Chapter 1157
[The Third Day of Judgment: The End of the Sea Lineage]
Chapter 1157 [The Third Day of Judgment: The End of the Sea Lineage] (8K+)
The gills on the face of the immortal Napoleon fish suddenly opened, and a fishy, damp smell gushed out. His gaze trembled violently between anger and humiliation, as if someone had publicly torn open a piece of history that he did not want to face.
"You damned dwarf!"
His voice carried the rough sound of seawater rubbing against the shore, his tone laced with malice and... a certain loathing for his past self.
The immortal Napoleon Fish was always bothered by his short stature, so after he became a sea creature, he chose to increase his height. Without exception, everyone who had joked about his height in the past was disemboweled by him.
Ironically, he now stands before another version of himself, just like his former enemy, scorning his past self.
"A land dwarf who always looks up at the world dares to stand before me and talk about kingship? You are nothing but a remnant of my pre-evolutionary self, you are just a dwarf, a dwarf, a dwarf!!!"
Before he finished speaking, the wedge of his miracle had already been fully unfolded.
Suddenly, large shadows appeared on the inner layer of the Time Amber. These shadows did not block out the light, but rather structural fluctuations overflowing from its intrinsic depths, rising layer upon layer, as if an entire fleet was reorganizing in the void.
The next instant, the cannons appeared.
It is not a physical entity cast in metal, but a war symbol compressed from the identity of [Authorized Man Emperor]. The cannons are long and slender with a ferocious outline. The base of each cannon is connected to the core of imperial power within his body, like war organs growing out of flesh and blood.
The numbers expanded rapidly.
Ten gates.
Hundred doors.
Thousand Doors.
Densely packed in mid-air, with cannons all aimed at Datuk, the upper space of Amber was filled with this array of cannons. The Deep Sea Emperor forcibly dragged his territory onto land.
【Griboval Cannon Formation - Murloc Emperor Edition】
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Those weren't projectiles, but rather streams of high-density intrinsic currents.
Each cannon extracts the definition of imperial power from within him, compressing the will of "conquest," "expansion," and "suppression"—which are solidified in history—into shockwaves, and then uniformly loading them into the cannon barrel.
boom--!!
The first salvo erupted.
The instant the artillery fire landed, the spatial structure shifted directly, the outer layer of the time amber was compressed into a thin film, and the shock wave unfolded along its intrinsic trajectory.
The Datuk looked at the Napoleon fish with disdain:
"You've really gone completely astray. The thought of you using the same wedge as me makes me feel disgusted."
He stood in the center of the fire, the hem of his military uniform fluttering slightly in the tremors, and he raised his hand.
“Gribovar artillery position,” he said softly.
The void suddenly split open behind him.
The silver-gray array extends from the crack, its structure more upright than the opponent's. The cannons have no exaggerated decorations, like a pure form of warfare extracted from the battlefields of the old era. Each cannon is closely linked to the identity of "Original Conquest - First Emperor of France".
His artillery array began to operate at high speed, compressing the cause and effect of "order," "conquest," and "will"—which have been repeatedly written about in history—into a core beam, and then aiming it at the shadowy sea of cannons.
boom--!!
The sound of gunfire blotted out the sky.
Each collision tears apart a small section of the intrinsic structure.
The Merman Emperor's artillery array continued to expand outwards, the formation width continued to lengthen, the flanks thickened, and the rear ranks continuously filled in, like a giant deep-sea net that was being unfurled, attempting to overwhelm everything in front with sheer numbers and density, pouring a torrent of energy into the core area of Datuk.
Meanwhile, the Datuk's formation was tightening, its horizontal width gradually decreasing, the muzzle angles uniformly turning inward, and its firepower concentrated on a few key nodes.
However, the precision of tactics silently reveals the difference in skill.
Amidst the roar of cannons, the Datuk raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over the overwhelming array of troops, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Your tactical command has really disappointed me."
He controlled the array with one hand, continuing to compress the firepower, but his tone was as calm as if he were commenting on a game of chess.
