I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 626 - 624: People Can Lie

Kui Kui Ge descended from the sky, transforming into a Knight form. The tanks of the allied forces were lifted by his slight wave into mid-air and then, they formed into enormous iron balls.

The tanks, forcibly compressed, emitted a metallic groan. The crew inside did not even have time to be squashed into pulp before they were killed by explosions of artillery shells within the compartments. Red flames spewed from the metal crevices, accompanied by thunderous blasts, as the tanks seemed like beef meatballs that had been burst.

Such a massive iron ball floated in front of Kui Kui Ge, seemingly as insignificant as a basketball. He held his head high proudly, waved his hand, and the iron balls fell back into the crowd, then they started to roll about randomly and rapidly.

Where the iron ball rolled, it left behind not just deep impressions in the mud but also piles of mangled flesh.

Boom boom boom—the iron balls rolled over, and the soldiers were crushed to the ground, their bellies flattened like A4 paper, their sides bulging out and then bursting open with a snap, intestines splattering out, anuses and colons ejecting feces and intestinal fluid from the lower body.

Among the crowd, there were also hundreds of grey Iron Men over 3 meters tall that, despite all the artillery fire, massacred coldly and unsympathetically. They fought with just their own fists, one punch capable of cracking open the skulls of these mortals and sending them flying dozens of meters.

Spencer II, struggling to suppress his fear, fled as best he could towards what he thought was the rear. He could no longer find his secretary, but it didn’t matter. He stumbled and pushed aside anyone in his way, running instinctively, only to be blocked by a crowd of people.

"Get out of the way! Get out!" he shouted, forcing his way through the throng only to see more than a dozen Iron Men slowly advancing towards him.

The next second, the soldiers pushed him aside and scattered in all directions. The Medicine People also followed in pursuit, their weighty steps causing the ground to tremble slightly.

So, he turned back around, inadvertently releasing an indistinct scream from his mouth, blending into another fleeing group.

These several hundred thousand soldiers now resembled refugees fleeing from war; no longer did they look like an army. To avoid being killed, they had discarded their weapons. Armored vehicles were no longer safe, and the only reliable thing was their own body.

Spencer II ran aimlessly for a while, the screams of the soldiers and the noise of carnage in his ears growing fainter. Heavy iron balls rolled past with a clank clank clank, the muddy ground beneath his feet turned red, covered in a layer of intestines, feces, and rotten flesh.

He carelessly stepped on a piece of intestine, slipped, and fell to the ground. The iron ball rolled toward him from a distance.

"Aaahhhh!!!!" Spencer II covered his face with his hands, not daring to look, and screamed.

Suddenly, everything quieted down around him. The death he feared did not come. He felt bathed in a golden beam of light, very warm, his cheeks somewhat hot as if someone was gently caressing them.

He peeked through his fingers, afraid to look, to see Wei Tianyang standing in front of him, the large iron ball stopped just behind Him.

"..." Spencer II opened his mouth but could make no sound; he couldn’t say His name.

"You look familiar, very much like someone I once knew," Wei Tianyang said.

Spencer II looked at Wei Tianyang, and in that instant, he lost all courage to be angry.

He had thought he could talk big in front of Wei Tianyang, to question, ridicule, and mock, but now, he couldn’t say a word, not even daring to look into His eyes.

Sitting in the office, looking at a spreadsheet detailing the deaths of thousands of Medicine People is different from sitting among piles of intestines, watching soldiers beside you being crushed like ants in waves.

Seeing Wei Tianyang made him suddenly realize what the biggest difference between them was.

Wei Tianyang had personally killed many people.

But he had not.

"What is your name?" Divine Power Tianyang asked.

"Spencer..." Spencer II answered truthfully.

"Spencer... I’ve been searching for him, and you are not him," Divine Power Tianyang shook his head.

He walked over, placed a hand on Spencer II’s head, and in that instant, all of the poor man’s memories were laid bare.

After letting go, Divine Power Tianyang’s expression changed.

"Oh... so that’s how it is," Divine Power Tianyang murmured to himself.

Spencer II, looking at the Pseudo-God in front of him, mustered his courage, and finally said, "You... you are not our god."

Upon hearing this, Divine Power Tianyang chuckled and asked, "Then who is?"

Spencer II couldn’t answer, just staring blankly at Divine Power Tianyang.

"There are many beliefs, many myths, many gods in this world, but I am the only one who stands before you, alive and in the flesh," Divine Power Tianyang declared.

As he spoke, his body floated up, looking down from above at Spencer.

"Rise, Spencer II. You are his son, his puppet, you harbor your own ambitions, you overthrew your father and seized his power, threatened the president of so many nations, concocted white medicine, tirelessly led so many people into my territory, surely not just to sit idly in front of me, right?" Divine Power Tianyang said with a smile.

Spencer II felt like he was on the verge of collapse, merely speaking with Divine Power Tianyang exhausted all his energy and concentration.

He felt no pressure conversing with politicians because he understood that they represented power, which is not isolated—the power of these politicians was also part of him.

But what Divine Power Tianyang represented was pure power, power without any flaws or dependencies.

"If you wish to replace me, then show me your mettle, Spencer II. Power is the reason to become king, show your power to me. If you can defeat me, you’ll be the new king," Divine Power Tianyang said with a smile, clenching his fist and adopting a fighting stance as if truly about to engage in combat with the mortal before him.

Seeing His preparation, Spencer II was so nervous he nearly collapsed, and before he even realized what he was doing, he had adjusted his body posture and was kneeling before Divine Power Tianyang.

"My Lord... My Lord... I no longer desire to be king... Spare my life... spare me," he pleaded.

Divine Power Tianyang smiled, landed back on the ground, and extended his hand to him.

Spencer II sighed with relief but still found it hard to believe in Divine Power Tianyang’s generosity.

"Will you truly spare me?" he muttered.

"Gods do not lie," Divine Power Tianyang said.

Spencer II grasped Divine Power Tianyang’s arm and as he was about to rise, he slid a rapid injector from inside his sleeve.

With the injector in his left hand, he plunged it towards Divine Power Tianyang’s flank, but suddenly, both hands came up empty—Divine Power Tianyang’s body had turned into an ethereal shadow.

Spencer II had missed his mark and with it, the final, the only opportunity.

At that moment, Divine Power Tianyang said with a smile, "But humans do lie."