Chapter 219 : The Holy Son

Chapter 219: The Holy Son

Southern Continent, Great Wall.

George had just withdrawn onto the Airborne Mobile Island that came to extract him when he saw a scene that utterly stunned him.

Rows upon rows of Fire Elements were surging forth from the distant horizon.

They clustered together in dense masses, converging into a vast sea of flames that swept toward the Great Wall.

As the sea of flames struck the wall, temperatures of several thousand degrees instantly melted through the structure. The thick, riveted armor plates bent and fell away like wax, exposing the gear sets beneath, which spun wildly in the scorching heat before exploding into a rain of molten metal.

One artillery cannon slowly tilted in the inferno, its barrel melting into a stream of crimson molten iron, falling like the arm of a dying giant.

From afar, entire stretches of the Great Wall collapsed section by section, as if gnawed apart by a colossal beast. The fallen steel beams plunged into the flames, sending fountains of fire hundreds of meters high into the air.

The sea of flames seemed almost alive as it spread onward, engulfing the Great Wall completely.

Everything it swept past became a twisted graveyard of metal.

The once-mighty fortification that had stood over fifty years in the Southern Continent was now reduced to nothing more than a dissolving strip of metallic trim at the edge of the flames.

Seeing this, George’s pupils slowly widened.

“What level of monster… is this…” he muttered in disbelief.

Beside him, Feller lit a cigarette and spoke leisurely.

“I heard it’s a Level 4 Monstrous Civilization—Fire Element Civilization. It’s actually my first time seeing them in person.”

With the abolition of the Silence Agreement, the human high command immediately began the evacuation of the Great Wall forces.

The two men naturally understood that such a continent-scale fortification could no longer be held.

Meanwhile—

The Fire Elements were not pleased.

This was the first time in years that they had left the Flame Desert Zone where they had long dwelled.

But since the order came from a World-class Monstrous Organization, they had no choice but to obey.

Tens of thousands of Fire Elements merged into the blazing sea that surged along the Great Wall, sweeping it away entirely.

A few hours later—

Northern waters of the Western Wasteland Continent, Iron Oath Brotherhood Carrier Fleet.

Up to this point, this carrier fleet had already annihilated three Monstrous Civilizations.

Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the carrier command room.

The Commander frowned.

“What’s going on?” he demanded.

“Report! A large number of missiles are incoming from the northeast—three hundred kilometers out!”

The camera shifted to the distant northeastern sky, where a string of light dots appeared on the horizon.

At first, they resembled faint stars lingering before dawn, but in an instant, they multiplied rapidly, spreading through the azure sky like a plague.

On closer look, hundreds of missiles were screaming toward them, their long trails of flame slicing through the heavens.

At the Commander’s order, the fleet immediately initiated interception protocols and launched reconnaissance aircraft.

Moments later, they identified the enemy behind the missile strike—

A Level 4 Carrier Fleet belonging to the War Alliance.

“So they’ve finally come,” the Commander murmured.

It was only natural that the World-class Monstrous Organizations would not sit idly by while the Western Wasteland Continent’s Monstrous Civilizations were being wiped out. They were bound to intervene.

The Commander rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

If it were just a single carrier fleet, his forces might still stand a chance.

Just then, the front-line reconnaissance planes transmitted another report.

The Commander’s expression shifted slightly upon hearing it.

“What? That carrier fleet is also equipped with two Mobile Warriors?”

Hundreds of nautical miles to the northeast, a War Alliance carrier fleet advanced in formation.

Following behind were two Level 4 Mobile Warriors.

These towering armored machines, each over a hundred meters tall, did not stride across the waves but instead cruised through the sea using a propulsion array mounted on their backs.

The armor on their shoulders unfolded to either side, revealing built-in stabilizing wings that kept them balanced amid the surging waves.

Whenever several-meter-high swells crashed against them, the active liquid-metal coating on their surface automatically adjusted its form, evenly dispersing the impact throughout their frames.

They were armed with naval cannons, ultra-vibration cutting blades, anti-ship missile pods, and close-defense pulse cannons.

Coming back to his senses, the Commander sighed softly.

“With Mobile Warriors in the mix, this battle isn’t one we can win.”

He immediately ordered the carrier fleet to retreat.

Piercing alarms echoed once again throughout the ships—

But it was not the shrill wail of a battle alert, rather the low, rhythmic signal of a full withdrawal: three long and two short tones.

