Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

“Boom——!!!!!”

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the heavens and earth! The entire fasting place seemed to shake violently!

A blinding white light instantly engulfed the crimson meteorite! A violent shockwave spread across the sky, tearing the simulated "clouds" to shreds and revealing the cold alloy structure behind them.

Countless burning fragments, like grand, deadly fireworks, scattered and flew high in the sky, only to be blocked and annihilated by an invisible force field shield, turning into streaks of fire that fell and disappeared.

The crisis was averted at the last minute!

The activity area was deathly silent.

The nascent, distorted light of hope that had just risen on the faces of all the prisoners dimmed instantly, like a flame extinguished by cold water, leaving only deeper despair and bewilderment.

Are they saved? No, they continue to "live" in despair under the shadow of Lu Xuan, this great mountain.

Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui breathed a long sigh of relief, their backs soaked with cold sweat, watching the white light and black smoke slowly dissipate in the sky with lingering fear.

so close!

On the beach chair, Lu Xuan finally slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest confusion from being startled awake or the fear of surviving a disaster. Instead, they held a hint of intrigued curiosity.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the still-lingering energy turbulence and the broken holes in the simulated dome, precisely targeting the top of the prison's tallest tower from which the intercepting beam was being fired.

That beam of light that just blocked... was interesting.

Intense, concentrated, and with a penetrating sharpness.

Although its power is far inferior to that of a true expert, the fact that it could unleash such an attack in this prison, which is suppressed by the Zhenxu Stele and has lost its effectiveness, shows that the acting warden Xie Yu has quite a few toys at his disposal.

Lu Xuan's lips curled into a playful smile as he slowly sat up from the recliner.

His movement was like pressing a switch.

The two muscular men holding parasols almost dropped them, and the one holding the juice platter nearly dropped it. The man with the palm-leaf fan froze in place, forgetting to even wave it.

All the prisoners' eyes suddenly focused on him like searchlights, filled with awe and incomprehensible astonishment.

Lu Xuan ignored the stares and the mess left by the failed "fireworks show" high in the sky.

He stood up, casually dusted off the corner of his hospital gown which was not dusty at all, and then strode off, unhurried but with a clear goal, toward the depths of the prison.

The direction was clearly pointed directly at the central tower where the beam of light was emitted—the warden's office!

What is he doing?

All the prisoners, including Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui, stared in disbelief at the slightly thin figure in blue and white stripes, who walked leisurely towards the forbidden area representing the highest authority and strict barriers of the fasting camp under the simulated "sunlight"!

That was the territory of Xie Yu, the acting warden! It was the true core of this steel fortress! A place that even Han Jinlong could only look up to and dared not overstep in the slightest!

He... he just walked past like that?

Without asking for instructions, without reporting, and without even quickening his pace! His demeanor was as relaxed as if he were just dropping by the neighbor's house!

An indescribable sense of absurdity and a deeper chill instantly gripped the hearts of every prisoner.

They watched Lu Xuan's figure disappear behind the heavy alloy gates leading into the tower. The entire activity area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only heavy, suppressed breathing and the inappropriately soft melody of the simulated background music.

……

The warden's office is located on the top floor of the central tower of the fasting facility.

The huge one-way floor-to-ceiling window offers a panoramic view of the simulated "clear sky" outside and the activity area below. Of course, at this moment, all that remains outside the window are the chaotic light streams left by the energy impact in the high sky and the broken dome structure.

Xie Yu stood with his back to the door, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and slowly lowered the high-powered military binoculars in his hand.

He was wearing a crisp, dark blue prison warden uniform, the insignia on his epaulets gleaming with a metallic sheen under the cold indoor light.

He stood tall and straight, exuding a rigid and dignified air.

"Reporting to the acting warden! The 'Needle III' anti-aircraft missile successfully intercepted the unidentified meteorite! The target has been completely destroyed! The main structure of the prison is undamaged! The energy shield has been depleted by 7% and is rapidly recovering!" A prison guard in a black uniform, looking capable, stood at attention in front of a large desk, reporting rapidly with a hint of relief in his voice after completing his mission.

Xie Yu didn't turn around, but simply gave a soft "hmm," his voice steady and unreadable.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers seemingly casually resting on the cold windowpane.

At his fingertips, he held a peculiar, unremarkable gray-black metal badge in his palm, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the extremely fine, writhing tendrils on the back of the badge over and over again.

The badge's surface was cold, yet it seemed to absorb the warmth from your fingertips.

"Analysis of the meteorite's origin?" Xie Yu's voice remained calm.

"Preliminary assessment: not a natural celestial body! Energy characteristic analysis shows... a 37.8% match with several recorded high-risk forbidden ruins, but cannot be completely confirmed."

Trajectory calculations suggest the launch originated from international waters approximately 700 kilometers to the southeast; the launch point cannot be precisely pinpointed.

The prison guard answered quickly.

“Southeast...high seas…” Xie Yu repeated in a low voice, the corners of his mouth seemingly twitching upwards in an extremely subtle way, so quickly it was almost an illusion.

His gaze, seen through the one-way glass, did not fall on the prisoners in the activity area below who were still in shock and deathly silence. Instead, it seemed to pierce through space and fall on a young figure in a blue and white striped hospital gown who had just disappeared behind the passage gate below the tower.

Lu Xuan... so you really couldn't sit still anymore? Or... is this just an unexpected interlude?

He paused slightly as he stroked the badge, the tendrils beneath his fingertips seeming to come alive, conveying a faint yet burning throbbing sensation.

This stirring did not come from the badge itself, but from a deeper, more distant spiritual connection—a signal that the believers were about to be in place and the plan was entering its final stage!

The time... is almost here.

Xie Yu slowly turned around.

The cold white light in the office shone on his face, outlining his sharply defined features.

His expression returned to absolute calm, like a bottomless, icy pool, with only his eyes, behind his glasses, gleaming with a chilling, inorganic light.

His gaze swept over the prison guards awaiting orders, as if scanning an inanimate object.

"Raise the security level of the entire prison to orange. Notify Dr. Li to 'take good care' of his special patient."

Xie Yu's voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority: "In addition, the tower is placed under Level 1 lockdown."

No one—remember, no one—may approach or enter without my order.

"Trespassers..." He paused, a flash of cold light behind his glasses, "...kill them on the spot."

"Yes, Acting Warden!" The prison guard's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly and saluted, feeling an invisible pressure that made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment, immediately turned around, and hurriedly left the office. The heavy alloy door closed and locked silently behind him.

The office fell silent again.

Xie Yu turned to the floor-to-ceiling window again.

He raised his hand, not with a telescope, but with his cold eyes, sharp as a hawk's, piercing through the broken parts of the simulated dome, through the churning residual energy turbulence, through the thick leaden clouds and the raging wind and rain, and cast them toward the turbulent, dark sea to the east of the fasting place.

At the edge of his vision, beneath the icy, turbulent seawater, three faint life signals, distorted and enveloped by a special force field, like maggots wriggling in the darkness, were steadily and silently making their way toward the most vulnerable "excretion" of this steel fortress...

The cold curve of his lips finally became clear, carrying an indifferent air of complete control, and... a hint of cruel pleasure as he anticipated destruction.

The storm is coming.

At the eye of the storm, in this fortress called the Fasting Place, its master seemed to be ready... to "welcome".

Below the tower, outside the last heavy alloy gate leading to the core area, Lu Xuan, dressed in a blue and white striped hospital gown, stopped in his tracks.

He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, or perhaps simply admiring the cold metallic patterns on the gate.

The playful smile on his face deepened subtly.