"Their numbers are several times greater than mine, yet they've become such a chaotic mess. Their formations are fighting for position, their core is exposed to overlapping firepower, and their flank support is completely disorganized—"
Another precise volley of fire caused a key element of the Murloc Emperor's formation to collapse on the spot.
"It seems that deep-sea mud can indeed smooth out the wrinkles in your mind. Your mind seems to be filled with water, just like deep-sea mud."
The Merman Emperor roared, and his array suddenly surged forward out of control. He abandoned the long-range bombardment and shattered the void with his bloated body. The scales and bone armor rubbed together with sharp cracks as he charged directly at Datuk.
Dato's sword was drawn from his hand, the [Sword of François I] sliding out of its scabbard, its blade slender, its cold light gliding along the crack in time, its trajectory so precise that it almost overlapped with the original veins.
Clang—!
The two figures crossed paths in an instant. The Fishman Emperor's claws swept out with the pressure of the deep sea. Dato's sidestepped and slid, his sword cutting along the opponent's wrist bone. He twisted the wrist, flicked back, and pressed down close to the body, the blade scraping against the scales and sending sparks flying.
The Fishman Emperor threw a backhand punch, the water pressure solidifying into a tangible impact. Datuk used the force to leap up, his sword pointing directly at the power node on the side of the opponent's neck, forcing the Fishman Emperor to retreat half a step.
The speed of the two is getting faster and faster.
Scales shattered, blood splattered, and sword light and claw shadows intertwined in mid-air, creating a dense afterimage.
The rules of Time Amber exerted constant pressure, occasionally forcibly slowing down Datuk's movements by half a beat. His tendons and bones cracked under the backlash, but he still maintained his rhythm and struck the sword, each strike landing precisely at the gap in his opponent's power.
His sarcasm came one word after another.
"Is this the power you gained after abandoning everything to ascend the throne? Were you treated like a beggar and easily dismissed?"
"But it doesn't look like it. If you're being treated like a beggar, why are you putting on such a show?"
He dodged a heavy stomp by sidestepping, his sword flashing back to slice off a thick scale, and the Merman Emperor roared.
"All you can do is bark like a stray dog. Please, do you think you can fill in by yelling?"
The Merman Emperor roared and pressed down again, unleashing his fists and claws, layering the water pressure.
"Why are you like a gorilla, only able to rely on your size to make a scene?"
The Datuk shifted his feet to the side, the blade gliding past the opponent's breastplate, before turning his wrist and delivering a sharp thrust aimed straight for the core.
Is that all you've got?
The sword and claws collided head-on, creating a shockwave. Datuk seemed to be retaliating for Napoleon Fish calling him a dwarf earlier, and his words became increasingly venomous.
As he defied the rules of the Time Amber, he faced increasing sanctions.
However, he didn't care about that. What he needed to do now was to delete this disgusting "dark history" when his projection shattered.
The fighting continues.
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Meanwhile, in the distant observation area, the atmosphere had also dropped to freezing point.
The perspective shifts to Mu's location. Before the old man could even make a move, the enemy had already created a powerful backer for himself, while he, having done nothing, was already enjoying a juicy piece of gossip.
Indeed, sometimes you don't need to do anything; you just need to wait for the enemy to make a foolish mistake.
The eleven lords of the Sea Lineage stood on the circular platform, their faces, which had lost their luster, were now almost ashen. The Fishman Emperor, who should have been an overwhelming force, was now being led by the Datuk, and the situation was spiraling out of control far faster than they had anticipated.
Chamberlain, the king of unusual history, held his hands above the Time Amber, his knuckles white, as the projection of history was forcibly expelled, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The ruler of the Sargasso Kingdom roared, his voice low but unable to conceal his urgency: "Expel him immediately!"
Chamberlain gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't make a sound, I'm doing it—"
Before he could finish speaking, a gentle voice interrupted him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the show has come to an end."
The defenders of heaven have had enough of these clown shows, so they don't intend to waste any more time.
"This farce ends here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu's great spirituality had already locked onto them.
