170: Chapter 170 The Miraculous Changes After the Primarch Was Resurrected

A giant, his entire being like a burning sun. He crossed his hands before his chest, then pulled them apart violently, and a golden beam of light shot out —

“Specium Ray!”

Wherever the ray swept, three Queens were blown away simultaneously, their shields instantly shattered, and their scales charred black.

Another giant clasped his hands together, condensed a rotating wheel of light from his palms, and threw it violently —

“Ultra Slash!”

The light wheel spun as it flew into the most densely packed area of the Queens, cutting like a chainsaw, slicing the bone wings of three Queens clean off!

There was another giant whose figure flashed, appearing directly behind a Queen. His right hand transformed into a blade of light, and he slashed down —

“Guillotine!”

That Queen didn't even have time to react before her head flew into mid-air.

Energy exhausted?

It doesn't matter, a flash of golden light, and they are revived at full health.

Turned into a stone statue?

It doesn't matter, a flash of golden light, the stone statue shatters, and they are revived at full health again.

A group of Giants of Lights were charging back and forth on the battlefield just like this, taking turns using various ultimate moves, chasing a hundred or so Queens all over the field.

The scene was completely out of control — but to the Queens, it was despair; to the Trial Trainees, it was a carnival.

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Inside the base shield, the situation had completely reversed.

Five hundred Fifth Tier Queens, facing fifteen hundred Third or Fourth Tier Trial Trainees — this should have been a massacre.

But now, the positions of the massacre had been swapped.

The Trial Trainees were crazily hunting the Queens.

After all, these fifteen hundred Trial Trainees were the geniuses of ten thousand races; who didn't have a few trump cards? Now, without side effects, infinite energy, and guaranteed-kill trump cards were being thrown around like basic attacks.

What could the Queens do? The Queens were also very desperate. Was it that they couldn't block the trainees' ultimate moves? Of course not!

Who isn't a genius, but what use was it? Apart from wasting their own strength for nothing, they couldn't be killed.

They could only dodge with all their might and flee desperately. Hoping to drag out the skill duration and then counter-attack; after all, logically speaking, such a BUG skill's duration definitely wouldn't be long!!!

After all, who could have expected that Laya's talent was purely idealistic and had no consumption.

It is worth mentioning that the situation had reversed not just inside the shield.

The changes outside the shield were even more significant.

After all, facing one hundred thousand Fourth to Fifth Tier Primarchs, the nearly thirty thousand Queens outside the shield were under much greater pressure than their companions inside the shield.

At first, in the battle between the Primarchs and the Queens, the Queens had the upper hand.

Although the Primarchs were of a high tier, they were, after all, quasi-biological weapons without much intelligence. Their fighting style was very simple, basically relying entirely on instinct and preset commands. While the Queens were battle-hardened, their tactical coordination was exquisite, and they quickly figured out the Primarchs' patterns.

One Queen lured the enemy in the front, while another Queen flanked and ambushed.

One Queen attacked head-on, while another Queen provided long-range fire suppression.

Several Queens worked together, weaving a net with psionic energy to trap a Primarch and then focus fire to kill it instantly.

Relying on exquisite coordination, the Queens successfully caused significant damage. Although the Primarchs were numerous, if they continued to fight at this pace, they would sooner or later kill them all.

But just at this moment —

An accident occurred.

Several Primarchs killed by the Queens fell at the edge of the base shield.

They were too close to the shield, close enough to be exactly within the effective range of Hope Dust Sound.

The golden light penetrated the shield and enveloped those corpses.

And then —

Those corpses moved.

Not just ordinary displacement, but...

They stood up again, the wounds on their bodies instantly healed, and the light in their eyes reignited, as if they had never died.

Even more eerily, the resurrected Primarchs were noticeably different from before.

The previous Primarchs, although high-tier and powerful in combat, looked wrong no matter how you looked at them — some were covered in strange tentacles, some had twisted patterns all over their faces, and some even had several eyes growing in the same location. They all looked like failed products of some evil experiment, making people lose SAN points just by looking at them.

But after being resurrected, those eerie characteristics began to decrease.

The tentacles fell off, the patterns faded, the extra eyes closed...

They became more "normal."

Moreover, their attacks became increasingly methodical.

Before, they only knew how to instinctively release skills and didn't understand coordination at all. But now, they began to observe, think, and cover each other —

A lightning-attribute Primarch released lightning to trap a Queen, and the fire-attribute Primarch next to it immediately followed up with a flame impact.

A wind-attribute Primarch created a tornado to disturb the Queen's vision, and the earth-attribute Primarch took the opportunity to ambush from underground.

A light-attribute Primarch withstood the damage head-on in the front, while the dark-attribute Primarch snuck around to the back in the shadows.

Every time they were killed and resurrected, they became a bit more like "people," more like normal, intelligent Fifth Tier powerhouses who understood tactical coordination.

After a few cycles, some Primarchs were no different from normal Fifth Tier powerhouses of races like humans, angels, and demons.

But for the Queens, this was too painful.

After all, they were facing a group of opponents that were more numerous than themselves, of the same tier as themselves, and who couldn't be killed.

Kill one, and another is resurrected.

Kill ten, and ten are resurrected.

Kill a hundred, and a hundred are resurrected.

And every time they were resurrected, those guys became smarter, harder to deal with, and better at coordinating.

If this continued, they would be exhausted to death sooner or later!

The adjutant remaining outside the shield to command — Anserwe's deputy, a Queen who was also at the Peak Fifth Tier — finally couldn't take it anymore. She urgently connected to Anserwe's communication.

“Lord Anserwe! The situation is not good!”

“Speak.”

“Those Primarchs... they can't be killed! They are being resurrected by some power in that base! And every time they are resurrected, they get stronger! If this continues, the sisters outside the shield won't be able to hold on!”

On the other end of the communication, there was a silence for half a second.

Then, Anserwe's low voice came through: “I know.”

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At this moment, Anserwe was struggling to resist Aria's attacks.

Her mace, that trophy that had accompanied her for hundreds of years, was now mostly shattered, leaving only a short stick less than a meter long. The body of the stick was covered with deep sword marks, and several places were about to break.

She was also wounded in many places.

A sword mark on her left shoulder, deep enough to see the bone.

A penetrating wound on her right rib, dark green body fluid constantly oozing out.

One of the bone wings on her back had been sliced off halfway, and her flight posture was somewhat crooked.

She was in a sorry state.

And the silver-haired girl opposite her remained calm.

Aria stood with her sword, moonlight flowing around her, setting her off like a true Moon Goddess descended to earth. The body of the divine sword wangshu flowed with faint silver starlight, and every swing left a beautiful trail of light in the air.

Her breathing was steady, her eyes were calm, and her posture was composed.

It was as if the fierce battle of one against two just now was, to her, nothing more than a warm-up.