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Chapter 1004 Major Event! The Collapse of the Firestorm
The elemental being suddenly stood up, its body instantly expanding, the liquid metal forming a colossal shape that exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He pointed to the camera hanging from the studio ceiling, the sound reverberating throughout the studio and across television screens in countless homes:
"Look at the rage of the firestorm. This is the instinctive reaction after being used and deceived. We are weapons, created and then feared!"

Watching the debate between the elementals and the firestorm on TV, everyone on the farm fell silent, their expressions varied.

Peter stroked his chin and looked out the window.

Things are getting more and more complicated!
A few hours later.

The Siberian winds, like countless ice blades, slice through the exposed steel frame of abandoned steel plants in the Ural industrial region.

Zhi Shi, a core member of the Russian national superhuman reaction force "Winter Guard," hovers atop the central cooling tower of the factory.

His entire body was covered in thick, metallic armor, with scorching white vapor gushing from his joints, and two massive particle-accelerating cannons on his back hissing in the low temperature.

He had just completed a crackdown on a transnational group smuggling superhuman weapons, and black smoke was still rising from the ruins beneath his feet.

"Salt-burning scholar!!!"

A furious roar tore through the cold wind and exploded in the air.

A fiery meteor, interwoven with crimson and orange hues, hurtled towards the cooling tower at a terrifying speed far exceeding the speed of sound, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

The warrior's pupils contracted, and the particle cannon on his back instantly charged, firing out two thick, dark blue energy beams in a crisscross pattern.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

The upper half of the ancient cooling tower, like a crushed clay sculpture, disintegrated amidst the blinding clash of energy.

Countless tons of concrete and twisted steel bars crashed down on the factory below like a meteor shower, stirring up clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

Firestorm burst forth from the center of the explosion, hovering in mid-air, surrounded by plasma flames, his hair standing on end.

His face no longer showed any of the usual struggle or rationality, only the most primal rage.

"You frozen Siberian shit!"

The sound of the firestorm distorted and deformed amidst the roar of energy. "You spout nonsense on TV and then hide back in your ice cave? 'Superhuman conspiracy'? 'Living weapon'? I'll show you today what a 'weapon' driven to the brink by you scum can unleash!"

He came to settle accounts with Zhishi.

This guy's nonsense made him the subject of public judgment.

After the live television broadcast ended, he flew to Russia to settle accounts with this guy.

The warrior steadied himself from the smoke and dust, his voice coming from under his helmet: "Firestorm, a product of America's out-of-control actions. Your presence confirms the existence of the conspiracy. You have intruded into Russian airspace and attacked national defenders, which constitutes an act of war. Surrender immediately."

"surrender?!"

Firestorm roared and thrust both hands forward violently.

A destructive torrent of heat, tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, surged toward the scorching earth with an overwhelming force that could incinerate everything.

Wherever it passed, the air ionized, and the metal debris of the ruins below instantly melted into molten iron.

The twin cannons behind the Blazing Warrior were at full power, and the azure energy shield instantly expanded to its limit. At the same time, two thicker beams of particle cannon shot out, attempting to neutralize the devastating heat wave.

Blue and red collided violently once again.

This time, the scale of the explosion far exceeded that of the previous ones.

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread out in a spherical shape, completely leveling several already crumbling factory buildings in the vicinity.

"For Russia! For order!"

An electronic sound rang out between the explosions, and then several figures tore through the smoke and dust, joining the battle!

"Froststar," a warrior clad in armor shrouded in icy aura, unleashes a chilling storm of ice with a wave of his hands.

The collision of extreme cold and extreme heat produced violent explosive steam that instantly enveloped a large area.

"Steel Jaw," a mechanical giant nearly three meters tall, made entirely of active shape memory alloy, charged towards the firestorm with earth-shaking strides, its enormous alloy fist slamming down.

The firestorm roared as a concentrated jet of high-temperature energy struck the steel jaw's chest, melting a large hole in its hard alloy shell.

"Snow Owl," a female warrior who can manipulate sound waves and create illusions, moves like a ghost through steam and smoke, emitting infrasound and mental illusions to disrupt the energy control of the firestorm.

The group worked together to deal with the Firestorm, with the Blazing Warrior's ranged energy suppression, Froststar's crowd control and freezing, Steeljaw's frontal assault, and Snowowl's mental interference.

Firestorm, with the skillful coordination of the Winter Guard, was stretched thin.

