The Final Battle Begins?
By this time, 99% of the expedition's path had already been traversed with blood and flesh.
The Origin Star, trailing its tail, slowly sailed towards its destined destination.
Ahead, the Micro Black Hole was clearly visible, like an eternally open eye, devouring all the light and matter around it. The accretion disk emitted a blinding light, the final lament of a celestial body being torn apart before its death.
In reality, such a small Black Hole wouldn't create such a magnificent phenomenon, but in this galaxy, anything is possible, and the Mechanical Civilization also wants to control it.
The finish line is right there.
Just as the Origin Star was about to arrive and began to slowly decelerate--
The blood-red planet moved.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
The planet that had been Jingjing standing in its own orbit suddenly broke free of it. Like a cannonball, it hurtled straight toward Origin Star with the momentum to destroy everything.
The speed is increasing.
It's getting faster and faster.
The crimson atmosphere trailed a scarlet path through the Void, revealing the earth's true color—an eerie gray-white that, from afar, resembled a seventh dimension navigating a pool of menstrual blood.
Alarms blared across the sky on Origin Star. Countless people looked up and saw the blood-red planet hurtling towards them with earth-shattering force. Its mountains and rivers were clearly visible, and the palace of the Demon Prince gleamed eerily in the blood-red light.
"Is the other side crazy? Why would they throw the entire planet at us?"
Then--
A flash of sword light appeared.
The sword light slashed out from the moon, tearing through the Void, traversing an unknown distance, and heading straight for the palace on the blood-red planet.
On the blood-red planet, an equally terrifying aura soared into the sky.
Twelve scarlet wings suddenly unfurled. Each one was a hundred meters long, with dark golden light flowing along its edges, like a blade soaked in blood. The Demon Prince flew out of the palace, holding a jet-black spear in his hand, the tip of which pulsed with destructive energy.
The sword flashed and the spear clashed.
In that instant, a blinding white light burst forth in the Void.
The shockwave Diffusion out from the center of the impact, instantly annihilating the Zerg that were about to be crushed by the planet. The Zerg evaporated in the light, leaving not even a trace.
Mu Ri emerged from the moon, still wearing the same gray robe, holding the Authority Sword in his hand, his face expressionless.
Behind him, four figures followed Jingjing; the Death Rider had been returned to fight by Su Luo.
The Demon Prince hovered above the rapidly approaching crimson planet, looking at the tiny figure standing in the Void, and revealed a sinister smile.
"Guardian of the Tracing Light," his mental energy echoed in the Void, low and terrifying, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Behind them, on the Life Tree, a beam of white light shot into the sky.
That was the first time the Life Tree displayed its full power in this world. Countless branches stretched out, each one brimming with rich life force, and emerald light flowed from the branches, like countless emeralds Burn.
Those forces intertwined in the Void, forming a massive barrier that protected all the Elf Race.
The former Elf King stood atop the Life Tree, his gaze serene.
Lin Yuan stood beside her, looking at the dazzling light, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Two extremely powerful units are clashing head-on, and the battlefield is in turmoil. The Elf King, anticipating the arrival of a decisive battle, requests the Life Tree to join the fray.
"Did you see that, Mother? After this war ends, the Elf Race will become one of the top three most powerful civilizations in the entire galaxy."
Lin Yuan, who had become the Elf King, admired the power of the Life Tree and didn't forget to explain it to the previous Elf King.
Upon hearing this, the former Elf King wore a strange expression.
"Is that so? I don't think so."
Lin Yuan frowned and turned to look.
Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The former Elf King's beautiful body and exquisite face instantly turned into a pool of filthy blood. The blood gushed from her robes, emitting a putrid stench, and instantly seeped into the trunk of the Life Tree beneath her feet.
In that very instant--
The branches of the Life Tree, once brimming with life, began to turn black and rot.
The emerald green light was replaced by an eerie dark green, as if countless venomous snakes were slithering among the branches.
Lin Yuan was dumbfounded.
Frustrated and disappointed, he punched the tree trunk beside him.
"What the hell is the Elf Race?! Both Elf Kings were spies from other civilizations?!"
Another place.
The Martial God emerged from his continent.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw the Life Tree next to him convulsing wildly.
The massive canopy trembled violently, its emerald and dark green lights flashing alternately, as if something was fiercely battling inside.
The Martial God examined it for a moment.
"These elves are really troublesome."
He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the front of the battlefield without hesitation.
As a unit with extremely high combat power, the Martial God was created by the Survivors above using a special method.
Survivors ' methods are always unpredictable and difficult to understand.
It was an extremely special and strange thing that anchored him to hundreds of millions of living beings on the entire continent. Every time those beings cultivated, they would give him a share of power.
Over time, his cultivation level had become immense, Shattered Void Realm and become Martial God, giving him the confidence to defeat any unit with extremely high combat power.
Tracing Light's cooperation with him was based on a simple premise: help him move, and after the war, have all Martial Dao -based civilizations promote that kind of cultivation method to make him stronger.
Thinking this way--
In the Void ahead, a figure in white robes stood Jingjing, as if waiting for him.
The Martial God paused slightly.
The man, dressed in white robes and carrying a long sword, with a thin face and lonely eyes, hovered in the Void, without any guards or attendants around him.
"Loose Immortal..."
The Martial God recognized him.
The freest guy on the field.
I heard that he failed his tribulation and became Loose Immortal, living alone with a sword and a white robe, not caring much about his own civilization. He fights when he wants and leaves when he wants, and no one can stop him.
"Do you want to be my enemy?" the Martial God roared.
The figure in white robes remained silent, only raising the sword in his hand.
A flash of sword light appeared.
The sword light was neither fast nor slow, but graceful as the wind, as if it were a casually swung sword, intended to intercept the Martial God between the two approaching planets!
Two figures in the distance.
The Undead tide is being mercilessly slaughtered by the Silver-White Fleet.
The Undead crawling out of the Zerg corpses surged towards the Mechanical Civilization's fleet like a tidal wave. Every moment, billions of Undead died, pierced by silver beams of light, blasted apart by energy cannons, and reduced to dust by Self-Destruct ships.
But with the Undead dying without regard for their own resources, the Silver-White Fleet was truly held back.
They could not enter the battlefield, could not support the Demon Prince, and could not break through the defensive line built of corpses.
The battlefield was fragmented into countless pieces.
Within each fragment, someone is fighting, dying, and Burn.
In the Void, two enormous celestial bodies are rapidly approaching each other.
One is blood-red, the other is blue.