The Armor Enters the Fray

Mu Ri did not answer immediately. His gaze lingered on the densely packed Zerg on the surrounding battlefield for a while before he looked away.

"The Zerg are connected to you," he said. "I sense a familiar presence in you. The Zerg Hive."

The Demon Prince responded with a carefree laugh. There was no denial in that laugh, only an arrogant sense of entitlement.

They certainly have the right to laugh like that. The greatest Zerg catastrophe in the entire galaxy is related to them.

They began their scheme many years ago, continuously weakening the Elf Race and even sabotaging the Life Tree.

They contacted the Loose Immortal and asked him to help stop the Martial God. There was even an unexpected bonus—those stubborn bastards from the Mechanical Civilization also had their eyes on Tracing Light.

"I don't understand why you keep targeting Tracing Light."

Mu Ri said softly, below, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, except for the Death Rider, had each dealt with their enemies and returned to their mounts.

The enormous Life Tree had arrived between the two planets, its endless branches reaching towards the Demon Prince, and emerald light weaving into a giant net in the Void.

"But that doesn't matter anymore." Mu Ri gripped his Authority Sword tightly. "Since we're here, let's stay."

The Demon Prince laughed again. The Black Flames that had been Burn on his body slowly Convergence, finally burning through his carapace to reveal the crimson, writhing flesh beneath. The flesh churned in the Void, as if something was awakening from its depths.

"That won't do," He said, his voice trembling with a strange tone that didn't belong to Him. "My Lord wouldn't allow it."

The next instant, everyone on the field sensed something was wrong. It seemed as if an extra person had inexplicably appeared inside the Demon Prince's body.

The Survivor from the Abyssal Depth Civilization — A Mu Yingdou —trembled all over; he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

As a Gold-Label Survivor skill level only ranks in the top 100 in his Survival World, he knew that this District War event was his chance.

In this District War, raw strength is no longer the absolute primary factor!

Even with their Seven-Colored emblems representing their Survival World, they didn't even make it into the top ten of the final [Civilization Rankings]. Strength is no longer everything.

The reason why the Abyssal Depth Civilization was so powerful might lie in its particular fondness for collecting all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Previously, I even collected a [Great Demon Egg] during the Great Being's Invitation Letter event.

That egg was released after he Continued Battle, and it eventually grew into the Demon Prince we know today.

The Zerg were actually the work of other cooperating civilizations, a Survivor he couldn't understand, and a plan they had jointly devised.

Currently, A Mu Yingdou is constantly consuming Civilization Points to ensure that his physical body remains in the lower realm.

This is one reason why Abyssal Depth Civilizations are so keen on destroying other civilizations.

His whole body Continued Battle as he felt the atmosphere of the battlefield within the empty cavity of the Demon Prince's body.

Forget about the Mu Ri and the Life Tree; even the Four Knights under the Mu Ri could crush him.

But A Mu Yingdou calm, only excited.

A dazzling ruby-like crystal burst forth from his waist, radiating a blinding light.

Energy surged through his body like a raging fire, coursing along his meridians. A structure resembling a mixture of flesh and metal materialized from the Void and began to merge with the Demon Prince's body.

Then--

Under the astonished gazes of those on the field, the Demon Prince's hundreds-of-meters-tall body began to shrink.

The sounds of flesh tearing and exploding echoed continuously, as if countless invisible knives were cutting at the same time.

The carapace cracked, the bones broke, and the muscle fibers were torn apart one by one, only to be rewoven again under some strange force.

The process was so painful that even the Demon Prince let out a low growl, but there was also a strange excitement in that growl.

The shoulder armor rose from the shattered flesh, its grotesque jaws tightening layer by layer, emitting a sharp, metallic Screech. The breastplate spread across the ribs, each piece bearing blood-gold patterns, as if cast from molten gold. The armor, crackling with lightning, slowly enveloped the body that was being reconstructed.

A three-meter-tall humanoid silhouette slowly rose from the Chaos of flesh and metal.

The Demon Prince's enormous body, hundreds of meters tall, vanished, replaced by an extremely slender and Perfect human-shaped being.

A crimson core spun rapidly at his waist, emitting a deep hum, like a heart being compressed to its limit.

The mask snapped shut from top to bottom with a crisp sound, and a blood-red killing intent flashed in his eyes. Two scarlet beams of light shot out from the gaps in the mask, sweeping across the Void.

The sounds of a storm and the tearing of metal and flesh intertwined and exploded in the Void, like countless knives slicing across a whetstone at the same time, or the roar of some ancient behemoth awakening.

"Bio-Armor - Super Fusion!"

A Mu Yingdou's voice came from deep within the armor, carrying an uncontrollable madness.

This is an opportunity!

This is the chance for all Survivors to overtake their opponents!

With this armor and his Talent, he has the ability to rank among the top five in his own Survival World!

Even... a chance to surpass that Seven-Colored one!

The ferocious and terrifying armor stood tall in the Void.

He was only three meters tall, and compared to the Demon Prince who was over a hundred meters tall, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

But his aura was more than twice as strong. He slowly raised his head, and his blood-red eyes on his mask swept across the Void. Wherever he passed, even the light seemed to tremble.

It wasn't particularly tall, yet it inexplicably resembled a towering Tower rising from the ground, staring straight at the Mu Ri.

"Survival World #32768, Ruins Survival, Armor System, Gold Badge - A Mu Yingdou, reporting for duty!"

Mu Ri's gaze changed. For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his usually expressionless face, and even the golden light flowing across the sword seemed to become more solemn.

"Suguang Civilization, 001-- Mu Ri."

The armor remained silent for a moment, its scarlet eyes fixed on the Mu Ri.

"Call your superior here!"

Before the words were even finished, the hideous figure had already moved. He smashed through the fragments of flesh that had not yet been completely stripped away, stepping on the countless branches reaching out from the Life Tree.

Branches shattered beneath his feet, and emerald light exploded like broken fireworks. He shook off the barrage of artillery fire and corpses, and silver beams of light deflected before him, turning the Undead to ashes.

It sprinted forward.

"Ultimate Rider Kick!"