As he spoke, the eleven Sea Lineage Masters present, including the King of Abnormal History, all felt a jolt in their hearts, and then they felt something trembling.
The next moment, they looked at their own bodies, which were trembling; their bodies began to feel fear before their minds could process it.
Then, something more subtle: with just a glimpse of the great spirituality of the defenders of the Kingdom of Heaven, their earthly bodies, which contain consciousness, begin to crumble.
The cell division rhythm was forcibly disrupted, and the DNA strands emitted a faint cracking sound deep within their core.
A higher order is pressing down, forcing their structure to be rearranged.
Matter makes judgments before consciousness does.
The body trembled, the spine bent, the gill slits contracted, and the nerve endings beneath the scales screamed alarms—an ancient instinct surged from the depths of its bloodline.
Danger!!!
The eleven lineage masters stopped almost simultaneously, even their breathing became cautious. They stood still, like a group of prey being targeted by their natural enemies.
Chamberlain also froze, because the primary focus of that great spiritual gaze was himself, and his actions of expelling the Datuk thus came to a halt.
What kind of enemy did Napoleon fish pick for us?!
Mu moved forward slowly, his great spirituality encompassing the eleven masters of the Sea Lineage and Chamberlain, the king of extraordinary history, and those he had targeted…
They dared not move an inch; their instincts told them that whoever moved first would be the first to die.
His hunched back straightened little by little, his aged skin became firmer at a visible speed, wrinkles faded, and his white hair regained its luster; time seemed to flow backward on him.
The cane trembled slightly in his palm.
He gripped his cane in his right hand, as if holding a sword.
The next instant, blazing flames erupted from inside the staff, spiraling upwards along his arm. The flames were pure and incandescent, like light compressed to its extreme.
Flames boiled, the staff reshaped itself as it burned, the wood dissipated, revealing a metal frame, the blade extended from the flames, the sword was long and straight, and flames flowed on both sides of the blade, as if it were alive.
Mu is no longer old.
He was dressed in a pure white robe, the hem of which swayed slightly in the flames. He was tall and upright with straight shoulders and long hair that reached his waist, the pure white strands swirling in the blazing fire.
Those crimson-gold eyes slowly opened, and the oppressive feeling descended as if it were a tangible reality.
He stood barefoot on the ground, flames spreading outwards from his toes, and the surface of the Time Amber cracked instantly.
The [Michael Quantum Module (Miracle)] of Heaven automatically bestows its blessings at this moment.
The modular structure unfolded behind him, with layers of light halos emerging, data and miracles overlapping, the miraculous structure and the intrinsic core seamlessly connected, and a massive flow of computation forming a stable sacred field around him.
Mu raised his longsword.
The sword's edge points vertically upwards, flames soar into the sky, and a beam of light pierces through the top layer of the Time Amber.
"Neville Chamberlain, the trial begins with you..."
Mu's sword-wielding movements were not swift, but they carried an absolute sense of order. The moment the blazing white sword pressed down vertically in his palm, a straight line of light first appeared on the top layer of the Time Amber, and then the geological parameters of the entire continent began to vibrate.
【Michael's Sword - Judgment】
The Defender of Heaven brought down his sword, forcibly tearing apart the tectonic plates of the earth.
The first crack burst open from deep within the soil of the Waterloo battlefield.
The hills, once shrouded in the smoke of war, now roared with a dull thud. The strata rolled over like skin slashed by a sharp blade, tearing apart the deep red soil and rock layers. A straight ravine suddenly extended northward, the crack line carrying a destructive order straight through Brussels.
The crack continued to surge forward, tearing open a fault line that ran through the entire ancient university town of Leuven.
Then came Charleroi, Mons, Valenciennes, Douai, Lens, Lille, Roubaix, Tourcoon, Arras, Boulogne, Calais…
This sword strike cut directly from Waterloo to the Eagle Channel, the entire cleavage line straight and ruthless.
Sweeping across both countries and traversing more than ten cities, it divided the core industrial belt of the former into two.
But what's even more terrifying is not the destruction of the earth's surface.