The Commander’s voice resonated across all ship communication channels.

“Mission terminated. All vessels turn one-eighty degrees. Increase speed to twenty-eight knots.”

All combat aircraft swiftly returned to base, and the ships tightened their formation.

The fleet then fired off a wave of jamming and heat decoy rounds to generate false signals and confuse enemy tracking.

As they withdrew, the Commander couldn’t help recalling the burning wreckage of the Sea Elephant units that had once floated on these waters.

“All this time… who was the Silence Agreement really protecting?” he murmured.

——

In a small courtyard.

Adam bent down, carefully counting the blades of grass sprouting from the cracks between the stone tiles.

Sunlight pooled in the yard like molten honey, slowly flowing over the stone steps and the tips of the grass.

The young boy, barefoot, felt the cool touch of the stone for the first time.

He stretched out a hand, his fingertip brushing against the tender shoots growing from the seams. The faint fuzz startled him at first, but then he couldn’t resist touching them again.

So this… was how soft life felt.

A tiny movement brushed across the back of his hand. Startled, he looked down to see a ladybug had landed there.

The little insect was a vivid red, and the black dots on its shell were arranged with such perfect precision it seemed to follow some sacred geometric law.

Adam held his breath, watching as it spread its translucent wings and took flight.

A sound came from behind him, followed by a gentle voice.

“I’m back, Adam.”

Adam turned his head, and upon recognizing the figure, his face lit up with joy.

“Grandpa Constantine!”

The Pope of the Apocalypse Sect, Constantine, spread his arms and smiled as he drew Adam into a warm embrace.

The scene shifted—inside a conference room, the Cardinal Bishops of the Holy See watched this moment intently.

When they came to their senses, murmurs began to ripple through the room.

“In just a few months, he’s developed from an embryo into a six- or seven-year-old boy. Such astonishing growth speed.”

“Care for him should be left to the researchers. Why must His Holiness handle it personally?”

“The Apocalypse Sect’s ultimate weapon… looks no different from a fragile child.”

“No—his human form is merely a vessel.”

“…Is he controllable?”

Amidst their whispers, Cardinal Bishop Viktor slowly lit a cigarette.

The usually talkative and easygoing man now looked more solemn than ever.

“The future of the entire Apocalypse Sect—and perhaps even of all humanity—is to be entrusted to this child?” he thought silently, his gaze fixed on Adam’s image on the screen.

Adam raised his small hand and gently caressed Constantine’s face.

“You look tired, Grandpa Constantine.”

“Yes, Grandpa has been troubled by something lately.” Constantine smiled faintly. “It threw me into a bit of a mess, but I’ve already dealt with it.”

Adam froze upon hearing that.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

“But Grandpa, your heart is still filled with worry and unrest… even turmoil.”

As he spoke, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

“Grandpa Constantine, the Silence Agreement you’re so troubled about being abolished… what exactly is it?”

Upon hearing this, the Cardinal Bishops in the conference room were stunned.

“He can sense a person’s inner thoughts?”

“That’s only one of his many abilities. Some researchers have even discovered that he once revived an entire withered potted plant!”

“He can read the hearts of anyone around him. Nothing can be hidden from his eyes. How are we supposed to raise someone like that?”

“Can we… truly control such a weapon?”

Constantine was momentarily startled, then smiled and shook his head.

“So, I still couldn’t hide it from you, Adam.”

Adam slowly withdrew the small hands that had been hugging him, lowering his head like a child who had done something wrong.

“Grandpa Constantine, why did you and everyone else create me?”

The meeting room fell into silence.

Constantine, seemingly prepared for the question, gently bent down and embraced him, speaking softly.

“Because we need you, Adam.”

“I believe that now—both humans and monsters live in constant fear.”

Whiteman said sincerely.

“Hmm?”

Li Ye was momentarily taken aback, then understood what he meant.

After the abolition of the Silence Agreement, both the human and monstrous World-class Organizations had begun indiscriminate strikes across the Wasteland.

Their main targets were still the weaker factions on the opposing side.

Following Whiteman’s line of thought, Li Ye began to ponder.

From the perspective of humans—since the Wasteland was already teeming with monsters, the indiscriminate strikes from the Monstrous World-class Organizations made survival impossible for low-level human Mobile Cities and factions. They could only cling to the Three Major Human Organizations for protection, unable to appear openly or develop independently. High-level human Mobile Cities, on the other hand, had sufficient strength to protect themselves and continue roaming the Wasteland.

