Chapter 277. The Chosen One
The enormous Ronker towered like a mountain peak with its twelve massive pillar-like legs. It loomed over the entire Albion Isles. Every single individual on the island looked up at Ronker with their hearts gripped with dread.
They had zero idea as to what the Governor was up to.
Laesto had just stumbled out of the bar; Ronker's shadow loomed over him, prompting him to look up and curse, "What the hell is going on?! I don't know what's happening, but that rascal Charles must be involved in this somehow. Damn it! Is he not even going to let me die in peace?!"
He stopped a car and asked the driver to drive toward the docks.
Everyone felt a shiver down their spines as Ronker's mechanical gears shifted and generated a distinct, low rumbling. Even Charles was filled with dread, and he truly didn't expect that this was all a trap.
A trap Swann had made himself to lure all of his enemies out of hiding for the sake of eliminating them all at once. Swann had even used half of his body as bait to ensure that the trap would succeed.
Clearly, every single governor was far more cunning than any other individual out there. It made sense, as those capable of becoming Governors certainly had a few tricks up their sleeves, no matter how arrogant or pathetic they seemed.
Splat!
The Pope crushed the Swann in front of him into a pancake. The old man frowned and looked up at the gigantic metal construct.
Ronker's underside was shining, and the light grew stronger and stronger as the seconds ticked by. Charles saw that, and he grabbed Anna's hand before turning around to run away in the opposite direction.
"Run!" Charles roared. His heart beat wildly against his chest. His years of experience had allowed him to cultivate a sixth sense that was roaring at him at the moment to run as quickly as possible.
It wasn't just Charles who had noticed the light. The gray-robed figures and Margaret ran frantically toward the nearest manhole as well.
Boom!
A pillar of light struck the ground, illuminating the entire island. Charles heard a sizzling noise from his skin as the scorching temperature of the laser scalded him in the blink of an eye.
Just then, Anna's graceful figure swelled, and she transformed into her nightmarish true figure. Her tentacles grabbed Charles and flung him away.
"Anna!" Charles' piercing roar echoed through the air, but it was quickly drowned out by the white light that soon engulfed anything nearby.
The pillar of light carved massive valleys filled with lava, and the lava demolished everything in its way; regardless of whether they were buildings or corpses, everything became one with the lava.
When the pillar of white light had vanished, Charles staggered. His gaze was filled with fear as he dashed toward the bubbling river of lava in front of him. Anna was still alive, but she was in bad condition. Half of her body had disintegrated beneath the ruthless beam of light, and she only had eight remaining tentacles.
"Don't die! You can't die! Promise me that you won't die!" Charles shouted while frantically shoving Anna's chartreuse-colored organs that had spilled onto the ground.
"I'm fine. I told you, didn't I? I have a speedy recovery rate," Anna said. Her head shrank back behind her tentacles and into her body.
Charles felt relieved at the sight.
"Hold tight. I'll take you to Doctor; he's going to patch you up," Charles said before transforming into his terrifying bat form. He grabbed Anna and rushed toward the bleak-looking clouds above the Albion Isles.
Anna's tentacles stroked Charles' anxious bat visage, and a hint of tenderness appeared in her yellow cross-shaped pupils.
Just then, a burst of radiant light erupted. The light didn't come from Ronker but had come from the Pope. The Pope's eyes were emitting a radiant golden light, and he flew toward Ronker like a meteor.
The next moment, however, Ronker's beam of mass destruction engulfed the Pope.
Is he dead? Charles couldn't quite believe it, and he unknowingly came to a halt.
It wouldn't be strange if the Pope had perished upon getting hit by the beam of light. It was a laser powerful enough to split ships in half, and the Pope had taken a direct hit from such a powerful laser.
The beam of light slowly dissipated, and everyone was stupefied to find that the Pope was unscathed. His robe and clothes billowed strongly amidst the breeze, and he sustained not even the slightest damage.
"I have bestowed upon you what you possess, so do you really think that you can use that against me? It seems that evil has already taken root in your heart, you evil sinner!
"Come with me and face judgment at the Divine Light Grand Cathedral!" The Pope shouted. His voice echoed so loudly that even the distant Charles could hear him clearly.
Charles glanced at the bubbling lava that was gradually solidifying beneath him, and his heart was gripped by utter stupefaction. It was such a powerful attack, but he actually managed to take it unscathed? Is this old man even human?
Swann offered no response to the Pope, but the converging white light from Ronker's underside was enough of an answer. Clearly, Swann had no intention of surrendering.
In response, the Pope rushed toward Ronker once more while he was enveloped by the same radiant light as earlier.
Ronker lifted its massive pillars for legs and started to retreat in an effort to avoid the Pope. The laser weapons flashed incessantly along with its turrets. The helicopters on top of Ronker also began moving.
Bullets, lasers, and cannonballs all made a beeline for the Pope, but they were completely ineffective. The intense golden light around the Pope made everyone feel as though the Light God had descended upon him.
Fortunately, it seemed that the Pope still had a weakness. He was too slow, and Swann's Ronker seemed to be playing with him using every single bullet and weapon in his arsenal.
The attacks had no effect on the Pope, but they all had a profound effect on the Albion Isles.
Boom!
A deafening noise echoed as one of Ronker's legs stomped on a school building and smashed it into smithereens before the students inside could even attempt to escape.
No one was foolish enough to even attempt to stop Swann. Lasers flashed endlessly, carving valleys filled with lava on the streets of the Albion Isles.
The prosperous and populous Albion Isles was like a city made out of toys at the mercy of a naughty child. The child in question arbitrarily plucked parts out of the city and tore it apart for fun, eliciting terrified screams from its denizens.
Charles looked around but couldn't find anything else aside from pandemonium.
"Charles. Go and hop onto Ronker. Swann must die today. Otherwise, we'll have to deal with a massive headache in the future," Anna said, pushing his hand away with her tentacles.
"But you're injured..."
"Don't worry. I already told you, didn't I? Anyway, hurry up! There's no need for us to copy what Julio had done. We just need to let the Pope catch up to that metal construct," Anna said; her tentacles pushed Charles, urging him to move.
Charles turned to the retreating Ronker in the distance. In the end, he spread his wings and flew toward Ronker.
Fortunately, Swann's gaze was fixed on the Pope. He seemed intent on avoiding the Pope at all costs, so he didn't notice the fast-approaching Charles.
It didn't take Charles long to reach the giant metal construct; he took advantage of the momentary lull of its movement and landed on it. Gunshots echoed before he could even land, and bullets tore through his wings.
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