Love, death, and false man

Chapter 61. Living Holy Word
The air groaned, twisting into scalding vortexes. Each inhalation felt like swallowing scalding glass shards, burning the throat. The stench of sulfur and charred bones reached deep into the lungs, choking the breath.

The surging tide of flames tore the eaves and beams into charred fragments, the collapsed steel frame, building debris, and charred, burning corpses.

Modern firearms are effective against the vast majority of participants in time warfare, but not Andy.

With a peak intensity of over 1 joules of heat energy, his Soulfire defensive field can ignore most thermal weapons and resist the shock waves and heat waves generated by high-temperature explosions.

Unfortunately, it wasn't at the exact center of the explosion; the Emmanuel Monastery cushioned too much of the shockwave for Andy.

The walls have collapsed, and amidst the burning ruins and billowing smoke, broken steel bars occasionally peek out.

The power far exceeded Fang Yan's expectations. Because the grenade launcher detonated instantly, there was no leakage in the container, which remained sealed, allowing the 45 tons of gasoline to release all its energy in an instant, maximizing the power.

Fang Yan had no idea how many people he had killed; his merit points were just skyrocketing, probably around twenty, but it didn't matter.

The power of the explosion was terrifying. Even though he was hiding behind another building hundreds of meters away, the shattered glass cut his skin, his eardrums felt like they were being pierced by sharp objects, and the roaring sound lingered for a long time. The heat wave that swept over him also made him feel like his whole body was being burned.

If it weren't for the protection of his Soul Fire Field, he might have already suffered burns. The entire street intersection was littered with glass shards, and the concrete pavement was curled up due to the shockwave.

Andy is definitely dead. I must leave the scene immediately. Otherwise, as the mastermind and sole executor of the whole incident, given my rank, the Salvation Army satellite will not risk exposing the base station to perform high-power memory erasure.

Just as Fang Yan was thinking this...

A charred black figure slowly emerged from the burning ruins of the Emmanuel Monastery, thick smoke billowing from its body.

His eyes are a thousand blocked windows, his fingers are ten armies, his chest is a man-eating generator, his ears are smoking tombs, his rage is an invisible cloud of hydrogen, and his will is a terrifying monster atomic bomb.

A monster that came from the future and underwent an ascension and flesh-receiving ritual.

The charred flesh covering Andy peeled away layer by layer, like a broken cocoon, revealing a perfectly healthy middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a neat dark brown suit, had short hair, and had a centipede-shaped scar around his neck from grafting surgery. His amputated left foot was generated from soul fire.

Andy took a deep breath.

Many followers died, and it's unknown how many survived, but that doesn't matter. As long as I'm still serving as a rivet for the Ascetic Order on the eastern coast of Asia in 2030, I can quickly reorganize.

The most urgent task is to find the person who planned this incident; they should be nearby.

Unexpectedly, the person appeared on their own without Andy needing to search.

crossroads.

Fang Yan raised the M32 grenade launcher, aimed it at Andy, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. The grenade flew at high speed.

"Savage Pleasure" is a name automatically generated by the mysterious code within Fang Yan's body.

In ascetic practices, there is another specific term: the living word.

Through the properties of the Soulfire, body parts are extracted from flesh and blood to generate new parts. The suffering experienced by each member during this process, along with the "holy words" produced by the living sacrifice, can all converge at the axis of the entire monastic order throughout all of history, providing energy for an unparalleled and tyrannical existence, thereby defeating the all-powerful "Akasha".

Akasha is an abstract concept, a legendary cosmic database of life information, a universal archive system that records all thoughts, words, and actions that occur at every moment, and a collection of great mystical knowledge.

The Soul Drainer, as the central figure in the entire history, extracts the power from the souls of all those under his control. The Ascetic Order also has such a tyrannical central figure.

For Andy, all the pain was too rudimentary. The body parts were quickly peeled off and extracted, and complete ribs nested and stacked one on top of another, forming a huge arc-shaped barrier that enveloped Andy himself.

boom!
The grenade exploded suddenly, destroying all of the outer ribs and sending bone fragments flying, but Andy, who was hiding behind his ribs, was unharmed.

Fang Yan, as if possessed, fired all four remaining grenades from the rotating wheel, each hitting its target precisely. However, the bizarre ribcage barrier continued to grow wildly, resisting all the explosions.

Even a heavy anti-materiel weapon like the M32 grenade launcher couldn't harm Andy at all.

"I really fucked your mother..."

Fang Yan was dumbfounded. What kind of monster was this? It had completely transcended the realm of humanity, not only humanity, but even the realm of living beings.

It is many times more monstrous than all the enemies we have encountered so far combined.

Andy removed the ribcage barrier, his gaze sweeping across the burning street, and spotted his target.

Andy's eyelids twitched in disbelief; it was indeed only a student from Binhai No. 6 Middle School who had caused this destruction.

The living holy word violently extracted parts from Andy's body, cutting off his complete hand thousands of times in an instant. The excruciating pain was nothing more than a gentle breeze to the ascended transcendent being.

The palms formed a surging, cascading tide, and Andy stood atop them, lifted half a meter high. Thousands of vibrant, powerful palms served as his vehicle. He himself made no movement, riding the rolling palms as they rapidly floated towards Fang Yan's location at incredible speed: 500 meters, 450 meters, 350 meters...

The monster carried by the flesh-and-blood vehicle grew larger and larger on his retina. Fang Yan had never seen such a bizarre sight before. He instinctively took out an MP5 submachine gun from his satchel and pulled the trigger to fire.

"That's too basic, it won't work for me."

Andy didn't move at all. When the bullets flew towards him, he didn't need the Soulfire's properties at all. Even when the bullets were only a centimeter away from Andy's eyes, he didn't blink. The Soulfire's own defensive force field dissipated all the force of the bullets, and the bullets fell to the ground one after another with a crisp sound.

100 meters, 50 meters.

The flesh and blood vehicle beneath Andy's feet surged rapidly, getting closer and closer to Fang Yan. He raised his right hand, his right arm having been dismembered dozens of times during the live sacrifice.

A complete right arm grew from his palm, and another complete right arm grew from the translucent flesh, repeating this endlessly until it completely closed in on Fang Yan.

The Killing Illusion.EXE file is running.

The grotesque mask instantly covered the hockey stick, and he took out a machete from the umbrella cover, severing the approaching hand one by one, but it was too slow.

The live sacrifice instantly dismembered Fang Yan's right arm dozens of times, wrapping it around him like a snake. Three hands simultaneously grabbed Fang Yan's throat, lifting him up and suspending him in mid-air.

At this moment, the flesh and blood vehicle in his hand had disappeared, and Andy was now completely close, merely raising his right hand to examine the completely subdued Fang Yan.

Fang Yan was suffocating, and his head was starting to swell with blood. He used all his soul fire energy to convert it into kinetic energy and add it to his arms, but he still couldn't break free from the restraints.

They're not even in the same league; there's a huge gap between them.

“I admire your courage. You did it, even I didn’t expect it. If you had planned it more meticulously and lured me to the center of the explosion beforehand, it would have been more difficult, but then it would have succeeded, and I would have died. It would have been a perfect massacre. But... you don’t have the chance.”

(End of this chapter)