Chapter 14 A Helping Hand

After space and time were distorted, the time flow in each fragment space would also exhibit some differences.

Right now, from Feng Bujue's perspective, the "Dimensional Incursion" had only begun a few tens of minutes ago, but from Snow's perspective... at least three hours had passed since these strange events began.

Therefore, Snow and his subordinates were no longer surprised by the surrounding situation; they had even organized themselves to kill monsters and guide the population to safe facilities for refuge.

"Snow." Seeing the changes ahead, Feng Bujue ignored Snow's facetious words and looked at Samodiel and the Blood Corpse God in the distance, saying in a deep voice, "Do me a favor."

"Whoa, whoa..." Snow heard this, still with that cynical look on his face. "You don't want me to help you take down those two big shots, do you?"

"You can't take them down," Feng Bujue replied directly. "But you can help me hold them back."

"If I hold them back, what about you?" Just as Snow asked this question...

On the other side, Samodiel and the Blood Corpse God seemed to be driven by some force, both freezing in place, shifting their gaze, and finally locking their eyes on Feng Bujue.

At this moment, their faces were expressionless, but their eyes were filled with white light...

"I'm going to correct all of this," Brother Jue replied, and at the moment he spoke, he stepped on the ground and leaped into the air.

"Ah... what a willful guy." Snow looked at his back and said with a smile, "Of course... I don't dislike that about you."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

As soon as the sound rang out, the thirty-odd men in black suits behind Snow moved in unison, rushing forward.

Snow's left hand then pressed a pager button hidden in his pants pocket...

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue, stepping on Moon Steps, had arrived ten meters above the Blood Corpse God's head. Just as he was about to pass over, the Blood Corpse God suddenly looked up, opening his mouth in an incredible angle that looked like he was about to tear his chin apart... aiming at Brother Jue.

A surge of energy shimmered in the Blood Corpse God's throat. Undoubtedly, he was planning to use his mouth to release some kind of energy wave to attack Brother Jue.

However, a second before the Blood Corpse God's "mouth cannon" was fired, one of the fastest black suits had already reached him, lunging towards his waist with a tackle.

Chi——

Because of the interference at the moment of the attack, the Blood Corpse God's head tilted to one side, and the energy beam ejected from his mouth was deflected as a result.

The energy beam, as thick as a giant pillar, swept toward the buildings beside the street, like a sword of light, easily cutting through several concrete buildings.

As the buildings collapsed, the sound rumbled, and shadows loomed. But in this situation, Snow's black suits did not show any panic. They still maintained their formation and acted in an orderly manner—half of them continued to besiege the Blood Corpse God, while the other half rushed towards Samodiel, who was further away.

Obviously, Snow, the "Prince of the Underworld," was not just a name...

In the game, he might still be a small figure, but in reality, any of his bodyguards was much more capable than the top players in those games.

The thirty-odd people Snow had with him at the moment were undoubtedly his most elite personal guards; it would not be an exaggeration to call them "zealots". Therefore, after the dimensional incursion began, they appeared not far from Snow.

Moreover, all thirty-odd black suits had established game characters in Thriller Paradise. When Snow decided to play this game, he asked these subordinates to use their sleep time to level up, saying that they might be able to help him in the game in the future.

Now it seemed that this move had indeed come in handy.

This large group of qualified soldiers in reality could immediately become a powerful combat force after gaining the abilities of the game world.

Unfortunately... facing existences like the Blood Corpse God and Samodiel, they were still outmatched.

After being briefly suppressed, the Blood Corpse God immediately exerted his strength to resist. With just a few struggling movements, he sent several black suits flying like cannonballs, crashing into the buildings along the street. Two others were directly pierced through their bodies by his fists, and they died on the spot.

And the crowd who rushed towards Samodiel were also attacked by the other party in the process of leaping into the air... Samodiel simply waved his wings, extending his demonic energy, and used invisible power to force these people back to the ground.

"Coe_on..." Witnessing the rapid defeat and death of his subordinates, Snow stood in place, muttering something in a tone as if he was waiting for the result when watching a horse race.

Finally, after two-thirds of the black suits were killed or injured, what Snow was waiting for came.

In that instant, only two sounds of "whoosh—bang!" were heard, and a metal cube of unknown origin fell from the sky and landed on the road about three meters away from Snow. Judging from the marks the "metal block" made on the ground, this thing weighed at least a ton.

