The Might of the Interstellar Warship

"Who is it?"

The moment he heard the voice, alarm bells rang in Prequeil's mind, and he retreated ten thousand miles in an instant.

The next moment, four figures suddenly appeared in the area where Prequeil had just been standing. Leading them was a seemingly ordinary young man with black hair.

Behind the youth followed three others: a bewitching-looking youth, a red-haired burly man, and a middle-aged man with scattered eyebrows.

"Trying to run? Where do you think you're going?"

Pusiluo let out a loud roar, his figure transforming into a crimson streak of light as he instantly caught up to Balseze, who was attempting to flee.

"My lord, save me!"

Balseze felt the threat of death and immediately began to shriek.

The speed of this red-haired burly man from the opposing side was too fast for him to dodge; this was definitely not someone he could contend with.

"Too noisy!"

Pusiluo had no desire to listen to his clamor and smashed a fist directly down onto Balseze, causing a godspark to fall instantly.

Prequeil remained expressionless. Although his subordinate of many years had been killed, he seemed not to feel the slightest ripple of emotion.

Killing a Six-Star Light Hunter in a single move—his strength is at least that of a Seven-Star Light Hunter. Furthermore, these three guys all seem to be following this youth. Only a Commander could have a Seven-Star Light Hunter following them.

Prequeil's brain worked at high speed, and in just an instant, he made his judgment.

When Huosi appeared, he hadn't sensed him at all, but looking closely now, he discovered that the other party was merely a Midgod?

Thinking of this, Prequeil's expression became incredibly grave.

No matter how he looked at it, that black-haired youth was nothing more than a Midgod.

However, how could that be? It was obvious that these four people were led by him.

A person followed by three Highgods—and one of them, at the very least the red-haired burly man, was a Seven-Star Light Hunter—how could such a person be a Midgod? Therefore, this black-haired youth must be a Commander.

Since that was the case, there was only one possibility: the other party was extremely skilled in soul cultivation, allowing him to hide his aura perfectly.

However, there were very few people who could cultivate their soul to the point where he couldn't perceive their true cultivation level. Just who was this person?

"I am the Third Commander of the Sovereign's Army of the Radiant Plane, Prefect of Maikalun, Prequeil. Who might you be, Excellency?"

Prequeil spoke with a darkened expression, attempting to engage the other party first.

Judging by what had just happened, the other party was certainly a powerful Commander as well. Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to make an enemy of a Commander.

However, even though the other party was likely a Commander, killing his subordinate right in front of him was equivalent to slapping him in the face.

Therefore, he could ask for the other party's identity, but he didn't need to be overly polite. If the other party wasn't a fool, they should state their name.

"I have no need to tell you."

Huosi spoke with a calm expression, showing no intention of revealing his identity.

"You actually dare to look down on me like this!"

Prequeil was instantly enraged. Who was he? He was a Commander of the Radiant Plane.

This guy in front of him had killed his subordinate right before his eyes and then dared to treat him with this attitude. Did he really think he had no temper?

"It's not looking down on you, just stating a fact."

Huosi shook his head slightly. He had no intention of letting this person leave, so there was no need for any particular attitude.

Huosi had sparred with Leilin many times and had a rough idea of an Asura's strength. As long as it wasn't a Grand Perfection Asura, it wasn't enough to make him take them seriously.

Although the person before him didn't look weak, it wasn't enough to make Huosi pay attention.

"Since that's the case, then go to your death!"

Prequeil cursed out loud, and a long golden sword appeared in his right hand.

This guy dared to look down on him so much; he would let him know that there was a price to pay for underestimating others.

"My lord, can you let me try?"

Leilin's eyes revealed a hint of battle intent as he looked at Huosi and asked.

"No problem, go ahead!"

Huosi nodded, indicating it didn't matter. He still had confidence in Leilin's strength.

"You're courting death!"

Prequeil became even more furious. This guy wasn't even making a move himself, but sending a subordinate instead? Could it be that his subordinate was also an Asura?

What a joke. Aside from Grand Perfections and Sovereigns, who could have an Asura as a subordinate?

"Descent of Holy Light!"

Prequeil shouted, and the golden sword radiance instantly transformed into ten thousand beams, converging toward Leilin.

"Interesting. Ten Thousand Fires Burning the Heavens!"

Leilin used his full strength the moment he attacked, and cyan flames transformed into a giant wave, swallowing the entire sky in an instant.

"What?"

Prequeil was shocked and hurriedly put some distance between them.

Leilin did not give him the chance, chasing after him immediately. The attack power of the fire-style laws was formidable, and he excelled at close-quarters combat, so he certainly would not let Prequeil get away.

Golden light and azure radiance flickered in the sky as both sides traded blows, clashing hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.

"Try taking this move!"

Two seemingly ordinary flames appeared in Leilin's hands before merging into one.

"Don't think you can beat me just like that!"

Prequeil roared, his entire body instantly covered in a layer of golden patterns.

