Chapter 82: Kings of the Unmade World
His right arm exploded, as did the Barrier around it.
With the threat of Orient and Holster’s lives on the line, Yuan poured most of his qi into his cannon. The power he had accumulated across his short half-life of cycling burst out of him in a mighty detonation that vaporized his metal bones and annihilated his fingers. The leyline’s qi and feng shui alignment only magnified it.
Yuan thought his thrusters would be enough to help him stay in place, but he was wrong. The blowback threw him backward while his shockwave carried on with such strength and speed that the very humidity in the air turned to steam. It picked up power the more it traveled along the leyline, leeching off qi from the earth to grow in size and power.
The pain was intense, but not unbearable; not when it saved his loved ones’ lives.
The Recoil Blast struck the Gun in the right side of its torso, close to the shoulders and joints keeping its cannon arm attached to it. Although Yuan’s attack couldn’t hope to match the Gun’s mountain-destroying might, the impact packed as much of a punch as Orient did when she crashed into Manhattan.
The shockwave hit the Gun and tore its way through it.
The blast ripped half the Gun’s torso to pieces and continued its course into the wasteland beyond, shattering its bones and severing the Gun’s cannon arm off from the rest of its body. The power accumulated within it suddenly broke free in a mighty fireball that incinerated the demigod and the city’s ruins.
As it turned out, the Gun wasn’t immune to its own power.
The cannon-arm detonated with the heat and power of an arrow of light. Blinding flames shining like the sun melted off the Gun’s skin and flesh to reveal thick steel bones, alongside gear organs pulsating within thorned ribs. The shockwave blew dust and heat into Yuan’s face, forcing him to push qi into his thrusters to fight it off. When the light and flames died out, only a smoking crater remained of the dead city’s ruins.