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The hard tile floor shattered like fragile thin ice under the sharp edge of the tomahawk.
The axe blade was deeply embedded in the ground.
The next second, a terrifying scene unfolded that sent chills down the spines of everyone present, including Sonozaki Ryuhei, who was watching the battle via a secret broadcast.
In Sonozaki Ryubei's study, the image on the huge screen trembled slightly due to the sudden change.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Centered around Su Chen.
Countless nanoscale mechanical locusts, shimmering with metallic luster, surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, like a plague of locusts emerging from the depths of hell.
They spewed out from the gaps in the metallic back armor.
They burst forth wildly from the cracks in the ground beneath his feet, cleaved open by the battle axe.
They even began to split and multiply continuously from the blade of the authorized destroyer's axe in his hand!
One.
ten.
百。
thousand.
Ten thousand……
These tiny mechanical locusts, each only the size of a fingernail, are made entirely of high-density metal particles, shimmering with a cold, silvery-gray light.
Their compound eyes are a chilling blood red, flashing with programmed killing commands.
In just a few seconds, millions, no, tens of millions, or even more, countless mechanical locusts gathered into a black "cloud" that blotted out the sky and emitted a high-frequency metallic buzzing sound!
This "cloud of insects" was so thick that it almost swallowed up all the light in the clinic.
A sharp, buzzing sound, like the friction of millions of metal limbs, instantly pierced everyone's eardrums, causing splitting headaches.
This cloud of insects seems to possess its own will.
The moment it formed, it precisely locked onto the gale, which was formed from meteorological contaminants, that was trying to escape through the broken window.
Then, a locust plague struck.
"No...don't come any closer! Get away from me!"
In the wind came the scream of Isaka Shinkuro, a scream so terrified it was almost inhuman, a scream filled with despair and confusion.
His voice was distorted with fear, filled with cracks.
His proudest ability, to transform into an invisible wind, had allowed him to escape death countless times and outmaneuver powerful enemies.
But at this moment, in the face of this all-pervasive "natural disaster" created by cutting-edge technology, where every individual contains a decomposition program, it seems so pale, so laughable.
The black cloud of locusts, like a living tide, caught up with him in an instant.
They completely enveloped, submerged, and devoured the raging tornado with an unstoppable force!
From the outside, all you can see is a huge sphere made up of countless tiny black dots, constantly wriggling and contracting.
Inside the sphere, the wind's form is rapidly disintegrating.
“Ahhhhh——!”
The piercing scream lasted for less than three seconds.
The sound, which started out sharp, quickly became faint and was then completely drowned out by the buzzing of countless locusts.
Ultimately, it came to an abrupt end.
That cloud of death, composed of countless nano-locusts, was like the most efficient biological decomposition program, or the most precise physical annihilation array.
In Isaka Shinkuro's brief and desperate scream, his body, his energy, and all traces of his existence were erased.
They are all completely decomposed, engulfed, and obliterated at the molecular level!
There was no blood splattering.
There were no missing limbs or remains.
Only the particles that constitute his body and energy are rapidly decomposed and absorbed by the nano-locusts, transforming into the metallic particles that make up the locusts themselves.
Alternatively, it can be directly annihilated into the most basic information flow.
When the locust plague subsided, the black cloud of death receded like the tide, transforming back into billions of metal particles.
As if drawn by an invisible force, they drifted back into Su Chen's body, merged into his armor, and disappeared.
Inside the clinic, the light was restored.
The spot was now completely empty.
That once powerful weather contaminant, capable of controlling the power of natural disasters.
Shinkuro Isaka, whom countless people feared.
Not even a speck of dust remained.
Not a single drop of blood was spilled.
He was wiped cleanly and decisively from this world.
It was as if he had never existed.
Chapter 65 The Horror Lord's Resolve, A New Ladder, A Metallic Poem
Inside the clinic, the air seemed to solidify, and the deathly silence was suffocating.
Teruji stood frozen in place, his pupils constricted in extreme horror.
Beside him stood Kamen Rider Metsu, Sonozaki Saeko. Beneath her digitized mask, her human eyes reflected an indelible sense of awe.
Everything before my eyes looked like a prelude to the apocalypse.
That absolute, unquestionable power of annihilation was deeply imprinted on their souls.
Su Chen's figure appeared unusually calm amidst the swirling dust.
He removed the armor that brought calamity and destruction, and returned to his normal human form.
His steps were steady and unassuming, without a trace of worldliness.
He stepped forward slowly and bent down.
From the scorched, completely cleared ground, he picked up the only remaining item.
A tiny memory chip.
It lay there quietly, its luster dimmed by the loss of a suitable user.
"Weather memory".
It once stirred up countless storms and was hailed as a symbol of top-tier power.
At this moment, however, it is like an abandoned toy.
Su Chen held it in his hand and examined it closely.
It was as if the terrifying locust plague that had just razed the entire city to the ground, that earth-shattering power, had nothing to do with him.
He was merely a cleanup man after the fact, indifferent and detached.
This scene is a powerful display of absolute strength.
That invisible sense of oppression was transmitted in real time without any error through a miniature, hidden broadcasting device specially made by Su Chen himself.
On the other end of the signal was the heavily guarded Sonozaki family mansion.
Ryubei Sonozaki's study.
On the huge, high-definition screen, the image is frozen precisely.
The image freezes on the moment Su Chen bends down, his fingertips touching and picking up the silver-blue "weather memory".
The word "ugly" doesn't even begin to describe how bad Sonozaki Ryubei looked.
It was a color that was a distorted extreme, a mixture of iron blue and deathly white.
His body trembled slightly, unable to stop himself.
Part of it stemmed from the suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt.
More than anything, there was a trace of... a fear that he desperately wanted to deny, yet which was real and uncontrollable.
This fear, creeping from the depths of his aged heart, seeped into every nerve.
There was once a warm tuft of fur in his large palm.
That was his most beloved pet, a Persian cat with the purest bloodline.
Its snow-white fur and tourmaline-like eyes had brought him countless comforts.
However, at this moment, this precious creature had already lost all its vitality.
Its neck was easily snapped by the unconscious, sudden tightening force of Sonozaki Ryubei.
The faint cracking sound of bones was masked by the roar in his heart.
The cat's soft body slumped limply, its head tilted at an odd angle, lifeless.
He didn't even realize what he had done.
His entire attention was captured by the image of the young man on the screen.
Mikuru Isaka.
This name once represented an ace.
A top-tier external ace personally selected and carefully nurtured by Saki Ryubei.
Its importance is no less than that of some core members within the family.
He had imagined it more than once.
With the power of "weather" that Isaka wields, that terrifying ability that almost manipulates the power of nature is enough to rival the power of "fear" that he was so proud of during his prime.