sbdcsierra Chapter 177 Run! Delete this planet's coordinates from the star map forever!
Chapter 177 Run! Delete this planet's coordinates from the star map forever!
Deep in the frigid universe, on the bridge of the flagship of the Apocalypse civilization.
The god leaned back on the commander's throne, elegantly swirling a glass of blood-red wine between his fingertips.
It was a tribute brewed from the "Fountain of Life" of a conquered civilization, and every drop was priceless.
In his eyes, the "purification" operation on this barbaric planet didn't even qualify as a battle; it was merely a casual pest cleanup.
He was already planning how to curry favor with His Majesty the God Emperor after obtaining that "cosmic treasure" in exchange for a more expansive star field as his fiefdom.
Just then.
The enormous light screen in front of him, with its nine blue signal sources representing the life signs of the "Apocalypse Arbiters," suddenly went out without warning.
Snapped.
A soft sound.
Nine stable blue dots turned into a deathly gray, representing the complete cessation of life signals, within the same millisecond.
Clang!
The wine glass, crafted from millennia-old crystal, slipped from the god's fingers and shattered on the hard alloy deck.
The scarlet liquid flowed everywhere, like a pool of glaring blood.
The god general was completely unaware. He suddenly stood up from his throne, leaned forward, and stared intently at the gray light screen.
That handsome face, which was always brimming with arrogance and nobility, was now stiff and drained of color.
"How is that possible?!"
His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with incomprehensible horror.
Nine judges!
Elites equipped with the highest-level "Godslayer Armor"!
The "Judgment Barrier" they set up together would require considerable effort even for someone to personally visit!
Each one possesses the power to destroy a planet!
Now, in just a few minutes, on a primitive planet that doesn't even qualify as a planetary civilization... they were instantly wiped out?
They couldn't even send a single distress message?!
An absurd feeling gripped the god's heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Video! Immediately retrieve the last video footage from inside the barrier!"
He roared at his adjutant, who was already dumbfounded beside him, his voice completely distorted by extreme shock and anger!
"Yes, General!"
The adjutant was jolted awake by the shout and frantically frantically worked on the control panel with trembling hands.
Soon, the last images recorded by the miniature detector were projected onto the main light screen.
The bridge was deathly silent.
The god held his breath, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the screen.
He saw it; nine judges descended like gods into the ancient courtyard.
He saw it; the black-haired young man in shorts, looking impatient, came out.
then.
He saw it; the young man held up one finger.
Just casually, he gently poked at the sky.
Constructed by "law artifacts," the "Judgment Barrier," which is said to be impossible to break even for gods, is like a soap bubble touched by a needle tip.
"Click."
In the silent scene, the god seemed to hear that extremely crisp shattering sound.
The barrier shattered.
Upon seeing this scene, an indescribable chill shot from the god's tailbone straight to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end!
A single finger... pierced through a divine artifact of the laws?!
This is not power!
This is the most naked and thorough contempt and crushing of the legal system that the "Apocalypse" civilization is so proud of!
The god's heart began to pound wildly, and a premonition of impending doom enveloped him.
He forced himself to keep watching.
In the scene, after the black-haired young man broke through the barrier, he glanced at his nine Arbitrators, who had completely crashed, with a look that suggested they were trash.
The young man seemed to say a few words.
"Since you like staying here so much..."
"Then stay here forever."
"Perfect timing, my vegetable garden in the yard is just short of fertilizer."
The moment the words fell.
The young man in the picture simply clenched his fist.
then.
And that was the end of it.
On the light screen, the nine arrogant "Apocalypse Arbiters," along with their "God-Slaying Armor," silently disintegrated into dust that filled the sky.
That concludes the video.
The light curtain returned to darkness.
Inside the bridge, only the increasingly heavy, panting breaths of the general could be heard.
He stared blankly into the darkness, cold sweat trickling down his face.
His body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.
That wasn't anger.
It was an emotion he hadn't experienced for tens of thousands of years, an emotion that had almost been erased from his memory.
It is fear.
Originating from the deepest part of life, it is the most primal fear when facing a higher level of existence that is incomprehensible and irresistible!
He finally realized that he hadn't kicked a hornet's nest this time.
That was a supernova disguised as a planet!
No! Even the destruction of a supernova is gentler than this!
Who exactly is that man?!
"God... God General... We... We are now..."
The adjutant's trembling voice, choked with sobs, came through the phone. He was thankful he hadn't been sent down there; otherwise, he would have become fertilizer for someone else's vegetable garden right now.
What should I do?
Upon hearing these three words, a surge of rage welled up within the god, but it was suppressed by an even deeper fear!
Activate the main cannon? Blast that planet into cosmic dust?
Do not!
His instincts screamed wildly! Sending him the deadliest warning!
If he dares to give this order, the next second, it will definitely be his flagship that turns to dust!
The man's final clenched fist gesture clearly indicated that he glanced in the direction of the camera!
He was warning himself!
escape!
We must escape immediately!
Escape this monster! As far away as possible!
The moment this thought arose, it instantly devoured all his reason and dignity.
The god general no longer cared about any mission or merit; with all his might, he let out a heart-wrenching, completely distorted roar:
"retreat!!!"
"Activate space jump! Maximum power! Get out of this damn coordinates immediately!!!"
"Hurry!! Hurry up!!!"
His voice was filled with despair and madness, as if if a second later, that devil in his shorts would crawl out of the dark curtain of light and turn them all into nourishment!
……
Meanwhile, in the courtyard house.
Lin Fan casually crushed the nine "black cockroaches" to death, then clapped his hands as if brushing off non-existent dust.
He turned around and looked at the group of "employees" and "family members" in the courtyard who had been completely turned into stone sculptures, and frowned.
"What are you all standing there for?"
"Go do what you're supposed to do."
"Qingxue, come here and continue massaging my legs."
He paused, then pointed to Aiolos, who was lying on the ground with a large hole in his chest.
"Hey you, quickly help your brother to the side, don't let him lie in the middle of the road blocking the way."
"besides."
"I wiped all the blood off him. These floor tiles are very expensive."
His tone was calm and natural, as if nothing had just happened.
He remains the same ordinary courtyard house owner, enjoying his retirement.