I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 859 - 949: Air Wall, What Exactly Is It?
The other side.
What on earth is this divine food?
This rich aroma must come from shrimp oil stir-fried with shrimp heads and salted egg yolks, and only then is it added to overnight rice and fresh eggs, with tender shrimp meat to achieve such a flavor!
Delicious!
It’s incredibly delicious!
Jing Shu recalled that the Longmen Formation in Sichuan loves spicy food, so she tossed over a small bottle of hot sauce.
Just at this moment...
"Attention all units, attention all units, all ships drop anchor and dock on the spot, all ships drop anchor and dock on the spot! Attention all units, attention all units..." The announcement kept blaring from all the ships’ speakers, coming from the official ship.
At sea, there were no monsters, no pirates, not even reefs; the sea surface in this area didn’t have a trace of wind. The entire sea was eerily calm.
And on the fleet’s side, except for some ships dealing with damages caused by collisions, most people were wide-eyed, wondering what exactly happened?
That green tea girl, Nannan’s boat seemed to be the most severely damaged. It originally was a pretty little yacht, well-decorated, with a beautiful high bow which now somehow resembled a garlic nose. The hull was also deformed from the collision, but fortunately, the leaks weren’t severe, and her crew was making repairs. However, what seemed to distress Nannan the most wasn’t the boat collision, but rather her makeup kit, which scattered all over due to the sudden impact. The sycophants painstakingly gathered most of it back, but some were still inevitably damaged, especially her favorite coral grass lipstick, which was broken into two pieces!
"Oh!! No!!! This... this is curry-flavored!"
Nannan was a bit frantic, clutching the broken lipstick, remembering just moments ago seeing comments saying they didn’t like her voice. So angry, this girl hadn’t touched up her makeup in seven minutes!
"No way! I won’t allow anyone not to like me! I’m angry!!!"
As she said this, her state was already changing. The sycophants exchanged horrified glances, oh no, she’s about to transform... quickly and quietly backed away, sucking up is their job, but preserving their lives is even more important! They knew well how terrifying this woman could be once transformed!
After the two sycophants backed out of the cabin, Nannan had completely transformed. Her hair, previously long and black, now looked permed into explosive curls, her muscles were bulging, and her previously slender legs under the cheongsam seemed wrapped like Sangjilv’s. If you don’t know who Sangjilv is, it means you’re still young... the most terrifying part was her eyes filled with murderous intent.
"So, what exactly... collided with... my ship?!"
That said, the transformed Nannan grabbed a long-handled weapon hanging on the wall. This artifact had a loud name called "Trenching, Plowing, Excavating, Digging Moonlight Treasure Shovel". With a bang, she jumped out of the cabin, strode to the bow, and reached out to feel it. The bow, clearly stuck into something after the collision, was invisible but tangible. Thinking of those who disliked her, thinking of her curry-flavored lipstick, Nannan completely exploded, wielding her weapon against the invisible object.
Ha! No wonder the sycophants retreated for safety, this woman is truly fierce when she gets mad, that Moonlight Treasure Shovel turned into a propeller, sparks flying everywhere! But despite Nannan’s efforts, there was no clear result.
More bystanders gathered on neighboring ships to watch the spectacle. Old Zhou, holding freshly brewed Eight Treasure Tea, commented: Should we go help? Just to probe a bit, also using up some excess weapons on board, making room for more loot later?
Code Seven nodded, alright, I’ll arrange it!
In fact, Code Seven had long been itching for action, especially when stuck idly in this nonsensical situation, watching a girl clattering around with nothing to do. Code Seven clapped his hands, pulled out a walkie-talkie, and said: Boys, get moving!
Yang Yang asked from the side: Um, should we have more people with you?
Code Seven finally revealed his first smile since his appearance: No need, I’m afraid of causing unnecessary damage.
With that, he turned and went out.
To ensure the safety of the official ship, Code Seven took a few chosen underlings and weaved through the sea on a small boat towards the distant sea regions.
Soon, folks on the fleet saw a flash of strong light from afar, then felt the whole sea tremble! Immediately following, a huge shockwave rolled over from Code Seven’s direction, accompanied by a massive mushroom cloud rising in the distance!
"Holy shit, someone set off a nuclear weapon?!"
"Doesn’t look like a nuclear weapon, this should be a release of some giant energy source."
"What on earth is happening one after another!"
"Oh no, my makeup box flipped over again!"
While everyone was discussing, Code Seven’s slightly fatigued voice came through the walkie-talkie: Something’s wrong. These are some air walls, invisible yet unquestionably existent, without any pattern or shape, truly immovable.
Everyone was more baffled, air walls? What are they!
Jing Shu, at this moment, was also puzzled and a bit angry. Puzzled, like everyone else, about what these air walls were. Angry at how they set off such a big blast without a heads up, causing her rotten mermaid arrangement to blow up.
Fortunately, since Code Seven went far away, Jing Shu’s rotten mermaids were arranged in a radial pattern, fewer in number the farther out, so the losses weren’t too severe. Instead, the rotten mermaids before exploding managed to convey back to Jing Shu what ability Code Seven had—well, not a total loss.
But speaking of air walls, Jing Shu actually had a first impression that it must be something similar, because the rotten mermaids on the seabed, initially traveling in groups, became divided into small clusters without sensing any actual threat, only being blocked by some unidentified presence. It seemed reasonable that these air walls were the culprits.
However, what exactly are these air walls? How to break them? Jing Shu had no clue.
By now, the ship gradually stabilized after the huge waves shook it from Code Seven’s direction. Jing Shu went to the bow of her ship, contemplating what exactly these air walls were.
At this time, Zhang Yicheng brought a phone over. Previously, to cope with the leaders in the conference room, Jing Shu reluctantly turned off the Middle East import group notifications, and the phone left in the cabin was now incessantly beeping, filled with discussions in the workgroup. Zhang Yicheng noticed that the boss hadn’t taken the phone to the bow, lost in thought, and worried about any delays, promptly brought the phone over to hand it to her.
