Chapter 495 - 355: The Fall of a Legend, The Big Mushroom (2)

It was a shame. Despite guarding such a rich land, many people around here couldn’t even get enough to eat. One could only imagine how lazy and inferior this nation must be.

Ian stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, three figures descended from the sky, forming a triangle to surround him.

Bascara stood directly in front, his dark crimson monk’s robe whipping in the wind.

Aditya was to his left, his bald head gleaming under the sun, muscles bulging like an iron tower.

Shomia was to his right, his gaze cold and sinister.

"Mr. Yin, please go no further."

Bascara spoke, his voice calm, but his eyes were extremely grave.

Ian didn’t reply, merely watching them with indifference. It was the way one would look at dead men.

"His Majesty has given the order. Please return to the camp."

Bascara continued, slowly raising his hands as a golden light began to gather in his palms.

"If you insist on moving forward... then the three of us will be forced to act."

The moment his voice fell, all three of them attacked at once!

The golden light in Bascara’s palms erupted, transforming into a ten-meter-wide pillar of light that blasted toward Ian.

Aditya roared, slamming his fists into the ground. The earth split open and magma erupted, forming a fiery tornado that rushed at Ian.

Shomia opened his mouth and a silent scream spread out, a Spiritual Shock washing over Ian like a tidal wave.

The three attacks, coming from three different directions, sealed off all paths of retreat.

Ian didn’t even bat an eye. He simply raised his right hand, palm up.

HUMMM!

The Gravity Field expanded, freezing all three attacks in mid-air. The very air within a one-kilometer radius seemed to solidify.

The golden light, the fiery dragon, and even the formless Spiritual Shock...

Everything was frozen as if time had stopped, halted ten meters from Ian, unable to advance another inch.

’Not good, fall back!’

The three Legends’ pupils contracted as they tried to pull back their attacks and retreat.

But now that they had attacked, how could Ian possibly give them a chance to escape?

"So these are the guardian Legends of the Indian Kingdom. Tsk, tsk. So weak."

Ian shook his head. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and three small, crimson spears condensed in his palm.

They were only the size of a finger, their shafts appearing to be made of flowing, scorching magma. At their tips, the terrifying heat was so intense it caused space itself to ripple and collapse.

The moment the crimson spears took form, the very heavens and earth changed color.

The once-clear sky suddenly darkened.

It was as if an invisible curtain had been drawn, devouring the sunlight and causing the temperature to plummet.

The wind stopped, the clouds scattered, and even the distant sirens from Delria City fell silent.

In the entire world, all that remained were the three crimson spears and... the indescribable terror in the eyes of the three Legends.

"No..." Bascara opened his mouth, trying to say something.

But Ian gave him no more chances to speak. He pushed gently with his right hand.

The three small spears vanished simultaneously.

As if performing a Space Jump, one moment they were in his palm, and the next, they had appeared at the center of each man’s forehead.

The scorching, flowing magma on the spear tips was reflected in the three Legends’ terrified eyes.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

Three soft sounds rang out at once.

The small spears sank into their foreheads. The three Legends’ bodies instantly stiffened, their pupils dilated, and their gazes went vacant.

Then... their skin began to turn crimson and translucent, like shattered, colored glass.

Streaks of crimson light shone out from the cracks.

"Ugh... AHH!"

Bascara opened his mouth, trying to beg for mercy, but as he did, a crimson light shot out from it.

Aditya tried to roar, but only light surged from his throat. From Shomia’s narrow eyes, two beams of crimson light erupted.

The cracks spread from their foreheads to their cheeks, down their necks, and across their chests and limbs...

Growing deeper, growing brighter.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

With three muffled explosions, the bodies of the three Legends blew apart into countless fragments.

Before the fragments could even hit the ground, the terrifying heat from within vaporized them instantly, turning them into three clouds of crimson mist that slowly rose and dissipated.

With just a single strike, the three great Legends of the Indian Kingdom had fallen.

Ian raised his hand, and the crimson spears dissipated into nothing.

The sky cleared once more, and sunlight sprinkled down, illuminating the Ashes on the ground.

He resumed walking, his pace still leisurely, as if nothing had happened.

Gaga, perched on his shoulder, blinked its small eyes. "Ian, they... were really weak."

"It’s not that they were weak," Ian explained softly. "It’s just that I’m too strong."

Inside Delria City, the sirens grew more frantic. More soldiers poured out, and an even greater torrent of missiles launched into the sky.

But anyone who tried to get within two kilometers of Ian was instantly reduced to a bloody mist.

All missiles detonated high in the air, more than two kilometers away from him.

It was like a grand fireworks display, paving the way for his advance.

Ian drew ever closer to Delria. Soon, he was just ten kilometers away, then seven, then five...

In the royal palace, King Samit had completely broken down.

He was slumped on his throne, his eyes unfocused, muttering to himself, "A monster... He’s a monster..."

"The three guardian Legends... gone, just like that..."

"What do I do... What do I do... I don’t want to die!"

He snapped his head up and looked at the general beside him. "Activate the final measure! Immediately!!"

The general’s face was pale, his voice trembling.

"Your Majesty... the final measure... it will endanger Delria..."

"I don’t care!!" Samit shrieked, spittle flying onto the general’s face.

"Activate it! Activate it for me now! I want him dead! All I want is for him to die!!!"

The general gritted his teeth, turned, and rushed out of the banquet hall.

Three minutes later, on the outskirts of Delria, at a certain secret base, a solid silver-white missile slowly began to rise.

On its warhead was a conspicuous radiation symbol.

The mushroom.

The Indian Kingdom’s final measure: a small tactical nuclear warhead with a fifty-thousand-ton yield and a maximum range of five thousand kilometers.

Its target... was aimed directly at Ian.

The missile soared into the sky, trailing a blazing plume of fire. It broke the sound barrier, screaming toward Ian’s position.