Chapter 95: De-urbanization

For a psionic, what is the fastest and most convenient mode of transportation in the current era of the main world?

There is only one answer: missiles!

Whether it is a cruise missile or a ballistic missile, as long as one has enough strength, a psionic cultivator can simply climb aboard when the missile is launched. With enough skill, it is essentially the fastest and most convenient way to reach one’s destination. The only potential cost is a sudden, violent death.

If Lan Yi were to choose to ride a missile, he would have no such concerns. He is a powerhouse capable of walking out of the center of a nuclear explosion unscathed. Even if he were sitting on a nuclear warhead, it is unlikely to cause him any damage, let alone mere hexanitro-hexaazaisowurtzitane. Commander Lan Yi is invincible under the heavens! Today, Commander Lan Yi shall ride the missiles to eradicate the demons!

Rumble!

Whoosh!

Like a sudden spring breeze that brings a thousand pear trees into bloom, a series of missiles soared from the missile ships. In the dark night, the missile swarm looked like a brilliant cluster of stars, eye-catching and magnificent. Like divine swords thrusting out from the sea, they unleashed a ten-thousand-mile sword aura, sweeping toward the hell-stricken Lanfang to slay the demons! At this moment, all the blood-herpes-infected victims in Lanfang shuddered for no apparent reason. In their chaotic, uncontrolled minds, they sensed that something at the top of the food chain was approaching!

And Lan Yi? Where was he?

At the moment the missiles were launched, Lan Yi’s figure had already vanished. With magnetic ejection, gravitational adhesion, and supersonic reflexes, he was as steady as Mount Tai. Amidst the smoke, debris, crisp sea breeze, bright moonlight, and the starry sky, Lan Yi stood as steady as a ghost atop the leading missile.

As the wild wind whipped his bangs, his glowing eyes ruthlessly patrolled the burning land below. His coat flapped violently in the gale. Through a high-tech headset, Lan Yi maintained contact with the fleet behind him, using geomagnetic positioning and satellite guidance for precise navigation.

Missile after missile wove across the sky above Lanfang’s 743,300 square kilometers of territory. These missiles would not land until their fuel was exhausted; instead, they formed a high-speed transit network, allowing Lan Yi to reach any point over Lanfang within minutes to carry out cleanup or rescue operations. It was as if a heavenly formation had been cast to refine and purge the demons!

Countless infected looked up at this moment. In their eyes, the dark night sky was suddenly lit by stars. These stars, dragging tails of fire, cruised at high altitudes, forming a massive net that descended upon them. They had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape!

Standing on the missile, overlooking the earth, Lan Yi saw numerous small dots—enemy missiles—flying up in a disorderly fashion, attempting to destroy the Commander’s high-speed transit network. Lan Yi merely sneered. Such a counterattack from the infected didn't even deserve to touch the hem of his coat.

There was no need for the Commander himself to act! The air squadron that had followed him, regardless of their own lives, not only easily intercepted the anti-aircraft missiles but also used pinpoint missile strikes to blow the scattered surface anti-aircraft positions to smithereens!

If the blood-herpes-infected had defeated Lanfang with numbers and madness, then Lan Yi was now using an overwhelmingly fierce offensive from the heavens. The infected were not mindless, but given their violent, unprincipled, and uncooperative nature, it was impossible for them to effectively threaten this ultimate force that had prepared a response. This was the "chicken" Lan Yi intended to slaughter; he was clearing the Far South to deter the troublesome fungal clusters in Southern Sub-Asia.

"Tell them to return. I am making my move."

Lan Yi issued the order. Two minutes later, facing the burning land, the Commander—having avoided areas where survivors might exist—raised his fist. With the cracking of his skin and the shedding of the "Canghua," a bomb appeared from the pitch-black void of his Daoist space. On it was an abstract drawing of a short-haired, tomboyish Leilei, winking and sticking out her tongue. Needless to say, this was Li Wanzhou’s masterpiece.

Northern Demon Sect Daoist Art: Tsar Bomba (Pseudo)!

There was no sound, no mushroom cloud, no shockwave, and not even intense light radiation! At the moment of detonation, the small-yield nuclear bomb was held in Lan Yi’s palm, restrained by over a dozen layers of Daoist bindings, forming a plasma ball that resembled an orange fireball. What an exquisite, miraculous operation! It was the pinnacle of skill and power for this era.

What was its power? Lan Yi soon provided the answer.

As he opened a gap in the magnetic field that balanced the plasma energy, a searing white beam linked heaven and earth, illuminating the night sky. Time seemed to freeze. The white light simply drew a circle around the fallen city where the demons were dancing, publicly cannibalizing, torturing captives, and committing unspeakable acts of bloody brutality. All their vile deeds and inhuman ugliness were exposed under a light comparable to the nine-in-the-morning sun.

Once the light finished drawing the circle:

Rumble!

Wherever the light had passed, walls of fire thousands of meters high, burning like red lotus flames, erupted from the ground. Simultaneously, carrying lethal particle streams and magnetic storm waves, the concentrated attack struck the city within the circle in unison, oscillating and reflecting within seconds!

