Do you hear me?!"
Marcus, listen, the voice on the other end of the phone, still giving orders, has fallen silent.
He slowly raised his head and glanced at the huge beacon in the distance.
Then, he made a decision that surprised both the president on the other end of the phone and Olaf beside him.
He cut off communications with the White House.
Then, he turned on another communication line.
A route leading to the No. 1 command center in Beijing, thousands of miles away.
"This is 'Death'."
"Calling, Commander-in-Chief."