America: The Cremator

Chapter 160 Let's Fall to Hell Together!

Within seconds, all the materials melted completely in the center of the vortex, then violently fused together, turning into a ball of bright orange molten metal that emitted a dazzling light.

This bright orange solution floated in the center of the vortex of flames, its surface constantly churning and boiling. Various distinct forces, under the forceful kneading of the primordial fire, began to savagely intertwine and collide.

"Thump—thump—"

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A deep, powerful thumping sound emanated from within the bright orange molten metal. The sound was initially faint, but it quickly grew to be deafening, like the roar of war drums.

It seems that some extremely powerful entity is being conceived within this liquid.

To everyone's astonishment, the bright orange liquid seemed to have its own consciousness, rapidly expanding and stretching, twisting and tangling wildly in mid-air.

After a breath, it finally stopped changing, eventually shrinking and solidifying into a strange long spear with a dark golden texture, which hovered in front of Su Long.

The spear has an extremely bizarre shape. Its body is made of countless twisted and intertwined metal fibers, looking like a huge tentacle that has been forcibly cut off, or some kind of wildly growing thorny vine.

The tip of the gun still retained a bright orange glow that hadn't completely cooled, exuding an extremely oppressive aura of destruction.

Su Long strode forward, grabbed the spear shaft, and the crown of flames above his head instantly blazed brightly. Golden flames spread down his arm, igniting the entire spear in an instant.

The flames leaped wildly across the gun, emitting a piercing explosion.

At this moment, the terrifying wave of blood, hundreds of meters high, had completely rushed in front of everyone.

An overwhelming shadow enveloped the entire metal world, and the deafening sound of water mixed with a nauseating stench ripped at everyone's eardrums.

Su Long suddenly turned around, gripping the spear burning with golden flames tightly with both hands, and slammed the spear's end against the ground beneath his feet.

"boom!"

An indescribable, terrifying heat erupted from the tip of the spear, bursting forth in front of the target, and a massive, semi-circular golden wall of fire rose from the ground!

The wall of fire was no less tall than the towering wave of blood, carrying an absolute will to incinerate everything, and stretched wildly forward, crashing head-on into the deathly water wall made of black blood and bits of flesh.

In the instant of the clash, the primordial fire, like a hot knife cutting into butter, instantly vaporized all the viscous blood it came into contact with.

The seemingly unstoppable crimson wave began to collapse rapidly at a visible speed under the advance of the semi-circular wall of fire.

The wall of fire swept forward relentlessly, evaporating all the massive amounts of black blood, bits of flesh, and debris along its path.

In just over ten seconds, the crimson wave that was powerful enough to crush everything was completely wiped out. Thick smoke, mixed with the pungent smell of burning and preservatives, filled the entire space, and even the surrounding temperature rose significantly.

Su Long raised his head, his deep eyes piercing through the thick fog, locking onto the huge blood moon that emitted an ominous red light in the sky. He raised his spear upside down with one hand, his body suddenly lowering its center of gravity, assuming a standard javelin throwing posture.

The next second, the metal anti-slip plate under his feet exploded, and he transformed into a golden streak of light, sprinting forward.

Baphomet, who had been handling the situation with ease, suddenly tensed up after seeing Sulong's movements.

Damn it, this guy has been acting with me from the very beginning! He's deliberately pretending not to know where I am! He's even deliberately guessing that I am hiding among the corpses.

However, he knew everything exactly from the very beginning!

Only at this moment did the venomous snake suddenly reveal its fangs!

"Don't even think about it!"

Baphomet let out a furious roar that was both fierce and devastating. It could no longer maintain its arrogant demonic posture. With a sudden flap of its wings, it pounced down at Suron, who was charging below.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were only a few steps apart, and the violent air pressure completely dispelled the surrounding blood-red mist.

The metal anti-slip pads beneath Su Long's feet groaned under the strain, the violent force traveling up his legs and waist, finally converging on his right arm. Countless crematorium hatches around him simultaneously spewed out golden flames, providing a continuous boost to his charge.

Just as the spear was about to leave his hand, Baphomet raised his hand and pointed, and a strange thread composed of pure decomposition power shot out at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound.

The silk thread was too fast, and the two were too close, so it hit his forehead almost instantly.

"Pfft!"

With a chilling thud, Su Long's entire head exploded instantly under the violent crushing force of the disintegrating power.

The stark white bone fragments, dark red blood foam, and murky liquid mixed with brain matter sprayed wildly in all directions like a crushed tomato.

A headless body lay exposed to the raging wind and flames.

Hannah saw the horrific scene before her, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees, crying out, "No!"

Baphomet looked at the headless body, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

It was well aware of how domineering its decomposition power was; any living being would die instantly if it was hit in a vital spot.

However, its relief lasted less than a moment. The headless corpse, which should have collapsed, suddenly swung its right arm forward, and the dark golden spear slipped from its grasp.

