Who Said Human Bones Were Brittle?
The White Emperor's admiration only deepened.
Swift and decisive, without any hesitation—this is the true nature of Martial God who has crawled out of piles of corpses.
He raised his hand and pointed, and the Star Map suddenly shrank, finally locking onto a narrow, chasm-like abyss.
"Heavenly Abyss Star Domain, Seventh Defense Line, Zhenyue Star Bastion."
The White Emperor's expression turned serious:
"This is the vital passage to the heart of the Federation. Once it is breached, the Alien Races coalition will advance unimpeded, and thousands of inhabited planets in the seven star sectors behind will be turned into slaughterhouses. Currently, the casualty rate of Zhenyue Star Bastion has exceeded 70%, the vanguard defense line has completely collapsed, and the garrisoned legions are fighting a final urban battle."
Chen Fan stared at that coordinate.
Who is besieging us?
Chen Fan asked.
"The three main forces of the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races."
White Emperor listed in a deep voice:
"Two Lesser Martial Gods from the Crystal-Armored Giant Race, one Lesser Martial God from the Darkstar Winged Race, and one Lesser Martial God from the Star Sea Spirit Race. In addition, the Star Sea Spirit Race's ancestor Venerable Lingming, is stationed in the central army; he is an ancient monster who has been a Middle Martial God for three thousand years. Four lower-level and one mid-level, a total of five Alien Races Martial Gods, leading three million vanguard troops, have pressed against the Zhenyue Star Bastion."
Five War Martial Gods!
Such a scale of combat power would have been enough to annihilate an ancient clan in any Star Domain in the past.
Now, they are all pressed upon a crumbling Human Race star barrier.
"This is the Federation's supreme war authority."
The White Emperor opened his palm, and a token as black as ink appeared.
On the front of the token, there is only an ancient pattern of a long, blood-dripping sword, radiating a fierce and malevolent aura that makes the Stars tremble.
The God-Slaying Token!
The one who issues this order represents the highest will of the Federation and can mobilize all legions on the front lines, acting first and reporting later, with the power to kill at will.
"Take it."
The White Emperor God-Slaying Token towards Chen Fan and said in a deep voice.
"On your journey to Tianyuan, disregard military strategy and the protests of Ten Thousand Races. Since they have established the God-Hunting Ranking, then use their heads to build a mound of skulls for Ten Thousand Races!"
Chen Fan reached out and took the heavy, cold God-Slaying Token.
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the token silently disappeared into the Divine Kingdom in the Palm.
He turned around, facing the direction of the Heavenly Abyss Star Domain, and slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of the ancient and unassuming bone knife at his waist.
"Five Alien Races Martial Gods..."
A cold smile curved Chen Fan's lips, Water-Fire Yin-Yang Dao Principles and swirled in his eyes, like the prelude to a storm in the Abyss.
"Just enough to forge a sacrificial altar."
The moment the words left his mouth.
Boom!!
Without even using any interstellar warships or Curvature Engines, Chen Fan took a step forward, and the Void shattered like a fragile piece of paper!
The pitch-black Dimensions rifts expanded wildly beneath his feet, and a gray-red rainbow pierced through several Star Systems, tearing through the darkness with the absolute pressure of a peak Middle Martial God, rushing towards the Heavenly Abyss Star Domain at an extraordinary speed!
The White Emperor stood still, watching the magnificent rainbow resolutely disappear into the distance, remaining motionless for a long time.
"The God-Hunting Ranking?"
The White Emperor chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on the boundless depths of space, filled with murderous intent.
"I'm afraid you bunch of scum aren't tough enough to take on the new god of Human Race!"
Heavenly Abyss Star Domain, Seventh Defense Line.
Zhenyue Star Bastion.
This is a colossal war machine assembled from the hollowed-out cores of three barren planets, and then pieced together with a composite material of refined Hundred-Forged Black Iron and divine metal.
However, at this moment, this supposedly impregnable steel fortress has been transformed into a hell of flames and bloodshed.
Rumble!!
Above the Firmament, hundreds of thousands of Alien Races warships covered in bone armor and crystals formed an array that blotted out the sun, and destructive energy beams poured down like a torrential rain.
The outermost planetary energy shield of the Star Barrier was already covered with dense cracks, constantly emitting a piercing wail amidst the relentless bombardment.
The earth shattered, and steel buildings collapsed.
Countless Human Race warriors clad in Federation Battle Armor lay dead in pools of blood, their limbs and shattered Mecha scattered everywhere.
"Hold on! Hold on for me!"
Before a ruin in the main battlefield, a One-Eye old general, half of whose body had been Petrification and whose white ribs were exposed, roared fiercely.
He held a blunted heavy particle Battle Saber, pressing down hard on the main control switch beside him, which was about to overload.
"The Third Legion is wiped out, Second Legion, take their place! If the Mecha are all destroyed, we'll fill the gaps with our own flesh and blood! Behind us lies the East Sea Star Sector, and eighty billion unarmed Federation civilians! We'll die on the battlefield, if we have to!"
The thousands of surviving warriors around them wiped the blood from their faces and gripped their swords tightly.
No one retreated, but in everyone's eyes, an undisguised despair surfaced.
It's unstoppable.
Above the Firmament, the energy storm suddenly subsided.
It wasn't that the Alien Races stopped attacking; rather, an even more suffocating terror descended.
Click!
Four enormous ravines were forcibly torn open in the Void spanning tens of thousands of miles overhead.
Immediately afterwards, four majestic phantoms radiating immense divine power slowly emerged from the depths of the starry sky.
The two colossal Martial God, each a thousand feet tall and covered in azure divine Crystal-Armored Giant Race, caused the entire Zhenyue Star Bastion to shake violently with every step they took.
A Darkstar Winged Race Martial God with four wings on his back, his body flowing with pitch-black Death Fiend Qi, and his eyes pale white like a ghost.
There was also a Star Sea Spirit Race Martial God whose figure was like an illusory shadow, surrounded by hundreds of gravitational chains.
Four Lesser Martial Gods!
The mere ripples of divine power emanating from the armored vehicle were enough to crush the dozens of heavy defensive Mecha remaining on the defensive line into scrap metal!
In the far reaches of the starry sky, atop a massive silver spirit ship, as large as a divine mountain, sat an even more profound aura.
Middle Martial God, Venerable Lingming!
He didn't even get up, but coldly looked down at the steel wreckage beneath his feet, like a god watching the dying struggle of ants.
"A stubborn resistance."
The Crystal Armored Martial God in the center spoke with a voice like thunder. His enormous rock crystal hand slowly rose, and his violent divine power condensed into a giant azure hand that covered half the sky, which ruthlessly pressed down on the entire command post ruins.
"Human Race bones are still so brittle. Crush them, and wash the Heavenly Abyss in blood!"
Before the giant azure hand even arrived, the violent gravitational field had already torn thousands of enormous Abyss into the ground.
The One-Eye old general gave a bitter laugh, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.
He pulled out a self-destruct fuse connected to the ground-based nuclear reactor, about to press it down hard and perish together with the enemy!
Click!
A crisp, abrupt sound suddenly rang out in the deathly silence of despair.
Immediately afterwards, a straight, smooth, pitch-black gash appeared in the Void beneath the giant hand without warning.
A slender, pale hand emerged effortlessly from nowhere and precisely placed itself on the rough Beast-Bone Saber the knife at her waist.
A calm yet chilling young voice boomed like thunder across the collapsing Star Domain.
Who says... Human Race bones are brittle?