Chapter 1255: 1200, another major force Chapter 1255: 1200, another major force “Yes, that was my doing,” Drac said proudly. “And just to let you know, your hymn isn’t ‘about to collapse’—it has already collapsed! The structure of the hymn is too vast, and as early as the 103rd day of the attack, which was 22 hours ago in Holy Silver ti, its core frawork completely disintegrated, shattering into pieces.”
“That ans your biggest reliance—the hymn—is utterly nonexistent! If you don’t believe , try sending a ssage to the hymn and see if you get a reply.”
“…” King Zhou of Shang’s expression instantly darkened, looking very ugly.
He didn’t have a particularly deep understanding of the monuntal changes that had happened to the hymn. If Drac was telling the truth, then things might be worse than he had imagined!
Lin Ke and the other students imdiately opened their communication terminals to send ssages to the hymn. Lin Ke even switched to more than a dozen different locations to send varied ssages to the hymn.
But the results drove them to despair—the hymn, as Drac had said, didn’t reply to any of their ssages.
In light of this, the hymn was probably…
“Impossible, this must be so kind of trick! The hymn is so powerful; how could it just collapse like that?” In the group of students, so of them shook their heads desperately, unwilling to accept reality.
Of course, more students were stunned into a stupor, completely petrified.
Lin Ke couldn’t help but tremble slightly, the current events feeling so unreal, like a dream, that he was at a loss.
“If this is really just a nightmare, then I need to wake up from it fast!” was his only wish.
The other creatures present, whether Blue Star People, Skrull people, or high-ranking Skrull intelligent creatures, had also turned dumbfounded, standing motionless.
The scene no longer resembled a battlefield but more like a quiet, uninhabited mountain area in deep winter, silent everywhere.
The only one who seed relatively calm was King Zhou of Shang.
King Zhou of Shang and Su Yu had similar thoughts.
He knew the imnse changes at the hymn would have drastic implications, but the issue at hand still needed to be prioritized.
They had to first deal with Drac, the fatal threat. The matter of the hymn could be considered later.
…
After briefly pondering, King Zhou of Shang looked sharply at Drac and asked, “Drac, you just ntioned ‘the hymn being attacked.’ Who attacked it? The Crystal Blue Community? Do they have that capability?”
Before starting the fight, King Zhou of Shang wanted to clarify this matter.
Logically, the only force capable of attacking the hymn would be the Crystal Blue Community.
However, the issue was the Crystal Blue Community and the Holy Silver Federation were considered similarly matched in strength; according to the power rankings given by the Singer Civilization, both civilizations were on the sa level.
Even if the Crystal Blue Community launched an assault, they couldn’t possibly defeat the core of the Holy Silver Federation—the hymn—in such a short ti, could they? If they truly had such strength, why would they be ranked on the sa level as the Holy Silver Federation?
So, intuition told King Zhou of Shang that there must be another force involved in the war, and it was one powerful enough that the Holy Silver Federation couldn’t resist.
Drac didn’t want to answer King Zhou of Shang’s question initially because he had grown rather tired of the endless conversation with him.
But after further consideration, he still said, “The attack ca from another force. According to the feedback from the Crystal Blue Community, that force collaborated with the Crystal Blue Community to confront the Holy Silver Federation, and it was they who brought down the hymn…
That’s enough information for now.
King Zhou of Shang, I’ll give you a choice—surrender now, and I’ll take you to et the Divine Master, and we can beco colleagues. We can go forth together and ravage and blood-sacrifice weaker civilizations…”
“Divine Master” is the moniker for the leader of the Dark Energy Rebel Army, rumored to be a great Nebula Level existence. Nobody knows the true identity of the Divine Master; he always had his subordinates refer to him as such.
King Zhou of Shang certainly knew of the great na of the “Divine Master,” but he wasn’t moved and rely smiled faintly, “And if I refuse?”
“If you refuse, there’s just one word—death!”
Drac turned his head and growled, “Believers, prepare for battle!”
“Understood! Great Lord Drac!”
Upon receiving the order, Drac’s troops imdiately sprang into action.
They quickly ford into arrays according to their usual habits, each face adorned with a ferocious, wild smile.
To these mbers of the Dark Energy Rebel Army, Lord Drac had already resolved to destroy this world, and everything in it was to beco material for their blood sacrifice.
They were about to revel in the wails of the indigenous creatures, basking in the growth of the indigenous powerhouses amidst a sea of blood, letting fear perate every inch of the land on this planet.
Now, all they needed was for Lord Drac to give the command, and they would strike imdiately!
Simultaneously, the Holy Silver Federation’s army was also making its move.
Without waiting for King Zhou’s instruction, they rapidly arranged their formations.
However, their arraying was rely a chanical muscle reflex; the emotions of every Holy Silver soldier, every God Level warrior, had plumted to rock bottom.
On one hand, they were being tornted by the “mark of the vanquished,” and on the other, they had also heard Drac and King Zhou’s exchange.
If the hymn truly collapsed, it ant the backbone of the entire Holy Silver Federation would be gone, and perhaps the Federation itself would cease to exist!
Where would these soldiers go then? What would they fight for?
Both concerns ravaged the entire army, leaving them utterly devoid of the will to fight. If they fought now, their combat effectiveness would be reduced to one-tenth.
King Zhou was painfully aware of the psychological state of his troops; he saw the plumting morale of his entire army right before his eyes.
But he didn’t care.
Because he held a trump card that could turn the tide of the battle!
Now, at the army’s lowest ebb of morale, it was ti to use this mystical weapon!
“Do you really think your ‘mark of the vanquished’ is effective, Drac?” bellowed King Zhou.
He took out a white object from his Space Ring.
The object was a statue of a Holy Silver female, about 30 centiters tall, purely white, yet as smooth as jade stone.
The pure white statue had just one distinct feature—its eyes were golden, emitting a blinding light, like two dazzling searchlights.
King Zhou rapidly channeled over a hundred streams of Spiritual Energy into the statue and inscribed a micro Array with a diater of 3 centiters on the back of the statue at a speed invisible to the naked eyes of even God Level beings.
In less than half a second, the statue “swooshed” as it exploded and expanded into a glowing golden sphere with a diater of 60 centiters.
King Zhou didn’t hesitate and imdiately threw the golden sphere behind him.
Less than a second after it was thrown, the golden sphere reached the airspace above the Holy Silver army and exploded again.
“Pop!” The explosion sent countless golden strands, each 5–6 centiters long, rapidly expanding and covering the entire Holy Silver army in just 3 seconds.
Like sentient beings, the golden strands touched the bodies of the Holy Silver soldiers and God Level warriors and imdiately burrowed in, lting away on their skin like ice and snow.
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