141: Chapter 141 Federation Fleet: Fatten Up Before Slaying

First Layer, Ninth Stage, cleared!

Following the prompt from the illusion tower, Chen Mo slowly withdrew his right hand, and the 21 points of divinity burning within his soul instantly calmed down.

The Tier 4 Wither and Flourish Tribulation could ignite a maximum of 40 points of divinity at once.

In other words, if there was sufficient divinity, it could provide a 550-point boost to all attributes in one go.

Of course, the more powerful the divine technique, the greater the cost.

Besides the terrifying consumption of divine power, burning divinity was also a huge burden on Chen Mo himself, so he generally used this divine technique as a desperate, Life-or-death move.

Second Layer, First Stage, beginning.

Along with the new prompt, the environment around Chen Mo changed once again.

The arena disappeared, replaced by a silent void.

Before Chen Mo could recover, void wormholes suddenly opened up all around him.

In the blink of an eye, a void fleet flying the Federal flag emerged from the nearby spatial wormholes, forming a perimeter with him at the center.

Fire!

A cold voice rang out; it was clearly the commander of this fleet.

In an instant, hundreds of energy beams, each with power comparable to a Rank 9 Martial Demigod, reached him.

Not only that, three Martial Demigods lunged at Chen Mo simultaneously.

These three individuals were flickering with hundreds of magical blessing light patterns, and the source of these magical blessings was none other than the commander stationed at the rear.

Three Martial Demigods and one magic-user!

The standard configuration for a Demigod-level Federal fleet.

Good grief!

Chen Mo's pupils constricted, and without hesitation... he turned and ran.

Encountering an organized Federal army, the stupidest way to handle it was to fight head-on.

The standard configuration of three Martial Demigods and one magic-user was never meant to kill enemies, but to intercept them.

The real lethal weapon was those hundreds of Federal warships.

These steel behemoths, formed by the combination of technology and magic, had once been the nightmare of many civilizations hostile to the Federation, but now they had become blades swung at Chen Mo.

Stop him!

The three Martial Demigods immediately gave chase.

That's the one advantage of martial artists—they have tough bones!

Their vigorous martial aura and tyrannical physiques, capable of bathing inside a star, gave them the confidence to tangle with any opponent of the same rank.

Chen Mo shot the three Martial Demigods a cold glance, but had no intention of stopping.

He knew very well that the motherships of Federal fleets were all equipped with Intelligent Life.

Although they were only the lowest-level Intelligent Life, given enough time, they would inevitably be able to lock onto him perfectly.

And once the lock was complete, he would be greeted by the near-insane firepower suppression of hundreds of warships.

Almost no Demigod could survive under the firepower coverage of an organized fleet; this was an iron rule that battlefield experience had taught Chen Mo.

How much longer?

On a warship at the very rear of the fleet, the magic-using Demigod acting as commander suddenly spoke.

If the target cannot escape the perimeter, locking on will only take fifteen seconds.

The fleet's Intelligent Life stated with great certainty.

Hmm.

The magic-using Demigod nodded in satisfaction, his gaze fixed on the figure fleeing madly, a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth.

With that, fifteen seconds later.

It's over!

Still located within the perimeter, Chen Mo despairingly threw away the corpse of the Martial Demigod in his hand.

These three Martial Demigods had used their lives to keep him within this perimeter.

What awaited him next was...

Swish... swish, swish...

Hundreds of God-Slaying Cannons with power set to maximum fired simultaneously. Under the powerful computing capabilities of the Intelligent Life, Chen Mo was unable to dodge them all.

And once hit by even one, what greeted him would be...

Clearance failed! Final result: Second Layer, First Stage.

The instant the illusory voice rang out, Chen Mo, who had persisted in the artillery fire for one minute and twenty-three seconds, was ultimately blasted into fragments due to the exhaustion of his divine power.

Chen Mo's name has dimmed.

Outside the illusion tower, Du Ruo, who had been staring fixedly at the illusion tower Freshman Ranking, suddenly spoke.

Actually, it wasn't just him; at least half of the Students present had noticed this phenomenon.

The next second.

Hoo!

Chen Mo, who had been teleported out of the illusion tower, let out a long breath, then cast a complex look at the illusion tower Freshman Ranking behind him.

Above his name, there was still one name that was flickering with a faint light.

First Place: Du Ming { Second Layer, Seventh Stage}

This guy really isn't human!

Chen Mo couldn't help but complain internally. Meanwhile, Wu Feng and Du Ruo had already run over, their eyes full of excitement.

How did you two do?

Chen Mo asked with a light laugh.

How?

Du Ruo's face was full of bitter smiles and helplessness. "There was no experience to speak of. I couldn't even pass the first stage. I feel like the gap between us is getting wider and wider."

Indeed.

Wu Feng nodded in agreement.

He used to think that if he had enough resources to raise his realm, he would have hope of catching up to Chen Mo.

But after witnessing the difficulty of the illusion tower, Wu Feng no longer thought so.

The gap between him and Chen Mo was far greater than the gap in their realms.

Alright, stop flattering me to death.

Chen Mo chuckled and turned his gaze back to the illusion tower Freshman Ranking.

It could be seen that all 360 people from this Special Recruitment Class had arrived, but except for the name at the very top which was still lit, all other names had dimmed.

And the top ten on the list had all been claimed by the God Selection Class.

This showed that the selection criteria for the God Selection Class were quite strict; every Student in the God Selection Class had a standard to match it.

However, just as Chen Mo was sizing up these future classmates, a chubby figure arrived in front of him, his face full of a warm smile.

Who are you?

Chen Mo looked at the fat man in front of him with confusion.

My name is Mi Su.

The fat man's smile didn't fade, but Chen Mo was slightly stunned, and his gaze towards this person took on some different meaning.

You know me?

Mi Su asked in surprise. Although the Central Region Mi family was very famous, he was only a collateral branch of the Mi family, and his special recruitment result was merely the Elite Class.

Logically speaking, no one should pay attention to him.

I don't.

Chen Mo responded decisively, but soon took the initiative to extend his right hand: "But we can get to know each other now."

Mi Su!

A character whose topic was highly discussed among players; how could Chen Mo not know him?

It was just that the current Mi Su still had some differences from the one three hundred years later—not in appearance, but in physique.

The future Mi Su was much fatter than he was now, which was said to be due to some kind of special divine talent.

Of course, Mi Su's fame was not because of his physique, but because of the achievements he attained.

A ruthless person who personally created a super consortium in just 300 years.

Unfortunately, this person's ending was not good.

In the eyes of players, this was a classic case of strength not matching wealth, ultimately resulting in being liquidated.

Simply put, it was fattening him up before slaughtering him!