The extremely compressed air was forcibly torn apart, and three huge white shockwaves, visible to the naked eye, exploded from the tail of the spear. This deadly javelin, which combined the weapons of the group with the primordial fire, completely broke the sound barrier, transforming into a dazzling golden trajectory that dispersed the blood-red mist along its path, and shot towards the blood moon in the sky.

Baphomet froze in mid-air, staring in horror at the golden streak of light shooting into the sky.

Then, an even more horrifying scene unfolded: the blood that had been gushing out from the severed neck of Sulong's headless body instantly stopped, and the stark white cervical vertebrae were the first to pierce out from the bloody and mangled wound, extending upwards at an extremely fast speed to reshape and instantly construct the complete outline of the skull.

Immediately afterwards, dark red blood vessels, like wildly growing dense vines, climbed and coiled along the skeleton, while bright red muscle proliferated and filled the spaces between the blood vessels, and pale skin quickly covered them.

In just three seconds, a perfectly intact head appeared right in front of Baphomet!

Golden flames danced in Sulong's deep eyes. He slowly raised his left hand, held up one index finger, and precisely pressed it against Baphomet's ferocious black goat head.

"Unfortunately, you dialed the wrong place." Su Long's voice was calm without any inflection, yet it carried a chilling aura that made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Baphomet trembled violently, completely ignoring the fingers pressed against its forehead. It abruptly turned its head and looked up at the sky in utter horror.

The spear, burning with golden flames, struck the enormous blood moon hanging high in the sky. The spear encountered no resistance; its golden trajectory vanished into the dark red moon like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The next moment, a tiny, pitch-black dot suddenly appeared at the very center of the red moon, like a greedy cosmic singularity, and the instant it appeared, it unleashed a terrifying suction force.

The surrounding dark red moonlight was forcibly pulled into the black spot, and the matter on the surface of the blood moon began to collapse and shatter on a large scale. Huge cracks spread wildly outward from the black spot, and dazzling golden firelight shone from the depths of the cracks.

When the expansion of the black spot reaches a certain critical value, the destructive energy that has been accumulated to the limit finally explodes completely.

The enormous blood moon, hanging high above the domain, now resembled a cheap balloon punctured by a steel needle, with massive amounts of dark red substance spraying outwards through the huge rupture in the moon's body.

With a deafening roar, the entire blood moon was blasted in two. The massive lunar debris, having lost its levitation, crashed down onto the blood-red plain below with earth-shattering force.

"No--!"

Baphomet suddenly let out a desperate roar, and his entire body began to twist violently.

The dark red flesh melted instantly, like a block of wax exposed to high temperatures, and the ghostly blue flames of hell spread from its body, turning its hard bones into powder.

In the blink of an eye, the arrogant demon clone vanished completely, turning into a pool of viscous sludge that reeked of extreme decay, limply piling up on the cold metal skid plate.

At the same time, the remnants of the blood moon high in the sky were also constantly disintegrating and dissipating under the burning of the golden flames inside, and its huge volume shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The once overwhelming crimson domain collapsed completely with the collapse of the main body, and Su Long's trillion-fold crematorium domain expanded accordingly, swallowing up all the remaining blood pool.

Just as the wreckage was about to hit the ground, all the dark red matter completely dissipated, and a horned demon with a severely shrunken body and covered in charred wounds fell to the ground in a sorry state.

At this moment, Baphomet no longer enjoys its former high and mighty status.

Its fleshy wings on its back were completely torn apart, leaving only two bare skeletons. One of its ram horns on its head was broken off, and the inverted pentagram mark on its forehead was dim and lifeless. Its whole body was oozing foul-smelling black blood.

Even more terrifying was the enormous, grotesque hole in his chest, a penetrating wound almost the size of a bowl, through which one could even see the scenery behind him.

Sulong stood still, the crown of flames above his head swirling silently, casting a sacred glow.

He looked down at the A-rank demon, who resembled a stray dog, and calmly said, "It's over, Baphomet."

As he focused his mind, the metal anti-slip plate beneath his feet emitted a deafening roar. Immediately afterward, the steel plate beneath Baphomet suddenly split open to both sides, and the four incredibly thick steel bulkheads rose from the ground, extending upward and closing at an extremely fast speed.

Baphomet tried to struggle, but its broken body couldn't muster any strength at all.

Directly ahead, a massive metal hatch suddenly appeared, accompanied by a dull mechanical clanging sound as the turntable on the hatch locked tightly.

A giant, fully enclosed crematorium, custom-built specifically for this A-level demon, stood abruptly in the center of the domain.

Surong stared at the tightly closed hatch and said coldly, "Turn to ashes, Baphomet."

The next moment, primordial flames roared up from inside the giant incinerator, instantly filling the entire furnace chamber. The terrifyingly high temperature directly scorched the walls of the chamber until they glowed red-hot.

