Chapter 1320 - 1011: Decision-Making

Chapter 1320: Chapter 1011: Decision-Making

Half an hour later, a fatal wail echoed from the abyss of the dark sea.

Pulled by countless chains, the convulsing Mountain of Decay finally climbed out from the ocean, or more precisely... from that endless gastric juice.

Only a rapidly decaying skeleton remained, with spasmodic muscle texture twitching.

Half an hour ago, just as the portal opened, an eager-to-revenge Crowned roared and charged through the door, but upon making it halfway through, realized something was amiss.

A sudden brake, and attempted to retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Its duck neck was already in the mouth, where was the possibility to let go?

In less than half a minute, when the swarm pulled it out from the Paradise of Bliss, it was already like this.

He Di coldly watched the dying mutant species, saying nothing.

Just waved his hand.

Soon, a multitude of living creatures poured into the rapidly rising Sea of Gastric Juice behind the portal.

The Ranch Owner is a generous and tolerant god, who doesn’t hold grudges against the Clowns’ offenses at the banquet table. To compensate for the missing dessert in the plate of the esteemed being, they supplemented with four Hell Swarms.

Luckily, It wasn’t picky with food.

And the only gain was in He Di’s hand, a sculpture filled with cracks, raising a middle finger at the newcomer.

Lifelike, conveying mockery from afar to the attackers.

Pop!

With a crisp sound, the statue shattered under He Di’s grip.

The Alchemist remained expressionless.

"He discovered us."

He turned back and said, "It’s not going to be simple next."

"Indeed, but we have more important matters at hand, we can’t ignore the situation of the world war for just one person."

White Spot conveyed the judgment from other colleagues: "According to conservative estimates, we just need to drive him into the depths of Hell, let him do as he pleases, the boundless abyss is naturally accompanied by horror."

"Depth certainly poses a threat, but we can’t expect such a person to drown in the sea... White Spot, it’s an orca, the deep sea of Hell is completely a home for him."

He Di shook his head: "Merely driving him away from the front line is completely insufficient, letting a dangerous factor wander outside is too negligent.

Someone must be assigned to specifically suppress him, ideally pursuing relentlessly."

"If he possesses the destructive power you mentioned, then we must not be complacent—this is your motion, then leave this to you, is there any other problem?"

"No." He Di shook his head.

"Very well, Tiancheng and the Joker appreciate your resolve."

"Appreciation is meaningless."

"Rest assured, there will be sufficient power supplied for your dispatch, meanwhile, let me introduce someone to you."

White Spot smiled mysteriously, stepped aside, and among the endless barren land, a menacing mechanical beast carrying high furnace heat slowly emerged.

On the back of the Mutated Mechanical Species, a hunched Workshop Owner from Purgatory grinned, removed his hat, and smiled at him.

"Looks like we now have a common enemy, Mr. He Di."

"Perhaps so."

He Di asked, "Then what can you bring me?"

"First, let’s present a trivial gift."

The Workshop Owner chuckled hoarsely, pulling out a vivid red rose from his chest, the petals seemed dewy, yet the lurid flower and thorny stem shone with metallic light.

Soon, as his fingers contracted, the rose was crushed, the sharp thorns pierced into the Workshop Owner’s fingers, and yet the juice mixed with blood and floral scent flowed from between his fingers, sprinkling Sweet Dew upon the remains of the Mountain of Decay.

That towering skeleton shuddered violently.

A painful howl erupted from the remaining skull.

Such terror and despair.

Blazing flames erupted from its eyes, mouth, and nostrils, while flecks of iron light rapidly sprouted from its limbs, quickly completing the missing flesh.

Steam, flames, and black engine oil spewed from the steel-like flesh.

Molten lava-like blood flowed in pipeline-like veins, while the fully corroded organs reborn in a twisted mechanical form, finally the menacing Iron Light Mountain wailed and bowed before He Di.

On its armored face, six steel pupils burned with eternal hatred and wrath.

The reflection in the pupils showed He Di’s icy smile.

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Depth Thirteen · Sweet Dew Paradise

Within the storm filled with pungent toxic gas, overwhelming acid rain engulfed everything, rainwater flowed across, converging into rivers, surging fiercely.

The eroded fragile sandstone continuously collapsed, falling into the acid, white smoke rising.

Underneath a steel canopy that extended for hundreds of meters, Huai Shi propped his chin, watching the wet stones beneath him with freshly emerged holes.

Waiting for the seeds to sprout.

The nearby pots, bowls, and pans were ready, just waiting for the food to grow.

After this long time, Huai Shi’s Hell Survival Guide has innovated and reached the fourth edition, and the new improved seeds were jointly launched with Yu Dai Shan, reportedly selling out among Hell Explorers, even the Jurisdiction Bureau has conducted partial purchases and departmental outfitting.

It’s said that the Sublimators from Yu Dai Shan are no longer satisfied with the harvest from planting, the next development goal is to find a place to plant directly into four dishes and soup... Only to say, this group of people have somewhat gone overboard with their enthusiasm for farming.