The moment the sword fell, Chamberlain's core essence was locked in. The crack that stretched from Waterloo to the strait not only tore through the earth's crust but also cleaved the time projection he maintained along the historical thread. The historical remnants of the behemoth trembled violently in the crack, and the nodes that constituted his authority were severed one by one.
His appeasement defense network was forcibly activated on the verge of collapse, with layers of defense models rapidly unfolding and countless causal shields accumulated from historical compromises, political avoidances, and war delays stacked in front of him.
click-
click-
click-
The defense network was operating at full speed, and his appeasement messages began to be torn apart. The advance of the cracks was forcibly slowed down, but that slowdown came at the cost of his own life. His chest suddenly collapsed an inch, his spine made a clear cracking sound, and blood gushed from deep in his throat.
With each layer of flames that the appeasement model blocked, a section of his intrinsic node shattered. Like the continent that had been cleaved in two, his body developed penetrating cracks under the pressure of the sword, and fine light cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, like ceramic stretched to its limit, ready to be completely shattered at any moment.
Finally, Chamberlain's figure swayed violently at the end of the crevice, lying half-dead on an island reef in the Eagle Giri Strait. He had desperately blocked a casual strike from the Defender of Heaven—the Sword of Michael. However, after blocking that attack, he was completely consumed and could not rise again.
Rumble~~~~~~
Rumble~~~~~~~~
This is the sound of seawater overflowing; the scale of the continental fracture is clear and brutal at this moment.
The width of the crack rapidly expanded from tens of meters to three hundred meters, five hundred meters, and eventually approached one kilometer in some areas. The crustal stress was completely out of control, and the seawater in the Yingjili Strait was shaken up and quickly flowed back. A huge amount of seawater poured down along the edge of the fault. Preliminary estimates indicate that the backflow volume exceeded several billion cubic meters in just a few minutes, forming a giant inland tidal wave. Ports, city ruins, and industrial areas were swallowed by the seawater, and steam and salt spray formed a thick cloud layer above the fault.
The faces of the eleven masters of the Sea Lineage turned completely pale at this moment.
Damn it, what kind of monster did they choose as their enemy?!
Their fear hadn't even fully taken hold.
Mu had already disappeared from the spot.
The next instant, he appeared before the lineage lord of the Sargasso Kingdom.
Since things had come to this point, they couldn't just wait to die, so the ruler of the Sargasso Kingdom chose to rebel.
This lineage master wields the power of the deep-sea tides, which expand and devour. The crown behind him displays a green halo resembling layered seaweed, and a tentacle-like information structure spreads outwards.
【The Crown Unfolds - The Ring of Tidal Cycles】
The moment Mu appeared, he unleashed his domain with all his might. A deep green tidal wall rose around him, the spatial density increased suddenly, and water pressure and corrosive power were superimposed at the same time, attempting to trap Mu in the pressure.
Mu simply raised his left hand and gently pressed his palm down.
"This is the path of destiny—"
The spatial structure was reduced to zero under that pressure. The Tidal Wall vanished instantly as if the delete key had been pressed. The tentacles disintegrated into gray light particles in mid-air. The expansion authority lost its support point. The domain parameters were cleared. All unfinished resistance was forcibly erased.
The next moment, Mu's right hand swung down with his longsword.
Flames formed a straight line of judgment along the sword's edge, piercing down from the crown of the Sargasso Kingdom's lineage lord. The halo, along with the intrinsic node, was split in two, and the vertical crack cleaved his body completely in two.
The two halves of the body remained separated in the flames for a brief moment before blazing white flames erupted from the broken ends, forming a huge pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky.
"what!!!!!"
The scream lasted only one breath.
The pillar of fire completely engulfed his body and crown, turning his bones, flesh, and intrinsic structure to ashes in the intense heat, and burning away all traces of his expanding authority.
When the flames died down, only a charred, empty hole remained.
The moment the Lord of the Sargasso Kingdom's lineage turned to ashes in the pillar of fire, the intrinsic structures of the other ten Lords of the Sea Lineages simultaneously experienced violent tremors. Their crown halos contracted abruptly like startled jellyfish, and their bodies instinctively fled in different directions.
