Planet Twilight.
Let's rewind to three minutes ago.
Inside the "Morning Star" reconnaissance tower, one of the 16 Space Detection Tower in the Southern Hemisphere, the tower master Sairis Locke, who is in charge of all affairs, is sitting back in a soft leather chair, with various tea sets neatly arranged on the coffee table in front of him.
Beside him, Benick, his lackey and brother-in-law's subordinate, was carefully serving his tyrannical brother-in-law.
"How's business down here lately?" Sairis asked slowly as he ground tea leaves to make a tea powder with a Blood Clan- like flavor.
Benick's face fell, and he said haltingly, "Because of the Planet Amethyst Battle, the Crimson Alliance defeated the Saila Empire, greatly enhancing its prestige. Many companies that had verbally agreed to trade cooperation with us have chosen to sever ties, saying they dare not offend the Crimson Alliance."
Since the Blood Clan initially developed within the Crimson Alliance system, most of their business partners were also partners of the Blood Clan Crimson Alliance. Their businesses overlapped significantly, making it impossible to separate them in the short term; a gradual approach was necessary.
Therefore, when the Crimson Alliance declined, its allies were relatively proactive in cooperating with the Blood Clan. However, once the Crimson Alliance rose again, these opportunists immediately adopted a disdainful attitude towards the Blood Clan, generally saying things like, "Who are you? I don't know you. Don't try to ruin our relationship with the Crimson Alliance. You're filthy, stay away from me..."
This situation reached its peak after the Planet Amethyst Battle, further compressing the living space of the Blood Clan.
In this way, the choices facing the Blood Clan leadership become obvious.
First, return to the Crimson Alliance.
Second, find a powerful patron.
Blood Clan are inherently greedy, so after careful consideration, they decided to have it all!
Kudolin was to lead a group of former "Integration Faction" members of the Blood Clan to the Crimson Alliance. No matter what difficulties or humiliations they faced, they were to hold on and try to reintegrate into the alliance. The bargaining chips were the blueprints for the Titan Fortress and the Firmament Class Fortress, as well as the relatively mild attitude of the Crimson Alliance's Conservative Faction towards the Blood Clan.
Meanwhile, the main force of the Blood Clan secretly contacted the Guta Federation, preparing to pledge allegiance to the dominant power of the Elven Plane.
As for whether the Ancient Guta Federation is controlled by the Primordial Evil God, the Blood Clan don't care. So what if it's an evil god? As long as they give us enough benefits, nothing else matters.
After breaking away from the Crimson Alliance, the Blood Clan are increasingly reverting to their primal nature, and their moral constraints are visibly crumbling, gradually releasing the dark side that has been suppressed for over a thousand years.
However, the entire clan's defection to the Guta Federation is a major event and a huge undertaking, requiring sufficient time for planning.
From this perspective, Kudolin and others could be seen as expendable pawns, used to hold back the Crimson Alliance and prevent Alliance from retaliating against the Blood Clan too quickly, thus allowing enough time to transfer resources.
Otherwise, why Kudolin so few people? Even if the Integration Faction wasn't very powerful, surely they could muster so little strength? Only four Flying Star Spaceships, which made it so that even a Red Lion Star Pirate Group dared to attack them.
The news that the clan was about to join the Guta Federation could be kept from those below, but for a cadre like Sairis, who had almost risen to the top of the Blood Clan, he could hear some fairly certain rumors. Combined with information he obtained from other channels, he could also make a fairly accurate deduction.
Therefore, upon hearing his brother-in-law's words, Sairis simply laughed and did not launch into his usual tirade, leaving Benick, who was cowering and waiting for a barrage of insults, completely bewildered.
However, Benick knew his brother-in-law's temperament quite well. He could tell from the laughter that Sairis was in a good mood, so he quickly chuckled awkwardly and took the opportunity to try and find out some information.
"Brother..."
"Huh? Using job titles when you're at work!" Sairis snapped, glaring angrily.
