Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

The ground and the broken mountains, once touched by that ink-like shadow, instantly lose their thickness, turning into a rubbing on the wall, retaining the outline of their former lives, yet now eternally silent.

"Conventional attacks are ineffective. Energy attacks will be two-dimensionalized, but cannot be completely absorbed, so excessive energy attacks will have an effect."

Zhang Yi's voice reached the ears of Odin, King Arthur, and the others, calm and undisturbed.

"However, we can defeat him! Let's join forces and take care of the enemy in front of us first!"

"You help me find out his weaknesses. I'll take the hits for you."

As the strongest force in the coalition, Zhang Yi issued the order directly.

Regardless of what others think, if they want to live, they must cooperate with Zhang Yi in the fight!

Odin had already suffered a heavy blow and believed that his attack was weak and ineffective.

With an ability index of 37000, he seemed unqualified to participate in this great battle; Zhang Yi had pulled too far ahead of him.

Zhang Yi was still willing to give him another chance, since having more strength would always increase the chances of winning.

Even one more cannon fodder is better than nothing.

"We have no way out now, we can only fight!"

Benjamin Morgan's voice came through, accompanied by a rustling sound.

In his palm, he handled a thick stack of banknotes with remarkable fluidity, as if they were playing cards.

With his luxurious attire, including a pure gold necklace and gemstone rings, he gave off the impression of an incredibly wealthy nouveau riche!

This is the president of the Natural Science Association, a major capitalist and financier who controls the economic lifeline of the entire country.

Even the abilities gained after the mutation are related to money!

Money is his power; the greater his wealth, the stronger his power.

The mad owl let out a hoarse sneer. He raised his hand, his fingertips flowing with a thick, inky shadow. "It is your honor to be a part of my art."

"Honor? Let Odin's spear show you what divine judgment is!"

Odin gritted his teeth. Since there was no way out, he could only fight a decisive battle!

Lightning flashed in his single eye, and he roared, his divine power surging, ancient runes lighting up on his armor.

He raised the eternal spear in his hand—Gungnir!

That legendary, infallible spear, now imbued with destructive, dark divine light, shot through the air like lightning tearing through the sky, carrying an unwavering determination!

Wherever the gun was pointed, space was pierced through, leaving a scorching vacuum trail.

This is an attack imbued with the power of rules, locking onto cause and effect, and is guaranteed to hit the target!

However, faced with this earth-shattering attack, Mad Owl simply waved his hand casually.

A torrent of shadow ink surged forth as if alive, rushing toward Gungnir.

No miracle occurred; the rules seemed to be covered by even stranger rules.

The moment the shadowy spear touched the darkness, its speed decreased drastically. Its brilliant light and unparalleled kinetic energy seemed to be cast onto a two-dimensional canvas, quickly becoming flat and dim.

In the end, the once mighty Gungnir was reduced to a shadowy spear pattern imprinted on a canvas of shadows, stripped of all its divine power. It fell lightly to the ground, where it was caught by the mad owl with two fingers and tossed aside.

"Guaranteed hit? What a joke. On my canvas, there are no traces, no dimensions, so how can there be a guaranteed hit?" The mad owl's tone was full of mockery.

"Then, will my attack be effective against you?"

King Arthur's expression was solemn. He stepped forward and gripped the hilt of the Sword of Victory and Oath tightly with both hands.

A dazzling golden light shot into the sky, a radiance that embodied the spirit of chivalry and the will of the planet, both holy and powerful.

He swung his sword, and a crescent-shaped golden sword aura tore through the earth, purifying all filth and striking the mad owl.

"Excalibur!!"