The coordinates inside the Time Amber were rapidly rewritten, and ten escape routes unfolded simultaneously. Some attempted to escape into the realm of the tides, some tore open spatial folds, and some used their own authority as a shield to recede layer by layer from history...
Mu did not pursue; he simply raised his longsword.
The longsword, burning with blazing white flames, twirled gently in his hand, its blade tracing an arc in the air, crimson-gold light following along...
The blade flowed smoothly along its edge, his movements as calm as if he were adjusting his breathing, and the slash that had just torn the continent apart was now casually lifted by him.
【Michael's Sword - Judgment】*10
Yes, just now the earth was torn apart, and at the same time, on the information level, it was like a [high-orbit world cannon] slashing at full power...
When the defenders of the Kingdom of Heaven acted as the envoys of the A-rank, all the masters of the Sea Lineage who witnessed this scene were almost brought to tears.
But it's too late to cry, because even crying takes time.
Boom~~~~~
The first sword mark cleaved straight southeast of Youyang, causing the earth's crust to suddenly shatter a hundred kilometers away. The fault line was as if it had been split open by an invisible giant axe, and the edge of the plate was raised by hundreds of meters. Magma from deep within the earth's veins was forcibly dragged out and gushed upwards along the fissures. The urban cluster was displaced as a whole in the shock, and bridges, railways, and energy hubs were pierced through by a single line.
Boom~~~~~~
The second strike turned northwest, sweeping across the industrial heartland. The fault cut through the plate structure for over two hundred kilometers in an almost straight line, tearing open a deep abyss hundreds of meters wide. Inland rivers changed course, groundwater layers collapsed instantly, and crustal stress imbalance triggered a chain of collapses.
Boom~~~~~~
The third sword struck due north, cleanly severing the mountain range. The peaks collapsed with a roar, and the rock layers flipped like pages of a book. Within seconds, the cities along the fault line lost their support, and large areas of buildings slid down to the bottom of the fault.
Boom~~~~~~
The fourth strike slashed diagonally to the southwest, causing the coastal plate to fracture and seawater to flow back in. Driven by the seismic waves, the tides formed a wave wall more than ten meters high, lifting ports and docks and throwing them onto the land.
Boom~~~~~~~~~
Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fifth sword, the sixth sword, the seventh sword...
Sword light flashed continuously in the air. Mu's movements were steady and fluid. Each sword strike precisely locked onto the escape direction of a Sea Lineage Master. The sword marks extended along their original trajectories. Wherever they passed, the crustal structure was directly rewritten. The edges of the plates experienced displacements of hundreds of kilometers. Giant fault lines appeared simultaneously in ten directions. The entire continent seemed to be cleaved open from different angles by ten giant blades.
The moment the tenth sword landed, ten pillars of flame, piercing the heavens and earth, rose simultaneously from ten directions around the center. Blazing white flames erupted from the depths of the fault, illuminating the cracked continental plate and reflecting the firelight onto the shattered earth, as well as onto Mu's face.
His expression remained calm, his crimson-gold eyes hovering steadily in mid-air like two stars, without a trace of extra emotion.
Click~~~
At this moment, the structure of the Time Amber completely lost its stability. The transparent layer that originally enveloped the battlefield began to shift in large areas. Space rolled up like a crumpled canvas, with color blocks overlapping, stretching, and breaking. Blue and dark gold light bands intertwined to form a distorted vortex.
Geometric lines change from straight lines to curves and then to fragments. The afterimages of distant buildings repeatedly overlap and disintegrate among the color blocks. The entire area seems to be dragged into a chaotic optical storm, with time parameters jumping between different dimensions, and the previous second no longer maintaining continuity with the next second.
Mu's gaze moved across the collapsing blocks of color, finally settling on the two figures still locked in combat.
