Apocalypse Gachapon

Until these flares were ignited, the people of Holy City, including many evolved from Cloud Peak, thought they were merely flares.

But when they were lit, burned, and finally turned into countless tiny sparks falling from the sky, they realized these were not just flares—they were also a weapon.

Because when the tiny sparks fell, they scattered and covered almost half of Holy City.

Drifting down, they spread evenly across the sky above Holy City. Even the already bright sun could not overshadow their glow.

At this time, the residents still in Holy City discovered the gates were blocked and began attacking.

When the war squad left, the gates had been barricaded with special materials produced by Cloud Peak. A juice from a mutated plant was poured over them, which solidified upon contact with wind, making it several times stronger than reinforced concrete.

Of course, for evolved, such sturdiness was nothing. If they couldn’t break through in one strike, a few more attempts would do.

But Cloud Peak never intended to trap them in Holy City forever—just long enough.

The real killing move was the tiny sparks falling from the sky.

Among the trapped Holy City residents, there were indeed some with high combat prowess or special abilities. For example, several could leap incredibly high and far, even clearing the city walls—whether through equipment or innate skills was unclear. Unfortunately, just as they glimpsed the open world outside the city, gunfire ended their lives.

Li Qiang and his team’s precise sniping was the natural enemy of any evolved being without strong bulletproof gear.

Many residents tried climbing the walls to jump down, while others had short-term flight abilities or war beasts—all were met with attacks from Cloud Peak outside.

Only a handful, using bizarre spatial or teleportation abilities, barely escaped Holy City, leaving Cloud Peak helpless.

At this moment, the tiny sparks finally landed, touching the ground of Holy City—and with a roar, a sea of flames erupted.

The color of these flames closely resembled Mo Ye’s Annihilation Talisman—pure white—but their intensity was so overwhelming that even Yangos, a fire dragon, couldn’t endure it, forcing it to carry Ye Zhongming higher.

Ye Zhongming gazed below. Abba and Sayid, both fatally wounded and immobilized, were the first to be engulfed by the white flames. They opened their mouths to scream, but never got the chance.

Defeated earlier, they had no defenses left. Their severe injuries stripped them of all abilities. Their former arrogance had turned into despair as they awaited death.

These flares were a one-time-use gold-grade equipment. Their primary function was to provide nearly twenty hours of illumination. The second part—the iron bow—could activate them, creating a sea of fire within a preset range, with damage increasing over time.

Within the burning duration of one hour, even a level-nine lifeform would be burned alive by the final minutes.

It seemed powerful but was actually flawed—the flames couldn’t move. They only burned within the preset range marked by the flares. Even a level-one lifeform could escape before the fire started.

This heavily restricted equipment was what Ye Zhongming used here.

Yes. Even without the Saintess’s plea, Ye Zhongming had never planned to spare those in Holy City.

Cruel? Inhumane? Perhaps.

Ye Zhongming never dwelled on such thoughts. He only knew that if Cloud Peak ever weakened, if he ever lost his strength, they would face treatment ten thousand times more vicious!

Outside the city, Cloud Peak’s war squad slaughtered evolved beings leaping from the walls. Within minutes of the flames igniting, they realized the danger.

The fire couldn’t be extinguished—no method worked. The only way to survive was to flee the city.

Earlier, Holy City’s evolved had numbers, full strength, and leaders—yet they still lost to Cloud Peak. Now, scrambling to jump from high walls in scattered groups, they stood no chance. This was a massacre, consuming only ammunition and energy.

When the flames died, so did the battle. Outside the walls, corpses piled high.

As for inside the city… it had long been reduced to scorched earth.

The vast Holy City, the heart of West Asia, became history that morning. Hundreds of thousands perished, with only a handful surviving.

Perhaps even the heavens couldn’t bear it—the clear sky darkened abruptly, clouds blotted out the sun, and a torrential downpour followed. The towering walls, reinforced over untold time and expense by earth archmages, cracked under the sudden temperature shift. Large sections collapsed before Cloud Peak’s eyes.

Just like the city’s rulers.

As victors, Cloud Peak’s evolved only watched silently, bearing witness to the world’s cruelty.

“Boss…”

When Ye Zhongming landed, core members like Guang Yao and Mo Ye quickly gathered around him.

“Clear the battlefield. Take anything valuable. The rest… burn it all once the rain stops.”

Ye Zhongming spoke with closed eyes, his aura slightly different from usual.

Those around him found it odd but didn’t dare ask.

“After this, the main force will leave West Asia as planned. Two main war squads will stay to set up a teleportation point. Establish the main base first, then branch bases. Secure key nodes within a month.”

Everyone listened carefully, but the strange feeling grew—something was off about their leader.

“For those who resist, no defensive measures are needed here. Just kill them.”

“Also, watch for forces from the north and Europe. Crush those you can. If you can’t, retreat to Cloud Peak and shut the teleportation point.”

Ye Zhongming took a deep breath, feeling the weakening raindrops. “In short, this is now our hunting ground. No need to govern—just plunder. Understood?”

They nodded, their stance on this land now clear.

“Wherever we are—domestic, West Asia, anywhere—remember: unite, help each other, be like brothers.”

“Boss, you…” Xiao Hu finally couldn’t hold back and tried to ask.

Ye Zhongming waved him off.

“Remember—we are Cloud Peak.”

The downpour ceased abruptly. A beam of light pierced the clouds, shining directly upon the King of Cloud Peak…