Surviving the Apocalypse Death Exam - Chapter 96

Chapter 96: We Awakened Can Fly!
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Translation by: Weebsread👹
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Surrounded by an endless tide of monsters—hundreds of thousands, stretching as far as the eye could see—Lin Mo realized he had no way out. The Sequence Power within him had already been poured into Chen Badao, Ying Zhu, and the other powerhouses, leaving him nearly spent.
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If they tried to confront this horde head-on, survival was impossible.
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He recalled the Simulation: when he’d charged the Brood Hive alone, even with Chen Badao and the others fighting at his side, they had fallen one after another. No matter how he steeled himself, Lin Mo still longed for a way for them all to survive.
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He pressed his palm downward.
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A deafening thunderclap split the heavens. From the pitch-black Judgement Cloud above, a single bolt of Heaven’s Thunder crashed down, striking a massive Fourth Rank monster below.
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The beast, its body bristling with tentacles, let out a piercing shriek before it was reduced to a smoldering, charred husk.
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In that instant, as the thunderbolt annihilated the Fourth Rank monster, every creature on the battlefield froze.
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It wasn’t just the shock of seeing a high-ranked beast slain so effortlessly. They all felt it—a chilling presence, the true aura of death, a Trait: Aura that whispered that these bolts could erase them completely.
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A single strike had killed a Fourth Rank monster.
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Chen Badao and the others drew sharp breaths.
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Even for them—powerhouses at Sequence 6—it took effort and risk to bring down a Fourth Rank beast. The weaker among them might even die if things went awry.
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But Lin Mo, with a mere gesture, had obliterated what would have taken them a desperate struggle.
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Worse yet, as they looked up, the sheer scale of the Judgement Cloud above became apparent. That inky expanse was not the sign of a single-target attack.
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And as they feared, that first bolt was only the beginning.
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Lin Mo held nothing back. He unleashed every drop of his Heaven’s Judicator Sequence Power.
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He spread his arms wide.
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From the Judgement Cloud, which stretched for several kilometers in every direction, blue-white thunderbolts rained down.
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Within that radius, monsters were slaughtered like cattle—dozens, hundreds, thousands at a time, swept away in the storm.
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The air filled with howls, screams, and roars. The monstrous tide, which had surged forward just moments before, was reduced in the blink of an eye to piles of smoldering corpses.
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The stench of scorched flesh and blood hung heavy, the ground littered with twisted remains.
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Chen Badao and the others watched, stunned—not just by the raw destructive force, but by Lin Mo’s terrifying control over it.
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They could see it clearly: every bolt of lightning was measured. For the ordinary monsters, just a sliver of power—enough to erase them instantly. For the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Rank beasts, each strike was perfectly calibrated to their Level.
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Chen Badao clenched his fists. “Such precise control… He’s wasting almost no Sequence Power at all.”
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Among the powerhouses, a Sequence 7 Lightning Sequence Awakened murmured in awe, “So this is the power of a Sequence 5 Lightning Awakened? It’s monstrous.”
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As the monsters charging toward them were incinerated by Lin Mo’s wide-area killing blow, Chen Badao made a decisive call: “Brother Lin, leave the rest of these monsters to us. We still have some Sequence Power left—enough to hold out for ten minutes. Save your strength. Go—kill the Monster Matriarch.”
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They all understood: Lin Mo’s use of so much Sequence Power to wipe out the horde was to keep them from being overwhelmed. But that was enough—the real battle was with the Monster Matriarch.
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Lin Mo swept his gaze over the group, nodded, and transformed into a streak of lightning, soaring over the few monsters that had survived the initial onslaught, racing toward the Brood Hive.
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High above the nest, Lin Mo used Magnetic Sense to lock onto his target: deep within the hive, the Monster Matriarch was frantically rallying her minions, shoring up her defenses.
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He had fought this creature countless times in the Simulation. He knew its strength well.
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It was a Fifth Rank monster—comparable to a Sequence 5 Awakened—but its role was more like a queen ant: endlessly spawning monsters, recycling their flesh and souls to resurrect them, commanding the entire brood, and extracting their Source to fuse into stronger forms. In direct combat, though, its power was only average.
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Its most dangerous ability—the one that could drive people mad with Chaos and devour them—only worked on Awakened below Sequence 5. Against a true Sequence 5 powerhouse, it was nearly useless.
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Its trump card was to instantly drain the souls of every monster nearby, unleashing a devastating psychic attack.
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But Lin Mo, having suffered from this move in countless Simulations, kept his distance.
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From here, even if the Matriarch emptied the entire Brood Hive to launch her psychic strike, he could dodge it easily.
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And he wouldn’t give her a chance to fuse a new Fifth Rank monster, either.
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Now, with all the abilities of a Sequence 5 at his command, he was no longer that inexperienced youth who had just awakened the Heaven’s Judicator Sequence, forced to fight up close to conserve Heaven’s Thunder.
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Now, he could rain down thunder from afar, grinding the Monster Matriarch to death in under five minutes.
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“When you’re broke, you fight smart. When you’re rich, you unleash hell.”
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Hovering in midair, Lin Mo raised his hand and slashed it downward.
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The Judgement Cloud above swirled into a black vortex, directly over the Monster Matriarch.
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A thunderbolt, blue as the sea and crackling with annihilating power, shot down through the cloud.
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Sensing the incoming destruction, the Monster Matriarch panicked.
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With a deafening crash, the Brood Hive—once as solid as iron—was blasted open. The thunderbolt tore through layer after layer of monster defenders, slamming straight into the Matriarch at the core.
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A shrill, piercing scream echoed out.
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It was so sharp—ten, a hundred times worse than fingernails on a chalkboard—that Chen Badao and the others, locked in battle, instinctively clamped their hands over their ears.
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The monsters fighting them went mad: some froze in place, some fled in terror, some descended into gibbering insanity, and others charged back toward the hive in a frenzy.
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High above, Lin Mo looked down at the monsters piling up like a living pyramid, desperate to drag him from the sky. His face remained cold and impassive.
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“I know you’re desperate. But too bad—us Awakened can fly.”
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As he spoke, another thunderbolt, thick as a barrel, crashed down from the Judgement Cloud vortex, smashing into the Monster Matriarch. All around, countless more bolts rained down in an unending torrent.
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Lin Mo watched, expressionless, as the Brood Hive was reduced to rubble.
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He knew from the Simulations: the Monster Matriarch’s life force was monstrous. Even with all his power, it would take time to grind her down.
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The blue-white thunderbolts hammered down, relentless.
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In the distance, Chen Badao and the others looked up, hearts pounding.
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“Only two minutes left—he has to kill the Monster Matriarch! If we fail this time, the world is finished.”
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One by one, the powerhouses of this world whispered silent prayers.
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As the tension mounted, they noticed something strange: monsters around them were suddenly dropping dead for no apparent reason. Huge bodies toppled over, one after another.
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“What’s going on?”
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Chen Badao and the rest started in alarm—then, as realization dawned, their faces lit up with hope.