Capítulo 1099: Chapter 1097: Nuclear Blast Mont: Three Tremors
Pompeii Town, ground level.
More and more Truth Society wizards appeared from different parts of the small town. So ascended into the air, blocking the airspace and cutting off any possible escape route for Richard.
Around the square, under Cheka’s command, the powerful spells prepared by many core wizards were gradually getting ready. It was obvious to sense the intense energy reaction within a few hundred ters, as if forming a strong energy field. The air was affected, with hair-thin electric arcs occasionally appearing and disappearing, adding a touch of splendor and mystery.
It wouldn’t be long before all the spells were complete; all it would take was one order, and the torrent of energy could drown and kill Richard.
Cheka thought so as he watched Richard panting on the top of the stone building in the southwest corner, seeing Richard’s obviously weakened state. Even though he still felt a lingering fear from Richard’s sudden explosive attack before, he had no doubt that the ultimate victory belonged to the Truth Society.
Even if Richard’s previous explosive attack could be repeated, it would not change the outco—the remaining wizards would be enough to break Richard’s defenses and kill him hundreds of tis after he killed dozens or even hundreds of Truth Society wizards.
Perhaps it was a pity that they couldn’t capture Richard alive and make him confess, which would inevitably make Supervisor Long i’er sowhat dissatisfied, but given the circumstances, they couldn’t worry about that anymore.
This was all brought on by Richard himself.
“You brought this on yourself.” Cheka shouted up at Richard at the top of the stone building, “Now you can’t hold on anymore, can you? Do you know how serious it is? Then go ahead and die!”
“Lock him in!” Cheka raised his hand high, giving out the order.
“Get ready, for …”
The hand Cheka had raised started to chop down, and all the wizards who heard the order channeled their mana flows to the extre, producing a strong mana fluctuation. Within a few hundred ters, it was as if suddenly there were hundreds of energy suns.
The energy field beca solidified.
Richard, located at the center of the energy field, was nearly depleted in his Magic Origin, and his physical exhaustion continued to grow, his weakness hard to alleviate in a short ti, having to keep panting for breath.
“Huff—ha—”
“Huff—ha—”
In his panting, Richard squinted at Cheka, showing no fear, just silently counting down in his heart.
“Three…”
“Two.”
“One!”
“Boom!”
Cheka’s arm action froze as it chopped down, and the mana flows of the wizards prepared to attack stalled. Everyone present felt their heartbeat suddenly stop for a mont.
Ti seed to be frozen, and the whole world suddenly beca quiet.
So utterly silent.
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Pompeii Town, No. 1248 Residence, underground.
In the hidden room at the end of the corridor, inside the implosion-type atomic bomb.
“Click…”
“Click.”
“Click!”
The last three-second countdown ended.
The internal tir reached zero.
The power source was activated, beginning to discharge, with the current conducting along the first wire at the speed of light. The wire had an absolutely standard length of thirty centiters, and after experiencing a billionth of a second, naly, just 0.1 tremor ti, the current conducted to the end and entered the control network of electric signals.
In the electric signal control network, there were exactly one hundred branch wires. Because each branch wire’s length was deliberately cut to a standard ninety centiters, after 0.2 tremor ti, the currents in the branch wires all simultaneously transmitted to the end, activating the connected explosive detonators.
Each explosive detonator was equipped with two detonators, one standard and one as a backup.
Ultimately, every one of the one hundred explosive detonators’ detonators perford flawlessly, all activating in the exact sa mont.
Next, a total of one hundred elliptical compound explosive blocks were successfully detonated, with the force rapidly spreading along the explosive blocks and concentrating inward.
Because the explosive blocks were compounded from two types of explosives with different blast speeds, the force didn’t diffuse from a single point arcing outward, but instead ford horizontal waves, applying to the “squeezer” on the inner side of the explosive blocks.
The so-called squeezer was a specially processed Re-W alloy, with a one-centiter-thick tal Be sheet inside it, and within the tal Be sheet was wrapped a one-milliter-thick tallic Uranium 235 sheet.
Due to the high strength and high-temperature resistance of Re-W alloy, under the impact of the explosive horizontal waves, the squeezer did not deform or lt but instead pushed inward at a speed close to ten thousand ters per second. Also, because the atomic bomb was an implosion type, with two opposing squeezers moving in opposite directions on every side, the actual shrinking speed of the whole atomic bomb was doubled, reaching nearly twenty thousand ters per second.
At such a high speed, in such a confined space, the human mind hardly had ti to react, and the atomic bomb was already compressed to its core—the nuclear material component—the Crystal Heart.
Like an open glass cup, the Crystal Heart—tallic Uranium 235 component—was instantly compressed into a short, thick cylinder resembling a finger, under the impact from all one hundred squeezers.
The density of Uranium 235 increased greatly, and the atoms beca extrely close, instantaneously breaking through the critical state and reaching a supercritical state, fulfilling the prerequisites for sustained chain nuclear fission.
