Chapter 1115 - 524: Mortal Cunning

Chapter 1115: Chapter 524: Mortal Cunning

"Hmph, how ridiculous."

He let out a displeased snort, his ice-reinforced fists slamming heavily together, setting off another round of collapses in the surrounding snowy mountains.

After showing off how much stronger he’d become, the God of Sand and Stone still didn’t see the look of despair he’d been hoping for on Herbert’s face.

"Mortal, after seeing all this, do you still intend to struggle?"

He looked at the mortal who showed no trace of tension, finding him more and more intriguing, and couldn’t help saying, "Mortal, your fearlessness is making me hesitate somewhat."

"Rather than killing you, I find myself increasingly interested in your soul."

Hm?

Herbert’s ever-present grin froze in an instant. His expression shifted as he narrowed his eyes at the God of Sand and Stone, whose gaze had clearly changed.

Hm?

Seriously, you’re actually developing feelings for me?

Do you have any idea what you’re doing right now?

He looked at the God of Sand and Stone with a sort of pity and silently shook his head.

If you originally still had a path to survival, then the moment you finished saying that, you... completely forfeited any hope.

["Hm?"]

Nenasha suddenly spoke up, loudly and irritably shouting:["She dares to fight me over him? Herbert, do it—she must die today!!!"]

See? What did I tell you.

Certain Harmonious God young ladies are extremely possessive of their food.

To soothe Nenasha, Herbert took the initiative to respond, "Thank you for your favor, but I’m afraid you won’t get the chance to carefully study my soul."

"Hm? You still won’t give up? You mean to keep on struggling?"

The God of Sand and Stone was baffled by Herbert’s calm demeanor, utterly unable to imagine what way he could still have to win.

"Struggle?"

"Haha, you’re overthinking it. Actually, everything I needed to do is already done."

Herbert chuckled and shook his head, then suddenly brought up another subject that seemed completely unrelated.

"Do you know what happens when ice encounters high temperatures?"

Without waiting for a Divine to answer, he continued, "Of course it melts into water, that’s only natural... But what if the temperature is a bit higher? It turns into steam."

"So here’s the question—if a block of rapidly frozen ice meets a high temperature sufficient to vaporize it instantly, what happens?"

He smiled and gave an answer the Divine could not comprehend:

"It will instantly expand to more than a thousand times its original volume; if the temperature is high enough, it could even reach several thousand times."

!!?

Wait, what is he talking about?

Herbert’s words dumbfounded the God of Sand and Stone. He couldn’t understand them, yet felt a sudden, unprecedented sense of unease.

What on earth does he mean!!?

And to help the God of Sand and Stone understand what was about to happen, Herbert very thoughtfully offered a simpler explanation.

"To put it in terms someone like you can process, it means... all that ice you deliberately inhaled into your body is about to explode inside you."

With that, Herbert raised his hand and lightly rubbed two fingers together.

"Alright, time to end this farce."

Snap.

With Herbert’s snapping fingers, another power he’d quietly stirred while manipulating the Water Element was instantly activated—that power from Miss Fallen Angel.

That scorching Fire Element power, originally drawn from the Sun, rapidly converged inside the Ice Crystal Sandstone Giant’s body, then condensed into a pitch-black eyeball in his chest cavity.

At the same time, in the distant Aurora Sanctuary, the Fallen Angels abruptly opened her eyes.

"Let my power become his power, and fight for him."

Luhier did not hesitate; following Herbert’s prior instructions, she fully unleashed the strength she’d lent out.

Then that eerie eyeball shifted once more, instantly transforming into a small pitch-black sun.

With the change in form came a sudden spike in temperature.

!!!

The God of Sand and Stone felt the drastic change in temperature inside his body. His expression twisted, and he let out a roar.

"No!"

Hiss!

A sharp, high-pressure hissing came first from within the giant. Countless white jets of steam, like swords, instantly speared out through every crack in the giant’s body.

Then the real explosion began.

This was not a uniform expansion, but a collapse from the inside out.

The giant’s weakest parts were the first to fail under the pressure.

The sound of the blast devoured everything.

With a rapid series of detonations, the neck, joints, and chest all blew open.

Not shattered, but torn wide apart by the high-pressure steam that had built up inside!

His massive rocky arms were blasted off his torso and crashed down to the ground.

The scorching steam, mixed with sand and stone melted into a liquid by the intense heat, erupted like a volcano, turning the sky into a rain of deadly molten rock.

Red-hot, viscous magma spilled onto the ground, then, upon meeting ice and snow, solidified into bands of crystal.

The mutilated body of the Sandstone Giant could no longer remain standing. With a quake-like rumble, he collapsed to his knees like a falling mountain.

The Divine had fallen.

Boom!!!

The mangled divine body slammed down amidst the mountains, its wretched state proclaiming all that it had just endured.

And the culprit behind this devastation—Herbert, who had flown clear at the moment of the blast—now drifted back to the scene of the crime, cheerfully admiring his own handiwork with a satisfied smile.

"Mm, the effect’s not bad."

Herbert thought it over, then mused, "No, it’s more that his pose was just too perfect."

"If he hadn’t proactively sucked all that water into his body, the effect might not even have reached half of what we have now."

What’s precise aim compared to willingly catching the shot?

Destroy your core?