Corpse Brother: From Calabash Brothers to Corpse Emperor

The Emperor looked at the unscathed Tsar and sneered, "An immune Tsar, is it? Heh heh heh!" The American's eyes narrowed.

"Bring me my halberd!"

Inside the control room, the Blackfire members immediately responded:

"Yes!"

Then, the giant warhorse spat out a halberd from its mouth towards the United States.

This halberd is a true divine weapon of the Yanhuang people and a divine weapon of Lü Bu.

It was acquired by the United States during the Eight-Nation Alliance invasion of China and weighed 242 jin (approximately 160 kg).

The smile on the American's face suddenly froze—

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

The halberd cleaved through the sky, and then... it pierced precisely into his own back.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Inside the blackout control room, the operator was drenched in sweat.

"I'm so sorry, Chief! The aiming system was jammed!"

The Tsar silently took out his phone, snapped a picture of this historic moment, and even thoughtfully added a filter:

This could be the best meme of the year.

The halberd behind the American emperor swayed slightly, and he slowly looked down at the halberd tip that had pierced through his chest.

"What the hell..."

"SS-Rank Superpower: Wasteland Awakening!"

A violent nuclear radiation erupted from his body, instantly creating a favorable environment for him within a hundred meters.

The Americans retreated hastily, clutching their smoking wound, mentally cursing the operator's ancestors for eighteen generations.

He was almost killed by his own people!

At this moment, a large group of people arrived before the Pope, and immediately four Gold Paladins blocked his path:

"Protect His Holiness the Pope!"

Camilla's fingers flew, and two playing cards spun out:

"The Clown of Destiny - The Ace Descends!"

The card exploded in thick smoke, and two clowns dressed in exaggerated costumes hopped and leaped toward the Pope.

One man wielded a chainsaw, while another tossed a burning bowling ball, emitting a strange "giggle" laugh.

Four golden paladins simultaneously raised their swords, their holy light weaving into a dazzling four-pointed star shield.

The chainsaw clown crashed headfirst into the light barrier, his nose instantly flattened into a pancake shape.

"Protect the Pope!" the paladins shouted in unison.

The moment the two clowns touched the shield, a massive explosion occurred.

"boom--!"

A loud explosion immediately drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield, and the Tsar was startled:

pope!?

The Tsar immediately rushed towards the Pope with lightning speed. However—

"Your opponent is me!"

The American imperialist, wielding a halberd, descended from the sky, its tip flashing with cold light, aiming straight for the Tsar's throat!

The Tsar twisted to the side at the last possible moment, but his arm was still slashed open by the halberd blade, and blood slowly flowed down his muscle lines.

"It actually managed to break through my defenses?" The Tsar's eyes narrowed slightly, but he immediately sneered.

However, most of the Yanhuang artifacts rely on internal force, and the weapon he is holding is just a bit sharper!

The Americans gave him no chance to breathe, leaping into the air and wielding their halberds, creating a shower of silver light—

"Rain of Pear Blossoms - A Thousand Halberds Break Through the Army!"

Countless halberd shadows rained down like a storm, each strike accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through space!

The Tsar retreated rapidly, leaving behind a honeycomb-like pit in the ground beneath his feet.

Looks like I need to get some gear too...

The Tsar suddenly pulled a silver ball, shimmering with a liquid metallic sheen, from his robes and pressed it sharply against his chest—

"Crack!"

The silver sphere instantly decomposed into billions of nanoparticles, which enveloped his entire body like living things!

In the blink of an eye, a streamlined silver skin perfectly covered the Tsar's imposing body, with faint blue energy patterns emanating from the joints.

It is completely enclosed, and its eyes shimmer with silver light.

The United States was slightly taken aback, not expecting that after their country took the silver ball from that UFO in 1977, they figured out how to use it.

The Americans gave the Tsar no chance to react, and wielded their halberds to strike the Tsar on the head.

"Fire trees and silver flowers!"

The Tsar quickly crossed his arms to shield himself.

"Qiang——!!"

The halberd struck the Tsar's crossed arms with a heavy blow, the blade rubbing against the silver armor and sparking dazzling sparks.

Yet they still couldn't break through the defenses built with alien technology.

The Tsar shook his arms, and the violent force instantly sent the entire American empire flying!

The American empire tumbled several times in mid-air before landing steadily, its halberd plunging into the ground to stabilize itself.

He knelt on one knee, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth—

"Wasteland Realm - Full Power!"

"Om-"

With the halberd tip as the center, scarlet radiating ripples spread out like a tide!

Wherever it passed, the soil decomposed into a purplish-black slurry, the gravel melted into boiling bubbles, and even the air distorted into an eerie rainbow color.

The Tsar was shocked. The surrounding land was emitting radiation. Had he polluted the area? And this radiation was even damaging human cells!

Even more frightening is that this radiation energy is surging into the American body, yet the American country is not affected by the radiation.

Instead, his injuries began to heal themselves, the wounds healed at a visible speed, and his whole body was covered in red.

A glint of light flashed in the Tsar's eyes—

This thing can absorb and convert radiation energy?!

Wouldn't that be...

Catching him would also help clean up our country's nuclear contamination—a great deal!!

The United States was covered in crimson energy, perfectly blending with the radioactive wasteland, as if it had become the master of this deadly realm.

He tilted his head, a mocking glint in his eyes, and shouted loudly at the Tsar:

"Hey! Tsar—" He deliberately dragged out the words, "You haven't said a word since just now, are you a fool? Or... are you actually mute? Hahaha!"

The Tsar frowned, his face ashen. Damn tonsillitis!

He cursed inwardly, but remained silent, only clenching his fists so tightly that a harsh metallic scraping sound came from his knuckles.

On a distant cliff, coward Jack and the mechanical ghost cop with only one head were leisurely sipping red wine, as if the world-ending war before them was just a movie.

"Tsk tsk, those Americans really did replace all the 'Stardust Abilities'..."

Jack swirled his glass, squinting at the battlefield. "It seems the rumor that 'Stardust power devours lifespan' is true. He probably doesn't have many years left to live."

The mechanical ghost policeman's head hovered on a specially designed stand, and with a "slurp," it took a sip of red wine through a mechanical straw, and then...

The wine leaked directly from the broken neck into the wooden barrel below.

"Idiot! Why are you hiding so far away?!" The mechanical policeman's electronic eyes flashed with annoyance. "Our warships are about to launch a full-scale attack! If you keep slacking off like this, you'll definitely be demoted to a cleaning robot when you get back!"

Jack shrugged dismissively and lay lazily on the recliner.

"Safety first! My motto is—if you can lie down, don't stand up; if you can hide, don't fight!"

Mechanical Ghost Cop: "..."

The mechanical ghost policeman let out a burp: "I heard that the Americans have been searching for the elixir of immortality in China for the past few years. It seems the rumors are true. Even the most powerful experts are afraid of death..."

The coward couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, so he's actually afraid of dying just like me?"

Jack suddenly burst into laughter, pointing enviously at the robotic policeman leaking wine:

"Ghost Cop, if you drink like that, you'll never get drunk, right? I'm so envious!"

The mechanical ghost policeman rolled his eyes: "My original body was mechanical, so I couldn't get drunk! And—can you stop laughing, you idiot! All my red wine has leaked out!"