61: Chapter 61 The End of the Zeus

Old Ross shuddered.

"Fire!! Fire for me!!"

The security captain guarding the blast door pulled the trigger almost instinctively, his finger clamped tightly on the trigger.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat--!!!"

Dozens of Spirit Energy Gauss Rifles simultaneously spewed blue flames.

The dense rain of bullets formed a metal storm, every single round carrying the Demon-Shattering attribute, instantly covering Zhao Tiezhu's entire body.

However, a scene that made everyone's pupils shake occurred.

Those costly Saint Silver bullets, the moment they touched Zhao Tiezhu's body, did not explode, did not penetrate, and did not even stir up the slightest ripple.

They passed through Zhao Tiezhu's spirit body as if passing through air, unimpeded, before clanging against the submarine's bulkhead behind him, smashing the precision instruments into showers of sparks.

Physical Immunity.

This is the power of the Dao.

In the face of Dragon Summer's National Fortune, so-called kinetic weapons were nothing more than water pistols in a child's hand.

Zhao Tiezhu looked down at his own stomach, which had just been pierced by hundreds of bullets.

He pretended to reach out and pat away non-existent dust, wearing an expression of disdain: "What is this stuff? It's just a tickle, not even strong enough to scratch an itch."

With that, he floated directly into the command cabin.

Following closely behind him were one after another Heroic Spirits clad in dark gold armor.

They ignored the obstruction of the walls and the obstacles of tables and chairs, surging into the cramped space like a golden tide.

A Tyrant-modified human tried to rush up and engage them in close combat, but was instantly cleaved in half by the Falcon Legion Commander.

"Damn undead! Die!"

Professor Merlin finally couldn't sit still.

He raised his bone staff high, chanting obscure and difficult-to-understand spells. The purple 'Void Barrier' instantly shone brightly, transforming into countless purple tentacles, attempting to entangle the Heroic Spirits surging in.

A Mental Energy attack?

Zhao Tiezhu paused for a moment, allowing the purple tentacles to wrap around his neck.

Merlin was overjoyed: "Hahaha! Got him! This is the power of Western Magic..."

"Snap."

A crisp sound interrupted his wild laughter.

Zhao Tiezhu reached out somewhat impatiently, tearing off the magical tentacle around his neck as easily as ripping a piece of scrap cloth.

"Is that all?"

Zhao Tiezhu tilted his head, looking at the bewildered Merlin: "It's not even as strong as Second Uncle when he dances at the village entrance."

The next second, a grand, majestic golden aura, filled with magnificent Heavenly Might, surged back along the severed magical tentacle without reservation.

That was the weight of five thousand years, the unyielding will of 1.4 billion people, and the Evil Qi of the three thousand Heroic Spirits.

You use one person's Mental Energy to directly confront the National Fortune of an entire nation?

It was like using a matchstick to poke a nuclear reactor.

"Pfft--!!!"

Professor Merlin didn't even manage to let out a scream. His entire body seemed to be struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer. Blood spurted from all seven orifices simultaneously, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing fiercely into the control console, his fate unknown.

At this point, the entire command cabin fell completely silent.

Guns were useless.

Magic was also useless.

The modified warrior soldiers holding high-tech weapons now looked at the group of 'ghosts' floating around, all with fierce looks, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

They weren't afraid of death, but this kind of enemy—one they couldn't understand, couldn't touch, and couldn't harm—had completely shattered their psychological defenses.

"Clang."

Someone unknown was the first to drop the gun in their hand.

This was followed by the sound of a cascade of firearms hitting the floor.

Zhao Tiezhu ignored these small fries and floated directly to Old Ross, who was slumped on the ground.

Old Ross had completely collapsed by now.

His pride—his wealth, power, and technology—seemed so pale and powerless before this semi-transparent man clad in golden armor.

He could not comprehend how the situation had devolved to this point in less than a day.

He hadn't even attacked Dragon Summer yet; he had hidden himself so well.

"You... you can't kill me!"

Old Ross trembled. "I am the Clan Chief of the Ross Family! I control 30% of the world's resources! If you kill me, the Ark Alliance will retaliate at any cost! Dragon Summer will not have an easy time!"

"I can pay! I can give you so much money! Hundreds of billions! Trillions! Just let me go!"

Zhao Tiezhu stopped in front of him.

The shadow cast by his tall figure completely enveloped the trembling Old Ross.

The energy Mo Dao in Zhao Tiezhu's hand slowly rose, the icy blade resting against Old Ross's wrinkled, cold-sweat-covered neck.

Old Ross closed his eyes, desperately awaiting the arrival of death.

However, the blade did not swing down.

Instead, Zhao Tiezhu retracted the blade, squatted down, brought his face close to Old Ross's, and looked at him with a hint of disdain.

"Die?"

"Old man, you wish too highly of yourself."

Zhao Tiezhu reached out and patted Old Ross's noble face twice, not too hard, not too light.

The damage was minimal, but the insult was extreme.

"The Leader said that a scourge like you being killed with one strike is too easy for you."

At this moment, Su Yun's voice echoed coldly through the connection of the National Fortune inside the submarine located deep in the Atlantic Ocean, sounding like a judgment handed down from the Nine Heavens.

"Bring him back."

"Let the whole world see what happens to anyone who dares to touch my Dragon Summer people."

"In this world, some debts cannot be settled simply by dying."

"We need a public trial, a public trial in front of 1.4 billion people."

Hearing the words 'public trial,' Old Ross's complexion instantly turned from ashen white to deathly gray.

For a major figure like him, who had controlled the dark side of the world for a century, being dragged into the sunlight and judged like a monkey was ten thousand times more terrifying than death.

"Did you hear that? Let's go!"

Zhao Tiezhu grinned mischievously, grabbed the collar of Old Ross's back neck like he was snatching a little chick.

"No! I won't go! Kill me! Quick, kill me!" Old Ross struggled frantically, but against the power of the Heroic Spirits, his resistance was as futile as an infant's.

Zhao Tiezhu suddenly exerted force, carrying Old Ross, and rushed straight up along the golden long bridge!

As for how to pass through the remaining layers of the submarine hull? That was naturally done by—crashing through.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by a series of loud metallic tearing sounds, Old Ross felt as if he had been stuffed into a drum washing machine, the scenery before his eyes wildly shifting.

He saw the deep, gloomy darkness of the deep sea, felt the surging waves of the sea surface, and finally, the biting cold wind of the high altitude.

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he found himself being held thousands of meters high in the sky.

Below him, the 'zeus,' which symbolized the pinnacle of Western technological crystallization, instantly crushed by millions of tons of seawater after losing the protection of its golden light, turned into countless wreckage, slowly sinking toward the even deeper seabed graveyard.

"Let go of me... I beg you..." Old Ross's face twitched from the gale winds at high altitude, his words slurred as he wailed.

Zhao Tiezhu ignored him completely, merely turning around and waving to the vast army of Heroic Spirits behind him, roaring with heroic spirit:

"Brothers! Wrap it up!"

"Roar!!"

The three thousand Heroic Spirits responded in unison, their roar shaking the heavens.

On the golden bridge, streams of light shimmered brilliantly.

The Invincible Army returned in triumph.