CHAPTER 359: CHAPTER 223: SWEEPING AWAY ALL RESISTANCE, STORM OF BLOOD AND SLAUGHTER

In the biblical myths, the Tower of Babel was originally a product that incited the wrath of the gods, as humans vainly attempted to build a tower to reach heaven, only to be subjected to divine punishment.

"Divine punishment is coming..."

Lewis looked up at the sky, as a mass of storm clouds rolled in darkly, lightning flickering between them.

He couldn’t imagine how this member of the White Crow Travel Brigade could break through the Tower of Babel’s defenses in any form, so he considered this victory to be within easy reach.

Anluns stared at the giant tower, hundreds of meters high, and a faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth, "Need to bring down this broken tower in twenty seconds, so I can only pray the slot machine gives a good result."

Saying this, he pulled the lever downward.

Amidst the sound effects of "ding ding dong dong," cute cartoon images on the slot machine’s prize frame began shifting rapidly—"Bomb," "Pool Stick," "Money," "Boxing Gloves."

The series of reward images swapped so quickly they were almost just afterimages.

Finally, the first image slowly settled—it was "Bomb";

Soon, the second image settled slowly—it was still "Bomb";

Gradually, the third image settled as well—it remained as "Bomb."

Anluns was taken aback for a couple of seconds, then let out a long sigh.

While tapping the hot slot machine lightly, he said to Lewis inside the tower:

"Do you know how the one called ’France’s strongest’ Catastrophe Level Superpower User—’Embers’ died? If you don’t, then I’ll let you experience his way of dying."

He teased with a smirk, suddenly raising his voice: "Sometimes... a person just needs a bit of luck."

As the words fell, Anluns inserted one hand into his pocket and lifted the huge slot machine with the other, raising it high.

Suddenly, he hurled it at the towering giant tower ahead, watching as the slot machine flipped several times in the air, flying straight towards the immensely larger tower!

"What? He threw the slot machine over?" Lewis was slightly taken aback.

He originally thought the slot machine was the combat core of this superpower user, but unexpectedly the man threw the core over so easily, almost as if... abandoning himself.

"Could it be he’s already planning to flee before the fight even starts?" Thinking this, Lewis suddenly laughed.

Suddenly, the front casing of the slot machine opened, and a massive rocket launcher slowly emerged from it. The rocket launcher reversed direction, aiming at the slot machine itself.

Flames erupted from the muzzle, exploding the slot machine at point-blank range!

At that moment, a beam of light like an intercontinental missile shot skyward, engulfing the base of the giant tower, and then climbed upwards along the tower like a wild beast forged from flames.

Relentlessly, all the way to the clouds!

Moments later, only a gray mushroom cloud remained in view, rising to the sky.

Scorched marks spread across the earth, painting a shape reminiscent of bird wings. Black tinged with blood-like red, like volcanic lava.

The giant tower turned into scattered embers, drifting away.

The once picturesque meadow had now transformed into a crater as if struck by a meteor.

And Anluns himself had already retreated a thousand meters away after throwing the slot machine.

A moment later, the originator of this chaos finally dared to peek out, covering his nose with his hand, coughing twice, and fanning his hand to dispel the overpowering smell of gunpowder.

Then slowly walked to the edge of the crater, lowered his eyes to look, and saw a human-shaped skeleton lying quietly at the bottom, holding the desperate pose of crouching on the ground, hands over the head, with skin and flesh completely absent.

Staring at the skeleton in the crater, Anluns remarked with emotion:

"Oh... there’s still a skeleton left? The Tower of Babylon’s defense power certainly lives up to its name."

He no longer admired Lewis’s artistically valuable crouching posture and instead looked up overhead.

On the expansive suspended steps, the Celestial Wolf was in a fierce battle with large numbers of the Royal Court Army.

And at this moment Bloodline and Andrew crouched on the giant wolf’s back—the former forming a longbow and arrows with blood, shooting the Anecdote Envoy hidden behind soldiers; the latter using a sniper rifle to shoot powerful air bullets, responsible for disrupting the opponent’s formation along with Bai Tanlang.

"It seems they shouldn’t have to worry either." Anluns hands on his hips, smirked, and turned his head towards Jack the Ripper’s side.

Jack the Ripper’s battle ended as swiftly as a storm tearing through.

Nine Ghosts crushed "Night Parade of Hundred Demons," with Tengu, Asura, Yaksha, Kappa... a hundred shadows of Japanese mythological spirits beating their drums, forming a siege-cloud-like formation forcefully over the wasteland.

A hundred demons swept towards Yanmo Lin.

Yet Jack the Ripper’s face remained unchanged, merely transforming the tachi into a giant scythe.

With scythe in hand, she fearlessly charged into the center of the enemy formation. Her black and white dress swayed, and the scythe in her hand, like a blood-red crescent moon, swept through unimpeded during her advance.

It was a moment of absolute silence, followed by an abrupt onset of blood rain and carnage upon the wasteland.

Blood water raged like a tide, flying freely in the sky, the sound enveloped the whole world in an instant.

Immediately after, Jack the Ripper leapt agilely, spinning a circle like a light bird, arriving in front of the phantom of Orochi.