True Apocalypse Game

This fanatic’s limbs had just been blown off by an artillery shell. He was groaning and wailing, his body writhing like a maggot.

"Come back, come back! My hands! My hands!"

Amid his crazed shouts, as if his wish were coming true, his arms were rapidly regenerating. In the blink of an eye, a large portion had already grown back. Bone, muscle, and blood vessels grew and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching his wrists in an instant!

Yet just two meters away, another Purifier with a ruptured abdomen showed no signs of healing. Blood pooled on the ground around him as he bled out.

Shen Feng’s eyes lit up.

’Clearly, the area where that Purifier is healing must contain a Quantum Force Field,’ Shen Feng thought. ’It’s what’s allowing his thoughts to become reality and his arms to regenerate so quickly.’

’It’s just like the Life Spring Water from a video game.’

’This is the location of the Quantum Force Field Core that Jingwei marked earlier!’

The fanatic was on a sheet of black metal plating, which looked brand new and stood in stark contrast to the mottled decay of its surroundings.

The fanatic’s hands had now regenerated up to the palms and were beginning to reform fingers. He shouted in ecstasy.

"By the Whispering God! Oh, God! I will purify this world and inherit your—"

BANG! Before he could finish, a bullet blew his head apart. Brains and bone fragments splattered everywhere. Without the support of a Consciousness Field, the regeneration instantly ceased.

The fanatic’s corpse fell to the ground with a THUD. Seeing that the body didn’t continue to regenerate, Shen Feng nodded slightly.

’So the Quantum Force Field, as powerful as it is, definitely needs a human consciousness to support and guide it.’

’Beneath that new metal plate must be the core of this powerful Quantum Force Field—the secret of this island!’

"There!" Shen Feng pointed at the metal plate and charged forward.

Witch Tower, who had been methodically killing Purifiers, paused for a second. She fired another arrow, pinning one more Purifier, before rushing after Shen Feng.

An ecstatic expression spread across Witch Tower’s face. Through the recent battle and her own observations, she now understood that the so-called Quantum Force Field was essentially a power that made wishes come true. As long as you could think it, you could have it.

That explained why this place had been a Heaven before.

She couldn’t wait to make her own wish: the return of the Savior!

Just then, as he was charging ahead, Shen Feng suddenly shouted, "Look out!" He spun around and tackled Witch Tower to the ground.

An instant later, a burst of gunfire erupted. A dozen bullets slammed into Shen Feng’s body, kicking up a spray of stone fragments.

He and Witch Tower exchanged a glance before rolling in opposite directions, taking cover under a ladder and looking up.

Quick as a flash, Witch Tower loosed an arrow. A scream of "AHH!" echoed as a cloaked figure, shot through the chest, tumbled from above. He was still clutching an automatic rifle as he hit the ground like a side of spoiled meat, his skull cracking open. He was dead in an instant.

The man wore a cloak covered in eye-patterned symbols. He was one of the Purifier Leader’s trusted subordinates from the island’s Purification Church.

He was one of the few people on the island who hadn’t blinded themselves.

Clearly, the Purifier Leader had spotted them and was now launching his attack.

To these Purifiers, Shen Feng and Witch Tower were like two Demons straight from Hell.

It was only after their arrival that this island paradise had reverted to its true, hellish state. The Purifiers hated them with a burning passion.

RAT-TAT-TAT...

BANG... BANG...

A continuous barrage of gunfire rang out. Bullets rained down from above, punching holes all around Shen Feng and Witch Tower’s hiding spot. Many stray rounds even flew wild, killing some of the injured, blind Purifiers.

"Demons! Blasphemers! You deserve to die! You will be punished by the Whispering God!" the Purifiers above roared.

"Kill them! Only by killing them can we appease God’s wrath and bring back Heaven!"

"Lost lambs, the Demons are among you! Get up and tear them to pieces! Follow the sounds!"

The Purifier Leader above realized he couldn’t hit Shen Feng or Witch Tower. He quickly devised a plan, firing shot after shot near their hiding spot while ordering the blind, wailing Purifiers to rise and kill the enemy.

The blind Purifiers had been utterly helpless and despairing. Their physical wounds were secondary to the crushing psychological trauma. But now, hearing their leader’s voice, a surprising number of them began to crawl to their feet and move toward the sound of the gunfire.

If their leader said killing these Blasphemers would bring back Heaven, they had to try. It was their last hope.

Shen Feng and Witch Tower looked around. The injured, blind Purifiers were now like a horde of zombies, shambling toward the sound of the gunfire.

Their cataract-covered eyes spun wildly in their sockets as they let out ghoulish howls.

Shen Feng snorted, pointed upward for Witch Tower, then grabbed a nearby crossbeam and began to climb.

Seeing Shen Feng climbing straight up the broken steel beams, the Purifier Leader and his men cried out in alarm and opened fire on him again.

But their aim was abysmal. They clearly had little to no opportunity to practice their marksmanship.

Bullets whizzed past him. The few that did hit were stopped by his backpack or his petrified skin, failing to cause any serious injury.

"Aim! Aim! Shoot that Devil down! Blow his head off!" the Purifier Leader shrieked in terror, his eyes wide.

He and his men were standing on a high platform, watching in horror as the man with the strange backpack climbed toward them like a monster. Even their precious firearms couldn’t kill him!

And now that monster was climbing closer and closer, one handhold at a time.

The Purifier Leader’s eyes bulged. He spun around, dashed to a corner of the platform, and hefted a personal rocket launcher onto his shoulder. Rushing back to the edge, he shouted:

"Die, monster!"

As he climbed, Shen Feng’s eyebrow twitched. ’He’s got an RPG?’ he thought. ’My petrified skin is tough, but it won’t stand up to that.’

’Still, my goal was just to stall for time. And this is long enough.’

He then looked up at the Purifier Leader and smiled.

The Purifier Leader froze, confused as to why this outsider was smiling at him.

Just then, with a few soft THWIPS, the men standing beside him were struck through the chest by arrows and collapsed, screaming.

Before the Purifier Leader could even turn around, something tightened around his neck. A cord was choking him, and he was instantly yanked off his feet and dragged backward with immense force.

The RPG fell from his hands, thudding onto the platform. He clawed at the cord around his neck, desperately twisting his head to look back. He saw that the thing choking him was a bowstring, held by a smiling, blonde-haired, blue-eyed young woman. She said:

"Got him."

At the same time, the man who had been climbing vaulted onto the platform.

"Nice work," he said.