『Apocalyptic Forecast』 Chapter 79: One Hundred Thousand Yan Qingge

The heavens and the earth froze.
The moment |Fu Zanguang| appeared, all the sea beasts began to tremble violently. Illuminated by the lightning, they shook, and the tyranny they had displayed just moments ago vanished completely.
The fifth-tier Dagon froze, overwhelmed by an invisible pressure.
This is the oppression ordained by Heaven!
Before the |Stigmata| of the Qilin, no wild beast has any recourse!
From ancient times to the present, in the legends of |Dongxia|, the Qilin is honored as the messenger of Heaven, a being closer to the divine than any other.
Even among Stigmata, there is a hierarchy. Among fifth-tier Stigmata, the Qilin's rank is quite high.
Originally, the Saint Qilin governs all beasts with benevolence, conveying the auspicious signs of Heaven's mandate and wisdom to all things. As a type of Stigmata, it is primarily focused on command and support.
But who could have predicted that Fu Zanguang would be so obsessed with this reckless blockhead? Fu Zanguang, a Crowned One who has trained for decades in hell, possesses the authority of Yin-Yang opposition, and is one of the true kings.
The Qilin Stigmata has an innate advantage over all beast-attribute Stigmata. Every beast-attribute Sublimator is reduced to a punching bag for Fu Zanguang.
Even |Wu Ya|, after witnessing such a scene, held the cola bottle she had drained in a single gulp with her wings, cupped her hands in a salute, and was astonished.
"Interesting."
She understood how much blood-soaked sacrifice Fu Zanguang had paid, on top of his innate talent and power.
Stigmata are the fruits born from the analysis of divine relics, tools for maintaining the Present Realm and exploring the deep hells.
The goal is to begin by transforming oneself into all things step by step, eventually approaching the level of a god.
This process is neither easy nor comfortable; it requires gruesome sacrifices, and a single misstep in footing can lead to ruin.
From the moment of transcendence, Sublimators maintain their existence as representatives of the gods, becoming an indispensable cog in this world. One might even say they are chosen by the gods.
The Astronomical Society has long continued the analysis of divine relics and the exploration of the deep hells, attempting to complete this system by relying on the sixteen pillars that support the Present Realm.
The Astronomical Society crudely used the ranks of alchemy to name the stages of Stigmata.
First stage: Mercury, second stage: Gold, third stage: Ether, fourth stage: Antimony, fifth stage: Philosopher's Stone... and at the pinnacle, the Crowned Ones, and the Heavenly Enemies who have broken through the limits to become incarnations of gods.
Starting from the foundational Stigmata, Sublimators rely on hidden, complex roadmaps to climb upward, exploring miracles and profound treasures, incorporating them into themselves, and through the qualitative changes brought by accumulation, they aim to reach the summit. Aiming for the peak of all things.
To the place where the gods exist.
Unknowns and dangers are plentiful; it is better to have no path to follow than to fall into hell, become contaminated, and turn into a Corroded or a Solidified One.
Success requires hardships unimaginable to ordinary people and unrepeatable luck.
Now, with a single blow, Fu Zanguang dragged Dagon into the Frontier.
The next time Dagon appeared from the sea surface, the surrounding thick fog suddenly twisted and tore apart, and countless human figures floating on the sea surface advanced toward Dagon.
A solidified wave of one hundred thousand people stood and moved toward Dagon. They held various shapes and colors of cold weapons, thermal weapons, ordinary weapons, and Frontier relics in their hands.
One hundred thousand is not an exaggeration; it is one hundred thousand in the literal sense!
One hundred thousand Sublimators with the same face!
Attacking, defending, restraining, sieging, excavating... one hundred thousand people appeared, working in perfect unison to perform dizzying tasks. Even if Dagon caused many casualties, they would immediately split and be thrown back into war and labor.
Numbers. Pure numbers.
One hundred thousand times the efficiency and one hundred thousand times the output that even many sea beasts cannot handle!
《Or perhaps hardening oneself, speaking of color is my own》
Another fifth-tier Sublimator from Dongxia, |Yan Qingge|!
One Yan Qingge is not scary, but if one hundred thousand of them are all armed with Frontier relics and mass-produced weapons, and they cooperate with each other, it becomes a truly terrifying existence.
Fearless of sacrifice, fearless of death, even if more than half are destroyed in an instant, newly born figures pick up the equipment of the dead and head to the front line again without fear of death.
They, or rather, he, is not fighting. Combat is Fu Zanguang's responsibility; what Yan Qingge is doing is construction, or more precisely, construction for the sake of destruction.
