Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 39 - 37: Unrealistic Justice

Some incomprehensible strange events have occurred.

The number of compatriots is visibly dwindling. Logically, the first batch of Holy Spirits torn apart by the artillery should have returned to the battlefield by now...

The Holy Spirit wandering at the edge of the battlefield was somewhat confused and puzzled, and then it vaguely heard a voice calling.

’No... no... you can’t do this...’

A few fearful and humble weak pleas echoed in its ears.

The Holy Spirit felt inexplicably uneasy. In its past life, it was a politician greedy beyond measure, and seeking benefits while avoiding harm had already become its instinct.

It dodged the Blasphemer’s artillery attack, looking for the source of the voice, and eventually, it stopped in front of a broken Holy Robe.

A dim Eternal Embryo was writhing under the robe.

’Take me away! Quickly! They are coming! They are about to come!!’

The voice suddenly became clear, and the soul of the compatriot in the embryo issued an extremely intense plea: "Please!! Don’t let them get close to me!!!"

The Holy Spirit immediately picked up the embryo: "Who are they?"

Suddenly, the ball of light vanished into thin air; the Eternal Embryo blessed by the angel seemed wiped out by something!

Lin Lan jumped up and snatched the weak light ball from the other’s hand, glaring at them.

Why is the dungeon mini-boss still picking up dropped items? Did you defeat them? Why are you looting?

The Holy Spirit completely froze. At the moment of the compatriot’s demise, it seemed to feel their gaze...

It was a presence more profound than the Abyss, more void than the night, more twisted and evil than the Blasphemer, and now...

—They stood right in front of it.

The Holy Spirit’s soul felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and the sunlight flickered violently beneath the robe, and unspeakable fear shattered the weak barrier of its soul!

"I cannot die... I don’t want to die! We are Immortals blessed by the divine! You cannot treat us like this—"

Its voice was abruptly cut off as a giant hammer with a thruster descended abruptly over the Holy Spirit’s head!

"The forty-seventh one..."

Priest Ansel muttered to himself. The Heavy Titan pulled out their weapon from the shattered ground, launching themselves like a missile toward another isolated Holy Spirit.

Lin Lan bent down and picked up a new light ball from the robe fragments on the ground, casually dissolved it, and then locked his eyes on the remaining light balls.

The number of mini-boss bodies was not many, and the battle was nearing its end. Any Holy Spirit rushing toward the Giant Squad would be easily crushed by firepower.

This was a one-sided massacre!

Just as Lin Lan picked up the last piece of light ball, the system panel popped up with a new prompt.

The illusory card was finally given substance.

[A new type of card has been constructed for the administrator using Sun Ash Soil!]

[Card Type: Character Atlas Card]

[Card Base: Lin Lan (Unique)]

[Card Keywords: Foreigner]

[Card Effect 1: Forcefully intervene in history, sign contracts with heroic spirits gone in the past, and store their souls]

[Card Effect 2: Summon heroic spirits to fight for you!]

[Card Description: Observe, amend, rebirth, heroic spirits will mockingly embrace the end of civilization in your laughter]

[The number of successfully constructed character cards: 5]

Lin Lan grasped the card that appeared out of thin air, staring at the pattern on the back of the card, his mouth twitched.

This time, the back of the card didn’t feature the sun or moon, but himself, his former self.

Torrential rain blurred the city’s nightscape, a young man in dark formal attire stood on an empty street, spreading his arms and stepping into an unruly dance, seemingly laughing hysterically in the rain.

Lin Lan’s expression grew darker.

He remembered it all too clearly, that time he had too much to drink during overtime while socializing, then on his way home went mad in the street, dancing in the middle of the road while shouting delusional and socially-embarrassing remarks like ’I’m going to save the world’.

Only to be promptly sent away by a heavy-duty truck that suddenly appeared.

Black history and a playback of death, right?

Meanwhile, the Giant Squad had regrouped, the artillery ceased, and the world fell silent.

Ota did not retract the turret on his armor. He was vigilantly observing his surroundings, speaking in a serious tone:

"According to intelligence provided by headquarters, the Holy Spirits are immortal, and until we find the path of deep diving, they will continue to haunt us..."

He furrowed his brows: "But now they’re gone..."

"Perhaps the Holy Spirits have been summoned to the front line by the angels," proposed the doctor, Sami.

Priest Ansel, however, was looking at Lin Lan’s position. He grasped his warhammer tightly, hesitant to speak.

"Captain, I’ve found the path of deep diving!"

Vera suddenly interrupted the discussion, her tone urgent: "The path toward the depths of the Divine Kingdom will connect with the Holy City in thirty seconds! Wait... fifteen seconds... seven seconds..."

Her tone gradually became blank: "Everyone, it’s not that we’ve found the path; it’s the path actively seeking us..."

"What are you talking about?" Ota’s expression was astonished.

The next moment, the raging fire rain transformed into feathers gently fluttering down.

A breeze stroked their cheeks, and the air carried a faint fragrant scent, similar to the aroma of essential oils evaporating from church incense lamps.

The world thus changed its appearance.

Underfoot was a vast expanse of soft feathers. As far as the eye could see, countless giant white wings overlapped, intertwining until they reached the world’s end.

The sky was pale gold, with magnificently designed golden corridors floating, crisscrossing and extending in all directions alongside pure white wings.

The atmosphere here was solemn and sacred.

"It’s the spine of the Justice Angel..." Vera’s tone gradually turned to despair.

The Giant Squad fell into silence.

"Then let’s go meet them."

Moments later, Captain Ota broke the silence.

They stepped onto the corridor ahead, walking briskly over golden bricks engraved with scepters and swords.

The path seemed endless, the group wandering in the golden suspended maze, and gradually, the surrounding wings and corridors faded away.

In their place were vibrant, neon-lit night scenes.

At some point, the Golden Corridor had transformed into a bustling urban thoroughfare, with towering buildings blocking the sky, and dazzling psychedelic billboards making it hard to breathe. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The Giant Squad moved silently against the tide of people, heading toward a lavish building at the end of the road.

This place appeared to be a casino, with a crown-shaped signboard showing the baffling words ’Unrealistic Justice’.

People dressed formally with indistinct faces gathered under the lights amidst clinking glasses.

An elderly man in a suit sat at the gambling table.

The old man’s beard was thick, hair gray. He turned his back, wearing sunglasses and a colorful tie, his overall appearance quite avant-garde.

He held a classic cup in one hand, his other arm around a perfectly-figured lady, fully focused on the face-down playing cards before him.