All Chapters of God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The Pale Warrior wasn't dead.Even with a hole the size of a bowl blown clean through its spine, even with shredded organ fragments and pale blood scattering across the sky, it still hung there in midair, refusing to fall.That was the terrifying vitality of a Level 6 god's kindred.A wet, writhing sound rose from the wound. Countless pale strands of new flesh seemed to move with a will of their own, weaving and growing at a frantic pace, straining to close that fatal hole.Hyper-regeneration. It was a racial talent hardwired into the Pale Kin. As long as the spine itself wasn't destroyed, they were undying war machines.It needed to get away. Get back up to altitude, wait for the wound to heal, and then come back to crush every last insect inside that cursed "tin can", piece by piece.But it had only risen ten meters off the ground when—BANG—!Another gunshot, tolling like a death knell, rang out.There was no suspense left in it. The second PLUS2 High-Explosive Armor-Pierci

Not far away, the Pale Warrior that had been waiting for rescue went completely blank. It stared, stunned, at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, the hope in its eyes freezing over, collapsing into a bottomless emptiness and despair.Dead?Its kin — stronger than itself even — hadn't gotten within reach of the enemy at all, and it was just... gone? Without even a whole body left behind?Inside the motorhome, Jake glanced at the heap of gore and smirked."So you're not all born with a deadpan face after all. You've got quite the range of expressions once you're actually dying."With that, Jake checked the ammo consumption and immediately felt a stab of physical pain, clutching his chest."Those three seconds burned through more than five hundred PLUS2 rounds!"Converted to standard rounds, that's fifty thousand!"Such a waste! What a waste!"Jake's heart was bleeding....At the same time, in the distance, every player stood frozen, jaws hanging open, eyes practically bu

The instant Jake locked eyes with those lofty pale eyes, the Pale Lord... moved.It took one step forward. No sonic boom. No shockwave. It was as if a single frame had simply been cut from a video. One moment, the ornately armored Pale Lord still hovered among the clouds, a kilometer up. The next, an immaculate, dust-free boot had already settled softly onto the scorched, ravaged ground below.An invisible yet almost tangible weight of terror rippled outward from where it stood, spreading in every direction. Rubble on the ground trembled without a sound, and fine dust rose defying gravity itself.Not far from where the Pale Lord's foot had landed, the Level 6 Pale Warrior— the one whose wings had been shattered and whose spine had been blasted apart, its regeneration still struggling to keep up with only half a body remaining — seemed to see a flicker of hope.Ignoring the agonizing pain from its shattered spine, it clawed at the ground with its one remaining functional hand, dra

"Thirteen minutes left, huh..." Jake murmured under his breath.In an ordinary fight, thirteen minutes would fly by in the blink of an eye. But against a monster on this level, every second stretched out like a century.Outside the motorhome, the Pale Lord, having just crushed its own kin into nothing, didn't move to attack right away. Hovering in midair, those pale, pale eyes simply studied the black motorhome.It was assessing. The way a human might study a bug's toy.It could sense something — some strange power hidden inside that steel shell, something even it couldn't quite see through.'Well, if you're not going to attack, how about we talk?' Jake thought.Jake actually had a few questions he wanted answered. He reached out and switched on the motorhome's external speaker system, turning the volume all the way up."Hey..."His voice, amplified through the loudspeakers, boomed across the empty battlefield."Mr. Pale Face, can you understand English?""..."Total silence

Watching this unfold from a distance, the players sucked in a sharp breath, a chill sweeping from the soles of their feet straight up to the crown of their skulls."What... what the hell even is that thing?""That's the 1130 CIWS! A system that can shoot down hypersonic missiles, and it just blocked the whole thing with one hand?!"Inside the motorhome, Jake felt his own heart sink. He'd expected the Level 7 Pale Lord to be strong, but this level of strength — casually shrugging off the 1130 CIWS entirely — still exceeded what he'd braced for....In midair, the Pale Lord seemed to grow bored of this pointless little game. Its indifferent eyes cut through the flames and locked onto the black motorhome below. It slowly raised its right hand, index and middle fingers pressed together, and gave a light, effortless downward press toward the vehicle below.The motion was gentle — the way one might crush an ant underfoot.Without the slightest warning, an indescribably terrifying gr