They had breached their drone defense line within monts and launched a counterattack.
It didn’t really matter.
After all, they held a troop advantage, with three tis the manpower compared to the enemy. They could win a war of attrition and exhaust the opposition, but Hari, who was supposed to hold Duge at bay for half an hour, couldn’t even last two minutes...
Eight Haris appeared abruptly in space.
Well!
This was also part of the plan.
After all, their God Annihilator Cannon still had two shots left; if one didn’t kill him, they’d fire a few more tis...
But before they could even lock onto Duge, the eight Haris in space suddenly shattered into pieces. Not only was their armor disjointedly scattered, but even their arms and legs were disassembled.
The eight, now only torsos and heads, cleanly suspended in space, were skewered by Duge...
The energy that initially locked onto Duge could no longer target him.
Duge moved like a ghost from one mothership to another.
One mothership per punch, within a few breaths, all the motherships’ shield energy was thoroughly depleted.
Casually, their motherships were like toys in the hands of a child.
...
"Intelligence was wrong, Duge at least has the strength of a Divine King, help, help!"
The crashing of the shields also shattered the confidence and pride of the Thorne Combined Fleet’s commanders, who, in disarray, rushed to send ssages of distress to the Thorne Divine Tribe.
But that was all they could do.
Quickly, they followed in Hari’s footsteps, becoming limbless trinkets dangling behind Duge...
Not a single one managed to escape.
...
When Duge, dragging a string of commanders missing hands and feet, floated in space,
the gunfire from both sides gradually spread out from dense to sparse, finally settling into calm.
Birmingham and his followers admired Duge, who single-handedly took care of the entire fleet as if he were a God-king.
At this mont, no one doubted Duge’s arrogant declarations anymore.
No wonder he didn’t make battle plans, because there was simply no need...
Raite and Birmingham felt this most profoundly; both had fought against Duge and lost. Although Duge hadn’t won as easily back then.
If Duge hadn’t hidden his strength initially, then his growth rate was terrifying.
Given this trend, their domination of the universe was in sight.
Yet as an Alien Warrior, Duge was destined to leave this universe. Then, what would the status be of this group of followers in the universe in the future?
Unimaginable.
Whether it was Birmingham, Raite, other high-ranking officers, or those warriors who, for love, charged recklessly onto the battlefield, at this mont, all their hearts burned hot, truly seeing hope...
In contrast, the officers of the Thorne Divine Tribe’s motherships, from high to low ranks, were dumbfounded, as if their vigor was drained.
Before the war started, no one believed they would lose; they even prepared to receive their rewards after returning...
But this battle, ant to ensure victory, lasted less than half an hour from start to finish.
They lost, and lost completely.
Everything was more bizarre than a dream.
No one could believe it was real, yet the dreamlike reality unfolded before their eyes.
Likewise, no one escaped.
When Duge dominated the battlefield, effortlessly destroying their shields, both morale and confidence were shattered.
Escape was impossible; Duge clearly possessed the power of a Divine King, capable of shattering shields and destroying the motherships’ power source.
A Divine King was invincible on the battlefield.
...
The events on the battlefield were imdiately relayed to the Thorne Divine Tribe and the Heavenly Gods Clan.
Both the Thorne God-king and the King of Heavenly Gods were on their way.
One to intercept the Origin of Mankind, the other to escort it...
Only a God-king could contend with another God-king.
Now, both God-kings had fallen nearly silent at the sa ti.
...
Thorne God-king.
Supre Ship.
Great General Hamikis broke the silence: "Your Majesty, do we still go?"
Thorne God-king looked at the footage transmitted back from the cot ship, his complexion ashen. After quite a while, he said, "Return."
"What about the Origin of Mankind?" Pri Minister said. "Duge possesses the strength of a Divine King; If he takes the Origin of Mankind back to the Heavenly Gods, then they will have two God-kings. Duge is focused on combat; with Your Majesty’s strength, there’s still a chance to defeat him and reclaim the Origin of Mankind..."
"Return," Thorne God-king clenched his fist tightly, giving the Pri Minister a cold stare.
"Your Majesty, if we miss this chance, we might forever lose the Origin of Mankind," the Pri Minister voiced shakily. "We’ve paid such a high price; if we lose the Origin of Mankind, the Thorne Divine Clan can’t afford a new round of expenditures. Please reconsider, Your Majesty!"
"Duge will not ally with the King of Heavenly Gods," Thorne God-king’s gaze was profound. He took a deep breath, "Pri Minister, send the recent battle footage to the Rad Divine Clan, asking the Saint of Rad Clan to unite with us against the Heavenly Gods Clan."
"Your Majesty, are we really returning?" the Great General asked.
"..." Thorne God-king hesitated for a mont, "Find the nearest civilization to regroup, and have all the officers attacking the Heavenly Gods Clan temporarily pull back. Let’s see how the King of Heavenly Gods deals with Duge before we make a decision."
Hearing the two different commands, the Pri Minister sighed secretly, the heart of the Thorne God-king was in disarray.
...
"God-king, Duge has won," the Peace God murmured. "He seems to have the strength of a Divine King."
"I saw it," the face of the King of Heavenly Gods was uncertain. "Notify all fleets to stop, and later, send a ssage to Duge to comnd his achievent, asking him to bring the Origin of Mankind for an audience."
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