SSS-Grade Acceleration Talent made me Fastest Lord of Apocalypse-Chapter 76: Come on then

A blinding flash of white engulfed the tower’s midsection, and a deafening blast ripped through the air, followed by a brutal, concussive shockwave that tore across every surface.

Carl was thrown against the back of his chair, his breath knocked clean from his lungs. Metal panels groaned and screeched, vibrating as though a god’s hammer had struck the tower’s core.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Then chaos erupted.

Carl staggered upright, blinking away the ringing in his ears.

"What the hell is going on? Report!" he barked, spitting blood from the side of his mouth as his voice sliced through the panic.

Technicians scrambled, their hands flying across glowing runes as reports flooded in one after another.

"The foundation—!"

"The entire base layer’s been compromised!"

"Support nodes are failing!"

"Structural integrity dropping—"

"Collapse imminent!"

Carl’s breath caught in his throat.

That... wasn’t possible.

The watchtower had been built atop a Rank 2 treasure—a fortress relic reinforced with hardened spiritual alloys and runes. A foundation that could shrug off full-scale bombardment.

So how...?

Beads of sweat formed on his brow as his mind tried to process the impossible.

Then he heard her voice—calm, rational, and cold as ever.

"Only someone at the Channel Forging realm could generate enough kinetic force to shatter the core foundation."

Her words hit harder than the explosion.

Carl whipped his head toward her, eyes wide. Channel Forging? That was no ordinary realm. That was the step beyond natural limits. A point where warriors began to wield power that could fracture mountains and split rivers.

But—

That level shouldn’t even be here.

A low, ominous groan began to echo through the structure.

Creeaaak—BOOM!

The entire tower lurched violently to the side.

Sparks flew from ruptured mana channels. Flames burst from overloaded conduits. Chunks of debris fell from the upper scaffolds as the massive structure began to tilt like a sinking ship.

"Shit! It’s really falling!"

Carl didn’t hesitate.

All composure, all arrogance was gone. He turned and dashed toward the nearest reinforced shelter hatch, ducking low and covering his head.

But the tower was faster.

CRASH!

With a thunderous roar, the outer wall gave way before he could make it. A jagged steel beam slammed down nearby, and a section of wall collapsed inward, smashing into Carl and slamming him hard against the floor.

He groaned, pain flooding his body as darkness closed in at the edges of his vision.

Dust filled the air, and above him, the tower screamed as it continued to fall.

And in that moment—bruised, bleeding, and stunned—Carl Luxei realized something chilling.

He hadn’t been waiting to ambush the enemy.

The enemy had already come for him.

Meanwhile, outside—

Steam hissed from Damien’s body like the release valve of a war-forged engine.

It wasn’t just sweat or heat—it was the visible aftermath of internal regeneration pushed to its absolute limits. White vapor coiled from beneath his armor as his shredded muscles writhed and reknitted, tendons reconnecting in a grotesque ballet of living anatomy.

His right arm hung uselessly at his side, the limb nothing more than a mangled husk of flesh and bone. Blood dripped freely, pooling beneath his boots and staining the earth.

Even with his healing accelerated by five hundred percent, it was a race against time—and pain.

Agony rippled through his nerves, each twitch of muscle like fire pouring through shattered glass. It would’ve dropped a lesser man to his knees.

Damien didn’t so much as flinch.

His sharp gaze remained locked on the falling watchtower, unblinking, unshaken. That crumbling monument of steel and arrogance was collapsing like an ancient tree felled in a storm—slow, inevitable, and devastating.

BOOOOM!

The earth trembled as thousands of tonnes of enchanted metal slammed into the ground, shaking the very bones of the battlefield. Dust blasted outward in a violent ring, swallowing the horizon in a brown-grey cloud. Crushed stones flew like shrapnel, cutting scars into the earth.

Then, from the cracking frame of the collapsed tower—

Crack!

A warped gate groaned open, twisted from the impact. Out poured soldiers in Blue Hammer Kingdom colors, their massive war-hammers gleaming with enchantments, faces pale from the shock, but still burning with defiant resolve.

They had survived the collapse.

But they wouldn’t survive what came next.

Before their brains could even catch up to what was happening—

Fzzzzzzzhhhhht!

Their vision was filled with streaking lights—thin, needle-like projectiles of compressed blue mana, fired in rapid succession with surgical precision.

Like arrows from a divine hunter, the bullets tore through the air faster than sound.

Spluck!

Splat!

Crack!

One by one, their heads burst open like overripe fruit. Blood and brain matter sprayed across the steel walls behind them in steaming, scarlet fans. The stench of charred flesh and burnt iron filled the air as corpses dropped like broken puppets.

"W-What is that—?"

Those words became tombstones—final thoughts of men who would never speak again.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone screamed, snapping the trance.

The remaining Blue Hammer warriors reacted instantly, roaring with fury. Their hammers thrummed as mana surged through them, the runes engraved on the weapons glowing with pale blue light. ƒreewebɳovel.com

And then, like a tidal wave of armored wrath, they charged.

Their boots thundered against the cracked earth, dust curling behind them like wings of vengeance. Their target was clear—one man, alone, standing tall amidst the falling ash and corpses.

Damien.

His right arm still dangled uselessly, the bones within barely holding together.

But the fire in his eyes could have scorched the heavens.

He took a step forward—blood dripping from his fingertips, the ground beneath his heel cracking from the force—and whispered through gritted teeth:

"Come, then."

In the blink of an eye, Damien was surrounded by the surviving soldiers of the Blue Hammer Kingdom.

Even though he was completely surrounded, none of the soldiers dared to take action, their focus on the Epoch Breaker in Damien’s hand.

Just one look filled their hearts with palpitations.

Just as they were thinking, Damien started to speak.

"I am not an unreasonable person. Surrender, and I might spare your lives."