A group of demons charged at the two Federation soldiers, some wielding guns and others God-Slaying Weapons.
These Demon Warriors had followed Morgana into battle for a thousand years, even tens of thousands of years. They were her veteran subordinates.
Their combat ability and loyalty had been tested in countless battles, through blood and steel.
They were the true source of Morgana's confidence as she roamed the universe, daring to challenge the Angel Civilization that had championed the Order of Justice for tens of thousands of years.
However, the danger of this encounter far exceeded anything their accumulated experience from a thousand or ten thousand years of combat could prepare them for. Only devastating casualties awaited them.
Whoosh!
"Alien scum, die!"
A cold, furious shout appeared in the minds of dozens of Demon Warriors.
Terrifying Psionics carried the words through the mental dimension, striking their brains and washing over their wills.
At the same time, its fearsome power manifested in realspace.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
A spectacular sight unfolded: the skulls of dozens of Demon Warriors burst outward from within, spraying blood and chunks of flesh in every direction.
Mars's thin atmosphere softened the sound of their skulls bursting, and it carried only a short distance.
The volume and quality of the sound were also greatly affected, making it faint and distorted.
But the impact was still enough to make everyone's scalp crawl!
The other Demon Warriors were shocked and enraged to see their comrades die for no apparent reason.
"For the Queen!"
Several Demon Warriors wielding God-Slaying Spears capable of piercing a divine body used Micro Wormholes to rush up to the two Federation soldiers.
One of the soldiers casually raised a hand. A small Psionic Shield appeared and effortlessly stopped their charge.
Then he lightly tapped a finger, and the Demon Warriors' heads burst without warning, as easily as crushing a few ants.
Clearly, this wasn't a battle so much as a merciless slaughter.
These two Federation soldiers not only wielded powerful Psionics but had also undergone specialized genetic and cybernetic ascension modifications.
Even a single one of them could unleash enough combat power to make "one man equal to a thousand troops" a reality.
Mars was neither Earth nor any other world of the Human Federation.
They were fighting on foreign soil, and under Federation battlefield regulations, they didn't need to worry about damaging the planet's ecology or terrain. They could bring their full strength to bear.
That was precisely why the Federation had sent only two soldiers to exterminate the hundreds of Demon Warriors in the Demon Legion.
"Sergeant Major Dark Star, the Alien Species in this universe are a bunch of weaklings."
"'Pathetically feeble' might as well have been coined just for them."
The two Federation soldiers chatted casually over their mental channel.
In their hands, the hundreds of Demon Warriors were slaughtered in the blink of an eye.
Only Morgana and a few important subordinates remained.
According to the information they had received from the command ship, Morgana was the head of the Demon Legion and possessed a Fourth Generation God Body with tremendous vitality.
She couldn't be permanently killed by conventional means. As long as Morgana survived, she could use her resources to rebuild the Demon Legion at any time.
The best way to deal with an enemy like her was to capture her and send her to the Federation's Scientific Research Department, where she could be permanently confined as a test subject.
Alternatively, the researchers could break her down completely into useless organic matter, technologically eliminating any possibility of her revival.
"Surrender at once, or die."
A mental fluctuation appeared in Morgana and the others' minds, conveying the two Federation soldiers' intent.
Morgana stared at the Demon Warriors' corpses strewn across the ground. The fury in her chest was almost ready to erupt.
She was the Demon Queen, and her Dark Plane was incredibly powerful. It could withstand Psionic mental attacks, so this level of mental interference had little effect on her.
"Surrender my ass! You're the ones who should die!"
Two enormous Demon Claws appeared, slamming toward the Federation soldiers from either side.
Honor Champion Class Sergeant Major Dark Star had a registered Psionic level of 79 rings in the Federation's official records.
The maximum Psionic level established by the Human Federation had a theoretical upper limit of 101 rings.
A 101-ring Psionic could threaten most civilizations across an entire galaxy single-handedly. They were transcendent beings.