"Ugh!"

Not long after, Firestorm let out a painful roar as a cunning beam of particles grazed the left shoulder of the Blazing Warrior, leaving a charred wound.

The stability of the fused entity began to fluctuate drastically.

"His core is unstable! Focus your attack on the energy convergence point!" Zhi Shi shouted to his teammates.

Frostnova's ice storm intensified instantly, expanding its range and drastically reducing the temperature of the space around the firestorm, attempting to freeze the raging plasma flow within his body.

The muzzles of the twin cannons behind the Blazing Warrior shone with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, as massive amounts of energy converged wildly, and the air around the muzzles emitted terrifying buzzing and lightning due to ionization.

The firestorm felt a deadly threat.

Instead of trying to control it, he unleashed all the violent energy within him, hysterically and without reservation.

"Get out of my way, all of you!!!"

A sphere of light, centered on him, instantly expanded and was born.

The ball of light instantly devoured Frostnova's ice storm, the boulder thrown by Steeljaw, and the infrasound and phantom emitted by Snow Owl.

Wherever the sphere of light touched, whether it was twisted steel bars or cold concrete, everything underwent a strange and complete transformation the moment it came into contact with the pure white light.

They lost their original form and were forcibly transformed into completely transparent plexiglass in a fraction of a second!
Frostnova remained in the pose of wielding her ice storm, transforming into a crystal-clear ice warrior sculpture, her face still showing astonishment.

The massive alloy body of the steel jaw rapidly "glassed" upwards from the foot that made contact with the light sphere, its attempt to retreat frozen in an awkward posture.

Snow Owl's figure appeared at the edge of the sphere of light. She tried to fly away in terror, but her lower body had already turned into solidified glass.

The sphere of light expanded rapidly, instantly sweeping across a large area beneath the cooling tower.

There, a large number of Uralsk citizens, drawn by the earth-shattering battle, had already gathered.

Some were taking photos with their phones, some were simply curious, and some were even filled with anger towards the "American monster," holding sticks and Molotov cocktails as they approached the edge of the ruins, wanting to tear the fallen intruder apart with their own hands.

A pure white light swept across the crowd.

The arm holding the phone turned into glass, and the excited expression on the face was frozen in the transparent material.

The man wielding the stick, his forward-charging posture transformed into that of a statue.

A mother holding her child, terrified and trying to escape, her body, tightly embracing her child, instantly becomes glassy.

More than a hundred citizens, each in a different pose, were all turned into plexiglass at the edge of the abandoned steel plant.

Sunlight penetrated their transparent bodies, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

A suffocating silence enveloped the industrial ruins of the Ural Mountains.

Once the unstable energy dissipated, the firestorm hovered at the center of it all, staring blankly at the plexiglass forest below.

The raging flames on his body had also been extinguished.

Firestorm stared blankly at his hands, the hands that had just unleashed unimaginable power.

Then, he looked up and his vision was filled with a cold, transparent scene.

He saw Froststar transformed into a glass sculpture, Steeljaw frozen in its charging stance, and Snow Owl half-glassed.

Then his gaze slowly moved to the edge of the factory area, where hundreds of glass citizens in various poses came into view.

"Do not……!"

A trembling, inhuman whisper escaped from Firestorm's throat.

"No...this isn't...this isn't me..."

He staggered backward, as if trying to escape the glass hell he had created with his own hands.

"I didn't mean to... I didn't do it on purpose... I didn't know... what was that..."

the other side.

The figure of the scorching warrior slowly descended onto the top of a glass crane not far away.

His heavy armor was covered with a thin layer of crystallized material, but it was not completely transformed, indicating that his energy shield had absorbed most of the impact at the last moment.

Zhishi silently looked down at everything below, his gaze sweeping over the glass forest, over his comrades who had been turned into statues, and finally settling on the dejected red figure below.

He didn't speak or attack; he simply recorded this hellish scene in silence.

Firestorm took one last look at the glassy mother and child, an unbearable sense of guilt piercing his soul.

He let out a painful howl and then turned around abruptly.

The crimson energy enveloped him once more, and the mentally broken firestorm fled the scene.

He transformed into a streak of unstable energy, instantly breaking through the thick, leaden-gray clouds of Siberia and disappearing into the horizon.

Zhi Shi's eyes flickered slightly as he transmitted the scene.

(End of this chapter)