Melos himself is a martial artist of the Grade B of the Book. The [Shattered Splitting Light] is a set of superhuman weapons tailored for him, which can maximize his martial arts strength. The gaps in the armor are filled with many devices that convert energy into force. The surging flames spew out fierce winds, and the ground spreads out in circles of air waves when he moves.
Grade B martial artists begin to reach the level of the Sun family, easily unleashing energy blasts with their bare hands. Once they get past the early stages of Pugilist Class, they are basically human firecrackers, causing explosions wherever they go.
Melos's combat strength is a force to be reckoned with even in the Shattered Star Ring. General-Grade Armor is cutting-edge equipment, completely different in level from soldier-class and sergeant-class armor. Combined with the ship-slaying sword that amplifies his aura, Melos's destructive power is astonishing.
The heavy blade light burst forth with ripples, creating ravines and churning the earth. The difference between the top combatants and the soldiers was too great, and there was no need for anyone else to intervene. Melos swung his ruggedly designed ship-slaying sword like the wind, his agility far surpassing that of the Hunter King Beast. The Hunter King Beast had nowhere to escape, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Melos's godlike performance ignited the fervor of countless soldiers.
The General-Grade Armor that disappeared for so many years have reappeared!
Who exactly is this armored user?
The Sunil people had a variety of questions in their minds.
General-Grade Armor holds a special place in the Sunil Race. Many people know that it represents the strongest individual combat power of the race, almost equivalent to a totem. The appearance of Melos awakened the dormant memories of all Sunil people.
In an instant, morale soared; in gaming terms, all Sunil members received a "boost to all attributes" status bonus!
Han Xiao watched the show from the sidelines, nodding secretly. Melos was very strong, even far surpassing his own strength at this moment.
"The fact that Melos has started to make his move means that the Sunil Race's trajectory is beginning to follow a familiar storyline..." Han Xiao's eyes darted around. With him acting as a little butterfly flapping its wings, Melos's actions should deviate from the original plot. It all depends on whether there's a chance to abduct him.
The particle cannon fired twice, killing the severely wounded Mountain Beast and Lava Lizard. This weapon was a standard weapon used by advanced civilizations in interstellar warfare, and it was even an obsolete one. With the Sunil Race's energy technology, it could only burn relatively low-level energy sources. Even with these limitations, its power was still sufficient to serve as a powerful weapon for defending the main city.
During the charging period, Melos successfully killed the Hunter King Beast and began to roam the battlefield. Relying on his armor and physical protection, he was not afraid of the beast horde's attack. He swept across the ship-slaying sword and became invincible in the beast horde, stopping the decline of this area.
Melos alone could not stop the entire beast tide, but his role was undeniable, giving the soldiers in this area a chance to catch their breath.
On Planet Aquamarine, a Grade C superhuman could take on an army. Melos was a level higher, and even if the beasts at the end of the Calamity were very powerful, he could still handle them with ease, especially since he was also a tough and resilient martial artist.
Individuals with extraordinary strength are more agile, like sharp knives. At the same level of technology, the difference between high-end combat power and war troops lies in quality and quantity; a powerful individual can be an army in themselves!
Melos leaped and darted, becoming the focus of the battlefield; watching his figure filled the soldiers with renewed strength.
The situation gradually stabilized, and the beast tide ended without serious incident. The military was excitedly trying to contact the Mysterious Person when Melos suddenly swayed, ran into the forest, and disappeared, clearly not wanting to reveal his identity.
Melos felt conflicted. Contact with the military meant the end of his peaceful life and that he would have to follow in the footsteps of Fagorna and others, becoming a guardian of his tribe. Although whether or not to do so was his own choice, Melos felt that he would definitely not be able to remain uninvolved at that time.
Moreover, the higher-ups would definitely demand that he hand over the General-Grade Armor for the race to study, which Melos considered a precious legacy of Delphis, so he was very conflicted.
Although he stepped forward to protect his people, his long-dormant sense of responsibility slowly awakened, but a strong person's personality doesn't change overnight.
In the final days, Melos struggled with his choice while simultaneously offering assistance. The military was constantly Reconnaissance his identity, but he would quickly leave after each battle, maintaining an air of mystery.
A few days later, the whispers in everyone's minds suddenly disappeared, and the Tide ended.
The attacking beast tide suddenly paused. Countless wild beasts awoke from their killing instincts, stopped running, looked around in confusion, and then scattered and fled. The beast tide disappeared.
"The Calamity is finally over." Han Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.
One by one, the soldiers lay down, exhausted and unable to move. Their bodies had reached their limits; the surviving soldiers were simply too tired.
