Chapter 118 - The Beginning Of Death, The Destroyer Of The World (1/2)
Normal Usurpers would feel a heavy pressure from the scar and wound of Neamh that was etched onto this place. Even though MF hadn't been here before, she couldn't care less about the hostile environment with hefty radiation and constant wild-destructive beams from the nearby Calamities.
The flight kept going strong for several seconds as she delved a thousand of kilometers deep into the huge Ancient Battlefield that filled 23% of the whole Tavaroth Continent.
MF excreted the dark goo of creation from her left palm, might as well refer to the gauntlet as part of her body. She then crept her consciousness strings onto the substances and lengthen the pole of the halberd.
”From one to ten, rate your experience for the service.”
”WHAT!?”
”I take that as ten.”
She extended the halberd further into a pointy jumping pole—definitely not for jumping, and implanted numerous bio-rocket thrusters that were spread like a fan on the pummel end. Eyeing on the packed area of Calamities, MF hurled the skewered champion along with its enhanced halberd to the land below.
The red comet passed through a giant humanoid Calamities with tentacles, piercing a hole through its body before impacting the surface.
She looked to the sky, the planet-sized silhouette of Titan of Warcraft was observing her from above. MF greeted the godly being with a friendly middle finger.
MF usually refrain herself from creating any kind of biohazard or severe radiation with her action. But this time, MF needed no self-limitation to commit genocidal war crimes within this wretched land. Her mind was filled with malicious thought and it certainly affected her action on how she added more features for the modified halberd.
She had not only turned the precious artifact of the champion into an unmanned rocket, but she had also implanted an extremely dangerous condensed material near the rocket, together with its trigger.
'New type of nuclear bomb! Wala! COPID7734!
92 protons and 143 neutrons. The Uranium-235. 64 kilograms of it were enough to create a force of explosion equal to 15 kilotons of TNT in which MF might need some kind of protection despite having hundreds of meters range from the estimated impact of the COPID7734 nuclear bomb—A.K.A 'Champion Of Pallas Is Dumb' with number 7734 that could be read as 'Hell' upside down, sublimely mocking that the champion was dumb as hell.
Having enough estimation of the explosion, MF immediately transformed into the Anvriel's First Form and soared away kilometers from the designated center of explosion.
Her eyes were glued to her precious creation of the first nuclear bomb she had theorize a long time ago when she read the tome in Sacred Library when the security wasn't as tight. A smile of excitement transformed her into a playful devil.
The great COPID7734 pierced deep into the ground as it lifted the surrounding surface before the trigger reacted. It created the shockwave that compressed the core of the fuel, creating a nuclear fission reaction before the first phase of explosion began.
In the first millisecond, a ball of plasma hotter than the sun appeared and grew into a fireball kilometers across. Within this ball, everything was just gone.
Like water dripped into a very hot pan. A sizzle, and then there was nothing. The ground, the Calamities, and everything would evaporate if it had no kind of strong protection or divine wizardry to keep themselves intact and alive in some way.