Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Nearing the Sun?
"What the…?" The immortal was stunned to see thousands of feathers slam into him, exploding upon contact as they shredded through his defensive barriers.
He hurriedly condensed a flying sword, sending it flying at Rhizen. But, it had only moved a metre when intense force churned into its tip, coursing through the rest of its body to shatter it into pieces, causing the immortal to cough out blood in response.
Apocalyptic Arts—Static Force (V)!
Rhizen layered transparent barriers around the immortal, ensuring that Static Force slammed into him no matter where he tried to move out from.
This was not to mention the Dust Wave gradually making its way into his body through his wounds, eating up his Spiritual Energy little by little.
"Are you my enemy too?" The immortal stared in anger as the banner he had taken out turned into dust in an instant, shocking him.