The extraordinary Void Realm Behemoth, emerging from the Void Realm, seemed to still be adapting to the aura of the Present world. Its myriad snake-like bodies and Snake Head and tentacles, numbering ten thousand, seemed to breathe the surrounding air in a bewildered and greedy manner. In just a few seconds, between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of wind caused by the swaying Snake Head, and the heavy, blood-tinged breathing of its tens of thousands of heads.
…However, upon closer listening, one could still catch many screams and wails. One must know that Sero Ancient City was guarded by tens of thousands of Lumina Rebels and cultist defenders. They did not know what their leaders were doing; they only knew they should hold their posts. Yet, they never expected that the catastrophe would not come from the enemies outside the city, but from the very core of the city itself.
However, the deaths, injuries, and wails of tens of thousands of people seemed too insignificant in front of this colossal creature that blotted out the sky.
The boiling smoke and dust seemed to grow thinner and thinner. From the main body, formed by countless flesh and blood, a suppressed, bloodthirsty, and greedy roar suddenly erupted, as if a million hungry beasts were growling simultaneously.
For this Void Realm demonic beast, which represented “Life Predation,” the material world, teeming with life, was a sumptuous feast full of nutrition.
His roar propagated outward for a hundred miles, so much so that even the soldiers of the General Headquarters at the very edge of the forest could faintly hear the sound.
At this time, the Void Realm demonic beast's voice was already very weak, yet it still made the ordinary soldiers extremely uneasy, feeling as if they were being targeted by a natural predator at the top of the food chain.
“Brigadier, Brigadier General… should we still gather everyone?” The guard captain, suppressing his fear, looked at his superior with hopeful eyes.
“Brigadier General? General? Brigadier General Luben?”
The guard captain called out three times without a response. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Brigadier General Luben had simply fainted while standing there—a truly divine skill worthy of the New Year garden party!
The guard captain was speechless for half a minute before remembering that he should find Colonel Sahe, the deputy Commander, to take charge. However, he could not find him anywhere.
After a while, he learned that Colonel Sahe had boarded the airship originally prepared for General Luben five minutes ago, saying that the roar just now must have been suspicious and he wanted to personally observe the situation… However, the airship was heading in the opposite direction of Sero Ancient City and the roar. It was unclear if he was planning to circle Lumina Star to deliver a righteous backstab to the enemy from behind.
The General Headquarters was thus in complete disarray. If the Lumina Rebels and the Wanling Sect had launched a full-scale assault at this moment, they might have been able to fight a glorious annihilation battle.
Unfortunately, it was truly unclear how many rebel soldiers and cultists were still alive in Sero Ancient City at that moment.
At this very moment, at the highest point, closer in a straight line to the Myriad-Headed Beast, the Corsica, an “armed merchant ship,” had just completed its angle adjustment. The projection tubes in its belly slowly opened their gunports, aiming directly at Sero Ancient City below.
The soldiers on the bridge were busy with the final preparations before the orbital bombardment, a hive of activity.
“Enemy target launched sonic attack! Reacting with shields!”
“Shield power dropped by 2 points, failed to penetrate!”
“Surrounding life forms are weakening!”
“High-energy reactions around the target are intensifying!”
“Spatial Concussion Bomb, commencing projection calibration! Five, four, three…”
Autumn Mountain Yawata glanced at the stern-faced Elinore Bonaparte, pondered for a moment, and then asked, “One last confirmation, if I may… Captain Yu Lian, and all spiritual energy users of the Thirteenth Fleet are down there. Is this decision final?”
At this moment, Elinore suddenly recalled Yu Lian’s last communication with her three days prior.
“Senior, the first three minutes after the Myriad-Headed Beast breaks free from the Void Realm and enters the main material world are its weakest! Because it still needs to adapt itself to the rhythm of the main world! It cannot freely use its extraordinary abilities! At this time, all strikes from the material world will have the most direct effect!”
“…That sounds illogical, and I always feel it’s particularly unscientific! Yuli, you’re really becoming more and more like a charlatan! I suddenly feel like I’m drifting further and further away from my sister.”
“No, these are all logics from the field of mysticism! Just do as I say, and when you really blast that guy to smithereens, you’ll find out…”
“Find out that I truly understand the worldview of you spiritual energy users?”
“No, you’ll find that we were never far apart!”
The conversation ended with Elinore instinctively closing the communication in dumbfounded amazement.
Thinking about it now, didn’t I just run away in disarray? Elinore seemed to be both angry and resentful, yet she pursed her lips and let out a soft “pfft.” However, by the time she turned around, she had already hidden her smile, returning to her true colors as the “Saintess of Tulon” and the “Banshee of Targa,” her gaze firm and her aura imposing.
“I am certain!” she said in a deep voice.
“Understood!” the chief gunner responded loudly.
Only Autumn Mountain Yawata, who was closest, saw the senior’s fleeting smile. He instinctively shivered, first feeling great sympathy for Yu Lian, but then was overcome by an uncontrollable anticipation of mischief.
What kind of woman would order an orbital bombardment while her lips curved in a spring-like smile?
