Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

The jagged black rocks, like menacing beast teeth, stretched into the distance to the towering prison walls, covered with electric fences and watchtowers.

The wind and rain intensified, and large raindrops began to pelt down, further blurring the view.

"Okay, stop howling."

Cao Yuan's voice sounded particularly cold and hard in the wind and rain, "The person hasn't even been rescued yet, and you've already peed your pants from fear."

Tell me, what's the next step? What's your 'perfect rescue plan'? He emphasized the word 'perfect'.

Baili Pangpang's dry howling stopped abruptly, his face instantly replaced by an innocent, smug grin as he rubbed his hands together: "Hehe... Well... Old Cao, the plan... it's fixed, but people are flexible! Look at this awful weather, this complicated terrain... As the saying goes, 'The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge,' 'There's always a way out,' 'After the darkest hour comes the dawn'..."

The veins on Cao Yuan's forehead began to throb, and his eyes narrowed dangerously: "Speak like a human!"

Baili Pangpang shrank his neck and spoke rapidly: "It's all about playing it by ear! Adapting to the situation! Being flexible and mobile! I've done the math, and the time isn't right yet. A direct attack definitely won't work. We have to outsmart them! Yes, outsmart them!"

"..." Cao Yuan fell silent, looking at Baili Pangpang's face which was filled with the words "unreliable", and felt a deep sense of powerlessness rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

How could he have believed this fatso's nonsense and followed him on this so-called "earth-shattering rescue"? This was clearly a "delivery to his death"!

He took a deep breath of the cold, salty air, suppressed the urge to kick the fat man back into the sea, and resignedly bent down to pick up the waterproof backpack on the ground. He checked the equipment inside—ropes, grappling hooks, a simple explosive device (which the fat man had gotten from some black market), several packs of compressed biscuits, and... a beautifully packaged box of imported chocolates?

Cao Yuan held the box of chocolates and looked at Baili Pangpang expressionlessly.

Baili Pangpang immediately puffed out his chest, his face full of righteous indignation: "Strategic supplies! Replenishing our strength! In critical moments, they can even be used as bribes... no, as gifts for friendly exchanges! Old Lu inside must be drooling over them!"

Cao Yuan silently stuffed the chocolate back into his backpack, deciding to stop dwelling on this idiotic question.

He slung his bag over his shoulder, tightened the straight knife on his back, and turned his gaze once more to the silent steel fortress in the wind and rain. His voice was low and firm: "Let's go, fatso. We're already here... we'll see what happens."

"Hey! That's right! Let nature take its course, God will protect us!" Baili Pangpang immediately beamed, as if he wasn't the one who was terrified just now.

He awkwardly got up, patted the sand off his butt (though it was immediately soaked by the rain), and tried to look reliable. "Follow me, Fatty, and I guarantee you and Lao Lu will live a life of luxury... uh, provided we can get out of here unscathed."

Two figures, one sharp and aloof, the other round and comical, braved the increasingly fierce wind and rain, like two overconfident little insects, and began to stumble but determinedly toward the steel behemoth called "Fasting Place".

Amidst the wind and rain, the faint sound of Baili Pangpang muttering self-consolation could be heard: "It's alright, it's alright, I'm incredibly lucky... Old Lu is a blessed man... Maybe he's eating hotpot and singing songs right now, waiting for us..."

……

The fasting area, the core activity area.

The wind and rain were firmly kept out by the towering alloy dome and force field shield.

The dome simulates the perfect warmth of a spring afternoon sun.

Soft sunlight shines on the neatly trimmed lawn, the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and earth, and there is even soft, soothing background music playing.

This doesn't look like a prison for serious offenders; it looks like a top-notch health resort.

In the center of the lawn, in the best spot, sits a large and comfortable beach chair.

Lu Xuan lay on this chair, wearing the blue and white striped "patient gown" from the mental hospital, yet he managed to exude a lazy air of nobility.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if taking a nap.

Beside him, two fierce prisoners, each over 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles and bruises and scars on their faces, were each holding a huge parasol, carefully adjusting the angle to ensure that not a single ray of "sunlight" could disturb the gentleman's peaceful slumber on the recliner.

Their movements were so light they could hardly move, their faces plastered with fawning smiles that bordered on servility, and fine beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads from nervousness.

A little further away, three other equally burly prisoners were present. One was holding chilled freshly squeezed orange juice (with a small umbrella and straw inserted), another was carrying an exquisite fruit platter filled with cut fruit, and the third was holding a large palm-leaf fan, fanning himself gently and intermittently.

The fan was so small that it probably couldn't even shoo away a fly; it was all form over substance.

Within the core activity area, the activity range of other prisoners was invisibly compressed to the edges and corners.

They sat or stood, their gazes occasionally drifting with a mixture of awe and complex towards the young figure in the center of the lawn, who seemed to be on vacation.

No one dared to make a loud noise, and they even walked on tiptoe unconsciously.

The constant provocations, insults, and brawls that used to erupt have vanished without a trace.

An eerie, cautious silence permeated the entire area.

During Han Jinlong's era, the world was a law of the jungle, where might made right, but it was also full of chaos and "vitality".

And now? This is Lu Xuan's private back garden.

He is the only king.

A single glance is enough to silence these notorious, ruthless thugs, turning them into mere servants.

Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui, two night watch prisoners, sat on a bench in the corner, watching this absurd yet real scene, and exchanged bitter smiles.

Who could have imagined that this fortress, which was said to imprison the most ferocious demons on earth, would one day become like this?

at this time--

"Woo-hum-hum!"

A piercing, soul-wrenching alarm suddenly blared throughout the activity area, shattering the eerie silence!

All the prisoners, including the ones who were fanning Lu Xuan with umbrellas, looked up in horror!

Above the massive alloy dome of the fasting facility, which simulated a blue sky and white clouds, deep in the "sky," a blinding crimson light suddenly shone! The red dot rapidly expanded at an alarming speed, trailing a long, scorching, and distorting tail of flame, like a burning demon's eye, as it crashed down upon the prison dome!

Meteorite!

A genuine meteorite from outer space, imbued with an aura of destruction! Its target is the very heart of the fasting place!

"A meteorite... a meteorite?!"

"Oh my God! What is that?!"

"It's crashing down! It's going to crash down!"

After a brief silence, the activity area erupted in chaos! Fear spread like a plague.

The prisoners were deathly pale. Some instinctively wanted to run away, but when they saw the man still lying in the center of the lawn, they froze in place, trembling all over.

Despair and a twisted, unspoken ecstasy intertwined in the eyes of countless prisoners.

The days of being suffocated by Lu Xuan, a mountain of oppression, with no hope in sight... were they going to end along with this meteorite that fell from the sky?

Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui stood up abruptly, their expressions changing drastically, and they instinctively looked for cover.

This is no natural phenomenon! It is an attack! And a terrorist attack that can break through the multiple defenses of Master Chen's mind and the fasting place!

At this critical moment!

"call out--!"

A beam of blazing white light, like a sword of divine punishment, shot out from the top of the imposing tower at the highest point of the prison! The beam was so precise it was breathtaking, instantly traversing space and slamming into the tip of the now enormous meteorite, its surface ablaze with dark red flames!