Unholy Player Chapter 478 Unleashing Ultimates (Part 1)

"So, what is its current durability?" Adyr questioned. He needed to confirm if he could release the full extent of his power within these walls—the kind of force so volatile it could shatter his own frame if it ever spiraled out of control.

"It is capable of obstructing and absorbing the impact of a 50 KT nuclear detonation."

Adyr lifted an eyebrow at the figure, mentally calculating the implications in a moment of silent contemplation.

The nuclear warheads he had previously deployed against the Blood Dragon possessed a yield of only 20 KT. Just one of those was capable of erasing a city from the map, along with the tens of thousands of souls residing within its borders.

The fact that this modest chamber could contain such a magnitude of energy without a single leak was truly staggering; the walls themselves seemed to mock the laws of nature. This room was sturdier than Adyr’s Malice Armor and perhaps rivaled the Blood Dragon’s own defenses, provided one didn't count its regenerative traits.

If he could fashion a suit of armor from this golden plating, it would be equivalent to having the power of a Rank 4 Spark shielding his entire body. The prospect of possessing such protection was overwhelming. He let the realization linger before posing a question that had been gnawing at his curiosity for some time.

"If you were permitted to manufacture a nuclear weapon without any moral obligations or legal constraints, how high could the yield go?"

Henry and the 12 City Managers had authorized him to use 20 KT warheads, but Adyr was well aware that in the grand scheme of Human weaponry, those were merely snacks—tiny playthings compared to the true destructive peaks they could achieve.

During the final nuclear conflict that nearly ended the world, bombs with yields of 50 MT (50,000 KT) and even 100 MT (100,000 KT) had been deployed. Those numbers dwarfed their current stockpiles and legal production limits, having left scars across continents that remained unhealed to this day.

Adyr had no intention of asking them to recreate such catastrophes, of course.

Even he would think twice before using them; their detonation caused ruin that no force could mend. In such a scenario, his Grace would be insufficient to heal the earth they scorched, leaving the land as nothing but a dead, toxic husk.

Still, he wanted to know the limits of their craft if all leashes were removed.

The lead scientist and his team visibly stiffened at the inquiry. An uncomfortable silence gripped the room as the head researcher exchanged wary glances with his colleagues, clearly hesitant to answer.

Henry’s eyes widened significantly. A look of dread washed over him; he had been fighting to restrict Adyr’s influence within the Human council specifically to prevent a scenario like this from ever being discussed.

He was certain that if Adyr demanded the production of those warheads now and provided even a thin justification, no one would have the bravery or the standing to deny him.

This was the inherent danger of allowing a single individual to command an entire race and the world—the concentration of absolute power in one man's palms.

Adyr burst into a loud laugh at their expressions, the sound echoing off the polished surfaces. "Why the long faces? I’m simply asking a question, not ordering their production." His laughter subsided as he locked eyes with Henry, a sharp, composed smile remaining. "I’ll eventually reach a point where my own strikes are as devastating as those toys anyway. Why would I need them?"

His final remark gave the researchers a reason to breathe again. They exhaled softly, their frames relaxing as they recognized the truth in his words: once he achieved that level of personal Cultivation, whether they built the bombs or not would be irrelevant.

For Henry, however, those words felt like a chilling omen. Once more, he was reminded that it wasn't Adyr who depended on humanity, but the other way around. Humanity was clinging to Adyr just to survive.

Meanwhile, although they couldn't grasp the tongue, Zephan and his Elders sensed the odd shift in the air and the visible anxiety among the Humans. They observed the facial cues and tones rather than the vocabulary, remaining quiet and respectful as they waited for the focus to return to them.

Whatever the topic was, they felt it was better left unknown. It seemed like the type of subject that would demolish their worldview and make them question everything they knew about power and reality. Adyr turned back to Zephan and the Elders, his face softening with an apologetic look as if he had just realized his neglect. "My apologies. I just needed to verify that this facility can withstand your strength."

"I am confident it can endure a few strikes and kicks without issue." Zephan chuckled easily, his voice full of casual assurance. His demeanor indicated a newfound respect for Human tech, especially after seeing the testing chamber and feeling its resilience firsthand.

He failed to realize, however, that Adyr wasn't interested in a simple test of physical brawn. He wanted to witness Zephan’s most devastating combination of skills—the ones reserved only for the kill.

"I was envisioning something far beyond simple punches and kicks. I want to see the technique you unleashed upon the Blood Dragon."

The confidence Zephan held a moment ago began to waver, a small frown forming on his face. "Are you certain about this?"