"Yes, yes, Your Excellency Tower Master." Benick wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked the question that had been causing him considerable anxiety and sleepless nights since the Amethyst Battle, "Tell me, if the Crimson Alliance suddenly attacks, can we hold them off?"
Sairis turned around abruptly, glaring angrily at his good-for-nothing brother-in-law. He raised his hand to strike, but seeing Benick's trembling body and fearful face, he couldn't help but sigh and lower his hand.
After all, he's her brother-in-law, so she should take care of him when necessary. Although she couldn't reveal information from higher-ups, it was still quite necessary to calm Benick down.
After a moment's thought, Sairis said, "Lord Kudolin's Planet Twilight defense system is designed to rival the five high-magic planets, with a total of twelve lines of defense. Every planet in the Twilight Star System is densely packed with high-tech weapons, and we've also hired elite mercenary groups at great expense. The defenders already have the advantage and can absolutely withstand the Crimson Alliance's attack, so you don't need to worry at all."
Hearing this, Benick breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the worry on his face hadn't completely disappeared. Seeing that his brother-in-law seemed to be in a good Heavenly Heart, he seized the opportunity to move closer and asked softly, "What if the Crimson Alliance hadn't launched a large-scale military campaign, but instead sent several Pillar of the Nation to storm Planet Twilight?"
Upon hearing this, Sairis burst into laughter. He looked at Benick with a mocking expression, pointed to the floor beneath his feet, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
"Space Detection Tower!! Also known as Space Confinement Tower, it's the pinnacle of space technology from the Guta Federation. Just one tower is enough to seal off the entire space of Planet Twilight."
"There are a full 32 Space Detection Tower on Planet Twilight, 32!! Do you know what that number means, you idiot? Even Peak Demigod in the space system can't directly break into Planet Twilight, understand?"
"But I remember that the newly Pillar of the Nation of the Crimson Alliance, Lancelot, the Radiance of Holy Light, could shatter space and teleport..."
"Lancelot? Don't be ridiculous. Can the space he shattered compare to Planet Twilight, which is protected by 32 Space Detection Tower?"
Thump!!
A deafening roar resounded, shaking the very space. The Space Detection Tower seemed to have been struck by a giant hammer falling from the sky, sending countless fragments flying and riddling the Blood Clan who had no time to react with bullets.
Space fragments flew everywhere. Benick wiped the warm blood from his face and stared blankly at the sky.
The countless fragments produced after the dome shattered flew like snowflakes, and golden Holy Light shot out from the enormous vortex that covered the entire sky. When it landed on his skin, it ignited into flickering flames.
The stinging pain snapped Benick out of his dazed state, and he frantically patted the Sin-Burning Fire spreading across his body while searching for his brother-in-law, Sairis, but there was nothing there.
The entire Space Detection Tower, except for the area where he was, had vanished, like an ice cream stick that had been eaten down to its end, and he was trembling at the top of that stick.
Call!!
Flames rose, completely engulfing Benick, turning him into dust, which drifted and merged into the land of Planet Twilight, dust to dust.
Lancelot stepped out of the vortex of Holy Light, his majestic and domineering gaze sweeping over the shattered Space Detection Tower, nodding with considerable satisfaction.
The upgraded Hyper Space Railgun by Logo was indeed very useful; before, he wouldn't have been able to directly enter Planet Twilight.
Fortunately, the Steel Feather Cloak was upgraded again after the Amethyst Battle, reaching the quality of a six-star Immortal. Combined with the upgraded Hyper Space Railgun by Logo, Planet Twilight's space defense system could no longer stop him. Without this move, Lancelot wouldn't even be able to enter the gates of Planet Twilight. The more Haki his speech in the council hall was, the louder the slap in the face would be.
With his hands outstretched, golden Holy Light erupted wildly from Lancelot's body, spreading and penetrating everywhere. At this moment, he seemed to have become the Holy Light itself, the source of all light.
