Chapter 130: He Exploded
Tatsumaki hovered in mid-air, violent yet condensed Psychic Power swirling around her, forming a pale green barrier.
She gazed at the multi-colored pillar of light in the distance that was still continuously erupting with energy. Though her gaze was solemn, her voice remained full of mockery:
"Hmph! Just someone playing god. Once this I drags him out, I'll twist that bastard into a pretzel!"
As expected of Miss Tatsumaki, even at a time like this, she's still full of contempt for her opponent!
The burly Superalloy Darkshine stole a glance at Tatsumaki floating in the air and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
In that case, I shouldn't feel nervous either. My muscles will give me the answer; perfect muscles will bring me the strongest power!
Darkshine struck a pose. His muscles, carved like blocks of marble, radiated a translucent luster. He looked like an ancient Greek sculpture, robust and full of aesthetic beauty.
Feeling the surging physical power within his muscles, the tension in Darkshine's heart vanished, and he regained his incomparable, confident demeanor.
Flashy Flash stared intently ahead, his right hand already quietly gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist. At the slightest sign of trouble, he would swing his sword with thunderous momentum.
Atomic Samurai had also lost his usual flippancy. He drew his sword with piercing eyes, the sharp blade glinting coldly under the sunlight. The piece of grass in his mouth snapped:
"Let me see if that fellow called a [God] is truly formidable, or if the sword in my hand is even more so."
"I'll scout ahead. You guys follow fifty meters behind me."
Zombieman's calm voice rang out. Holding two specially-made giant handguns with a burning cigarette in his mouth, he strode forward into the unknown amidst the lingering smoke.
No one objected. After all, Zombieman possessed an almost immortal body, making him the best choice for a vanguard to gather intelligence.
The other S-Class Heroes followed fifty meters behind Zombieman, every one of them on high alert, with only the sound of Pig God eating echoing through the area.
Oh, and the sound of Metal Knight scratching an itch with his hind leg.
"Oi, oi, oi, could it be that all the humans in City Z are dead? Why isn't there a single sound? Or were they all taken away?"
Metal Bat gripped his bat tightly with both hands, the muscles in his arms bulging. His eyes scanned the surroundings, ready to launch a thunderous strike at any moment.
Silver Fang had already gathered with the other S-Class Heroes the moment the incident occurred. The force of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist continuously circulated within his Body, ready to erupt at any time.
He frowned slightly, his aged face covered in deep wrinkles:
"Indeed, it is far too eerie. The population of City Z is over ten million; how could there be no sound at all?"
"Rather than everyone being killed, I am more inclined to believe the opponent used some special means to make everyone fall unconscious."
As soon as Silver Fang said this, a look of contemplation appeared in the eyes of the others.
Indeed, if the opponent had killed everyone, it would be too absurd.
If that many humans had truly died, the splattered blood would have likely formed a river on the ground, and the air would have turned a crimson hue.
Instead of being like this, as if they had entered a dead zone.
From a perspective invisible to the S-Class Heroes, the entirety of City Z was actually enveloped by a layer of translucent, chaotic energy, covering the city like an inverted bowl... Hero Association.
The control room was currently in chaos. Staff Members watched the red-flashing large screens anxiously, their faces pale.
"S-Class Hero Zombieman cannot be contacted! Status confirmed as missing!"
"S-Class Hero Silver Fang cannot be contacted! Status confirmed as missing!"
"All S-Class Heroes currently deployed have lost contact. Preliminary assessment: they have entered a signal-shielded area. Satellites cannot observe them!"
Hearing the bad news one after another, Sitch slumped into his chair, the silver hair on his head seeming to turn a bit whiter.
Good luck, heroes.
If all the S-Class Heroes, who represent humanity's peak combat power, fall in this disaster, then humanity can basically be declared finished.
Looking at the images displayed by the satellite, despair lingered in Sitch's eyes. This sense of powerlessness was even stronger than during the previous Spaceship invasion.
In the satellite images, that multi-colored pillar of light rapidly erupted after entering the atmosphere, surging directly toward the distant starry sky, truly connecting heaven and earth.
This level of power far exceeded any Monster that had appeared before, even surpassing Boros, the leader of the Spaceship who was judged as a Divine Rank Monster by the Hero Association.
Even though the S-Class Heroes each possessed powerful abilities, Sitch couldn't stop worrying in the face of such a terrifyingly strong enemy.
However... in Sitch's heart, there was still one last line of defense.
As long as that man has not failed, then humanity will not fail!
Humanity's last hope, the The Strongest Man on Earth, King!
Even if all the S-Class Heroes fall, as long as he hasn't, humanity can still grasp that glimmer of dawn symbolizing hope in the most desperate darkness!
...The group huddled closely together. Facing such an unknown crisis, even S-Class Heroes didn't dare to be arrogant.
Suddenly, Child Emperor seemed to detect something. His pupils constricted abruptly as he shouted anxiously:
"Not good! Five high-energy reaction bodies are rapidly approaching! Target direction: nine o'clock! Zombieman!"
Zombieman's gaze sharpened. The dual pistols in his hands were already aimed at the direction Child Emperor mentioned, his brown trench coat fluttering in the violent wind.
"Copy that."
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Dazzling sparks erupted from the muzzles as bullets tore through the air.
And in the very next moment, Zombieman only felt a streak of azure light flash past.
Boom!
His head exploded, bursting apart like a ripe watermelon, with red and white matter splattering like raindrops...