Chapter 679: Magical Fission
Within the Inavu Valley, the Green-Skinned Ogres of New Life greedily devoured the surrounding soil, vegetation, and even rock, consuming everything as nourishment for their grotesque growth.
Suddenly, a piercing scream split the air. One of the Ogres lifted its head in shock—its eyes locked onto a faint, dark dot drifting across the sky.
"What is that?"
"I don't know... looks like a giant black egg."
"Can we eat it?"
"No, wait—looks like it's made of iron. And it's glowing. Could be turned into a steel pole!"
Curious and utterly bewildered by this unprecedented sight, the recently awakened Green-Skinned Ogres began shouting over one another, filling the valley with chaotic noise.
They had no idea what they were staring at.
This was the gift prepared by Kai Xiusu and the Empire’s Military Engineers—a Magical Fission Bomb.
Inside the obsidian metal casing lay two Dragon Spit Pearls, hand-crafted by a Red Dragon itself—capable of unleashing an instant Nine-Ring Spell Power Explosion. Engraved upon the shell were Armor Classification Rune Arrays, and at its core, a High-Concentration Plutonium Core, extracted through the combined efforts of Yuan Huan Xiu Hui’s cultivators and the Empire’s high-tier mages.
When both Dragon Spit Pearls activated simultaneously, they triggered a powerful implosion wave, compressing the outer explosive material inward. The resulting density surpassed the critical threshold—igniting a nuclear chain reaction in a fraction of a second.
In that brief moment, the bomb released energy equivalent to tens of thousands of tons of TNT—a Nuclear Fission Explosion.
This was the Empire of Ashen’s most advanced weapon of mass destruction: a crystallization of science and magic, housing multiple interlocking seven-ring or higher High-Loop Wards, with a price tag nearing 100,000 gold coins.
Its first test had taken place in the remote reaches of the Wahala Glacier. The resulting explosion had turned dozens of miles of wilderness into a wasteland choked with thick smoke and toxic fire.
Though the Empire’s Military Engineering Department officially named it the “Dragon’s Wrath Bomb”—a fitting title for the Emperor of the Ashen Flame’s divine fury—the Ogres of New Life knew nothing of its origin.
They only stared up, babbling in confusion, as the black iron sphere descended ever closer.
“Don’t let it fall!”
“Stop it!”
Soro roared, his fury echoing through the Spore Network, amplifying the chaotic energy field to unbearable levels.
“What was that? Did I just hear the boss’s voice?”
“What is that thing?”
Amidst the noise, the Ogres remained clueless—unaware that extinction was already descending upon them.
The black iron sphere drew nearer. The sound grew deafening—like needles stabbing into their eardrums.
At less than a hundred meters above ground, the two Dragon Spit Pearls detonated.
The Magical Fission Bomb exploded.
The Emperor of the Ashen Flame’s wrath had descended upon the world.
Heaven and Earth fell into an eerie silence—yet within that silence, a storm of annihilation brewed, like the calm before a cataclysmic storm.
Then—light.
A blinding, searing beam tore across the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon, eclipsing the sun itself.
“My eyes—! I’m blind!”
“It’s too bright!”
“By Gush Above!”
The Green-Skinned Ogres screamed, shielding their eyes and scrambling into shadowy crevices. Never in their lives had they seen such a blinding light—their skin already blistered and blackened from the radiation.
Then came the heat.
The air around them surged to millions of degrees Celsius in an instant.
Such extreme heat instantly ignited every flammable substance, creating an intense firestorm at the explosion’s core. A massive, expanding fireball bloomed—white, orange, and red—pulsing with terrifying energy.
At that temperature, all matter vaporized instantly.
“Divine Punishment!” Mok gasped, his face a mask of disbelief. “This is Divine Punishment! Is the Empire of Ashen backed by the Sun God?!”
“No—my Bestowal!” Soro roared, hurling his spear toward the bomb. But it was too late.
