Chapter 270 — Ezreal the Spectator, the Nightmare Crocodile

War always comes so suddenly. When people are still laughing and joking, it arrives—and takes everything away.

Visitors from the Demon Nebula and the Dark Nebula brought gunsmoke and fire to Earth, and destroyed its beautiful peace.

Conventional channels of information exchange were annihilated in an instant.

The internet, the telephone, and every other electronic means of communication were utterly paralyzed.

Overnight, people seemed to have fallen back into primitive society.

China, America, Russia, Britain, France...

The governments of the great powers slid into half-paralysis, barely able to look after themselves, let alone send aid to the smaller nations.

The demon invaders ravaged this azure planet, bringing down upon the human world the "chaos" they believed to be their own greatness.

The leader of the shadow world, the Death God Karl, even delivered a speech in the skies above Juxia City.

"...Utmost sorrow, utmost joy, tranquility."

"Every stage that life must pass through has its own beauty."

"I hope you all enjoy it thoroughly."

With that bit of middle-school edgelord rhetoric, the speech ended, and the phantom suspended above the city district dispersed completely.

The invading warriors, bearing demonic wings, burned, killed, and pillaged wherever they went.

They were impervious to blade and bullet; ordinary firearms and swords were all but useless against them.

Under such circumstances, the warriors of the Super Seminary set out.

Their training had been extremely brief, but having inherited super genes, they possessed advantages ordinary humans could not begin to match.

Superhuman strength, superhuman speed, superhuman endurance...

Superhuman agility, superhuman reflexes, enhanced immune systems, enhanced intuition, energy absorption and discharge...

Wherever demons ran rampant, there the students of the Super Seminary appeared.

Ge Xiaolun, Zhao Xin, Cheng Yaowen, Liu Chuang—these soft-legged weaklings who could not withstand a single blow from Rui Mengmeng—suddenly arrived at an entirely new estimation of their own strength.

"I think... I'm actually pretty strong?"

After cutting down a demon warrior with his alloy greatsword, Ge Xiaolun stared blankly at the giant blade in his hands.

This was the sixth opponent he had killed.

He had no fighting technique to speak of; whatever fancy tricks the enemy might have, he would roar "Shut up!" the moment they met, then swing the greatsword straight into their face.

Zhao Xin paid no attention to his good buddy, who was busy rebuilding his self-confidence.

Spear in hand, cold light flashing in his eyes, he swept back and forth among the demon warriors.

"A flash of cold light arrives first, then the spear strikes forth like a dragon!"

Master Xin shone brilliantly in this battle.

Empowered by infinite energy, he accounted for nearly twenty-five percent of the Super Seminary's total battle record—half of Rui Mengmeng's standard.

Behind Zhao Xin, the prince Cheng Yaowen wore the same equipment.

Witnessing the demon warriors' massacre of ordinary people reminded him of the destruction of his homeland and his father's final entrustment.

The fury in his heart awakened Cheng Yaowen's instinct to command the power of the earth.

Yet this awakening of his transcendent power was far too brief; after only a dozen exchanges, Cheng Yaowen was gasping for breath, utterly spent.

In fact, it was not only Cheng Yaowen.

Apart from Zhao Xin, who was buffed with infinite firepower, and Rui Mengmeng, who had eaten the ultra-effective ginseng fruit and possessed extraordinary recovery, nearly every student of the Super Seminary had fallen into a state of exhaustion.

"Lena! Requesting long-range strike!"

Though somewhat unwilling, Cheng Yaowen still made the correct decision.

Teacher Wang Xu had been right: a man cannot live forever in the hatred of the past.

The grudges and passions of the previous generation cannot be carried on forever.

To live in the present and solve the problem at hand—that was what he, as a king, ought to do!

If his father were still alive, he would likely hope even more that his son might carry on the family line, spread the branches of the Light Shield imperial clan, and rebuild its glory—rather than become a vengeful rat in a gutter, a sly maggot.

Having made this decision, the last trace of gloom in Cheng Yaowen's eyes dispersed entirely.

"Understood!"

In the dark energy communication channel of the Super Seminary warriors, the voice of Lena, Goddess of Dawn, rang out: "Solar particle flare trajectory calculation complete. Remote-controlled strike... launch!"

As the words fell, the dark clouds shrouding the skies above Juxia City were split by a beam of light.

Blinding, searing photonic energy descended from the heavens like an orbital cannon, plummeting toward the human world.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

With the elemental counter at play, under the carpet bombing of the solar flares, the first wave of invading demon warriors was annihilated entirely.

"We... won!"

Ge Xiaolun raised his longsword high and let out a rousing howl.

He had once thought himself a loser.

He had often felt he was good for nothing.

But now he could proudly declare that he was a red warrior who defended his country and its people!

This was the peak of his life!

Ge Xiaolun wanted to share this joy and glory with all his comrades, only to find that most of the Super Seminary students had collapsed into semi-unconsciousness from overexertion.

Only Rui Mengmeng, Master Xin, and Liu Chuang remained standing, and only barely.

...

"CCTV is amazing—the whole network's down, and we can still get this channel..."

"This must be the so-called dark energy information network technology."

A blond youth stared intently at the television, smacking his lips from time to time.

Watching the burly man on screen howling at the sky, he felt his throat go dry: "Lux, this muscle-bound brute is really your own brother?"

His name was Ezreal, an ordinary youth with transcendent perception.

Recently, Ezreal had just found himself a girlfriend in the "Weird Tales Association"—a girl who could only be called a goddess, a chuunibyou tsundere.

Now, he was somewhat regretting it.

That big shot on TV who cut down demons like chopping vegetables and slicing melons appeared to be his girlfriend's own brother.

Looking at that greatsword thicker than his own waist, Ezreal felt a chill of fear.

"Yeah! Bro went off to university recently, and I don't even know what he's studying—he's gotten this incredible..."

In the golden-haired girl Lux's beautiful eyes flowed a radiant light, as though carrying a childlike, innocent malice, while a shimmering glow gradually gathered in her jade-white hand.

Ezreal covered his eyes with one hand and swallowed hard.

Within that orb of light, he sensed the power of destruction and devastation.

Whether in novels, anime, or movies...

The normal setting for light should be the healing type, right?

From that perspective, Lux really did deserve to be Ge Xiaolun's own sister.

The spatial coordinate data around Ezreal began to scramble.

He had already started thinking about how to slip away using micro-wormhole warp technology.

...

Above Juxia City, within the dark energy war fog, a starry battleship loomed faintly.

Inside the battleship.

The hot-bodied Demon Queen Morgana stood with hands on her hips, crowned by a pair of proud, enormous orbs and punk-styled pitch-black wings, slowly pacing along the corridor.

Her expression was furious, and she looked rather aggrieved: "'Fallen' is actually a fucking derogatory term in this world?"

"These people's worldview is seriously messed up!"

The furious Queen Morgana ignored the telegram from her strategic partner, the Death God Karl.

She was going to correct the mistaken notions of the people of Earth.

"However... those freshmen from the Super Seminary are troublesome."

"Soton. Heifeng."