The last critical component inside the atomic bomb—the ignition component—was activated then.
The so-called ignition component, a device that looked like a flashlight and was placed not far from the nuclear material component, quickly released a large amount of neutrons upon activation. The neutrons traveled at one tenth the speed of light, colliding with the compressed, supercritical state Uranium 235.
One of the neutrons, by happenstance yet inevitably, struck a Uranium 235 atomic nucleus, causing the nucleus to break apart into two smaller barium and krypton nuclei and releasing two extra neutrons.
The two extra neutrons propagated outward, colliding with the second and third Uranium 235 nuclei, as the surrounding atoms were packed close enough that they didn’t travel far.
The second and third nuclei also broke apart, each splitting into smaller nuclei and releasing four extra neutrons in total.
The four extra neutrons continued propagating, then caused another four new Uranium 235 nuclei to rupture.
The four new Uranium 235 nuclei fragnted, releasing even more—eight neutrons, accelerating the sa reaction further.
Eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four…
In one area, the number of fissioning Uranium 235 atoms began to grow terrifyingly at an exponential rate.
And this was just in one area.
Because more than one neutron was released by the ignition component, the sa situation occurred elsewhere in the compressed tallic Uranium 235 component.
Thus, in extrely short order, countless atomic fissions were completed in the nuclear material component.
After each fission, an atom’s mass underwent a notable reduction compared to before. This reduced mass converted truthfully according to the equation E=mc² into an imnse release of energy.
Finally…three tremors.
Three billionths of a second.
The ti it takes for light to travel nine ters in a vacuum.
The compressed nuclear material component had undergone a complete nuclear explosion, and this fifteen-kiloton implosion-type atomic bomb, Truth One—Friendship, completed a gloriously extre life.
It officially died on the fourth day after its birth.
As it died, the entire world mourned it.
The power to destroy everything was unleashed instantly, just as the outside world barely reacted.
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In the secret room, Long i’er touched the peculiar tallic construct before him, hearing the “click-click-click” sounds from within suddenly cease, plunging into an intense silence.
For so reason, an unprecedented feeling of terror arose from his heart, enveloping his entire body.
His brain had no ti to think before his body reacted instinctively: muscles tensed, eyes widened, hair bristled, heart beat quicker, and blood flowed faster—physiological reactions that had vanished due to his increased strength reappeared, making him feel as vulnerable as an ordinary person.
He couldn’t help but recall the fear he felt when he wasn’t yet a mber of the Truth Society, facing Fen Feng, the supervisor of the Colorful Rings with the Truth Society.
The fear now was ten tis stronger than that ti.
No, not ten tis, a hundred tis, a thousand tis, countless tis.
The fear now was a kind of ultimate despair.
It’s as if inside this tal construct before , there lies a power capable of rivaling gods.
No, not just rivaling gods, it might even be stronger, a presence capable of slaying deities.
What exactly is this?
What exactly is this tal construct?
What secret has Richard hidden inside it?
Long i’er could clearly feel a piercing pain all over his skin, a warning from his senses, a survival instinct driving him to flee this tal construct at all costs.
Escape, he must escape.
He had no ti to ponder why, acting purely on instinct, he slightly tilted his head, his eyes scanning around for a way to escape.
Then, he felt a chill all over, his blood nearly freezing in his veins.
At this mont, he suddenly realized how targeted his environnt was.
The chamber housing the tal construct was specially reinforced by magic. With his strength, he could naturally destroy it, but not instantly; it would take ti.
Furthermore, his way back was blocked. To escape, he had to clear the collapsed passage, which also required ti.
Ti, deadly ti!
In just a few seconds, he could be away from here, securing his safety. But those few seconds now lood like an insurmountable chasm, blocking all his hopes of escape. He had a premonition: in less than a second, he would be killed by the strange tal construct beside him.
Then…
Long i’er widened his eyes, his gaze heavy as he suddenly realized: this is a trap.
Yes, this is a trap, and he had stepped into it the mont he entered the passage.
The trap is simple, aiming rely to delay him for a few seconds.
Yet these few seconds of delay beca the last straw that broke the cal’s back.
He’s going to die; he’s going to die in this simple trap, without knowing the reason.
But he doesn’t want to die; he refuses to die, unwilling to die.
Then…
Long i’er’s thoughts spun, a sharp light in his eyes, and at the next mont, he thought of sothing. With great willpower, he overca the body’s survival instincts, waved his hand, and blood-red flas ignited in his palm, striking with full force at the strange tal construct beside him—he had figured it out. Since escaping was hopeless, he might as well take a gamble and destroy the fearful tal construct first. If the tal construct is destroyed, the danger naturally won’t materialize.
With this thought, Long i’er’s palm swiftly approached the tal construct like lightning—even though not even a second had passed since he sensed the threat.
