Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies-Chapter 795: So You Call Yourself a God?

Chapter 795: So You Call Yourself a God?

Zhang Yi stormed into the palace and discovered the island's regular troops. Unlike the bandits encountered earlier, these soldiers wore standard military uniforms and carried more advanced weaponry. Seeing Zhang Yi flying through the air, they were utterly dumbfounded.

Yet a squad leader still raised his gun and shouted, "Halt! Who goes there? This is the territory of General Baocha of South Taku! Leave immediately! Otherwise, our great General Baocha will deliver divine punishment upon you!"

Zhang Yi looked down at them, a mocking thought crossing his mind. "Your people just robbed me. Shouldn't South Taku give me an explanation?"

The squad leader froze. His tongue wasn't quick, and he didn't know how to respond. "This... this is all a misunderstanding. Just leave! We can pretend this never happened."

Zhang Yi sighed. "But I can't pretend it never happened." Hovering high in the air, he waved his right hand, and hundreds of grenades rained down from his Dimensional Space.

The soldiers only saw dark objects falling from above, not realizing what they were until the explosives landed at their feet. Their faces twisted in horror. "RUN!!"

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Hundreds of soldiers were blown to pieces instantly.

Inside the palace, General Baocha, clad in an ornate white military uniform with silver hair, watched the scene with a dark expression. "Who dares cause trouble in my kingdom? Seeking death!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Several captains of his guard hurriedly advised, "General, we can't let this continue! He's killed too many of our men—this will severely impact our business!"

Another added, "Yes! With fewer hands, how many fewer ships can we rob in the future?"

General Baocha snorted coldly. "If we're short on men, we'll just raid elsewhere to replenish our ranks! But it's time I stepped in. Let him learn that the god of South Taku is not to be trifled with!"

With that, General Baocha crouched into a sprinter's stance. His leather boot slammed against the ground, shattering the floor tiles as he shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, charging straight at Zhang Yi. His subordinates watched with worshipful eyes. "The General is a god! An invincible god!"

"THUD!"

General Baocha landed, blocking Zhang Yi's path just as he was about to enter the palace grounds. The general appeared to be in his forties or fifties, his eyes filled with the ruthlessness of a seasoned killer. His muscular frame strained against his combat suit. "Outsider, trespassing in my palace and killing my men will cost you your life!"

Zhang Yi walked right past him.

With a casual swing of Holy Judgment, the general's head soared from his shoulders and rolled across the snow-covered ground.

Everyone in the palace stared in stunned silence. The scene had unfolded too abruptly. They had expected their revered god, South Taku's strongest warrior, General Baocha, to brutally crush this invader. Yet... what just happened?

As Zhang Yi strode deeper inside, he spotted a trembling soldier. "Where's your general?" he asked coldly.

The soldier numbly pointed at the headless corpse on the ground. "That... that was him."

Zhang Yi blinked, then scratched his head. "Got carried away and forgot to ask first."

Having battled countless powerful superhumans in the Jiangnan Region, arriving in this small country felt like a max-level player entering a beginner's village. He almost felt... unaccustomed to such weak opposition.

"Well then, you can all die too."

Zhang Yi swung Holy Judgment, and the unstable dark matter along its blade surged like black flames, extending into a serpent dozens of meters long. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the dark serpent pierced through one soldier's chest before rapidly darting to others—one, two, three... ten, twenty!

In mere seconds, every soldier in the courtyard had been impaled, massive holes blown through their chests. Desperate wails finally erupted through the palace—from General Baocha's subordinates and concubines.

Unlike the common bandits outside, these people were well-dressed, even extravagantly so. The general's harem was enormous, a veritable rainbow coalition of women in every color imaginable.

Zhang Yi levitated into the air, blade in hand, surveying the massive palace below. Without needing to guess, he knew it must be full of secret passages for the general's escape. But Zhang Yi couldn't be bothered to search room by room.

The dark matter on his blade surged violently, forming an enormous serpent before he brought the sword down upon the castle!

With an earth-shaking explosion, the entire structure split in half, revealing a chasm dozens of meters deep. Beneath lay a massive burial pit—layer upon layer of skeletal remains, clearly accumulated over many years.

As buildings collapsed, storage rooms were exposed. One held food supplies—piles upon piles of naked corpses. No vegetables or grains remained in sight, just pale flesh. Another stored gold, jewels, and the general's collection of luxury watches and famous blades plundered from around the world.

Considering the principle of waste not, Zhang Yi collected everything of value. By the time he finished, the palace had been completely looted, stripped bare.

The women rescued from the ship's hold had said this island was full of devils—that no one here was innocent. Zhang Yi observed the general's concubines now kneeling and begging for their lives, some even bluntly offering to serve him. Seeing their elegant makeup and delicate features, he sighed. "You all look so refined, like high-class ladies. But how much innocent blood stains your hands?"

One woman widened her eyes, shouting in Chinese, "No! Not me! I've never killed anyone!" She had realized Zhang Yi intended to eliminate them all.

Zhang Yi smiled. He wasn't a judge here to hold trials—he didn't need evidence. Living in hell while claiming not to be a demon? That was just mocking others' intelligence.

More importantly, Zhang Yi had revealed his abilities here, which risked exposing his identity. Not a single witness could remain.

Dark matter erupted skyward, swallowing them all instantly—not even dust remained. Their bodies had been disintegrated into fundamental particles.

Blade in hand, Zhang Yi slowly departed the ruins. He wasn't in a hurry to leave—first, he would patrol the entire city. He'd promised that in this bandit stronghold, this nation of sin, aside from the kidnapped victims, not a single living soul would be spared.

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