RPAGF Chapter 96 Hot War! Awesome!
Chapter 96 Hot War! Awesome!
Chapter 96 Hot War! Awesome!
Inside the divine realm, Luo Huan stared at the mushroom cloud rising from the red bead.
"Hahahaha! Finally! Hahahaha!"
She jumped up, her silver hair flying wildly in the air.
"Humanity's ultimate weapon is here!"
The scene inside the bead changes. It shows a conference room with oak paneling, where seven people are sitting around a long table.
They were all wearing custom-made suits, with whiskey glasses beside them.
A map of Detroit was projected on the wall, with a red circle marking the "New Canaan" controlled area.
A bald man tapped the table with his knuckles.
"Vote. Raise your hand if you support using special measures."
Seven hands were raised.
All.
Three men in gray suits stood in the corner, each holding a folder.
One of them stepped forward: "Gentlemen, risk assessments indicate that a nuclear explosion could lead to..."
"Shut up."
The bald man interrupted him.
"You're fired. Get out now."
The three exchanged a glance, closed the folder, and turned to leave.
Another man wearing a monocle laughed: "Perfect. I can clear out my old inventory. I'll be getting new stock next year anyway."
"I also have a few that are close to their maintenance period."
A fat man across from him chimed in, "Using it here makes things easier on the books."
"Then let the Anna family pay for it."
The bald man said, "They haven't even cleaned up their mess from last year. If they don't step up their game this time, they can forget about passing the next parliamentary vote."
Nobody is discussing radioactive dust.
No one is discussing the subsequent political repercussions.
No one is discussing the international reaction.
The man with the monocle raised his glass: "For efficiency."
"For efficiency."
The cups clinked together.
Luo Huan watched all this, stuck out her tongue, and licked the dark red bead.
"That's right! That's right!"
Her voice trembled.
"Forget about rational calculations and confrontations, just go for it, big guys! Accelerate like crazy!"
Luo Huan laughed so hard she bent over, covering her stomach with both hands.
"That's right! That's right!"
She straightened up, her eyes gleaming. "Forget the rational calculations and confrontations, just go for the big guys! Accelerate!"
Irrational.
impulse.
Shortsighted.
People are willing to sacrifice the entire city for personal grudges.
She absolutely loves this.
If everyone were this efficient, if every decision were made without unnecessary trade-offs, if the whole world started using nuclear weapons to resolve neighborhood disputes!
"Oh, that way I can get in faster."
She stuck out her tongue and licked the dark red bead floating in front of her.
Inside the bead, images of the ruins of Detroit are being updated.
She saw Carl Jensen get up from the ground.
He stood on the edge of the suburbs, his back to the still-burning city, and dusted himself off.
"Ah~ Karl~"
Luo Huan stared at him, her face flushed, her breath condensing into a brief white mist in the air. "What will you do?"
Carl coughed and spat out the blood foam from his mouth.
The buzzing in my ears was subsiding, replaced by the crackling of burning buildings in the distance and a persistent low-frequency whistling.
He raised his hand to his forehead and shook his head.
The field of vision stabilized.
There are abrasions on the left shoulder, a possible fracture of the right rib, and a stabbing pain in the chest when breathing.
However, its core functions are intact, and its limbs can move.
The sky was a dark yellow, with smoke and dust suspended in the low atmosphere.
The western sun was obscured by thick smoke, leaving only a blurry orange-red patch of light.
The temperature has risen significantly.
The air smelled of burning, the acrid odor of burning plastic, and another, fainter smell of charred metal.
He turned and looked towards the city.
The city center is no longer visible.
The area was shrouded in a huge dust cloud, which was still slowly rising.
Near the edge, the building silhouettes are distorted, many buildings are missing their upper halves, and the broken sections expose steel bars and cracked concrete.
The streets were littered with the wreckage of burning vehicles.
Some of the nearby buildings had their facades blackened and their windows shattered.
Karl looked down and pulled the military walkie-talkie out of his waist bag.
The black casing was a bit hot to the touch, and there were scratches on the surface, but the indicator light was still on.
He pressed the call button and turned the knob to the public frequency.
"Let's gather together."
The sound traveled through radio waves, spreading across the empty ruins.
Pause for two seconds.
"How many people are still alive!"
There was no immediate response.
There was only the buzzing sound of electricity.
Karl took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
[Blood Flag Domain] unfolds.
An invisible boundary rapidly expanded from him, sweeping across scorched earth, over burning streets, through collapsed buildings, and covering the entire city of Detroit.
Perception seeps into every corner like mercury.
He saw it.
Three kilometers to the southeast, a faint but familiar life signal came from David Miller, who was in very poor condition but still alive.
To the northwest, four signals converged and moved, representing James Jones and three other Blessers.
North, six signals.
Northeast, three.
southwest----
All twenty-three life signals of the Blessers remain and have not disappeared.
Karl opened his eyes.