Autumn Mountain Yawata suddenly felt that even waiting to see how that guy would clean up his mess in the future would be a kind of enjoyment!
“Spatial Concussion Bomb fully charged!”
“Neutron bomb is ready.”
“Neutron bomb on standby! Spatial bomb, project immediately!”
Three half-human-tall cylinders squeezed out of the torpedo tubes in the ship’s belly. The tail fins behind them traced intersecting light trails in the air, propelling the projectiles whistling towards the giant beast.
The projectiles did not hit the creature’s main body. The extended tentacles and Snake Head formed a tornado-like storm barrier, blocking the Concussion Bomb just a few meters away as if by an invisible wall, preventing them from advancing further.
Immediately after, the projectiles began to crack open, but what erupted from them was not high temperature, gales, or flames, but rather ripples, circle after circle, as if turning the air into a lake, creating unceasing undulations.
The ripples caused vibrations, and the vibrations transformed into raging waves and dazzling white light, as if a small sun had ignited.
The location of the Void Realm Behemoth seemed to be suspended in a time-stopped domain. It was only several seconds after the white light dissipated that it suddenly resumed its flow, with a deafening “boom!”
The formless, ungraspable shockwave easily penetrated the Void Realm Behemoth’s naturally generated shield, directly applying the most direct spatial bombardment to its true form.
Amidst the intense spatial vibrations, the dense, myriad tentacles and heads were naturally the primary targets. In the air ripples, which were impossible to look at directly, at least one-third of the tentacles were completely pulverized, as if struck head-on by countless invisible blades and hammers.
The spatial fluctuations continued to spread, only reluctantly receding into the heavens and earth after further pulverizing the surrounding ruins and broken walls around the giant beast.
This was actually quite good. If this ancient city were to be rebuilt in the future, it would save a significant amount on demolition and construction waste disposal costs.
Indeed, compared to neutron bombs, which cause devastating damage to local flora, fauna, and even bacteria, spatial Concussion Bomb are much safer and harmless, and have even greater destructive power against hard targets. If it weren’t for the limited diffusion range of this weapon, preventing it from achieving maximum deterrent effect, it would have long since completely replaced neutron bombs and tri-phase bombs, monopolizing the field of orbital bombardment.
The Void Realm Behemoth roared again, but this time, even ordinary people could tell it was a roar of pain—if there were any ordinary people still alive nearby.
Elinore on the Corsica naturally heard its screams, but merely said expressionlessly, “Second round, bombardment!”
Another three Concussion Bomb fell to the earth, like divine punishment.
This time, one bomb even passed through the net formed by the tentacles, directly striking the creature’s central body. It was as if a budding carnivorous plant had directly swallowed a lit firecracker; as the muffled explosion spread within it, crimson flesh and black-iron carapace scattered everywhere.
This time, the Myriad-Headed Beast screamed terribly, and in its exasperation, a clear panic emerged.
Since it was a scream of pain, its vigor was naturally not as strong as before. The spread of its voice only reached a little over ten kilometers, merely terrifying a group of fleeing forest sheep into paralysis.
Yes, from a physical standpoint, its voice could only travel that far at this point.
Tens of millions of kilometers away in the outer space of the Luna Star System, a broken corpse floated in the void. In space, it was more minuscule than dust, and even if it floated for thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of millions of years, no one would notice it.
But at this moment, from the wound in its half-shattered head, a trace of crimson light suddenly flashed through the wound, fleeting instantly. Immediately after, that tragic half-face showed a hint of pulsation again. The damaged carapace, like mold in a damp, enclosed environment, began to regrow at a visible speed.
In just a few seconds, within the pitch-black eye socket formed by the carapace, an eerie vertical pupil refocused. Immediately after, red light permeated the pupil, beginning to pulse, like a burning flame of bloodlust and engulfment.
“I’m back!” The half-head let out a low growl.
Purely by its murderous oppressive force, these few low growls were absolutely no less than that of the Myriad-Headed Beast on the planet. However, she quickly realized that she had awakened in space, and no one had discovered her, nor would anyone be intimidated by her roar.
She was silent for a moment, then seeped some spiritual energy into the universe, struggling to adjust her direction. At the same time, her carapace continued to spread over her face, covering all wounds except for the largest gash.
This process took her nearly a minute, finally aligning the most shocking wound on her head in the exact opposite direction of Lumina Planet.
In her eye sockets, the scorching red light seemed to intensify, as if the engine’s furnace had begun to burn.
The crimson light that had just awakened her flickered again, this time more intensely, then erupted from the wound, forming a subtle, invisible light trail, pushing this head towards Lumina Planet.
Perhaps because a small boat is easy to turn and accelerate, in just half a minute, her speed had already approached the speed of light.
If it were truly a mortal body, it would have probably turned to ashes and disintegrated into particles during the acceleration process. However, at the moment the red light flickered, this half-head was enveloped by a thin, transparent light membrane, keeping it completely safe.
If a clear radar happened to scan this scene nearby, it would witness half a head streaking through the void at near-light speed. Then, new legends of celestial oddities would surely emerge in this universe.
A Space-Flying Head Barbarian? It sounds like a pretty impressive ghost story!