From the monsters’ perspective—the Wasteland was home to far too many of them, and the Monstrous World-class Organizations couldn’t possibly manage them all. Meanwhile, the human World-class Organizations wielded high-grade vehicles and Mobile Cities capable of striking anywhere in the world. Low-level Monstrous Civilizations were easily annihilated.

“So, in order to avoid human indiscriminate attacks, even low-level Monstrous Civilizations would choose to roam the Wasteland using Mobile Cities, is that right?” he speculated.

Whiteman slowly nodded.

“Yes.”

He told Li Ye that one hundred and fifty-two years ago, before humans and monsters signed the Silence Agreement, the Wasteland was exactly like this.

At that time, low-level Monstrous Civilizations mostly survived through wandering.

“By low-level, do you mean Level 2 and below?” Li Ye asked.

“Yes,” Whiteman nodded. “Level 3 counts as high-level. But given the current situation, even Level 3 Monstrous Civilizations might have to wander.”

Li Ye couldn’t help but imagine it—

A vast group of Level 1 to Level 3 Monstrous Civilizations roaming the Wasteland aboard their Mobile Cities—

The image was oddly fascinating.

The journey afterward was relatively calm—until that Epic-grade Intelligence Refresh appeared.

【6. The Emperor Beast Jörmungandr has begun frequent activity. Her movements will trigger world-spanning tsunamis and completely reshape parts of several continents. Recommended refuge locations: Xirang Continent, Northern Firmament Continent highlands, Guixu Continent, Polar Continent, Sky-roaming Continent. (Intelligence Value: Epic)】

“What?” Li Ye froze instinctively.

The intelligence update came too suddenly; he was completely caught off guard.

Jörmungandr’s activity will trigger world-spanning tsunamis.

That line alone was terrifying.

Fortunately, the Polar Continent was already the Tomorrow Alliance’s intended destination, so the impact of Jörmungandr’s awakening wouldn’t be too great for them.

As he thought about it, Li Ye’s expression grew more animated.

That Emperor Beast had stirred up such a grand-scale phenomenon—he wondered how the World-class Organizations would respond.

But that wasn’t his concern. His priority was to hurry on their journey.

At that very moment—

In the Leviathan Ocean.

The oceanic crust groaned as the tectonic plates ruptured under immense pressure, magma gushing out of the fissures like fresh blood.

All of it stemmed from Jörmungandr’s awakening.

Her scales scraped against the seabed, and each subtle motion triggered undersea earthquakes.

After countless years of slumber, she decided to stretch her colossal body once more.

Within the depths of the Leviathan Ocean, the gargantuan serpent slowly twisted and rolled her mountain-sized frame.

With every rotation, trillions of tons of seawater were violently churned. The ocean’s surface surged upward, forming hundreds-of-meters-high, moving black “mountain ranges.”

Those were tsunamis.

Eastern Continent coast—ruins of a seaside city.

Several Kobolds were patrolling along the beach.

Under their watchful eyes, a shocking scene unfolded.

The entire sea level began to drop.

The waves that had been crashing against the breakwater vanished within seconds—as if someone had pulled the plug from the ocean.

The coastline retreated visibly, the exposed seabed glistening wetly under the sunlight—reefs, shipwrecks, and hidden submarine canyons all revealed to the open air.

Decayed ships lay stranded upon the suddenly dried sandbars, their tilted hulls creaking ominously.

Seabirds circled in panic, finding nowhere to perch.

The Kobolds exchanged uneasy glances, their faces filled with confusion.

“Yip?”

One of them looked toward the horizon—only to see a thin black line rising from where sea met sky.

At first, it looked like a low wall of clouds, but as it drew nearer, the details became clearer.

It wasn’t clouds.

It was water.

Hundreds of meters of it.

The confusion on the Kobolds’ faces instantly turned to sheer terror.

Realizing what was coming, they broke into a frantic retreat.

The wave hadn’t yet arrived, but the wind came first.

Air compressed by the incoming wall of water burst outward as a powerful shockwave.

The glass windows of coastal buildings shattered all at once, shards spraying across the streets like bullets.

Before the Kobolds could even escape, the roaring wind swept them off their feet.

The front edge of the tsunami created a vacuum zone, instantly sucking the air out from the coastline.

Trees, lampposts, and cars—everything not firmly anchored—was dragged toward the sea by an invisible hand, as though the ocean itself were pulling the world back into its depths.