In a flash, the fireball consumed every Green-Skinned Ogre within its radius—erased, melted, vaporized. Not a single ash remained.
Their bodily moisture was ionized. Their muscles and bones carbonized in an instant. The entire process took less than 0.1 seconds.
Then came the shockwave—a wall of superheated air expanding outward at extreme speed, sweeping across sky and earth.
Boom—
The ground screamed. The sky howled. The entire world trembled.
Within seconds, everything within several kilometers was flattened into dust.
Boom!
Mountains cracked. Valleys collapsed. The mighty Bindler River boiled alive, its waters evaporating instantly, replaced by towering plumes of white steam. The riverbed was left dry, charred, and littered with the twisted, unrecognizable remains of Ogres.
The earth itself split open—cracks split the land, and debris, trees, and boulders were hurled into the air. The sky filled with dust and burning fragments. Visibility vanished.
Boom!
Monoliths shattered like glass, collapsing in a wave of fire and debris, burying the Inavu Valley beneath a tidal wave of destruction.
The explosion’s gases, dust, and smoke surged upward, forming a massive mushroom cloud that pierced the heavens—its base a deep orange, fading to gray-white at the top, stretching over ten miles into the stratosphere, a sight both spectacular and horrifying.
Heat radiation spread across hundreds of kilometers, instantly igniting trees, grass, and animal hides. Sparks danced across the land like fireflies. The earth rippled with waves of superheated energy, scorching everything within a hundred-mile radius.
One stone, a thousand ripples.
“Run!”
“I don’t want to die!”
The Ogres fled in panic, shoving and trampling one another, leaping into rivers—only to watch as the water boiled instantly, cooking them alive. In a single breath, the rivers vanished, their beds reduced to charred earth, piled high with the blackened, fused remains of their kin.
Even the unborn Ogres beneath the soil were burned to ash, becoming part of the new, scorched earth.
From the sky, burning debris rained down like death itself, a storm of fire and ruin.
“No—no, I haven’t finished the Mother God’s quest!” Mok raised his Scepter, his voice hoarse, trembling. For the first time, fear, despair, and rage flickered across his shadowed face.
The Scepter pulsed. Spore mycelium surged from all directions, wrapping around him like a living cocoon—over twenty meters tall, a thick, pulsing shell.
But against the scorching winds and churning dust clouds, it was no more than a fleeting speck of dust.
Boom—
A frenzied wave of heat, like a tsunami, crashed over it. The cocoon ignited instantly, becoming a charred fireball.
From within, Mok’s vile hatred echoed—a wail of fury and disbelief:
“No—why?! Why would the Sun God still be awake?!”
In moments, he was reduced to blackened charcoal, his body gone, his soul erased.
Even in death, he believed this was Divine Punishment—unable to fathom that such power could be crafted by mortal hands. To him, this was the wrath of ancient gods.
Soro knelt, eyes shut. His skin cracked and burned away, smoke rising from his body. Yet, as a Legendary Creature, his life force endured—barely—against the thermal surge.
Trembling, he lifted his head, his voice breaking:
“How… how could this happen? I was supposed to be the savior of my people… how?!”
He slammed his fists onto the red-hot ground, then raised his hands in a desperate prayer—his face twisted in madness:
“Mighty, towering Father God Gwush… the damned Empire has destroyed us all! I curse them! I beg You—”
Boom!
A crimson thunderbolt split the thick smoke, descending like a divine blade—striking Soro directly.
When he opened his eyes again, his left eye was dull. His right eye burned with a frenzied, murky light. His skin was etched with fearsome, twisting runes.
Standing tall, he spoke—his voice thick with unleashed fury:
“Kai Xiusu…
You will pay.
Full Acceleration—ascend!
Now! We must fly out of this blast zone—before we all die here!”
The ear-piercing scream was drowned out by the roar of the explosion—a sound so overwhelming, it rendered all else meaningless.
