Corpse Brother: From Calabash Brothers to Corpse Emperor

After absorbing nuclear radiation, the body of the American empire expanded wildly, and wasteland energy flowed on its surface like magma, transforming in the blink of an eye into a ten-meter-tall dark red giant!

The halberd in his hands was like a toy; with a casual sweep of the tip, half of the ruins were reduced to rubble.

"Hahaha! Tsar—"

He looked down at the tiny, ant-like silver figure, his voice laced with mockery, "How does my wasteland armor taste?"

The Tsar didn't speak, but immediately leaped up and charged towards the American, who promptly gripped his halberd and thrust it at the Tsar.

I'll kill you!

The Tsar quickly dodged to the side and then unleashed the Soviet Charge Phantom Legion.

In an instant, hundreds of silver clones attacked the giant from different angles!

Each clone displayed standard Russian Sambo wrestling techniques, some grabbing legs, some locking throats, and more than a dozen clones simultaneously striking the American knees with their shoulders!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense impacts sounded like metal being struck, but the American wasteland armor didn't even show a dent.

Superbarrier Break!

The Tsar suddenly leaped to the side of the American emperor's ear, his mouth splitting open a crack, and the muscles in his throat bulging—

“Ouch————!!!”

A sonic wave powerful enough to shatter a tank erupted!

However, after the initial uproar subsided, the Americans simply picked at their ears; there wasn't even a scratch on their armor.

"Useless~" the American's voice was mocking. "My wasteland body is ten times harder than titanium alloy! In this radiation field, my power is inexhaustible, and your life cells will be killed by radiation!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Tsar's true form suddenly appeared in front of him, delivering a powerful uppercut to the arrogant mechanical face—

"boom!!!"

The wasteland armor's face cracked instantly, scattering fragments everywhere! But the next second, the flowing radioactive material restored it to its original state.

From afar, Shen Wuji stared at the blood-red wasteland on the ground, raising an eyebrow as curiosity overcame reason—

"Wasteland superpowers? Interesting..."

He grinned, "Let's see if my 1.8-meter-long legs can step on a landmine!"

Having said that, he gracefully lifted his leg, his toes lightly touching the edge of the wasteland—

"Zi la——!"

"Ouch! Holy crap!!!"

The screams of the God-level warrior instantly echoed across the battlefield!

His calves withered and shrank at a visible rate, his skin cracked and peeled off as if torn by an invisible hand, and his muscle fibers twisted and curled up like dried bacon!

He jerked his leg back, fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his crippled leg, which had shrunk to the shape of an old tree root, his forehead veins bulging with pain.

"Aaaaaah! My legs! My legs!!!" He frantically pounded the ground, "Is this radiation or some kind of bone-melting palm technique?!"

The Tsar, who was locked in battle with the Wasteland Giants in the distance, glanced at it briefly, and his lips twitched slightly:

This idiot...

Shen Wuji collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, his withered leg still twitching uncontrollably.

Worse still, he felt as if all his energy had been flushed down the toilet—

"Damn... the aftereffects of summoning the Celestial Hound are kicking in..." He weakly wiped away his sweat. "All the energy that lecherous dog used is on my head... this is a huge loss..."

He glanced at the Celestial Hound, who was "acting like a hooligan" towards the Hellhound in the distance, and his teeth itched with anger:

"You're having a good time... I'm completely drained..."

However, because the United States had grown several times larger, its agility had decreased significantly, and the Tsar easily dodged all attacks.

"Double the radiation!"

Upon seeing this, the United States immediately increased the radiation levels in the wasteland.

Due to prolonged exposure to intense radiation, the Tsar's physical functions began to decline noticeably, and he became much slower.

Seeing the unharmed American, the Tsar frowned. It seemed that this guy was trying to wear him down with defense and radiation.

Unfortunately, he has been dealing with national affairs all these years, and his martial arts skills have not improved much.

After pondering for a long time, the Tsar immediately leaped out of the wasteland. Since that's the case, let's try his ultimate move!

The Tsar's silver armor had lost its luster due to radiation, but his eyes grew ever sharper.

He took a deep breath, suddenly spread his arms, and tensed all his muscles as if they were steel—

"Crack——!"

His body began to twist and swell in the shocked gazes of the crowd. His armor was torn apart and his fur grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a silver giant bear that was eight meters tall!

Its claws were like knives, its fangs were menacing, and its eyes burned with a crimson fighting spirit!

Despite the immense size of the American wasteland behemoth, it instinctively felt a tremor when faced with this war bear, a being born purely of power and fury.

"Hmph, all show and no substance!"

The American imperialists, under immense pressure, raised their massive wasteland arm and punched the charging bear.

"boom--!!"

The bear's claws collided with the wasteland's fist, and the terrifying shockwave completely ripped apart the surrounding ground! The giant bear, transformed from the Tsar, withstood the attack, and then—

"Roar--!!"

With a deafening roar, the giant bear exerted its strength, pushing the American wasteland war machine backward!

"What?!" The American's voice was filled with disbelief.

Before he could regain his footing, the giant bear pounced again, this time tearing open the Wasteland Warrior's chest with its sharp claws!

"Crack-!"

Wasteland materials collapsed like a dam breaking, and the main body of the American Empire fell from the shattered war machine, barely managing to steady itself by stepping on a piece of debris.

He knelt on one knee, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked up at the Tsar, his eyes finally held a hint of fear.

"How is this possible... my Wasteland Battle Body..."

The Tsar slowly returned to human form; although his silver armor was damaged, his imposing presence remained undiminished.

He stared coldly at the United States, and finally spoke, his voice hoarse yet full of pressure:

"What other skills do you have?! Show them all!"

The Tsar's arms trembled uncontrollably, the muscle fibers completely giving way after being overloaded.

He stared at the equally disheveled American forces not far away, and grinned a blood-stained, cold smile—

It seems he needs to work out more; he can't use his hands for the time being.

However, that guy doesn't have much combat ability anymore because of the backlash from his superpower. It seems we can really capture him alive this time!

At the gates of hell, the self-destruction of the two clowns blasted the golden paladins into mincemeat.

The remains of four golden paladins lay scattered on the scorched earth. One of the knights, with only half his body remaining, used a broken sword to support himself as he crawled inch by inch toward the Pope.

His intestines trailed a five-meter-long bloody trail, yet he still clung tightly to the broken holy sword.

"Your Holiness the Pope..."

The Pope bent down, sighed, and slowly said:

"It's alright, child, God will protect you..."

Seeing the golden paladin collapse and lose all life after he finished speaking, the Pope couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Poor child...may there be no war in heaven..."