"This is... a divine beast innate ability?"

Leilin was slightly stunned, yet the speed of his hands did not falter in the slightest.

The flame was released against the golden patterns, and in an instant, red light engulfed the surroundings. As the burning sensation of the flames dissipated, Prequeil looked at Leilin with a hint of shock.

The previous attack had indeed been blocked, but it had also made him feel immense pressure.

"This guy is not a Seven-Star Light Hunter at all, but a genuine Commander-level powerhouse!"

"How is this possible? If this guy is a Commander, then what exactly is the person he calls 'my lord'?"

Prequeil began to brainstorm, feeling completely unsettled.

Although he did not fear Leilin thanks to his physical talents and laws, the focus right now was not on Leilin.

"A Commander calling someone else 'my lord'—could it be a Paragon High-God?"

Prequeil felt a bitter taste in his heart; he had actually provoked a Paragon.

Although this lord did not appear to be one of the famous figures in the Divine Plane, who else but a Paragon could have a Commander as a subordinate?

Yes, he was a Commander himself, and the only ones capable of perfectly concealing their aura in front of him and disguising themselves as Midgods were either the very few Asura who specialized in soul aura concealment, or a Paragon.

If it were just an Asura who specialized in soul aura concealment, they shouldn't have been so arrogant when he announced his name and status.

Only a Paragon High-God could remain completely calm upon hearing his identity, simply because they didn't care at all.

A Paragon High-God was a being even Sovereigns would respect—truly invincible among gods.

"Um, that was all just a misunderstanding."

Thinking this, Prequeil hurriedly retreated a distance and cupped his hands toward Leilin.

"It seems this battle should come to an end."

Leilin looked at his demeanor and figured he wouldn't fight anymore, feeling that the sparring session had been sufficient.

"My lord, I have offended you. Please, for the sake of the Radiant Sovereign, spare my life!"

Prequeil looked directly at Huosi, attempting to beg for mercy.

"Oh? You are actually capable of representing the Radiant Sovereign?"

Huosi spoke with a sneer, his tone filled with disbelief.

Sovereigns were high and mighty; for them to intervene in the affairs of gods, it usually only happened if their children or a Paragon were involved.

As for the Commanders of the Sovereign's Army, the Sovereigns wouldn't care if any number of them died.

"My lord, I..."

Prequeil's brain raced, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

"It seems you are not qualified to represent the Sovereign. Since that is the case, let's end this."

Huosi spoke calmly, then waved his hand, and a massive warship emerged from the void.

"Is this... really okay?"

Inside the warship, Beirut wiped cold sweat from his forehead.

He truly hadn't expected to be brought to a battlefield where a High-God was being confronted; for him, the pressure was a bit high.

Over the years, after he joined Lord Huosi's team, Lord Huosi had launched a new project: the Divine Beast Bloodline Research Project.

As a super divine beast, he was both the sample provider and a researcher, keeping him incredibly busy.

The essence blood of the God-Eater Rat had a huge impact on the entire project, even causing Huosi's battle armor to absorb a portion of it.

Beirut had lost some of his essence blood and was weak for a while.

Of course, the benefits were also significant; Lord Huosi had given him a large number of godheads to eat at will, and Beirut now felt his physical body had strengthened significantly.

Over these hundreds of thousands of years, Lord Huosi had also discovered many things from his essence blood, which even shocked him, the divine beast himself.

Now, based on the bloodline of the God-Eater Rat, Lord Huosi had developed an interstellar warship capable of using his innate divine ability.

The warship could refine godhead essence to strengthen its defenses, and it could even consume energy to unleash its ultimate weapon: the God-Eater Cannon!

When he saw this weapon, Beirut was completely dumbfounded. Could a super divine beast's innate divine ability actually be replicated?

If this were the case, could super divine beasts still be called super divine beasts in the future?

For this battle, Lord Huosi had brought out the God-Eater interstellar warship directly.

To be honest, could this thing actually deal with a Highgod now? Beirut didn't know either; he hadn't even reached the Highgod realm himself! But since the Lord had requested an experiment, he would simply carry it out.

"God-Eater Cannon, fire!"

Beirut didn't have time to overthink it; he pressed the button, and a terrifying surge of energy erupted instantly.

Prequeil felt his consciousness blur for a moment, and then he knew nothing more.

"This innate divine ability is truly perverted."

Adkins watched the godspark being devoured by the warship and couldn't help but shiver.

Now he finally understood why the Lord valued Beirut so highly; this kind of talent was simply inhuman!

Well, he really wasn't human; he was a God-Eater Rat.

Over these years, as Pusiluo and Leilin had successively surpassed him, Adkins had gradually gone from being the strongest under Lord Huosi to the third.

Now, with Beirut not far from breaking through to Highgod, he feared his position as third wouldn't be safe for long either.

It wouldn't be long before Beirut broke through to Highgod, and he would be able to surpass them all directly.