Chapter 94: Come, Let Me Show You What a True Monster Is
On this cold night, flames fueled by human lives burned brightly, driving away the chilling wind. For the battlefield, this was the most suitable source of warmth.
But now, silence blanketed the battlefield. The fire still roared, the sea of flames still surged, yet everything had turned cold.
In an instant, everyone—whether they were the fanatical Crusaders, the vampires, the common folk, or the Protestants—felt their hearts pounding beyond their limits. It was the primal instinct of life struggling to survive.
Under the suffocating shroud of that terrifying, pure malice, their bodies desperately sought the strength to escape.
Run!
Run! Run!!
Run! Run! Run!!!
They opened their mouths wide, screaming in hysterical terror—only to realize they couldn't make a sound.
The aura that descended was more violent, more chaotic, more terrifying than any monster. Everyone present could sense it—an unstoppable catastrophe had arrived!
The ground instantly fractured into countless pieces, as if a cataclysmic earthquake had shattered London like a brittle biscuit. And then, countless tendrils of Blacklight Virus burst forth in all directions.
This was Chang Wei's very first conception of his ultimate technique when he initially obtained the Blacklight Virus.
But as he absorbed more memories, the pain of devouring them also brought new insights, propelling him to new heights. What had once been the ultimate move of his imagination during his mortal days had now become utterly obsolete—too insignificant to use, yet too unique to discard.
For the longest time, he had been waiting for an opportunity to demonstrate it. But the enemies he encountered were too weak. Too weak to even make it necessary.
His Invisible Assassin could devour them completely.
His Telekinesis could obliterate them effortlessly.
His Mental Control could seize their minds before they could resist.
As he developed more techniques, as he found more efficient ways to fight, this move became even more irrelevant.
But now, he had found the perfect moment.
In this world, where gods and demons truly existed, Chang Wei dared not play tricks. Because here, real gods and devils roamed.
Since that was the case—then he would become a monster. A true nightmare.
No need for logic. No need for the most optimal combat strategy.
Today, I will show you what a true monster is!!!
Thousand Tendrils: Devour Everything—officially named the "Dead Sea"!
Unlike Alex Mercer's tendrils, which were thick and crude, Chang Wei's were finer—countless delicate strands woven together. He had no desire to follow in Alex Mercer's footsteps. Naturally, even his ultimate move had to surpass Mercer's.
The Dead Sea was formed from countless trillions of Blacklight Virus tendrils, drowning everything, devouring everything—whether organic or inorganic. It surged forward like a real tsunami.
The blood-red tendrils shot out at supersonic speeds, piercing through everyone on the battlefield, leaving them no chance to escape.
Not that they could escape.
When faced with Alucard's River of Death, they at least had enough fear to fire their weapons. But before Chang Wei's Dead Sea, they couldn't even move. Their bodies instinctively played dead, paralyzed by absolute terror.
But it was futile. Completely meaningless.
"The Crusaders… are finished."
"The werewolf unit… is finished."
"London… is finished."
Major Schrödinger's pupils contracted before he burst into laughter. So this… this is the monster from the East? An unfathomable, unimaginable horror.
Even the helicopters and airships above couldn't escape the Blacklight Virus's hunt.
Maxwell, his face frozen in shock, collapsed to his knees. He stared at the hellscape before him—something far worse than anything the Bible had ever described.
A helicopter was instantly pierced through by the tendrils, ensnared, broken apart, and devoured.
"BOOM!!!"
The explosion sent Maxwell flying. Even with bulletproof glass protecting him, he was smashed against it, bruising his face terribly.
The bulletproof glass, now sinking into the Dead Sea, barely lasted a few seconds before it, too, was consumed.
"Anderson! Save me!!!"
Maxwell let out a final, desperate scream.
But Anderson ignored him. He simply stared at Chang Wei.
The Crusaders were finished.
Maxwell had failed.
None of that mattered anymore.
The only thing that mattered now—was Chang Wei.
Anderson had never expected that this was the true monster—the one who had just erased all of London?
"Father Anderson!!!"
The members of Judas' 13th Division cried out in horror. Every building in the city was crumbling under the virus's invasion. The ground beneath them was about to collapse into the Dead Sea, and the moment they touched it, they would be devoured—no one wanted to know what that would feel like.
"You all, leave this place."
Anderson turned to them.
"I must kill this monster."
Meanwhile, an airship was overrun by the virus. Major Schrödinger raised an eyebrow in surprise before the entire vessel plummeted to the ground and was disintegrated by the Dead Sea.
"That was close, Major."
Schrödinger's Lieutenant teleported him to safety.
"Looks like the plan failed, huh?"
"No… there's still a chance."
The Major's eyes gleamed with excitement.
He saw it—Anderson moving forward against the tide.
And not only Anderson—Alucard had finally made his move, charging straight at Chang Wei.
Chang Wei recalled the Dead Sea.
London—was gone.
Completely erased.
At that moment, neither Anderson nor Alucard could allow Chang Wei to walk away alive. He was too dangerous.
Integra staggered, barely managing to hold herself up. She had almost fallen into the Dead Sea, but thanks to Chang Wei's… consideration, she was spared.
Seras and the Werewolf Captain also remained unharmed.
Seras was utterly shocked. Her master had just destroyed an entire city.
No, more accurately—he had consumed an entire city.
As the Blacklight Virus prototype, Seras could sense this reality. Others thought it was destruction, but she knew—he had eaten it.
Chang Wei, having swallowed an entire city, felt a bit uncomfortable. He was stuffed.
"Damn, I put on some weight. Gotta lose some pounds."
Just then, a gunblade came slashing down from above.
Chang Wei looked up. His left hand morphed into a blade, effortlessly blocking the attack.
Anderson felt his entire skeleton shake under the impact. It was like he had crashed into something unbreakable, immovable. The force of the countershock nearly shattered his arms.
"Is this all the so-called 'Angel Dust' enhancement can do, Christian?"
Chang Wei grinned, swinging his blade.
Even though Anderson raised both of his gunblades in defense, they were instantly severed. He barely avoided being sliced open entirely.
Alucard followed up immediately, his twin pistols firing at Chang Wei.
But Chang Wei didn't even dodge.
The bullets from the Jackal and the Casull meant nothing to him.
He could have pretended to be vulnerable, letting the bullets land to create an illusion of damage.
But Chang Wei had already abandoned rationality.
He had discarded the "optimal" way to fight.
There was no need to restrain himself anymore.