"Come on, do it." Sarah Bolton spoke to the crowd, his face showing no fear of impending death.

But seeking death did not mean anyone dared to pull the trigger and send him to heaven, because their BOSS had not given the order yet. Their BOSS was none other than William Parker, who had just been brutally beaten by Sarah Bolton.

Hammer was seen carrying William Parker through the crowd and stepping forward. William Parker was covered with a blanket, the blood on his face had been wiped off, and his wounds were bandaged. At the last moment before dying, he had put his respirator back on, isolating himself from the murky air beneath the black clouds.

Looking at him now, this must have been the most serious injury he had suffered since becoming a demigod.

"So you're still alive? I guess I went too easy on you. What a failure." Sarah Bolton sighed with regret. After all, he was never good at killing with his bare hands. Such a mistake was acceptable in his calculations.

"You... are so boring. Die." Under the respirator, William Parker gave Sarah Bolton a contemptuous glance and pointed a trembling finger at him.

From behind the crowd, the steel pipe that had once beaten William Parker shot forward like a missile, piercing through Sarah Bolton's chest with a whoosh.

"Ugh..." Blood spurted from both sides of the steel pipe, and Sarah Bolton finally fell to his knees.

"Woo!" Grace Miller let out a hoarse roar. She knelt beside Sarah Bolton, her knees cut by the rubble, but all she could do was cry helplessly for Sarah Bolton.

"It's okay, my story is over. Do you still want to know more?" Sarah Bolton smiled with blood at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, and pulled the steel pipe from his chest. Blood splattered onto Grace Miller's face.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you to the end. I broke my promise, I'm sorry..." Sarah Bolton collapsed onto the cold floor.

"Ah!" Grace Miller howled at the sky, "No!"

She... could speak now. Clutching the blood-soaked Sarah Bolton tightly, she felt the warmth of the corpse fade from her fingers. "I... I... love... you..."

Grace Miller pressed a deep, biting kiss onto Sarah Bolton's lips, tears pouring down onto his face. The heart-wrenching pain made her understand... what it meant to lose.

"Poor clever one. So what if you're smart? You still have to die. You picked the wrong opponent." Three kilometers away, Joan of Arc watched the scene unfold through her sniper scope, but there was nothing more she could do. She knew very well that at this point, the heart core fragment had already fallen into the hands of the Overlord, and retrieving it would require a long-term plan.

"Take her away." Hammer signaled, and two soldiers approached with their guns raised.

"Please come with us." One of the soldiers politely patted Grace Miller on the shoulder.

But at that touch, with a bang, the soldier instantly turned to a pile of ash, exploding from within.

"What kind of power is that?!" Hammer was stunned.

"Divine... power!" William Parker's eyes widened as he watched the ferocious-looking Grace Miller stand up.

The soldiers charged forward on command, but the rampaging Grace Miller rushed into the crowd like a madwoman, turning every soldier she touched into blazing flames, transforming speeding armored vehicles into giant ice sculptures, blasting jets in the sky into fireballs with casually thrown electromagnetic cluster bombs, tearing apart the strongest armor with rolling gravity, and wantonly destroying everything in sight with superpowers never before seen by humankind.

This was a massacre show after awakening. The warriors were slaughtered amid screams, unable to fight back. After most were dead or wounded, she finally fixed her gaze on William Parker, because it was this man who had killed the only man she ever loved.

"You... must... die." Grace Miller, her hands covered in blood, walked forward slowly.

"Wait for me a moment." Hammer set William Parker down on the ground.

"Don't struggle. She's a god. We won't survive. If she wants to act, no one will survive." William Parker faced death with the same calm as Sarah Bolton.

But at that moment, as Grace Miller walked forward, her eyes suddenly rolled back and she collapsed onto the cold ground. Clearly, she had not yet adapted to using the power of the heart core, and the massive consumption in an instant had sent her into a faint.

Chapter 15: Death and Resurrection!

He fought the world before our eyes, we saw his chest broken and his death, never mind how many men there are—how can a single word, love, turn one into a fool...

To the world beneath the black clouds, Sarah Bolton was a 24K gold-plated, pure spendthrift. Once a manager-level figure in the Overlord Group, he hadn't enjoyed a single day of glory and wealth before losing his life for a girl.

He had several chances to surrender and switch sides, to become a lord of another city and rise to power, but he still chose to raise the iron rod and beat the demigod William Parker in public, ending up with not even a whole corpse...

The victor was still the one with power. Everyone watched as the unconscious Grace Miller was packed into a sealed superalloy container, personally transported by a war-god-class hover transport. In the sky, an aerospace carrier served as an escort ship—this was an invasive heavy weapon, and even if besieged by a whole group, it had a 50% chance of escaping intact, a true airborne fortress.

Even the aerospace carrier had been deployed. No matter how bold Joan of Arc was, she could only retreat, letting Grace Miller fall into the hands of the Overlord Group.

"What about him?" Hammer placed William Parker on a stretcher and looked at the already cold corpse of Sarah Bolton on the ground. "Why not take him back and make him into a specimen? You can humiliate him whenever you like."