Chapter 156: Chapter 155: Found You
The ability to bring objects from his home world to a mission world (without needing the Quantum Backpack) was a special reward Shen Feng received after destroying the Arctic Stone Statue Ruins with a Super Cavitating Nuclear Torpedo.
He had never used it, but now it was finally coming in handy.
The Gray Tide under Shen Feng’s control swelled up, forming a vast space within.
The light of the Wormhole flickered, and the strategic missile launcher charged out like a savage bull, bursting into the apocalyptic world of the Gray Tide.
If the onboard computer had a consciousness of its own, it would surely be astonished by how different this world was.
But it had no time for other thoughts; the moment it arrived, it received its orders.
The massive launch tube slowly erected itself. An instant later, flames erupted. A massive strategic nuclear missile shot into the sky within the Gray Tide Space, then abruptly changed course, heading northwest!
A missile that should have soared into the upper atmosphere for re-entry now only climbed a few thousand meters, never even leaving the confines of the Gray Tide!
Based on the reactions of the opposing Gray Tide, Shen Feng and Jingwei had already determined Arthur Seldon’s approximate location. The margin of error could be dozens of kilometers, but that was good enough!
Simultaneously, Shen Feng’s Gray Tide surged, forming waves like rapidly advancing mountain ranges. These metallic mountains, thousands of meters high, launched themselves at Arthur Seldon’s Gray Tide, acting as cover for the nuke.
No one would have ever guessed that hidden within these Gray Tide mountains was an intercontinental strategic nuclear missile, hurtling forward at high speed!
Seeing Shen Feng’s Gray Tide attack in waves, Arthur Seldon couldn’t help but let out a derisive snort, his giant metal face twisting into a manic laugh.
"What, did I get under your skin? Your efforts are futile! There is absolutely no way you can harm my real body! Of course, I can’t harm you either, but my goal was never to kill you... From the very beginning, you’ve been nothing but my doll. I will torture your immortal soul and make every waking moment a living Hell for you!"
He already considered himself immortal. Although the Gray Tide moved slowly and his physical body couldn’t be hidden quickly, his opponent had no way of breaking through his defenses either.
He still held the upper hand.
And that brat and his foolish followers were nothing more than playthings, forced into his game.
Shen Feng said no more. He began directing the Gray Tide to launch a frenzied assault against Arthur Seldon, as if venting his rage.
The Salvation Army Warriors also charged forward, engaging the giant Construction Machines spawned by Arthur Seldon.
"Hahaha, what’s wrong? Are you getting desperate? Relax, we have plenty of time. Over our long lives, you will constantly feel that same powerlessness... Oh, I forgot. You’ll probably be dead soon. After all, your body isn’t in a Hibernation Pod, and you don’t know how to link your consciousness to one."
"After you die, this world will be mine alone to control once more. It’ll be a bit lonely, I admit. Tsk, tsk... Time, oh, cruel time... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Arthur Seldon raved, seeming to relish every moment.
To him, this was all a drama, just a game.
A game he was destined to win.
Time was on his side.
Meanwhile, that ridiculous, so-called Savior and his minions seemed to have gone mad, endlessly crashing against the Gray Tide he controlled.
But it didn’t matter to him. When they grew tired, they would naturally stop.
His physical body was hundreds of kilometers away from the frontline where the two masses of Gray Tide were clashing.
He couldn’t touch Shen Feng, and Shen Feng couldn’t touch him.
But as time went on, Arthur Seldon couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt.
His opponent seemed to have gone insane, constantly forming the Gray Tide into colossal, thousand-meter-high metallic tsunamis that crashed against his own. It was a suicidal, mutually destructive tactic.
While both sides possessed the highest authority, allowing their Gray Tides to consume one another, such consumption was meaningless. It was a zero-sum game, with no real gains or losses.
Just then, another colossal, silver-gray metallic wave surged forward, penetrating to a point less than a hundred kilometers from his physical body.
Arthur Seldon’s brow furrowed. He instinctively felt that something was wrong.
In that instant, the metallic wave suddenly broke apart. An intercontinental nuclear missile, trailing a plume of searing exhaust, appeared in the sky. It accelerated abruptly, hurtling toward the location of Arthur Seldon’s physical body!
Seeing this, the eyes on Arthur Seldon’s metal face went wide, and he let out a blood-curdling shriek:
"No! This is impossible!"
The surrounding Gray Tide rapidly converged, shooting toward the sky like a bolt of lightning in an attempt to intercept the nuke.
But it was too late.
A fireball as bright as a thousand suns bloomed in the sky!
The warhead detonated instantly at an altitude of three thousand meters. The powerful electromagnetic pulse from the megaton-class explosion swept out in all directions!
Of all the electromagnetic pulse weapons created by humanity, the most powerful were, in fact, nuclear weapons themselves!
This single megaton-class warhead was enough to incinerate the Gray Tide below it and paralyze all electronic equipment within a radius of dozens of kilometers!
The violent EMP blast radiated outward. In its path, all the Gray Tide—whether controlled by Arthur Seldon or Shen Feng—began to blacken, crumble, and disintegrate.
The Gray Tide directly beneath the blast instantly glowed cherry-red before melting into a searing lake of molten iron.
With ground zero at its center, the Gray Tide for nearly a hundred kilometers in every direction turned a dead, lifeless black.
Not only that, but all the Gray Tide under Arthur Seldon’s control ceased movement, becoming as rigid as solid metal.
It had lost its control commands.
Shen Feng’s Gray Tide surged toward the area, flowing over the still-hot lake of molten iron and heading for a specific location.
After the EMP, the nuclear shockwave also swept over the Gray Tide’s surface, but its effect was clearly less significant.
Shen Feng’s Gray Tide advanced rapidly like a pack of predatory beasts. It split off humanoid Construction Machines which, along with the Salvation Army Warriors, began to search through a one-square-kilometer patch of dead Gray Tide several dozen kilometers from the epicenter.
This location was far enough to avoid the radiation, but it could not escape the impact of the EMP.
Before long, they had dug down dozens of meters and unearthed a Hibernation Pod.
Inside the Hibernation Pod, a Caucasian man with gaunt features and pale skin was just waking up in a pool of nutrient fluid, his face a mask of pure terror.
The Gray Tide parted again, and Shen Feng stepped out.
He walked expressionlessly to the Hibernation Pod, pried open the hatch with his bare hands, grabbed the man inside by the throat, and yanked him out, slamming him onto the ground.
Then he raised his fist and began to methodically, rhythmically, punch him.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
