Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 483 - 421 Heavy Punch Attack_1

The interrogation came abruptly, catching Matthes off guard for a moment. Disbelief.

"...Auden?"

He realized in an instant. "No, it's "Lord of the Flies", isn't it? It seems you've made some achievements, and it looks like you've even found a new Contractor? I'm genuinely happy for you."

"Shut up!" Beelzebub interrupted him furiously, as if pained by the reality before him. "You... have you really fallen into the Abyss!"

"Isn't that what you see before you?" Matthes spread his arms, curiously asking, "Is there something unbelievable about that? Or did I inadvertently leave you with the wrong impression?"

"..." In the prolonged silence, Huai Shi felt the Steel Book in his hand trembling slightly.

Beelzebub murmured softly, "Auden, that son of a bitch, that idiot... refused to believe everything he saw until the very end. Only before his death, bawling like a child... He believed until the very end that you wouldn't betray him, that you, whom he saw as his elder brothers, would not leave him."

The Steel Book trembled violently, as if something was struggling to burst out from its pages, questioning with all its despair and fury, "Matthes, how dare you! How dare you all!"

Matthes didn't answer, just maintained a calm silence.

After a long, long time, he seemed resigned as he lowered his gaze and sighed softly. "Auden was ultimately too weak."

He lamented with pity, "He was always like this, always making people sad, like a child... Preferring to cling to sweet dreams and wait for death rather than facing the truth."

"Truth, your ass!" Beelzebub cursed. "Do you assholes still have the face to claim you're righteous?!"

"Ah, of course, we claim that. In fact, we feel that we are the righteous side," Matthes responded without any shame, nodding in agreement and ignoring Beelzebub's insult.

Only after it had finished its tirade did he speak deliberately. "It's rare to meet an old friend, The Fly King. Whether you believe it or not, I am delighted at this moment. No, I should say I'm excited. Therefore, even though you stand against me, I still want to ask—" He reached out toward the Steel Book, earnestly asking, "Would you come to our side? You could replace Auden and witness everything."

"Matthes, let me tell you, you old bastard," Beelzebub said coldly, "I will only witness one thing for the rest of my life."

"And that is the sight of you turncoat bastards drowning in a cesspool, your whole families spiraling into the sky and exploding! Otherwise, forget it!"

"Then suit yourself." Matthes calmly turned his gaze toward Huai Shi, who had become a mere backdrop. "And what about you, Mr. Huai Shi? Even in the Abyss, I have heard much about you. It must be said, your performance has been exceptionally brilliant, even admirable and praiseworthy."

"A person like you shouldn't be reduced to a tool of the Astronomical Society. Care to join us?" he asked. "Golden Dawn needs new blood like yours."

In silence, Huai Shi tilted his neck. He lifted his recently fractured and still-healing right hand and, with trembling fingers, lit a cigarette. He took a couple of fierce drags, posturing before that old bastard, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "What? Is Golden Dawn recruiting Cowherds now?"

"A creative rejection. Unfortunately, it changes nothing." Matthes shrugged slightly, not particularly bothered by the refusal.

He didn't even bother to make a killing move. He merely looked down on them with pity.

Even Huai Shi, who had been prepared for a noble sacrifice, was taken aback.

"Counting the time, it should be about now." Matthes glanced at his watch. "That bunch of tools from the Casting Iron Army, no matter how useless, should have made the Rotten Dream Queen aware of the enemy's presence by now, right?"

This place was within the Secret Ritual of the Double Helix, isolated from the outside.

Based on the Abyss Bloodline, Creator Matthes had forged a brand-new framework of Hell, completely enveloping the Group Star, much like a vesicle in the Abyss.

In essence, this place could now be called a sealed Hell.

Here, without the support of Source Substance from the Rainbow Bridge or the aid of those Miracle Imprint Modules, the Casting Iron Army was merely an Undead Army.

Even if they couldn't be killed, what use were they?

Even if they exerted all their strength, they couldn't harm the critically wounded Ruler. Instead, they would only make It—furious, thoroughly provoked by the flies before It.

And then, Its appetite would awaken—

As he spoke, a shrill shriek suddenly erupted in the distance.

The piercing sound, almost physical, clawed at every hull plate and floor, tormenting everyone's eardrums, tearing at their consciousness and souls, as if trying to drag everyone down into the Abyss.

Amidst the assault by the Casting Iron Army, the Rotten Dream Queen's silhouette shuddered violently. Then, from within the shriek, it rapidly expanded, swelling as if being inflated like a balloon.

Within the invisible shell, countless shadows proliferated madly, swelling until, at last—they tore apart the final, fragile restraints. The Rotting Dream gushed forth like a torrent.

It surged skyward, then plummeted, spreading in all directions, yet it also seemed as if everything was rapidly sinking into that pitch-black Abyss.