"Activate armor." Snow didn't delay. The moment the metal block landed, he walked towards it and said those four words.

[Voiceprint recognition complete, initiating neural network scan...]

[Identity confirmed, welcome back, Mr. Snow.]

As the mechanical voice came from the metal block, the entire cube expanded, revealing a set of humanoid armor inside.

This set of armor was one of Snow's collectibles—a 1:1 scale "Superman Eradication Armor". Of course, before the dimensional incursion occurred, this was just a well-made model, with no practical use other than display and collection.

However, when the two worlds began to merge, the situation was different...

In this chaotic space-time, Snow used his skills in the game and used this model as a base for transformation, and finally successfully created the powered exoskeleton in front of him that could be actually used in combat.

"Hmph... Feng Bujue, you owe me more and more favors..." When Snow put on the power armor, only the last five or six of his men were still alive. He looked at the corpses all over the place in front of him, but he didn't show any fear. On the contrary, he more resolutely chose to join the battle.

Because Feng Bujue said, "I'm going to correct all of this." For Snow... that one sentence was enough.

He didn't need too much explanation, nor did he need any highly rational motivation.

People like Snow would feel lost in a peaceful world. He was born at the end point of most people's struggles, without any pressure to survive or any goals. He possessed outstanding talents, but could not find a way to display them. So, he wandered in the shadows of the world, trying his best to peep into the dark side of human nature, and wanted to find his value in this game called "life."

But all of this was in vain.

Until this world-destroying catastrophe arrived, this frivolous, indifferent, and even cold-blooded man truly felt himself... alive.

Bang——

A loud noise broke through the air, and a powerful arm arrived.

Snow, wearing the [Superman Eradication Armor (Fake)], had a combat power that his subordinates could not compare with. He charged forward, and with a grab of his right arm, he pressed the Blood Corpse God down and deeply into the cracks in the ground.

At the same second, he also raised his left arm and launched a continuous high-energy beam attack at Samodiel in mid-air, and successfully shot through the latter's giant wings, causing him to lose his balance and speed in the air, staggering and falling.

In this way, with the joint efforts of Snow and the black suits, the Blood Corpse God and Samodiel were unable to catch up with Feng Bujue after all, and could only watch Brother Jue step into the air and go away...

Of course, a large part of the reason why this could be done was that... Samodiel and the Blood Corpse God had lost their self-awareness at this time, and were simply executing the "stop Feng Bujue" command. Therefore, they did not possess their original wisdom, combat strategies, or combat experience.

"Ugh——Ah!" Three seconds later, Samodiel, who had landed, let out a roar from his instincts. Before the roar was over, his wounds had healed, and he got up from the ground. Immediately afterwards, he tore apart the bodies of two black suits with a claw attack...

At this moment, due to Feng Bujue's departure, Samodiel re-entered the "indiscriminate destruction" mode and began to attack the nearest interdimensional life form.

And the Blood Corpse God... was the same. After losing the designated target, he became even more dangerous than before. After a breath, he coldly attacked and unloaded the right arm of the power armor that was pressing on him...

…………

Time continued to pass.

In the huge city, screams and destruction continued to spread.

Feng Bujue was still running, rushing towards the next space-time rift nearest to him. Behind him were countless corpses.

Snow had fallen in the broken power armor. When he fell, he still had that facetious smile, looking at the sky above his head that was gradually obscured by gunpowder smoke.

Snow's body, like the armor at this time... was broken. The signs of life were disappearing from him, and his last trace of breath could not even attract the attack of monsters.

"Is this... death..." Snow himself didn't know whether these few words were echoing in his mind or being muttered from his mouth. "Heh... it's really a bit deserted... Uh cough... cough..." A mouthful of blood surged up, some of it choked into his lungs, but his breathing was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to cough out the whole mouthful of blood. "Heh... but, this last bit of fun... is indeed unprecedented..."

He was still laughing, and had never laughed so happily.

But in this laughter, there was also some regret and sadness, and some attachment to this world.

"All of this must be related to you, too..." Snow looked at the sky where Feng Bujue was leaving, thoughtfully, but the look in his eyes finally dimmed. "I really have to thank you... for letting me experience... this ultimate (saikou) game..."