Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 518

Chapter 518: Chapter 258 Bedlam Asylum Journal (Finale)_2 Chapter 518: Chapter 258 Bedlam Asylum Journal (Finale)_2 If he didn’t want to be high-profile before, now that things had come to this point, being high-profile or not no longer mattered.

In midair, without any solid objects to leverage, Black Judge propelled himself forward with barriers formed by dense dark matter, shooting forward like a pitch-black missile at an altitude nearly a hundred meters above.

Everyone on the ground looked up, only able to see a stream of pitch-black light darting through the dark barriers ahead, hurtling towards them.

From a distance, those dark barriers aligned in a straight line halfway up the sky, like linked stars, emitting a dim light that swallowed all surrounding light.

And Black Judge was like a highway connecting the stars, a straight and sharp line loaded with murderous intent, striking fiercely with an imposing aura.

However, at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the four corners of north, south, east, and west, sweeping through the entire forest like a fierce storm.

Immediately afterward, missiles powered by flames at their tails came roaring in.

Members of the Revolutionary Late Bell predicted Black Judge’s trajectory; the gathering direction of the missiles was right in front of him.

If he continued forward, he would enter directly into the explosion range.

Black Judge raised his eyebrows, quickly adjusted the angle of the next barrier slightly, and then stepped on the barrier to shoot higher into the sky.

He thought this would avoid the missiles, but they suddenly changed direction, pursuing him tenaciously in midair, always following behind.

Uncertain of the range of the missile explosions, Black Judge zigzagged in midair several times, deliberately luring the tracking missiles to converge again.

Then he raised his right hand, wrapped in a pitch-black leather glove, and gently clenched his fingers.

The next moment, a sphere of dark matter materialized out of thin air, engulfing over a dozen missiles, and then instantly contracted to the size of a dot.

The missiles were compressed and twisted to the extreme, exploding completely inside the sphere.

But as if placed in a vacuum, the explosion of over a dozen missiles made no sound at all and quietly vanished inside the dark sphere.

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“Damn, what now, should I jump off and explode with him?”

Ke Mingye watched this scene, his eyes twitching slightly, speaking somewhat vexedly, “After I jump off, I could use ‘Phase Transfer’ to intercept him from the sky, temporarily slowing him down, then you guys handle the rest.”

“Don’t rush.”

Saying this, Fan Quan turned his head and asked Amemiya Ying, “Any other methods?”

Amemiya Ying looked up, silently watching the scene in the sky, then leisurely made a phone call.

“Cover your ears,” he suddenly said.

Next instant, the call activated a device previously set up in the woodland for superhumans.

Metallic, horn-shaped ultrasonic devices rose simultaneously on either side of the forest path, their “heads” lifting as if gears were engaging with a “click” sound.

“Activate.”

Amemiya Ying commanded into the phone.

As his words fell, nearly thirty ultrasonic devices powered up simultaneously, emitting ferocious sound waves capable of shredding eardrums thousands of times, resonating towards the high sky.

“This is…”

Seeing this, the V-shaped red light on Black Judge’s mask flickered slightly.

He raised his eyebrow, instantly stopping his forward momentum. In the blink of an eye, he used the dark matter to form a cocoon around himself.

The pitch-black cocoon was perfectly sealed, like a cocoon harboring a demon butterfly from the deepest hell, maintaining its stable form even amid sound waves strong enough to shatter the glass curtain walls of over a dozen high rises.

After ten seconds.

When the sonic attack finally ceased, Black Judge breathed a slight sigh of relief, dissolved the cocoon, standing on the dark plane in mid-air, and lightly scratched his ear.

“Really noisy…”

He muttered, turning his masked face forward.

Just then, Black Judge slightly startled.

Even with his superior dynamic vision, he couldn’t find the shadow of the van in the forest. Logically speaking, such a large van shouldn’t be able to hide, no matter how far it ran.

“Gone?”

He thought, slightly turning his head to look around, still unable to see the shadow of the van in the woods.

Ten seconds ago, inside the van.

Amemiya Ying held his head up, looking at the indestructible pitch-black cocoon in the sky, as if gazing at a devil’s egg suspended under the sky.

He stood frozen in place, drenched in cold sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Ke Mingye was calm in contrast, pondering for a moment before speaking, “At this rate, after your sonic devices fail, my brother only needs less than 5 seconds to kill all your remaining men, and he doesn’t even need 5 seconds to catch up with us.”

He took a light breath, “We must take a gamble now.”

At this moment, Amemiya Ying’s expression had darkened to the extreme, almost as if squeezing out dark water, understandably complex given watching so many of his subordinates slashed down.

He lowered his head, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then reopened them, his voice hoarse as he slowly asked.

“What kind of gamble?”

“No need to ask. Just trust him.” Fan Quan stated calmly.