Dato' and the immortal Napoleon Fish were already swept by the aftershocks when the first sword cleaved the continent. The shockwaves raised and lowered their battlefield, and cracks in the ground extended beneath their feet. Flames and the vibrations of the fault lines passed through their intrinsic nodes, making the battle even more dangerous.
Datuk raised his gaze during the brief exchange and looked at Mu in the distant pillar of fire. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a trace of regret that was hard to hide. It was a regret of not being able to personally confront a top expert, like a chess player who sees a more brilliant strategy before the game is over but has no chance to participate.
The immortal Napoleon wrasse is completely different.
He turned back amidst the aftershocks and saw the ten pillars of fire and the cracked continent. He saw the Time Amber twist and collapse before the miracle. His heart clenched, his gills opened and closed uncontrollably, and an unprecedented chill spread from his very core.
Fear surged within him.
In that instant, the Datuk seized the opportunity.
His longsword advanced forward in the almost frozen space of time, its blade precisely piercing through the gaps in the still-open scales on the merman emperor's abdomen, penetrating flesh and the interface between them, reaching the core node.
The immortal Napoleon fish retaliated simultaneously, its giant claws sweeping out in fury, the sharp claws tearing open Dadu's abdomen, blood spurting out, his internal organs damaged in the impact, the two were pierced through each other almost at the same moment.
Datuk swayed slightly backward. He didn't look down at his wound, but instead raised his head, his gaze still fixed on Mu in the distance, a bitter smile on his lips.
"What a pity... If I were still alive, I would definitely find an opportunity to have a good showdown with the defenders of heaven."
His breathing became heavy, but his voice remained clear.
"Only by being able to clash with the strongest beings standing at the pinnacle of the Terra lineage can one say that their life has not been in vain."
The immortal Napoleon Fish was utterly enraged by that gaze. His chest heaved, his anger almost overwhelming his fear, and he roared, his voice tinged with blood.
"You think you've won? That sword strike of yours meant nothing to me! I've already—"
This time, the Datuk didn't show any disdain. For the first time, his eyes revealed a hint of pity, as if he were looking at an opponent who was already doomed to defeat but was unaware of it.
"You win."
He calmly admitted it.
"But so what?"
He shook his head gently.
"How could Napoleon from another world be so ridiculous..."
The immortal Napoleon Fish opened its mouth as if to speak, to refute, to roar, to prove that it had not yet been defeated, but Mu had already raised his sword between the distant pillars of fire. Now that the outcome was decided, he could make his move.
As for what the immortal Napoleon fish wanted to say... what was it babbling on about? The game is over.
The sword drew a simple arc in the air, flames extended along the blade, and a new slash descended straight down, traversing the distorted blocks of time.
The immortal Napoleon fish's open mouth still held the shape of a roar, and the unspoken explanation in its throat was still stuck on its vocal cords. The next instant, the blazing white sword light slashed down, and the flames flowed into the wound where the Datuk had pierced it.
A crack shot into the sky, burning his remaining intrinsic structure to ashes, along with the lingering image of the title "Murloc Emperor."
The flames fell.
The battlefield is now nothing but a broken continent and a collapsed block of time.
Mu had already appeared beside Chamberlain.
Chamberlain knelt on the edge of the shattered earth, the crack in his chest almost splitting him in two. His appeasement defense network had long since collapsed, and the projection of history flickered like a kite with a broken string. He struggled to raise one hand, his fingertips trembling as he aimed at Mu, blood dripping from between his fingers onto the edge of the crack.
His eyes, however, were unusually clear.
"I see……"
His voice was hoarse, yet carried an indescribable sense of dread.
"In that sword strike... I saw something... It wasn't just a simple miracle, nor was it just a simple authority..."
He was breathing heavily, the image of that moment still lingering in his pupils.
"How could an existence like you possibly reign supreme in this world with a human body... The density within you... even the Beast of Error doesn't possess that... That's an illusion..."
Mu looked at him but did not respond.
The flames burned silently on the sword's edge, and his crimson-gold gaze remained calm and undisturbed.
"young people."
His voice remained gentle.
"Knowing too much is not good for anyone."
The sword fell, and Chamberlain was instantly killed.
