104: Chapter 104 Battlefield Picnic, Villain's Wrath
The "sofa airship" landed smoothly on the skyscraper's helipad, without the slightest bump.
The location here was excellent.
The view was wide, offering a panoramic sight of the blood and fire-intertwined battlefield spanning dozens of blocks below.
The wind was gentle, just enough to dissipate the bloody smell wafting up from below, but not enough to mess up their hairstyles.
Best of all, a few hundred meters directly opposite, on the rooftop of another building, the massive altar set up by the black-robed fanatics of the Guixu Cult was clearly visible.
It was practically a VIP of VIP viewing seats.
"Good, this is it."
Gu Fan nodded in satisfaction, lazily sitting up from the sofa.
The next second, the members of the Lying Flat Society immediately demonstrated astonishing professionalism.
"President! The parasol is here!"
Xiao Fan eagerly carried over a huge beach parasol and plunged it next to the sofa with a thud, its canopy perfectly shading the entire sofa.
"Boss, the picnic mat and snacks are ready."
Lin Xue elegantly spread out a checkered tablecloth, meticulously arranging iced cola, potato chips, cantaloupe, and beef jerky from the insulated box.
Xiao Hei, meanwhile, expressionlessly took out his professional cleaning kit and began meticulously wiping the sofa armrests, which might have accumulated dust during the flight, with the focused intensity of someone performing delicate surgery.
They were bustling with activity.
And hundreds of meters below them, on the streets, was a starkly different Hell on Earth.
"Roar!!"
A Unicorn Rhino Beast, as large as a tank, was charging wildly, knocking over a team of well-equipped Dragon Shield Task Force members.
"Hold the line! For Tianqiong City! For humanity!"
A Martial Emperor-level captain with a severed arm roared, his eyes bloodshot, his psionic armor sparking, yet he stubbornly held the front line.
Not far away, the City Lord of Tianqiong City, a true Peak Martial Emperor expert, was locked in a life-and-death struggle with a Nine-Headed Serpent Monster that had emerged from a rift.
Every collision unleashed an energy shockwave comparable to a missile explosion.
The usually majestic City Lord was now covered in blood, looking disheveled and barely surviving several close calls.
He roared, "For the future of humanity! We cannot retreat!"
Passionate, tragic, brutal.
However, this epic apocalyptic scene completely devolved into absurdity in front of Gu Fan's team.
...
On the altar on the opposite rooftop.
The chief priest of the Guixu Cult, holding a staff made of countless vengeful spirits and bones, was fanatically chanting incantations, maintaining the operation of the giant black vortex in the sky.
He felt the despair and fear emanating from the city below, a look of infatuation on his face.
"Do you feel it? Our God's footsteps are near! This defiled world will soon be purified under the glory of our God!"
He was engrossed in his grand endeavor.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that extremely discordant splash of color on the opposite rooftop.
What was that?
A gaudy parasol?
A woman spreading a tablecloth?
A man wiping a sofa?
And... and a young man lying on the sofa, about to open a can of cola?!
The chief priest's smile froze on his face.
A picnic?
On a battlefield where the apocalypse was descending?
Opposite the Holy Land where their God was about to descend?
A picnic?!
An indescribable rage, like a volcanic eruption, instantly surged to the top of his head.
This was blasphemy!
Blatant blasphemy!!
This was the ultimate contempt for their God and their great endeavor!!!
"What... what are those insects?!"
The chief priest's voice became sharp with extreme anger, and the staff in his hand creaked from his forceful grip.
The several vice chief priests behind him also noticed the scene, trembling with rage.
"Outrageous! How dare they commit such an absurd act in the Holy War Zone!"
"Kill them! Their blood must wash away this disgrace!"
The chief priest's chest heaved violently. He stared intently at Gu Fan, who was leisurely drinking cola, the fury in his eyes almost materializing.
[Ding! Detecting SSS-rank 'Blasphemy' type malice from 'Guixu Cult Chief Priest Modu'!]
[Judgment: This individual believes the host's picnic behavior is the ultimate insult to his sacred faith. His anger has surpassed the critical threshold, generating intense killing intent to utterly annihilate the host at all costs.]
Almost simultaneously.
On the battlefield below, the City Lord, who was struggling against the Nine-Headed Serpent Monster, also noticed Gu Fan and the others on the rooftop during a lull in attacks.
He initially thought it was some clueless rich kid sightseeing and immediately roared through a psionic loudspeaker, "Civilians on the rooftop! Leave immediately! This is not where you should be! Do you have a death wish?!"
His roar was filled with anxious anger, like 'hating iron for not becoming steel'.
[Ding! Detecting A-rank 'Hating Iron for Not Becoming Steel' type malice from 'Tianqiong City Lord Zhao Zhengyang'!]
[Judgment: This individual believes the host's behavior is extremely foolish and lacks propriety, generating an educational impulse of 'really wanting to slap him awake'.]
For a moment, a massive, diverse torrent of malice from both enemy and allied sides surged towards Gu Fan, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Gu Fan was completely unaware of this.
He just felt that the picnic atmosphere today was particularly good, and the air seemed much fresher.
He pulled the tab of the cola can.
"Tsssss——————"
A soft pop.
In this noisy battlefield filled with explosions, roars, and cries, this soft sound of the can opening strangely and clearly reached the ears of everyone who noticed them.
It was as if the volume of the entire world had been lowered, just to highlight that crisp sound.
At this moment, both the roaring chief priest and the furious City Lord paused for a second.
In their minds, only the leisurely image of the young man drinking cola and that "tsssss" remained.
Extremely insulting!
[Ding! Detecting massive, multi-category malice. Conditions for activating special backlash protocol met.]
[Backlash protocol preparing to activate...]
Just as Gu Fan brought the cola to his lips, before he could even take a sip, the System's notification sounds kept ringing in his head.
He frowned, a little annoyed.
Can't a person quietly enjoy some drama?
And at this moment, on the opposite rooftop, the thoroughly enraged chief priest made a decision.
He would no longer wait; he would usher in the divine punishment ahead of time!
"All chief priests! Sacrifice your life force! Begin the Final Movement!"
The chief priest roared, pointing his staff at the sky. His entire body shriveled visibly, and his black hair instantly turned snow-white.
"With our withered bodies, we pave the way for the God's arrival!"
"Descend!!"
"The Chaos Monarch who devours stars, the Source of Despair—Ursalarg!!"
He used his last ounce of strength to let out the most fanatical, most devout, and most malicious summons towards the swirling black vortex in the sky!