Before colliding with the enemy, like assembling a siege engine, over one hundred thousand farmers were clinging to the walls of the |People of Returning Purity| to build towers for shooting arrows...
With terrifying manpower and speed, riveting and welding were carried out rapidly. Following this, mysterious light was emitted in accordance with the endless |irrigation| of electric current.
The People of Returning Purity hiding in the Frontier could not let the situation worsen any further. White shadows jumped out one after another from Dagon's whale-like spiracles and spread their double wings. A halo of light shone above their heads.
There is no doubt that these are the |Predatory Angels| who possess the honor of the Rancher's fork and knife, the Solidified Ones hiding in the |Paradise of Bliss|!
The power of God was truly upon their spread wings at this moment, and the fanatical Predatory Angels formed legions while singing hymns, brandishing their weapons toward the Qilin in the sky.
A square flame sword extended from the void, swirling, stirring up wind and clouds, and shaking the lightning!
The flame sword and lightning, so huge they seemed capable of supporting the space between heaven and earth, continued to shake the sky, pushing back the counterattacks of the monsters and the People of Returning Purity, while Yan Qingge finally finished his work.
"It's okay!"
Hundreds of people cooperated with one heart, passed the final wire rope, turned around, and shouted.
In an instant, the power released from the void flowed over the machine, and through the power of the Great Mystery Zarathustra, Dagon was completely fixed in the Present Realm.
No. In the sea.
Mission accomplished.
Yan Qingge let out a sigh of relief, then turned around at the roar coming from behind.
The counterattack of the People of Returning Purity had begun.
"Mr. Fu! Mr. Fu!"
Yan Qingge called for help in a panic, and then fell into despair. Fu Zanguang was dealing with the Rancher's divine punishment sword and had no spare capacity to help Yan Qingge.
He had to fight by himself.
The one hundred thousand Yan Qingges met the incoming People of Returning Purity in a flustered state. But when the opponents attacked without regard for their own lives, Yan Qingge panicked and huddled together in one place to create a numerical advantage. The attacking enemies pulled Yan Qingge's hair, stepped on his feet, gouged his eyes...
One hundred thousand bruised faces shouted toward the sky.
"|Xiao Bai|! Come quickly! I'm going to die!!!"
"I'll be there soon!"
But, other than white doves circling, nothing could be seen.
"Hey, I'm really going to die! Ah, my eyes, damn it, you idiot!"
The end had turned into a low-level squabble with the People of Returning Purity.
"I'm really going to die! How much longer!"
"Soon, very soon!"
Baidizi's flustered voice echoed from the void.
"Just a little more! Just a little more!"
Yan Qingge was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.
One hundred thousand of himself died in one hundred thousand different ways. The ability to split infinitely infinitely reduced his combat power. To protect the machine behind him, he couldn't slack off and had to use himself as a breakwater.
Just as Yan Qingge's sanity was about to collapse, a slender body finally fell from the sky, splashed into the sea, and then poked a soaking wet face out.
"I got lost again!"
The girl shouted resentfully.
"I've told you many times. There's a problem with the Frontier relay! Because you guys won't fix it!"
"Get in the car! Wouldn't it be fine if you just came by car obediently?!"
Yan Qingge was about to explode with anger.
"Hurry up and provide support! I can't hold on anymore!"
|Baidizi| reached out and struck the void.
The People of Returning Purity who were wreaking havoc against the one hundred thousand Yan Qingges were scattered in an instant, their bodies torn apart so badly that one couldn't tell what was where, turning into dust.
Yan Qingge blinked rapidly.
"Are you the only one?"
"I don't know."
The girl crawled out of the sea looking troubled, smoothed her wet hair, and was dazed.
"I left at 3:30 so I wouldn't get lost. How many hours did I run? Did I perhaps overshoot?"
"Just how far did you go!"
Yan Qingge stretched out his arm in despair and showed her his watch.
"It's 3:29 now!"
Before Yan Qingge's words were even finished, a white rainbow descended from the sky and entered Dagon's spiracle.
Raging waves spread in all directions.
In an instant, not only those watching through water mirror projections or satellite broadcasts, but all gazes watching this battlefield through various methods were flustered.
Hey, what are you planning to do?

Translator's Note:
Yan Qingge plays the role of the unsung hero.
And Baidizi, appearing! ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ
Baidizi's father is Xuan Niao, and his cousin is Chu Hongchen. Many Dongxia Sublimators have characters representing colors in their names.