Then—a streak of light.
Dozens of figures, trailing flames, sliced through the sky, piercing the thick smoke, ascending at breakneck speed. Within seconds, they vanished into the upper atmosphere—over ten miles above the ground.
They were the Aerial Corps of the Empire of Ashen—and the architects of this apocalypse.
Stuffed Bun stared, wide-eyed, his heart still racing.
“…Phew. Good thing we ran. Otherwise, we’d be crispy.”
In his ear, a song played—“aLIEz”—its explosive rhythm echoing the destruction below.
“Holy shit, Nuclear Weapon!”
“Jesus Christ, we almost got annihilated!”
“Who knew that thing had this kind of power? No warning label! I thought it was just a fuel-air bomb!”
“…If we get exposed, will we mutate? Grow three eyes? Four legs? Might be cool.”
“Seriously, go drink some nuclear waste. See what happens.”
Singo shook his head, marveling.
“Magical Fission weapons… only Curtis could’ve cooked this up. And now it’s Bloodline Awakening at work.”
Stuffed Bun froze.
He’d thought this was just a sword-and-magic fantasy RPG. But now? The tone was shifting—faster, wilder, more dangerous.
Firearms. Cannons. Now Nuclear Weapons?
The Mechanical Divinity was beyond guilt.
Singo leaned in, voice low.
“…And it’s not just this. Rumor has it they’ve developed a Spatial Collapse Bomb—capable of destroying entire half-planes. It’s still unstable… but it exists.”
Stuffed Bun broke out in cold sweat.
Better not mess with these guys. Especially not that calm, polite-looking Curtis.
Another Dragon Rider asked, “After this, is there anything left alive within ten miles?”
“Not likely,” replied Singo. “But I haven’t received the Mission Complete notification. We should stay cautious.”
He stared down at the earth.
The mushroom cloud still loomed, smoke still choked the sky. The shockwave continued to ripple outward.
Even at their altitude, the thermal surge was palpable.
Stuffed Bun chuckled.
“Relax. We blew up Ogres, not Saiyans. You think they can tank a nuclear blast?”
Singo shook his head.
“Not necessarily. In the Alerzage World, Legendary-tier beings are beyond our comprehension. Even a nuclear bomb might not kill them.”
He glanced at Stuffed Bun.
“Like that time you got skewered like a sugar cane stick from hundreds of meters away.”
“Damn it.”
Stuffed Bun’s face fell. The pain of lost experience points burned deeper than any fire.
High above, the Dragon Riders circled, analyzing the aftermath.
“Inavu Valley has collapsed. Buried under molten lava. No survivors detected.”
“The Bindler River is dry.”
“The Ogres’ temple on the mountainside is rubble. No survivors. All were wiped out.”
Just as they reported, their earpieces crackled—a burst of static, then Curtis’s voice, calm and amused:
“A magnificent spectacle of flame. How do you like the surprise I prepared for you?
…The name of this Magical Fission Bomb? ‘Fat Boy’.”
Silence.
The Dragon Riders said nothing—but in their hearts, they all screamed:
“Madman!”
Then—
“Wait—”
Curtis’s tone shifted. Cold. Deadly serious.
“We’ve detected a massive energy signature—far beyond instrument limits. There’s a Legendary-level being nearby… no, beyond Legendary. This entity… may be a Divine Manifestation.”
Boom!
A blood-red light erupted from the earth, piercing through the thick smoke like a blade.
The Riders gasped.
There, standing amidst the ruins, was a colossal Ogre—wearing black full plate armor, battle-scarred, one single eye glowing in the darkness, clutching a Blood Spear.
His aura was intimidating, terrifying.
Even from tens of thousands of meters away, that single gaze sent chills through their souls—their minds trembling, their grip slipping.
One voice, thunderous and furious, echoed across the land:
“Kai Xiusu—”
The Ogre roared.
(End of Chapter)
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