Through the thick, heat-resistant observation window on the hatch, Su Long could clearly see that Baphomet's proud demon form was rapidly melting in the flames.

Its dark red flesh, like a piece of inferior wax exposed to the scorching sun, peeled off and vaporized in large pieces, while its hard bones cracked with a teeth-grinding sound under the licking of the golden flames.

"A heart-wrenching scream pierced through the thick steel bulkheads and echoed throughout the entire metal world."

Baphomet finally realized just how terrifying the power of that golden flame was.

It felt with immense horror that the place where it had been burned to ashes by the flames had completely vanished.

It didn't become another kind of matter; it was completely erased from existence!

As a high-ranking A-level demon, it hung high above hell and was worshipped by countless believers. It never imagined that one day it would be stuffed into an iron furnace by a mortal and burned like the cheapest vagrant's corpse.

Baphomet's mangled head slammed against the observation window, his murky, dark purple eyes fixed on Suron outside, a hysterical roar erupting from his throat: "You dare to burn me!"

"Even if I destroy this body, I will drag you down to hell with me forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Baphomet used the "Aggregate" ability on himself. His massive, melting body instantly collapsed inward, and all his flesh, bones, and even all the power within him were forcibly crushed under a terrifying gravitational force.

In the blink of an eye, a black singularity containing the essence of Baphomet's sacrifice floated in the center of the furnace.

"Boom—!"

The seemingly indestructible giant incinerator was torn to pieces by this overwhelming destructive force, and the heavy steel hatch flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the metal wall in the distance.

Just as the corpse furnace shattered, a thick black chain shot out from the black singularity, heading straight for Su Long's face.

At the same time, a grand, somber incantation, imbued with an endless will to die, resounded throughout the entire space.

"I am the Lord of the Abyss, the controller of the gates of Hell."

"At the cost of sacrificing my body—"

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"All that has breath, and all that has no breath;"

"All things with form and all things without form;"

"All who are alive and all who are dead;"

"For all who are strong, and for all who are weak;"

"All that is under the heavens, all that is on the earth—"

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"Neither created nor uncreated, neither existent nor nothing can hinder my hand!"

"I will stretch out my indestructible iron chains and drag you into the dark hell for all eternity!"

Seeing the chains hurtling towards him, Su Long immediately activated his spiritual vision to its limit, and everything in his field of vision slowed down instantly.

However, the tip of the black chain had now completely locked onto his position. No matter whether he dodged to the left or retreated, the chain's trajectory would be adjusted accordingly in mid-air.

There's no way to avoid this!

As long as Su Long stands here, as long as he exists in this space, this chain will surely pierce his chest and forcibly drag his soul into hell.

Su Long gritted his teeth, his brain instantly entering overload mode, his thinking speed increasing several times over. The entire world seemed to stand still in his perception, and sparks of thought collided wildly in his mind.

Since he can't avoid it, he can only find someone to take the hit for him and go to hell in his place!

But the thought only flashed through Su Long's mind for a moment before he completely cut it off.

He wasn't a morally superior saint, but he couldn't bring himself to use his comrades-in-arms as scapegoats.

If I can't turn to my teammates, who else can I turn to?

Sulong's brain worked at lightning speed, dissecting and re-examining that gloomy incantation.

"All that has breath, and all that has no breath; all that is alive, and all that is dead; all that has form, and all that has no form—"

Su Long's eyes suddenly lit up.

To ensure that this attack could not be blocked by any defense, Baphomet set the spell's range to be extremely wide.

It feared that Surong might become invisible or fake his death to escape, so it included "dead," "invisible," and "breathless" in its target acquisition criteria.

This means that the chain is not picky at all and can basically "grab anything"!

As long as something is "existing", as long as it stands between the chains and Suron and triggers the grab check, it will be dragged into the dark hell without hesitation!

Since we can catch anything, that makes things much easier.

Su Long turned his head and looked at a strange figure that had been standing quietly not far from him.

The Spoon Killer.

This assassin, ever since his entry was triggered by Su Long, has existed like a persistent leech, operating under extremely stubborn and bizarre rules.

Su Long looked at the Spoon Killer's blank face and a cold, sharp smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Don't you enjoy hunting down people?

Don't you possess the rule of immortality and eternal entanglement?

Then let's go to hell and have some fun with this A-level demon.

With a thought, Su Long deactivated the immersion mode.

Time, which had seemed frozen in the surroundings, resumed its flow in an instant. The wind howled again, and metal fragments slammed into the ground with deafening crashes.

The black chain, imbued with an endless will to die, had already rushed to within half a meter of Su Long, its chilling aura even touching his eyelashes.

At this critical moment, Su Long suddenly pushed off the ground with his left foot, dodged to the side, and hid behind the Spoon Killer.