Without a peer-level powerhouse to block, without psionic cultivators to organize a defense, and without a systematic modern military to counter, Lan Yi was a true god among men! He delivered divine punishment, easily wiping out a city of a million people in one go, exterminating all the inhuman races that had not yet completed their "gu" evolution.

There would be no more such chances. He would not give them the opportunity to pollute human civilization, nor would he allow the main world to accept their existence as reasonable. They were not human. There was no pity, no sympathy.

The will of the first-generation psionic cultivators was manifested in Lan Yi. In his heart-scene, the image of the Fierce Phoenix—originally purely predatory and bloodthirsty—shifted slightly. Behind the head of the Thunder Phoenix, a ring of brilliant light emerged—a Merit Wheel. Lan Yi truly felt he was kind-hearted and possessed great merit; his heart-scene had manifested a Merit Wheel! Every move of the phoenix as it looked around now resonated with the rhythm of the Dao.

Cruelty was not the goal; it was the path.

Cruising on his supersonic missile, Lan Yi extinguished the lives of millions of alien candles as easily as eating or drinking. Beneath his feet, red lotus flames burned the demons from hell. Since they were demons, they belonged in the abyss, not crawling into the human world.

Grabbed and refined in an instant! This was the state of the "Old Demon Lan" at this moment. Almost everywhere he flew, where there were significant concentrations of the infected, he would immediately bestow a "Tsar Bomba." He had lit up the earth beneath his feet. The infected in Lanfang were seemingly too "urbanized," so Old Demon Lan came to help them "de-urbanize."

To avoid friendly fire, Li Wanzhou, who had not yet landed for combat, watched through her personal terminal and aptly provided a "de-urbanization" pop song for this explosive scene. In this grim moment, the upbeat tune added a touch of black humor. This was Li Wanzhou’s little privilege. Only she could contact Lan Yi at will, and only she could watch the live broadcast of the de-urbanization. Si Lingluo was certainly not suited for such scenes and could only perform auxiliary work.

When the Xinghan Fleet used the "Dongfeng Divine Fire Cover" to refine the demons, when Chalengee arrived at a survival point through the gaps in the red lotus flames and wept with joy, and when the great plague that had ravaged the world in the original historical trajectory slammed into Old Demon Lan—who controlled nuclear weapons—and was beaten dizzy by a single punch, the vampires of Temasek and Sulawesi became obedient.

There were many powerhouses among the vampires who had practiced divine and life-refining techniques. Relying on the nourishment of blood and collective psionic effects, they had a huge advantage in the early stages; otherwise, they could not have wreaked havoc in the Far South. Precisely because they were strong, they understood the terrifying things happening on that 743,300-square-kilometer land.

That true god among men flying in the sky did not even need to come over. A few ripples of his mental energy scanning past were enough to make the watching vampires tremble with fear, their livers and gallbladders splitting! Just by being too close, they had the illusion that their minds were being violently assaulted. Their once-proud identity as vampires had become a death warrant; under the crushing force of humanity, the vampires were nothing more than rats in a gutter.

Their cultivation realms were similar, but the gap in power was simply too vast. Lan Yi had once said that he was growing stronger every moment just by standing on the geomagnetism; this had never changed.

Escape! They had to escape! They could not stay here!

The vampires fled by boat overnight, with no courage to look back. The vampire clans of Temasek abandoned their foundations in grief, deserted their ghouls and blood slaves, and scattered in small boats, drifting westward from Malacca toward the Southern Sub-Asian continent. There, the Mother Fungus would accept them, but as strays, they were destined never to raise the name of the vampire race as they had in history.

The vampire clans of Sulawesi fled south. They set foot on the southern continent of Lizhou, far away from the demon-slaying blade of the River Civilization. With tears in their eyes, they entered the sphere of influence of the Oceanic Civilization. The land there was barren, and the Ingrey had laid plans long ago. In the time to come, the vampires would continuously degenerate in the deserts of Lizhou, eventually regressing into beasts and becoming one of the raw materials farmed by the Oceanic Civilization.

The Far South might still have traces of inhuman races, but today, the Commander of the River Civilization, the highly respected and beloved Lan Yi, had wiped out ninety percent of the non-human races on that 743,300-square-kilometer land in one breath. With great power and great courage, he had cut off at the source the path for these alien species to finish eating humans, don the cloak of civilization, and rise.

There was no place for them on the high-speed train of the main world’s civilization. Only the reincarnators could understand what a magnificent feat Lan Yi had accomplished.

The night gradually receded, and the sun rose as usual. In the eyes of the survivors in Lanfang, the figure of the Thunder Phoenix Heavenly Lord—stepping on a missile—was immense and divine. Though he had come a bit late, at least he rose with the sun.

Some of the more sharp-witted survivors realized at this moment: from now on, the Far South belonged to the River Civilization, and the Oceanic Civilization would never return.