On Planet Twilight, countless beings with the Blood Clan bloodlines, once touched by the Holy Light, will scream in agony as golden flames ignite the moment they touch, and in the blink of an eye, they will be engulfed by the holy flames that burn away their sins, their bones, flesh, internal organs, and even their souls... all reduced to nothingness.
In an extremely short time, tens of millions of the Blood Clan beings were instantly annihilated, including some Legendary beings.
At this moment, the elite forces and individual powerhouses of the Blood Clan finally reacted. Various alarms blared across the sky, and tens of thousands of the Blood Clan warriors, wielding all sorts of weapons of war, opened fire on Lancelot in retaliation.
' Holy Light Barrier!'
Lancelot simply extended his right hand, spreading his five fingers, and a thick golden barrier appeared before him, easily blocking all attacks. At the same time, the Energy Black Hole hidden within it quickly converted some of the damage he received into energy, which was stored in his Steel Feather Cloak as a backup hidden energy source.
Lancelot, who possesses an "Energy Black Hole" and an "Undying Holy Spirit," is least afraid of group attacks. As long as the attack threshold he can withstand does not reach a certain level in a short period of time, no one can harm him.
Even if he could be instantly killed, like the sudden attack by the Primordial Evil God on the Amethyst Battlefield, as long as he has a single cell left and his Steel Feather Cloak is not Destruction, Lancelot will have a chance to be fully resurrected.
Achieving these two things is virtually impossible, at least in the Elven Plane.
As crimson moonlight appeared, a group of the Blood Clan elders coalesced into a complete form within the light.
Gazing at the imposing figure above, who seemed like a god of light descending, the Blood Clan elder, Ulan Ross, narrowed his eyes, his teeth grinding together, his expression a mixture of fear and rage.
"Lancelot..."
Bloody Madam Tuya Locke was terrified, her face turning pale, and she staggered backward uncontrollably, showing signs of losing her fighting ability even before the battle had begun.
On the contrary, Karen Morgan, who was weaker, was furious but not particularly afraid. He stared menacingly at the towering figure in the sky and roared, "Lancelot has personally descended! Kudolin is doomed! We Blood Clan have no way out! We must fight to the death! Follow me!"
After roaring, Karen Morgan actually shot straight into the sky against the Holy Light. The scorching light set his clothes ablaze, like a moth drawn to a flame. If someone who didn't know the cause and effect saw this, they might think that Lancelot was the villain and Karen Morgan was a fighter against tyranny.
Karen Morgan's fearless act undoubtedly ignited the passion of the Blood Clan in their resistance. Adrenaline surged wildly, and countless surviving Blood Clan roared as they marched to their battle stations.
Some wielded weapons of war, others used ranged magic attacks, and some skilled in melee combat followed Karen Morgan straight towards Lancelot, preparing to launch a surprise attack from the front and back, using their lives to entangle Lancelot and buy time for their clansmen behind them. Some Blood Clan even chose to sacrifice both their souls and bodies in exchange for power far exceeding their own, to fight against this great demon in the sky.
Faced with this resistance, Lancelot, enveloped in Holy Light, simply raised his hand, and a spear seemingly forged from golden light fell into his grasp.
The Golden Thunder Spear transformed into the Golden Light Spear, increasing its destructive power dozens of times.
Lancelot's right arm bulged, rising like a mountain range, and after gathering his strength, he thrust it down fiercely!
Thump!!
A deafening sound reverberated through their very souls. Some Blood Clan who had miraculously survived Lancelot's attack on Planet Twilight clutched their ears in agony, rolled on the ground, and finally, their eyes widened as their bodies exploded—they had been literally blasted apart by the shockwave.
If the aftershocks were already so terrifying, the horror experienced by Karen Morgan and other Blood Clan who faced this attack directly was indescribable.
From Karen's perspective, the ant he once disregarded remained indifferent to Karen's suicidal attack, displaying a cold and unperturbed expression. Karen simply thrust his gun down with ease, and then... all that remained before Karen's eyes was light!
Everything vanished—body, soul, senses...
"So this is what death feels like...?"
