Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator-Chapter 318 - 313: Mighty Power

Before him was a massive corpse pit, or more precisely, a crater left behind by a nuclear explosion. The pit was filled with the pungent stench of decay and the scorched smell of nuclear radiation, a mixture that created a nauseating odor.

The bottom of the crater was crisscrossed with ravines of varying depths, all packed with incomplete bodies. Some had been carbonized by the intense heat, resembling distorted black sculptures. Others were shattered by the nuclear blast, their organs spilling out and mixing with the blackish-red soil to emit a repulsive, bloody stench.

In the sky, thick dark clouds seemed to be twisted by some evil force. They formed bizarre, swirling vortexes that constantly roiled and surged. Occasionally, dark purple lightning flickered between the clouds, as if announcing to the world that something extraordinary was happening here.

The raging wind, carrying sand and fragments of corpses, cut across Chen Pingchuan's cheeks like blades. Yet, it was unable to shake him in the slightest, for he now possessed the Power of the Demigod.

On the edge of the pit, some fortunate survivors let out agonizing wails. There were injured Black Demons, their black scales peeled off in the blast to reveal charred flesh, yet they still struggled instinctively. There were also Mechanical Warriors, not entirely destroyed, that emitted erratic electrical sounds—a final lament before their lives ended.

"Long time no see!"

"ROAR..."

Not every life was annihilated by the super nuclear explosion. Besides Black Demon No. 1, with its astounding defense, there were also lifeforms possessed by shadow beings. Although the bodies of their hosts were completely vaporized, the shadow beings were immune to physical damage, leaving the surroundings of the pit crowded with humanoid shadows.

"Yes, it's good that you're not dead."

This time, Chen Pingchuan merely raised his hand slightly. Like a once-beloved dog, Black Demon No. 1 came to his side. Now, however, it stood nearly a hundred meters tall, with six giant wings sprouting from its back.

Chen Pingchuan patted the somewhat charred shell of Black Demon No. 1. In the next moment, a pure life force flowed from his hands into the demon's body. Its once-damaged form healed swiftly, and in just a few minutes, it had returned to being the imposing King of Black Magic.

After healing Black Demon No. 1, Chen Pingchuan lifted his hand again. An enchanting yet eerie light gathered in his palm, containing the dual auras of destruction and creation. With a gentle wave of his hand, the light shot into the distance like a meteor. Wherever it passed, a massive rift tore open in the void, spewing forth an endless Power of Chaos that instantly reduced everything around it to dust.

Following this, at his command, the decimated area began to rapidly regenerate, and green shoots sprouted from the once-barren earth.

Chen Pingchuan once again sensed the movements around him. The brainworm I controlled in the simulation must have died in this nuclear baptism.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Chen Pingchuan sensed a thread of life. His sensitivity to life, death, negative energy, and radiation was particularly acute now, and to his surprise, he felt a presence deep underground.

Chen Pingchuan was curious. The life aura deep underground was faint, yet it felt tenacious and strange, having somehow survived the nuclear baptism. With a thought, he directed a gentle yet penetrating force toward the signal, probing deep into the ground.

As his power penetrated deeper, he perceived a worm-like creature resembling a much smaller brain. Probably a descendant of the brainworm.

Chen Pingchuan detected that various insects had gathered densely around the worm-like creature. They were arranged in layers, as if compelled by an invisible force to shield the small brainworm.

"Huh?"

Chen Pingchuan was suddenly astonished, for he sensed the small brainworm signaling goodwill toward him.

"Interesting. After all, it was I who summoned your fa... uh... mother. I suppose I'll raise you then."

With a subtle smile, Chen Pingchuan waved his hand. The shadow beings that had been standing by the corpse pit immediately began to seek out and possess the remaining living creatures, then started digging.

Chen Pingchuan stood there, observing calmly. It wasn't long before his subordinates unearthed a miniature brainworm.

He gazed at the small lifeform, momentarily lost in thought.

Suddenly, the faint sound of something flying rapidly approached Chen Pingchuan's ears.

Who is it this time?

Chen Pingchuan soon had his answer. A familiar, obsidian-black War God Mecha appeared. It had a sleek, streamlined design, its surface etched with complex and mysterious runes.

"Hahaha..."

"Let me see who it is that dared to repel the Alliance Legion."

A haughty laugh echoed across heaven and earth.

Just as the arrogant laughter of the obsidian-black Mecha Warrior echoed through the sky, Chen Pingchuan's expression changed in an instant. The oppressive might generated by the Power of Rules swept unreservedly toward the Mecha Warrior.

This pressure was like an invisible mountain, causing the surrounding air to erupt with a violent BUZZ. The sheer force of it slammed the raging winds from the sky down to the ground.

The arrogant laughter of the obsidian-black Mecha Warrior abruptly halted. He felt an unprecedented and terrifying pressure.

Yang Jian had never imagined that a day would come when he would be struck down without even a chance to fight.

"A power beyond level nine... a god?" Yang Jian murmured.

He tried to control the Mecha to make a defensive move, but he discovered it had become incomparably heavy under the pressure. Moving a single joint felt as if it were weighed down by a mountain.

Chen Pingchuan took a step, his form instantly appearing before the obsidian-black Mecha Warrior.

He raised his fist for a punch, which appeared ordinary but contained the intertwined, terrifying powers of destruction and creation. The wind from the punch howled, and the surrounding space seemed to be sliced by a sharp blade, creating minute cracks. From these cracks seeped the Power of Chaos, instantly decomposing all nearby matter.

The obsidian-black Mecha Warrior desperately activated all of the Mecha's defensive systems. The runes on its surface shone brightly, forming a shield of black light.

However, the moment Chen Pingchuan's fist touched the shield, it shattered like fragile glass into countless points of light. The fist slammed unimpeded into the obsidian-black Mecha. The tremendous force blasted the Mecha away. It shot through the air like a meteor before crashing into the ground in the distance, sending up clouds of dust and a spray of shattered rock.

Chen Pingchuan's form flashed again, reappearing above the deep crater. He looked down at the severely deformed obsidian-black Mecha at the bottom and smiled leisurely.

"Long time no see, brother-in-law."

After speaking, he raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air. A powerful suction force emitted from his palm, pulling the obsidian-black Mecha directly in front of him.