"What... what is this?"
Someone voiced a question from the depths of their soul.
"All the shipborne communication devices have failed, and the shipborne central control systems have failed too. If I were the commander, I wouldn't even understand how I lost!"
Someone marveled at the power of the Purification Protocol.
"How are we supposed to fight this?"
"It's practically the crushing result of technology countless generations ahead..."
"If we can't effectively counter this method, then not a single ship or fleet in the entire universe can defeat an enemy like this! This is practically cheating!"
More people, especially those who understood technology and advanced technological warfare, fell into utter panic!
Why did the swarm make people feel so suffocated they could barely breathe?
Because its reproductive capacity was simply too terrifying!
Why did High-Dimensional Demons give people a sense of despair that they could not be defeated?
Because their fleets were simply too powerful!
But!
Those two disasters were merely the concept of being 'numerous and strong.'
My fleet outnumbers yours, and my ships are stronger than yours.
It was like you used bows while I used guns; you used guns while I used cannons; you used cannons while I carried missiles.
They were powerful, but still ultimately understandable and within an acceptable range.
But this time was different.
With a wave of the Purification Protocol's hand, every ship malfunctioned.
Why?
They did not even know why!
After the Ghost Signal appeared within the galaxy, the Mechanical Empire had once mobilized all its national strength to decipher it.
But they failed.
The consequence of that failure was that the entire Mechanical Empire knelt beneath the Purification Protocol. It was so cruel that even its citizens became part of the ships.
If they had successfully deciphered it, they might have been able to resist the Ghost Signal and the Purification Protocol's invasion.
This Ghost Signal could not only cause Mechatron to degenerate and corrupt, but could even make systems malfunction.
How were they supposed to fight this war?
And the Purification Protocol had more than just the Ghost Signal.
High in the sky, an enormous ship floated alone in space.
A solitary shadow, yet it blotted out the sky and covered the sun!
The size of that starship had already exceeded everyone's imagination.
A ship as massive as a star.
Its hull was impregnable, and its firepower could destroy galaxies!
How was this war supposed to be fought?
"Though it's somewhat ironic, but... Blue Star probably understands those soldiers best right now."
Space-Time Qiang Wei clenched her fists, her face filled with unwillingness and fury.
Liang Bing: "..."
Qiang Wei was indeed right.
In the entire universe, no one empathized with them more deeply than Blue Star.
Because their experiences were incredibly similar.
So similar that Qiang Wei even felt that fleet was the Super Soldier Squad.
At this moment, Liang Bing truly wanted to bitterly complain to Qiang Wei about just how unreasonable and unimaginably powerful the Purification Protocol was, or about the terrifying fact that if it appeared in this galaxy, angels, demons, and the Styx alike would all be utterly crushed.
But Liang Bing could not say anything.
She knew that the Demon Legion... or perhaps the Styx, meant to Blue Star what the Purification Protocol meant to those civilizations.
But she had no choice.
Holy Keisha had to fall, and the Demon Legion had to have somewhere it could truly settle.
As for Blue Star... Liang Bing could only apologize.
However, at this very moment, a thought contrary to her previous beliefs surfaced in Liang Bing's heart.
What if.
What if the things projected on the Light Screen appeared in their universe?
If the entire universe was going to be destroyed, would the Demon Legion still need a planet like Blue Star to live on?
Was there really much difference?
There was no difference!
Any one of the Three Great Disasters could slaughter every intelligent lifeform in the entire universe!
Then what was the correct course of action?
Did the Demon Legion have to offer aid and assistance to civilizations like those hypocritical angels in order to be doing the right thing?
Would that make the entire universe unite against the enemy? Or would doing so allow them to defeat those disasters?
Clearly... it would not!
Liang Bing, too, fell into a degree of confusion.
If the universe had become this dangerous, then what was the point of everything they were doing?
Perhaps Carl understood more.
Unlike the Angel Civilization, which refused to acknowledge Ultimate Fear, everything Carl did was to confront Ultimate Fear...
At least for now, Liang Bing still understood Carl's actions through that lens.
Could Carl's approach be the correct one?
Was that why she was researching the Void so extensively, in order to confront Ultimate Fear?
Instinctively, she sensed a trace of incongruity. Instinctively, she felt that Carl's purpose did not seem so simple.
It was also for this reason that she had spared Angel Yan, spared the newly ascended Angel King of the Angel Civilization.
Angel Yan had only just taken the throne and certainly could not compare to Holy Keisha. If Angel Yan could truly be killed on Blue Star, it would be a devastating blow to the Angel Civilization, which was now about to be left leaderless—no less destructive than Holy Keisha's fall.
But Liang Bing had not done so.
Not because Angel Yan had obtained the Gabriel Armor.
But because Liang Bing had always held a trace of vigilance and wariness toward Carl.
If the Angel Civilization were truly destroyed completely, it would mean one less threat hanging over Carl's head. That was not a good thing.
At this moment, Liang Bing seemed to catch a flash of inspiration.
But it vanished in an instant.
Meanwhile.
Outside the royal palace of Meru Heavenly Court.
Today, the number of patrolling angels in Meru Heavenly Court seemed to have decreased. They had all gathered outside the royal palace, clad in angel armor with pure white wings on their backs, standing neatly along both sides of the road.
Angel Yan... she should now be called the Angel King, Yan.
She walked down the path leading to the royal palace, accompanied by Angel Zhui and Angel Mo Yi, who had just been appointed Left Wing Guardian and Right Wing Guardian.
The royal palace was magnificent and resplendent, faintly exuding a divine aura that seemed to transcend all things.
Facing the doors she had once known so well, Yan took a deep breath before pushing them open.
Creak—
The doors slowly opened.
Several angels stood inside the palace.
Strangely, an angel was already seated upon the throne at the very center of the palace, the throne symbolizing the Angel King.
"He Xi?"
Yan almost instantly frowned, her cold gaze fixed directly on He Xi atop the throne.
"That is not your seat."
"Oh? Is that so?"
He Xi's eyes carried a trace of amusement as she met Yan's gaze without hesitation. "Does this seat have thorns?"
"That is the seat of the Angel King." Yan said coldly, "I am the new Angel King personally appointed by Queen Holy Keisha."
"If you do not come down at once, I can regard your actions as usurpation."
He Xi smiled softly. "What if I truly intend to usurp the throne?"
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