As his last trace of essence vanished, the entire Time Amber finally lost its connection. The outer structure shattered layer by layer like a crystal being smashed by a heavy hammer, the distorted color blocks broke into countless light fragments, space regained its continuity, the broken flow of time rejoined, and the previously isolated real earth began to reveal the true sky and horizon.
The flames gradually died down.
The blazing white light emanating from Mu slowly receded, his crimson-gold eyes dimmed, and his once upright figure became hunched over again in a few breaths. His long hair returned to its pale white, and the marks of time appeared on his face. The longsword in his hand transformed into a cane, and the flames retreated into themselves, as if they had never burned.
He stood on the edge of the shattered amber of time, glanced at the fragments gradually dissipating beneath his feet, and then stepped outwards.
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In Xia Xiu's eyes, the limited-time return of Time Amber was more like a poorly executed rerun of an old video.
Familiar outlines kept appearing in the void.
When Piercing Duke reappeared with his exaggerated "River of Blood," he was instantly blasted to death by a single "Low Orbit World Cannon" from Lao Xia.
[Green Sun] Old Deng was slightly more durable, barely withstanding the repeated attacks of Lao Xia's Miracle Wedges and taking a few more hits from Lao Xia's Domain Expansion. Unfortunately, the old man, who was outdated, was eventually killed by the young man, who had both good mechanics and good stats.
"Even the revival round is going this badly."
He looked up at the still-operating time curtain with a bit of boredom, and could clearly feel a deeper projection intention brewing. The fluctuations were heavy and enormous, as if some ancient being wanted to use it to squeeze into the battlefield.
For example, the heavy feeling of the stars almost collapsing the star map, which sleeps in the great stillness, is faintly visible at the edges; and the huge star god that is silent in the opening operation, the macroscopic celestial pressure has left a clear mark in his memory.
However, the calculations for Time Amber are clearly difficult.
The fluctuation collapsed on its own as soon as it took shape. The projection interface trembled a few times, as if the machine with insufficient computing power was stuck on the loading screen. In the end, it could only helplessly continue to throw out some old opponents that it had already fought once, as if digging out historical remnants to use as punching bags.
"We're hoping for something new."
Xia Xiu sighed and his elbow strike came down again, smashing a newly formed afterimage of an old enemy back into the time rift. He could clearly feel the will of Time Amber was restless, but it did not have enough authority to mobilize truly heavyweight beings. It could only keep refreshing these objects that he had previously crushed, as if forcing him to play the recording again.
These old rivals who had won the revival rounds with elbows were now back in his place with his elbows.
Just as he was preparing to see what else he could get in the next wave, a dull, crisp sound suddenly rang out throughout the entire space-time continuum.
Cracks spread down from the sky, the color blocks twisted violently, the light curtain collapsed layer by layer, and the Time Amber was smashed from the outside by an external force. All the projections instantly lost their support, and the afterimages fell like broken glass.
Reality reappears.
The deck of the Hornet came into view, and the familiar metal structure and energy network took over the sensory interface again. The air was filled with real wind pressure and engine residual heat.
Three figures landed on the deck at the same time.
Mu remained as amiable as ever, tapping his cane lightly on the ground as if he had just returned from an afternoon stroll; the other two swordsmen were steady in their breathing, showing no signs of the aftermath of battle.
Xia Xiu raised his hand to sense the fluctuations in time, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
"The amber has trapped us for a whole day now."
His tone wasn't harsh, but it carried a hint of dissatisfaction at being slowed down.
Then, his gaze fell on the older angel, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry.
"What's the situation with the Seafaring Alliance?"
Mu simply smiled slightly, a smile that was gentle and composed, as if what had just happened outside the Time Amber was not a miracle powerful enough to tear the continent apart.
"It's all settled."
He gently patted his cane.
"Now all you need to do is lay out your space-based weapons and push forward."
Xia Xiu was not surprised by this answer.
The Sea Alliance made a poor choice, picking the angel with the strongest fist. Naturally, the result was that the entire Sea Alliance was wiped out.