Voices began to come through the walkie-talkie, initially static, then gradually becoming clearer: "—This is Jones—I'm still here, at—"
"Aaron Blakely reports that there are four people traveling together near the North Warehouse—"
"Raphael received, I'm at—"
One after another, the voices came one after another.
Carl pressed the call button: "All Blessed Ones, come to me. Coordinates: 5 kilometers southeast of the former City Hall, at the intersection of suburban roads."
"Repeat, come closer to me."
"clear."
"receive."
"It's moving."
The walkie-talkie fell silent.
Carl turned and looked at the wasteland on the other side of the road.
Five minutes later, the first figure appeared.
It's James Jones.
His face was covered in blood, and the left sleeve of his camouflage uniform was torn, revealing the reddened, burned skin underneath.
But he walked steadily, still holding a rifle in his hand.
"Sir."
"Um."
Next was Aaron Blakeverly, helping a young soldier with a leg injury.
Then there was Raphael, walking on his own, but breathing rapidly.
People gradually gathered from different directions.
David Miller was the last to arrive.
He was being supported by others; his right arm, from shoulder to fingertips, was completely carbonized, the skin was charred black, and cracked, revealing the dark red muscle tissue underneath.
His arms hung limply at his sides, swaying slightly with each step.
His face was deathly pale, but his eyes were open, and he nodded when he saw Karl.
"David, take a rest."
Carl said.
He glanced around.
All twenty-three people were present.
David was the most seriously injured, followed by two with fractures, four with moderate burns, and the rest with minor injuries.
"Others,"
Carl turned to face the burning city. "Come with me to save people."
Without waiting for a response, he strode towards the ruins.
The Blood Flag Domain remains in place, like an invisible net covering the entire city.
The location of each survivor was a clear point of light in his perception, and at the same time, he bestowed power upon them.
He walked slowly, but with steady steps.
Those who were still able to move followed behind.
David, whose right arm was charred, shook his head, pushed away the people supporting him, picked up half a broken steel bar from the ground with his left hand, used it as a crutch, and limped along with the group.
The air is getting hotter and hotter.
As the radiation dose increases, the skin can feel a slight tingling sensation.
Carl didn't stop.
He turned a corner and stopped in front of a partially collapsed apartment building.
The building broke in the middle, with the upper part crashing diagonally onto the adjacent building, while the lower part remained standing, but the internal structure had completely collapsed.
His senses told him that there were seven signs of life beneath the rubble.
Three of them were very faint.
He raised his hand and pointed to a pile of twisted reinforced concrete blocks on the left.
"Here, two people. Approximately three meters deep."
James Jones and three others stepped forward and began to move the pieces by hand.
Carl turned to the right, where a whole floor slab was pressing down, estimated to weigh over ten tons.
He walked over, bent down, and braced his hands against the edge of the floorboards.
The muscles are tense.
The floor slab was raised by thirty centimeters.
"There's space down there, go in and drag the person out."
A benefactor went inside and dragged out an unconscious middle-aged woman half a minute later. Then he went inside again and dragged out a boy who looked about ten years old.
The floor slab was lowered, causing the ground to vibrate.
Carl continued walking forward.
At the next location, a bus was overturned by the shockwave and landed on the ruins of a roadside shop.
A knocking sound came from under the vehicle.
Without saying a word, he walked directly to the front of the car and grabbed the deformed frame with both hands.
The metal emitted a piercing groan.
The bus was lifted up, revealing three shop assistants huddled behind the counter.
"My Lord Saint—"
One of the young women looked up at him, tears mingling with the dust on her face.
Carl nodded and walked to the next spot.
Under the blazing sun, his shadow stretched very long.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the scorched ground, evaporating instantly.
But he didn't stop.
They moved the boulders, lifted the steel beams, and tore apart the tangled steel bars.
Each effort can rescue one to three trapped people.
The Blessers followed behind him, digging, carrying, and transporting the wounded according to his instructions.
A loose but effective rescue chain gradually formed amidst the ruins.
Those rescued were gathered in a relatively safe open space, with the lightly injured assisting the seriously injured, and those with medical experience beginning to provide first aid using limited resources.
Throughout the process, people kept recognizing Carl.
"Thanks----"
"Ah! Your Excellency, Saint!"
"Lord—you have truly come—"
The voices rose and fell, some trembling with sobs, others simply repeating themselves in a daze.
Carl did not respond.
He focused on sensing the next signal and moved on to the next ruin.
His olive green shirt was soaked with sweat and dust, clinging tightly to his back.
The cross scar on the back of his right hand was still clearly visible on the stained skin.
David Miller leans against a wall that hasn't completely collapsed, using his left hand to apply a makeshift splint to a man with a broken leg.
He looked up, in Karl's direction.
Under the scorching sun, the man was prying open a precast concrete slab that was pinning the little girl down with his bare hands.
The movements were steady and without hesitation.
David lowered his head and continued with his work.
A slight smile curved her lips.
still alive.
It can continue.
This is enough.
In the distance, on the other side of the city, smoke and dust were still rising.
But people began to regroup amidst the ruins.
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