Karen Morgan vaguely remembered that suddenly, he seemed to feel the call of some great being. Opening his eyes, he saw only a pair of sacred, gentle eyes, as if divinely favored, making him involuntarily reach out, wanting to touch them...
One after another, Holy Spirit slowly rose up, and the large number of the Blood Clan killed by Lancelot were transformed into part of the [Holy Spirit Pure Land] under the intense Holy Light energy.
The Holy Spirit at the Demigod level is difficult to convert, but the conversion rate of the Holy Spirit below this level will be greatly increased.
As time went on, the number of resisting Blood Clan decreased rapidly. Instead, the Holy Spirit Legion, accompanied by sacred hymns, engulfed the entire Planet Twilight, shrouding it in incredibly intense Holy Light.
"This... this is impossible, how can he be so strong..."
The Grand Elder, Ulan Ross, muttered in disbelief as he parried Lancelot's casual attacks.
He couldn't understand how this guy's combat power had increased so much since the Amethyst Battle, which had only been a short time ago.
Shouldn't each advancement to the Demigod level take centuries? Why is it that with Lancelot, time seems to have become a condensed essence?
"Monster!"
Tuya Locke's teeth chattered. Under Lancelot's "Haki" influence, waves of fear of death assaulted her, making this alluring and Bloody Madam seem to be broken, and her eyes began to glaze over.
Faced with the fear of the Blood Clan Demigod, Lancelot remained silent, showing no intention of showing off in front of his enemies. He simply continued to launch attacks, one after another, his Holy Light Spear relentlessly piercing down, each strike capable of killing even the weakest Epic- level Blood Clan.
Holy Light surged towards the entire planet like a golden wolf, with countless living beings rising and falling within it. The golden tide grew faster and faster, and in a very short time, it enveloped the entire Planet Twilight.
From the perspective of outer space, one would find that this magical planet, rich in natural elements, has now become almost an ocean of light. The light element factors seem to have returned to the Plane of Light, rejoicing and jumping for joy. The fire element is also thriving, becoming extremely active. The activity of these two elements further amplifies the power of Lancelot's attack.
It was clear that almost nothing was left on Planet Twilight.
With a deafening roar, a crimson barrier descended from the sky, blocking the surging, roaring tide of Holy Light.
The one who blocked Lancelot's attack was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was wearing a blood-red robe, his eyes were black, and his long hair, which looked like congealed blood, went past his heels and trailed behind him like a cloak.
This person is none other than the Second Blood Ancestor, one of the three great Blood Ancestors, nicknamed ' Blood Sea ' Ross.
"The Crimson Alliance, is this a prelude to a full-blown war?!"
The Second Blood Ancestor stared at Lancelot, his eyes, completely filled with bloodlust, revealing nothing but anger and killing intent.
"No need for further words, kill him!" The Third Blood Ancestor, Blood Blade Morgan, stepped out from the side. The surface of the blade he held seemed to be coated with a layer of sharp light, making it extremely sharp and gleaming with blood-red light. Even the space itself couldn't help but crack open.
Behind the two Blood Ancestors, in the thick blood mist, a coffin engraved with golden Rose patterns slowly emerged. The coffin lid opened, and a figure resembling a mummy floated out. His body was withered, but as countless blood mists entered his body, he visibly became plump, transforming into an old man with a ruddy complexion and a robust physique.
First Blood Ancestor, Blood Resentment Locke, is the undisputed leader of the Blood Clan and the most prestigious person.
The moment he appeared, the remaining Blood Clan forces on Planet Twilight experienced a surge in morale, squeezing out their last ounce of strength to frantically resist the Holy Spirit Legion's attacks.
Three Peak Demigod appeared simultaneously, accompanied by the Grand Elder Ulan Ross and other Blood Clan Demigod, confronting Lancelot, who was enveloped in Holy Light, from a distance.
In an instant, the entire sky was clearly divided into two regions: one blood red, the other radiant gold. The two waves collided, stirring up deafening sonic waves. Space crackled and shattered at the boundary, creating a magnificent and vast scene.