He must be in ti, he must be in ti… Long i’er’s eyes slightly bulged, watching his hand approach the tal construct.
But in the next mont, just when his palm was still more than twenty centiters from the tal construct’s surface, his pupils contracted slightly, seeing dense cracks suddenly appearing on the construct’s shell, vaguely glowing from within.
Light?
The thought flashed in Long i’er’s mind with so confusion, then he heard a buzzing hum as the entire shell of the tal construct vaporized, releasing intense brilliance that filled his entire vision.
“Ah!”
He exclaid inwardly, trying to cast spells for defense, trying to block the blinding light. But before he could withdraw his hand, the boundless light enveloped his entire body.
“Poof!”
A soft sound, without ti to respond, without the ability to resist, his entire body was directly vaporized, disappearing from this world without a trace, not a single hair, not a single cell left behind.
Thus, Long i’er’s body perished.
With Long i’er’s body’s death, the power of the implosion-type atomic bomb did not stagnate but was fully unleashed.
Boundless white light filled the entire underground chamber, followed by the explosion of heat and force.
Temperatures of over a million degrees, pressures of millions of atmospheres, rapidly spreading outward in a spherical blast, like a giant balloon filled with air, suddenly bursting.
“Boom!”
A power capable of destroying heaven and earth!
The underground nuclear explosion was a complete success!
With the rumbling, the reinforced walls of the chamber, the collapsed passage, and the hard rock were all vaporized in the nuclear explosion, forming an enormous void nearly a hundred ters in diater at the site.
The passage leading to the volcanic interior, previously sealed by Richard, was now opened. Part of the remaining nuclear explosion’s power was released towards the surface along the passage, while another portion slamd into the volcano’s interior, pressuring the stable magma.
The surface magma was forced deeper, disturbing much of it, triggering a chain reaction. The volcano slowly gathered strength, becoming more active and nearing an eruption state. A room in the Pompeii Town affairs point, where a giant crystal ball flashed red light, sounded an alarm, unnoticed by any, except for a “non-human” presence.
A spirit, to be precise, Long i’er’s soul, appeared in the void left by the underground nuclear explosion.
For Long i’er, seeing his soul remain intact with full consciousness after physical death brought a slight surprise, followed by a reasonable explanation.
So… the true god’s power previously bestowed not only strengthened the body but also the soul. Thus, even with the complete death of the body, the soul can survive independently. If a suitable soul vessel can be found, resurrection is possible.
Is this truly being undying and unperishing?
Indeed, the power of the true god is incredible.
It’s just… what is the power that caused all this?
Thinking this, Long i’er looked towards the ford void.
Visible was a nearly a hundred-ter-diater void left by the underground nuclear explosion, like a giant hollow stone ball placed underground.
The inner walls of the stone ball were covered with molten dark red magma, so of which was squeezed into rock fissures like cotton candy, with another portion flowing downward like thick syrup, the top dripping like rain—although its dark red color resembled more strawberry juice.
The entire scene carried a sense of strange beauty and an unspeakable horror.
Horror, real horror, because the unknown is terrifying.
Long i’er truly couldn’t fathom what kind of power Richard used to create all this. Knowing that Richard is still young and weak, his true strength far inferior to his own. Even so, Richard could wield such terrifying power; given ti, if Richard fully grows, there might indeed be a threat to the true god.
No, no, absolutely not.
He was wrong, terribly wrong.
He had initially thought Richard would be an excellent successor, tolerating Richard’s issues, trying to persuade Richard to submit.
But Richard’s underlying horror was a thousand tis more frightening than expected; he didn’t find a flawed excellent successor, he found a demon potentially capable of destroying the world and annihilating all of Truth Society’s efforts.
Stop this, he must prevent this from happening.
He must leave here, do everything possible to resurrect, and then report to Truth Society’s headquarters. He must apply for the Golden Ring Supervisor to act, at all costs kill Richard, not only destroy the body but obliterate the soul.
Only then it would be secure.
Yes, only then it would be secure.
Thinking these, Long i’er, controlling his soul, floated upward, but before floating a few ters, suddenly saw a captivating blue energy light point appearing in the center of the space. That light point seed connected to an endless ocean, with his soul-state looking once, nearly feeling like collapsing.
What is this?
Long i’er just had this doubt flash through his mind, then saw the light point suddenly explode, transforming into waves of vast blue light howling in all directions.
Then ca a crack-like sound, sothing akin to shattering porcelain.
Hmm? What’s happened? Is the soul, losing body protection… shattering…?
This was Long i’er’s final awareness, the blue light sweeping through, directly shattering his soul into countless fragnts, consciousness fading into oblivion.
At this mont, Long i’er’s complete and final death.
The blue light continued to spread without pause, breaking through the soil, spreading to the surface. At this mont, because of the shockwave’s delay in transmitting through the soil, the surface was just starting to stir, breaking the forr quiet of the plaza above.
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