The logistics team cleaned up the battlefield, dragged the sleeping soldiers out of their armored vehicles, and transported them one by one to the medical room.
While the troops were recuperating and resting, people in the city watched the live broadcast of the battle and cheered.
Each time Calamity ends, it's like surviving a catastrophe. Traditionally, a celebration is held a few days later to express gratitude for the army's sacrifices and to commemorate the fallen heroes. This highly ritualistic celebration helps cultivate racial cohesion, relax tense nerves, make people laugh, shed some tears, release some negative emotions, and once again evoke the feeling that "ah, there is still hope in life."
This time, however, was completely different. Just an hour after the Calamity ended, Fagorna's face appeared on televisions in every street and alley.
Fagorna said calmly, "Fellow countrymen, I am Fagorna. I believe many of you know me. I would like to make a statement. From today onwards, on behalf of forty percent of the superhumans—those you call the Protector —I hereby declare our secession from the Sunil Race and that we will never return..."
His words were very resolute, indicating that they had done everything they could and were now going to pursue freedom and no longer serve their people.
The Sunil people were as if struck by an icy rain; their joy and enthusiasm for surviving the Calamity were frozen, leaving them completely dumbfounded.
What happened? Why so suddenly?!
The military leadership was shocked; they had no prior knowledge of the matter.
Far away in the forest, Melos saw Fagorna's declaration through the armor's built-in terminal. Incredulous, he muttered, "Why not Earth Movement quietly?! That way, our people..."
The declaration shocked the entire Sunil Race, leaving them in a state of confusion and bewilderment. They did not know the reason behind it, only that their guardian deity, whom they had always relied on, was about to abandon them!
Why? Why!
So, no one remained silent.
Collapse, disillusionment, despair.
Cries, screams, roars.
This is the collapse of faith! Even the few who harbor resentment towards superhumans felt boundless panic upon witnessing this scene!
The entire clan was shocked!
Fagorna appeared with the superhumans who had decided to leave and walked out. Sunil's soldiers looked at them with disbelief, but involuntarily made way for them.
At this moment, another group, including Reldon, rushed forward in a mixture of shock and anger.
The Sunil superhumans split into two groups: one declared their intention to secede from their race, while the other was shocked and furious. The two sides stood far apart, facing each other with a clear distinction between them.
The mercenaries, who were waiting for the final payment, all wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.
Han Xiao leaned against a tank, glancing sideways at the scene. His eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself, "It's starting."
He had only read rumors and records about the split among the Sunil Race's superhumans, but this time he was able to witness the real situation firsthand.
Let's call the two sides the independence faction led by Fagorna, and the guardian faction that protects the community.
"Why did you do this?!" one of the guardians exclaimed, his expression furious.
Fagorna glanced coldly at them and said indifferently, "I've already made myself very clear. Don't make that face. I know you've thought this way for a long time. Over the years, so many brothers have sacrificed themselves, so many have been crippled because of it. We've done more than enough."
The expressions of the Guardians changed slightly. Indeed, most people had similar thoughts, but few could remain steadfast and unwavering, especially those who had long been immersed in the colorful interstellar world and had witnessed its allure.
Some people let go of their ever-growing desires, while others let them take root and flourish.
"But..." Reldon gritted his teeth, "If you wanted to leave, you could have done so quietly. Why make such a big fuss? Why publicly announce the division? You are destroying the hope of your people..."
Fagorna interrupted Reldon, coldly replying, "So what?"
The members of the Guardians were stunned, feeling that the once steadfast and reliable Fagorna had become a complete stranger.
The two sides were locked in a stalemate, and Sunil's soldiers gradually surrounded them. Further away, mercenaries took out snacks and watched the fight intently, their faces full of interest, as if they wanted to stir up trouble.
Han Xiao casually snatched a strange cigarette-like cigarette from a dwarf mercenary, took a puff, and shrugged, saying, "See? This is the result of a long-distance relationship."
"Insightful." The surrounding onlookers burst into laughter. Mercenaries are a cold-hearted group, lacking any compassion.
Han Xiao took it all in stride. The division of the Sunil Race was inevitable, setting the stage for the demise of the Sunil civilization and also introducing Melos to the story. He was merely an observer at the moment. Only when the Sunil split and descended into chaos would he have room to intervene as a third party. He simply waited for everything to unfold naturally.
Moreover, with my intervention, the split may no longer be the source of tragedy as in the original story, but a new beginning... and I can even benefit from it, which is a win-win situation.
The swirling smoke obscured Han Xiao's narrowed eyes.