Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Chapter 163: Oil lamp

Atlan squared his shoulders and twisted his waist as he converted all the forces from his body into his fist. With his Physique LifeSkill activated, his physical prowess multiplied by several magnitudes!

And that wasn't the extent of his SSS class LifeSkill. The black flames also allowed him to have extreme control over his own body. He could make a single fiber in his muscle twitch. He could expand his veins to carry more blood and energy to his body. He could do anything.

His mind called back to the image of Razer Wrekton using his enlarged arms to pound parts of the colossal Humanoid Wolf into mere particles.

He observed which muscles he used, he observed how he mixed power and finesse to deliver more powerful punches in a small amount of time.

He consolidated everything he learned from one of the geniuses of Mount Olympus.

And with his enhanced control of his own body, he was able to transfer all that theoretical knowledge into his own body. His body-mind coordination couldn't be more in sync!

As the first Ifrit came crashing down towards his fist, his entire body twisted in perfect synchronicity and transferred all of his strength into his punch.

SPLATCHHH

The Ifrit's chitinous horns disintegrated before they could even reach Atlan's fist. It got destroyed by the pressure alone!

But Atlan's punch didn't stop there.

His mid-air jab followed through and destroyed the Ifrit from head to toe. His punch destroyed its igneous and magma-filled body down to its very molecules.

The first Ifrit didn't even have any time to self-destruct. It was destroyed into mere particles.

"WHAT?! HOW IS HE SO STRONG?"

They were told that his Physique LifeSkill was something out of this world, but they didn't think that it was powerful enough to disintegrate a Canzer rated at the 6th stage difficulty so easily.

They had to keep in mind that it was only a Physique LifeSkill. It was only supposed to help porters carry heavy weights.

But somehow, Atlan's Physique LifeSkill was powerful enough to be used to kill Canzers! That was beyond comprehension.

However, no matter how strong he was, he only dealt with a single Canzer. A thousand more Ifrits were coming towards him with revenge in their eyes.

The 6th stage Saviors below worried for Atlan's safety. Even if he could injure and kill the tens of Ifrits coming his way, he'd still be in the blast zone of their self-destruction.

However, their worries turned out to be for naught.

BUGSHHH BAGSHHH

As the hundreds of Canzers honed in on Atlan, he unleashed a fury of punches, each one having the same power as the first one.

His insane barrage of strikes destroyed tens of Ifrits with each swing. He didn't even leave them with a body to self-destruct in!

If they were present in the Pocket Dimension incident, they would have recognized Atlan's moveset as being the exact same thing that Razer pulled off against the Giant Werewolf!

They thought they were dreaming. After all, how could anyone explain a 2nd-stage Student porter disintegrating hundreds of Ifrits in mere seconds?

After the initial shock, they turned genuinely confused.

"His Physique LifeSkill…it's too powerful."

"Are they sure it's only S class?"

"I think it's equivalent to a Berserker LifeSkill. But his…doesn't seem to have any time limit."

Atlan continued his barrage of punches, destroying hundreds upon hundreds of Ifrits with each second.

He looked at his Soul System and saw that his SSS class Physique LifeSkill still supplied him with tons of energy. It seemed endless. He felt like he could theoretically continue this barrage of punches for a very long time.

The problem was his Giant Hand. It started to lose its tangibility, fading in and out of existence.

This was due to his inexperience. He'd only been drafted for two weeks, which was not enough to develop the 'muscles' to keep up his manifestation of a Giant Hand.

The 6th stage Saviors could manifest a Giant Hand in their Soul System for a long time because of their experience, but their low-class LifeSkill was the reason why they couldn't last long.

It was the complete opposite for Atlan. His SSS class LifeSkill had enough power inside, but his Giant Hand couldn't handle the power.

Time was the only factor.

His barrage of punches held back the thousands of Ifrits coming towards them. But he didn't kill them. Even if he blew them outwards into mere particles, they still found a way to regenerate into their full form once they were away from Atlan's attacks.

Suddenly, a golden light erupted from the oil lamp. Atlan felt the Angel power below him finally saturate into its final form.

He looked down and saw Tarish kneeling at the golden oil lamp.

"It's time!"

Tarish rubbed the side of the lamp and muttered under her breath. It was an incantation taught to her in the Canzer Report for the oil lamp to activate.

As soon as she finished the words, a magic circle appeared around the narrow spout of the oil lamp and created a huge suction force inside.

Even though the vacuum wasn't meant for humans, Tarish and the other Saviors still felt a strong pressure pulling them inside the spout.

An invisible tornado erupted from the spout and affected all the Ifrits in the air. Howls of anguish and roars of defiance rang out from these monstrous Canzers.

They tried to resist the suction force from the tiny little oil lamp, but the Angel power seeped into the invisible tornado weakening their bodies to the point that the magma in their physique turned into rock.

The suction force extinguished their fire, and subsequently their life.

But instead of self-destructing like before, they simply turned into lifeless rocks and were eventually crushed into a fine powder as they entered the oil lamp.

Atlan landed back on the roof as he watched thousands upon thousands of Ifrits try and fail to escape the grasp of the oil lamp.

In just a few seconds, the Ifrits finally succumbed to the Operator's construct, ending their vicious cycle.