In the brief mont of a blink, the flagship that Kane and others were piloting inexplicably vanished from the sky.
A massive explosion occurred there, and one could clearly see a black spherical object flying from a distant place, crossing the long skies at an incredibly fast speed to collide with the Crimson Slaughter.
The latter’s Void Shield, capable of withstanding teor strikes and Light Spear bombardnts, crumbled like a fragile eggshell in front of that black sphere.
It only held for a mont before shattering.
Then the sphere tore through the thick deck of the ship, directly entering the cabin within.
Afterward, it overloaded the flagship’s engine apparatus, triggering a violent explosion; orange-yellow Atomic Flas burst forth from every exhaust of the flagship, and amidst the loud booming, a black tide-like ion cloud spread out.
But this was not the end of everything.
As the black sphere exerted further force, an indescribable, massive gravity erupted.
Everything, from the battleship’s Armor to the plasma and flas spreading outside, was swept into it as if ti were flowing backward.
By then, the black sphere had expanded to nearly one hundred ters in diater, looking from afar like a miniature Black Hole, coldly and capriciously exuding a sense of oppression.
The surrounding Escort Ships first attacked.
Beams of various colors tore the heavens apart, and powerful Virus Bombs also cascaded down.
These weapons capable of destroying a continent had no effect on the black sphere; instead, its size grew increasingly larger, and the gravity emanating from within seed to strengthen as well.
The Escort Ships finally realized sothing was wrong.
Flas erupted from the power engines as they aid to accelerate and escape the gravity field.
But by then, it was already too late; dark red gravity tendrils swept out, entangling the Escort Ships like a hunting octopus.
The Escort Ship’s armor, over ten ters thick, was effortlessly compressed, a large volu of air was expelled, and then it was devoured by the black sphere amid violent explosions.
Having acquired so much matter and energy,
The black sphere seed to have slowly reached its limit and began to tremble violently; its outer shell peeled away, revealing an unstable, crimson core inside.
Boom!
Another violent explosion occurred.
Shockwaves swept through like successive waves.
Kane did his utmost to resist, planting the Beheading Axe in the ground before him.
But even so, the imnse impact still hit him, causing him to retreat uncontrollably.
The rapidly increasing temperature inside and the torrential radiation also caused many ulcerated traces to appear on his skin, with fresh blood streaming down his exposed arms.
Boom boom boom!
Finally, the aftermath of the explosion ended.
The continuous thunderous roars continued, accompanied by slight trembling of the ground.
Kane took a deep breath; the air was filled with a pungent sweetness, and the burning, rapid pain spread from his nostrils to his scorching lungs.
However, it was precisely this sharp pain that brought Kane’s groggy brain to clarity.
He opened his eyes.
The entire Mythical Battlefield had completely changed.
The ground, once covered with a mycelial blanket, had disappeared, and fires blazed everywhere.
Huge, deford pieces of steel fell from the sky, trailing long plus of smoke. A chill ran through Kane’s heart as he realized those objects were fragnts of the intestines of the Crimson Slaughter.
The residual dark clouds in the sky had already evaporated in the unprecedented explosion, engulfing the entire sky in a layer of piercing orange light.
And within this slightly distorted light,
A burly figure in black robes was approaching them at a leisurely pace.
Kane took a deep breath, gripping the Beheading Axe in front of him with both hands. At the sa ti, he gestured to his brothers behind him, signaling them to prepare for battle.
About two hundred ters away, the person stopped.
His ssy long hair, bronze skin.
Pupils dark and profound as the Abyss, without a hint of aura emanating from his body.
But that expressionless face instilled a sense of dread in Kane’s heart.
He still wasn’t sure if this person had anything to do with the recent explosion, but his well-honed combat instincts made him subconsciously want to avoid the sharp edge.
"We are just travelers passing by, with no ill intentions. If we inadvertently caused a disturbance, we are very sorry,”
Kane called out loudly, using the common language of the Federation Era.
His speech was infused with spiritual power.
Even without understanding the aning of the language, normal communication was possible.
"Is that so?” Su Heng nodded lightly, seemingly consenting to their words, “But your intrusion has caused a great deal of trouble, and this place is my hunting ground. You must compensate.”
"Compensation
Kane, who rarely experienced being extorted, looked sowhat uncomfortable on his fierce and evil face.
But now he really didn’t want extra trouble.
And if it was just compensation, perhaps there was room for negotiation?
Kane asked subconsciously, “Then, may I ask what kind of compensation you would like?”
Su Heng’s face revealed a smile, “It’s simple, just pay with your lives.”
Before Kane could speak, laughter erupted from the warriors behind him. The implants etched into their brains had been activated, their soft brain matter boiling as if soaked in a bloodthirsty impulse. In such a state, they had no concept of fear and only thought of blood… whether it’s their enemy’s or their own, it mattered not.
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