(T/N): Now that I think about it… every crashout phainon will have is pretty justified considering the stuff he went through… plus apart of his mind was.. well you know, a human from earth who suddenly gains the memories of over 33 million loops of the phainon in hsr.. So i'd def say his crashout are certainly NOT an overreaction
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The young Staff Member had already closed his eyes, awaiting death.
But the anticipated agonizing pain of his body being torn apart never came.
He tremblingly touched his body; it was completely unharmed?
Had a miracle occurred?
Had the security team arrived, or had Ms. Hertashown her divine power?
Filled with the euphoria of surviving a disaster, he slowly opened his eyes.
The next second, he was nearly scared out of his wits by the scene before him.
Before the group of savage Voidrangers, a figure had appeared at some point.
A figure even purer than the Antimatter Legion.
A wide black robe enveloped a tall, erect physique, and a golden metal mask was cold and emotionless, exuding a sense of deathly stillness and fervent heat.
Facing the Voidrangers, he still harbored a sliver of thought of resistance.
But facing this black-robed person, he was almost forgetting the instinct to breathe.
Even more terrifying, that figure was slowly turning their head.
Through the slits of the mask, a pair of icy blue eyes cast their gaze.
That gaze wasn't like a human's; it was more like a cosmic beast that had just awakened.
The Staff Member present felt his heart stop; his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.
However, the anticipated slaughter did not come.
From beneath the mask, a remarkably steady, even gentle voice emerged.
"Can you still move?"
"If you can, get further away."
"It will be very dangerous here."
This voice, in stark contrast to his terrifying aura, made it even more chilling.
"But... but..."
The Staff Member's throat seemed to be clutched by an invisible large hand, unable to utter a single word.
In the end, he was supported by his companion and scrambled, rolling and crawling, to the furthest corner of the data room.
Phainon turned and looked back, re-examining the dozens of Voidrangers.
Those creations of destruction still followed the directives of destruction and devastation, without the slightest retreat.
The corner of Phainon's mouth uncontrollably curved upwards; it wasn't a smile, but a spasm of extreme pain.
He slowly raised a finger,
"To kill all of you..."
"One slash is enough!"
The moment the words fell, Phainon swung the Dawnbreaker in his hand.
There were no earth-shattering sound and light effects.
There wasn't even any energy attached to the blade.
It was merely... an extremely pure, black crack that seemed capable of erasing space itself, flashing by in an instant.
Extremely fast, and extremely silent.
The movements of the dozens of Voidrangers came to an abrupt halt.
They didn't even have time to react before they were uniformly pierced from the waist by that silent "fissure."
There were no explosions, no screams.
Their upper and lower halves began to disintegrate simultaneously, turning into the most primitive particles, eventually returning to nihility.
If he said one slash, it was one slash.
After one slash, all things became void.
Phainon's figure had, at some unknown point, flashed back to the position where he had just swung his sword, as if he had never moved.
At the same time, in his vision, a cold panel silently appeared.
Current Emotion: Extreme Anger (Ventilating)
Number of Ignitable Core Flames: 12
12?
It just corresponded to the number of Voidrangers that had just been completely erased.
So that's how it is.
As long as he destroyed these creations of Nanook, he could ignite the kindling.
Upon understanding this information, Phainon's body trembled with shivers; it was an instinctive reaction after his desire for revenge had been somewhat satisfied.
Four hundred million Core Flames are about to be ignited... Nanook!
Are you ready to face your "destruction"?
He could no longer suppress it, and a low, hollow laugh escaped his chest, echoing in the dead silent data room, sending chills down one's spine.
He turned around, his icy blue eyes peering through the mask, once again looking at the Staff Members trembling in the corner.
"Where else is the Antimatter Legion?"
One of them had already turned pale, and he tremblingly raised his hand, pointing to the passage on the left.
"The... the containment section, there... there are many more..."
Phainon nodded slightly, "Find a place to take shelter."
As the cold words fell, his figure, like a ghost, merged into the shadows and vanished from the spot.
It wasn't until the suffocating pressure completely dissipated that the Staff Members went limp and collapsed to the ground.
"That person... he just slaughtered those Voidrangers more easily than squashing an ant!"
"Did you hear his last laugh? I... I almost thought he was going to 'purify' us all together..."
"Let's go! Let's get to the shelter quickly! If we meet that person again, we might not be so lucky!"
"Is it possible that he looks like a villain, but is actually a good person? At least we were saved, right?"