In the Void Realm, such Psionics could even rival some lesser Void entities.
There were no officially registered 101-ring Psionics in the entire Human Federation.
A 79-ring Psionic couldn't quite reach that terrifying level.
But casually crushing a planet, destroying a massive star with full effort, or even creating a miniature black hole were all within their capabilities.
The Federation had countless soldiers like him. Dark Star was just one among them.
Faced with Morgana's Demon Claws, Dark Star couldn't even be bothered to dodge. He simply walked straight toward her.
"Sergeant Major, the containment field is fully deployed."
"Contingency measures to prevent the target from escaping through Wormhole Technology have also been activated."
"Good work."
During their brief mental exchange, Sergeant Major Dark Star casually swept a hand.
Surging Psionics instantly altered the matter in realspace. Morgana's Demon Claws emitted a series of metallic creaks.
When she looked again, the two Dark Silver claws had become heaps of scrap metal, their metallic activity almost entirely gone. They dropped to the ground.
"Damn it..."
"Soton, what are you hiding for? Get up there and cut them down!"
"Better yet, eat them!"
Morgana glared crossly at the cowering crocodile behind her.
Crocodile God Soton was a divine warrior with a peak beast body and tremendous strength, a humanoid weapon of sorts. Morgana had acquired him from Carl as a formidable fighter.
But now Crocodile God Soton clutched two Crescent Hand Axes, trembling as he shrank behind Morgana.
He had seen those two terrifying humans kill a whole group of Demon Warriors with a mere lift of their hands. He was scared half to death.
All the swagger he'd once had on Earth, where he'd eaten humans as casually as a meal, had vanished without a trace.
"My Queen, I—I don't dare..." Soton stammered, his lips trembling.
Was she seriously asking him to fight those two monsters? That was just sending him to his death.
There was nowhere left to retreat, and Soton even wanted to run away.
He was completely terrified.
Morgana snapped, "What the hell are you afraid of? If you die, I can always find a chance to revive you later."
"You're a god. You can't die. Now get up there!"
"Okay, okay..."
Morgana kicked him forward. Soton gritted his teeth and charged, swinging his Crescent Hand Axes down at the approaching Sergeant Major Dark Star.
Crack!
Just as expected, Soton's head burst before he could even get close. His massive body collapsed.
Crocodile God Soton died on the spot.
Dark Star and the other Federation soldier walked past the crocodile-shaped alien's corpse with looks of disgust.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Feilu, Black Wind..."
Morgana watched helplessly as the heads of the Demon Warriors around her burst one by one. Her expression shifted between panic and rage.
As the Demon Queen, and the possessor of a Fourth Generation God Body, Morgana was the divine being in the Known Universe with the most sophisticated mastery of wormhole algorithms.
It wasn't that she hadn't considered using a wormhole algorithm to open a Micro Wormhole and escape.
Even without Demon One, she could still fly freely through space under her own power, beyond anyone's control.
But she hadn't fled not because she didn't want to, but because she simply couldn't.
It was as if some kind of restriction had been placed on the surrounding space. No matter how hard Morgana tried, she couldn't open even the tiniest wormhole entrance.
With the enemy closing in and no one left but herself, Morgana leaped into the air to fly away, only to be dragged down by a mighty force of Psionics and slammed into the ground.
Morgana quickly summoned a long sword from her arsenal, preparing to fight to the death.
Bang!
Sergeant Major Dark Star easily caught the blade.
As Morgana stared in horror, he crushed the sword—which had been forged with Dark Silver alloy—in his bare hand.
Then Dark Star grabbed Morgana by the head and slammed her down with a heavy blow.
A strike of brute force that seemed to twist the laws of physics landed, accompanied by a terrifying Psionic shock wave.
Under the double assault, Morgana felt as if her skull were about to shatter, but she remained conscious:
"You..."
The tremendous blow seemed to render both her divine body and Dark Plane Gene System useless, and she fell unconscious.
"Mission complete. Target captured. Reporting to command center."
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