Inside the Crimson Alliance's council chamber, the hearts of the high-ranking humans sank upon seeing this.
Star Vein Eusius immediately stood up. "We must go and support Lancelot; we can't let him fight alone."
Moon Poem Jacqueline immediately seconded the motion. Although she and Eusius disagreed with Lancelot on political matters, they were quite satisfied with Lancelot himself. The Conservative Faction wanted to do everything they could to protect this super genius who had risen to prominence during the Alliance's crisis.
Mechanical Bishop Belotti didn't say a word, but he had already stood up and even took out a long-distance spatial teleportation device. He was ruthless and didn't talk much; he rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight.
This scene brought a smile to Maxwell's eyes, but he, who should have been the most eager Pillar of the Nation, remained unusually calm. He waved his hand, gesturing for the other Pillar of the Nation to sit down, and said, "Lancelot knows what he's doing. We old folks should give the younger generation a chance to prove themselves. Don't rush, let's wait and see."
Why is Maxwell so calm?
The reason is that a few days ago, after the Steel Feather Cloak underwent another quality upgrade, he and Lancelot had a private sparring session.
As for the result... let's not talk about it.
In short, after the sparring match, Maxwell kept exclaiming in his mind, "Holy crap, this young man!!"
Maxwell thought he was strong enough, but after fighting Lancelot, he suddenly realized what it meant to be outmatched.
However, out of consideration for their elders, neither he nor Lancelot mentioned the sparring match to anyone else.
Seeing Maxwell's calm demeanor, Eusius and the others, though puzzled, suppressed their urge to provide support and continued watching the projection image condensed by Jacqueline Moon Poem magic.
"What a monster..."
The First Blood Ancestor spoke in a hoarse voice, his gaze towards Lancelot filled with complexity and apprehension.
Upon hearing this, the Second Blood Ancestor's expression changed slightly. He felt that his elder brother was boosting the morale of others while diminishing their own, and coldly said, "No matter how strong he is, he is only Demigod. Before reaching the God Level, he is just at the same level as us."
After saying this, the Blood Sea surrounding the Second Blood Ancestor surged wildly. The remnants of countless fallen Blood Clan members greatly boosted his power, allowing the entire Blood Sea to briefly resist the invasion of Holy Light.
This is why the three Blood Ancestors appeared last; they wanted to gather the power of their fallen kin to strengthen themselves and win this war of annihilation.
The Holy Light of the entire Planet Twilight receded as the blood waves surged, and countless blood-red skulls rose upwards, eventually converging into a gigantic maw covered in fangs that blotted out the sky, lunging toward Lancelot.
Thump!!
A wave of blood surged skyward, the Second Blood Ancestor's pupils trembled, his breath hitched, and he stared incredulously at the scene before him.
That human... he actually caught his own Slaughter technique, Mouth of Devouring Annihilation, with his bare hands!
How is that possible?
How can there be such a powerful Peak Demigod?!
This seemingly casual scene was even more unforgettable for him than killing the Second Blood Ancestor.
This applies not only to the Second Blood Ancestor, but also to the First Blood Ancestor and Third Blood Ancestor.
Especially for the First Blood Ancestor, even though he had already overestimated Lancelot, a little guy whose age was less than a fraction of theirs, the scene that appeared before him still shattered his worldview without mercy.
Boom!!
However, being the most experienced, the First Blood Ancestor reacted the fastest despite his shock. The coffin behind him suddenly enlarged, covering the sky and engulfing Lancelot, attempting to imprison him within.
Swish!
As Lancelot crushed the blood-red skull with one hand, he thrust his spear forward with his other.
A pillar of Holy Light pierced the sky, blasting the blood-red coffin away, which tumbled back into the hands of the First Blood Ancestor.
"Attack together, don't hold back..."
Grabbing the "Coffin of Blood Resentment," the First Blood Ancestor spoke solemnly. Lancelot's attack had finally made him feel an unprecedented deadly threat.