"Ten days?" a Koma general scoffed. "We deliberately spread the false news of ten days to lower the natives' guard."
But he probably never dreamed that we'd already Lie Dormant on the outskirts of Blue Star. He thought we had ten more days, but we've actually arrived by now.
"He thinks he can rest easy after killing Yinshi and those other Eighth Stage?" another Kema People chimed in. "This is the moment we've been waiting for. Those who killed us will pay with their lives."
"No need to wait any longer." The captain raised his hand, interrupting the discussion. He walked to the porthole, his gaze sweeping across the Blue Star below like a knife. "He is our primary target on this mission. All our plans revolve around him. Find him first, and kill him."
Upon receiving the order, countless detection devices on the starship were activated simultaneously.
Energy scanning, vital sign monitoring, and spiritual energy fluctuation tracking—the entire surface of the Blue Star was sifted through layer by layer.
A moment later, the Kema People in charge of monitoring frowned.
"Captain, the target is not there."
The captain turned around. "What do you mean?"
"On Blue Star, no energy reaction from that native has been detected. The strongest life fluctuations on the entire planet are only at the Third Tier. He... doesn't seem to be here."
There was a moment of silence in the command center, and the captain's face slowly darkened.
He originally thought that once he arrived on Blue Star, he could lock onto Chen Du and crush him with lightning speed.
But now, he's not here.
He ran away, or rather, he went somewhere else before they arrived.
"He's scared," a Koma general sneered. "Knowing he couldn't stop us, he hid beforehand."
"Hide?" The captain slowly shook his head, his gaze turning sinister and violent. "Can he hide? He is the strongest native of Blue Star, and the flag in their hearts. If he's not here, then we'll tear down his flag."
He paused, then continued, "Project War Behemoths and make these natives pay the price for their 'savior.' If he hides and refuses to come out, then destroy one city a day until he crawls out on his own."
A massive hatch opened in the belly of the starship, and a black shadow plummeted from the sky.
The thing grew larger and clearer, becoming a colossal beast a hundred meters tall, covered in jet-black scales, with limbs as thick as pillars, rows of sharp bone spikes standing upright on its back, and a head that resembled both a lizard and a dragon, spewing dark red poisonous mist from its mouth.
The moment it landed, the ground within a radius of dozens of miles collapsed simultaneously, and the shockwave spread outwards like a tsunami, flattening the nearest small town.
Eighth Stage!
The Kema People's War Behemoth, a genuine Eighth Stage combat power.
The colossal beast roared to the sky, its sound shattering the windows of every building within a hundred miles.
It strides forward with its massive legs toward the nearest major city, each step like a miniature earthquake.
Towns, villages, and highways along the way crumble like building blocks beneath its feet.
The scene shifts to the headquarters of the Xia Kingdom's Spiritual Qi Revival Administration. Director Zhou Weiyong has just put down his teacup when his encrypted communicator rings urgently.
He answered the call, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately got up and walked towards the video conference room.
A moment later, he appeared on the big screen.
The screen was divided into more than a dozen squares, each containing a solemn-looking face.
The heads of supernatural affairs agencies from various countries, including the Lighthouse Nation, Taurus Nation, White Bear Nation, Sakura Nation, and White Elephant Nation, were all present.
The meeting was chaired by a United Nations High Commissioner who looked tired and had dark circles under his eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the commissioner began, his voice heavy with conviction, "Humanity has reached a critical juncture, a matter of life and death."
He skipped the pleasantries and cut straight to the point. A video popped up on the screen, showing a hundred-meter-tall behemoth rampaging.
Its jet-black scales gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its spines were covered in thorns, and the dark red poisonous mist it spewed from its mouth turned the entire neighborhood into scorched earth.
Humans unleashed missiles, fighter jets, and laser weapons in turn, but the behemoth didn't even turn its head. With a casual wave of its hand, it turned dozens of fighter jets into fireballs.
Tanks were crushed into iron discs, and armored vehicles were trampled like cardboard boxes.
The video ends with a shot of the giant beast roaring to the sky, the sound waves shattering the windows of buildings within a radius of hundreds of miles.
"Eighth Stage!" the United Nations commissioner said softly. "After global joint calculations, this behemoth's energy level has reached the Eighth Stage. All our current weapons are ineffective against it."
Silence fell over the meeting room.
A moment later, the representative from the Lighthouse Nation spoke up, "Then why didn't 'God' intervene?"
He's talking about Chen Du!
Now the whole world knows that there is a human powerhouse on Blue Star who can kill Eighth Stage alien race, and is secretly called "God" by countless people.
The commissioner simply shook his head slowly and then displayed a few satellite images.
In the photo, a jet-black starship hovers above the clouds, its hull stretching for thousands of meters.
The starship floated silently in the sky, like an ancient steel behemoth, coldly looking down at everything below.
"This spaceship," the commissioner said, "We used every means to detect it. The result..."
He paused, his voice slightly unsteady, "There's more than one Ninth Tier inside."
Upon hearing this, all the representatives' expressions changed simultaneously.
"More than one... at the Ninth Tier?" The representative from the White Bear Nation's voice was hoarse. "But the highest energy level a 'god' can achieve is only the Eighth Stage. The alien races he killed before were all at the Eighth Stage. If the opponent has at least one Ninth Tier..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.
"This spaceship was shown to us on purpose." The United Nations envoy looked up, his gaze sweeping across each square. "They're telling us they can destroy everything. They're showing us to let us know how vast the gap is."
The meeting room remained deathly silent for a long time.
The representative from the Taurus Nation murmured, "How could he possibly break through from the Eighth Stage to the Ninth Tier in such a short time?"
No one answered.
Because everyone knows what those words mean.
If "God" cannot break through in time, humanity will have no more trump cards left.
Breaking through to the Ninth Tier is incredibly difficult.
Maybe in ten years, maybe in a hundred years, maybe never.
But the other party won't wait.
Zhou Weiyong sat in his cubicle, his hands clasped together on the table, his face ashen.
The United Nations commissioner's words echoed in the conference room, "We have relied too much on God. Since this behemoth appeared, God has not shown himself. These aliens have come specifically to hunt him down."
They've deployed a Ninth Tier lineup to force him to come out, but if he doesn't, we'll have to rely on ourselves.
Upon hearing this, the meeting room fell completely silent.
Everyone then realized that in every crisis in the past, Chen Du had been the one to stand in front of them.
They had grown accustomed to gazing up at that figure, accustomed to waiting in despair for the arrival of "God".
But this time, God did not come.
"Nuclear weapons." The representative from the Lighthouse Nation spoke first, his voice firm. "There's only one way left. Our conventional weapons are ineffective against it; we have no choice but to use nuclear weapons."