463: This is a desensitization training.

Supreme Imperial City, in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Everyone looked up at the sky, admiring the magnificent spectacle of steel cracking and flames blossoming.

In the sky, the sky carrier, like a giant beast, was disintegrating inch by inch.

Flames mixed with plasma spewed out from the laceration wounds, like burning blood.

The sky carrier, the ultimate weapon that had suppressed the Eastern world for centuries, was now falling from the sky like a dismembered giant whale.

Seeing this scene, all the palace ministers were excited.

They viewed the enemy's disaster with an appreciative gaze.

Whale fall and Dragon rise.

This was the fall of world hegemony.

It was also the rise of a harmonious world.

However, this was just the beginning of the feast... Boom!

Boom!

The Free sky carrier, which had disintegrated in the air, finally transformed into four giant fireballs, roaring as they plunged into the sea.

The high-temperature flames, upon contact with the seawater, turned into rising mist, mixed with dense smoke.

The steel, burned red-hot, still emitted a scorching glow after submerging into the seawater.

The glow pierced through the mist and dense smoke, reflecting a crimson hue.

From above, it looked like a giant whale spouting blood in the sea.

This shocking scene left all the commanders stunned, and all the Federation citizens bewildered.

They even had a misconception.

The Free sky carrier disintegrated due to its own malfunction.

Because... no one saw Lin Xuan's attack, not even the Machina.

The intelligence it shared with the captains was just one sentence.

["Hull penetrated by an unknown object."]

At the same time, no one noticed that a fragment of the Free sky carrier flew towards the battleship formation in the rear.

That was not a fragment.

That was a Flying Sword!

The Flying Sword, streaking across the sky, made a sharp-angled turn without decelerating.

At a millisecond's speed, it pierced through the outermost "Harris" battleship of the Federation Fleet's first formation, then continued forward without stopping, dragging a dense, sharp, and majestic Sword Intent, penetrating all the battleships in the first formation one after another.

Two seconds later.

100 battleships, floating side by side and spanning 500 kilometers, began to explode in sequence.

The fireballs of thermonuclear explosions lit up one after another.

Above the ocean, a rain of liquid metal began to fall.

The first formation of the Free Federation Fleet was like a string of 100 firecrackers being lit, erupting in continuous roar.

However, this string of firecrackers was far more than 100.

After penetrating the first formation, the Flying Sword made another unscientific sharp-angled turn and plunged into the second formation.

The scene repeated; the roar of the first formation had not yet ended when the "hundred-cracker" of the second formation was ignited.

At this moment, the entire ocean was illuminated by the towering flames.

Massive ship hulls turned into fireballs, plunging into the sea without hesitation.

The out-of-control thermonuclear cores continued to explode even after falling to the seabed.

The extreme high temperature boiled tens of thousands of square kilometers of seawater.

A large number of marine demonic beasts died in this "metal rain."

They didn't know what was happening, instinctively believing it was the end of the world.

Little did they know, this was merely the "debut" of a human Professionals after advancing his Rank.

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, making a sword-finger gesture, controlling his Flying Sword.

At this moment, it was like an embroidery needle, flying up and down through the Free Federation's Fleet.

However, trailing behind this embroidery needle was an endless Sword Intent capable of slicing a person into a thousand pieces and pulverizing them.

From an external perspective, those battleships all perished from aerial disintegration and thermonuclear explosions.

In reality, the personnel inside the battleships had already died before the ships exploded.

When the tidal Sword Intent rushed into the hull, the crew members in the cabins were all flayed and shattered by the invisible sharp blades.

Their internal organs and bones were pulverised together, evenly sprayed on the floor, walls, and transparent portholes.

Making the entire cabin look as if it had been spray-painted with human blood, decorated in the style of a bloody Hell.

That's right, this was Hell, the most impartial Hell.

Regardless of origin, regardless of Rank, regardless of military Rank.

Everyone on the battleship died in the same manner.

They were turned into a mist of blood by the violent and sharp Sword Intent, and mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.

Then, following their common coffin, they were swallowed by flames and buried in the sea.

Thereafter, the third formation, and the fourth formation, were successively ignited.

The towering flames illuminated the sea into a magnificent gem.

The dark red clouds were even more like a devil's cloud, enveloping everyone in a place of impending death.

The inconspicuous Flying Sword wantonly slaughtered among 2000 warships.

Initially, it lit the firecrackers in rows, but later it started to improvise.

It repeatedly made sharp-angled turns in the air, performing meaningless death dances, randomly selecting a lucky warship, and making it burn brightly.

Under the butcher's knife of Death,

The battleships in the rear desperately tried to turn around and flee.

But the battleships' proud size became the biggest obstacle to escape.

Many warships, unable to straighten their bows in time, suddenly accelerated and crashed into adjacent friendly ships.

Even battleships that managed to correct their course would be harvested by "Death" just before breaking out of the sea of fire.

In this storm of steel and fire, no life could safely reach shore.

Within 5 minutes, 2000 battleships were annihilated.

Nearly 150,000 Federation Professionals died without a complete corpse... Free Federation, Times Square, a scene of silence.

The roar of explosions was still coming from the loudspeakers.

But the feeling it gave was a deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of Federation citizens in the square stared blankly at the screens on the buildings, their expressions numb.

People, in complete despair, instead become very calm.

These numb-faced Federation people were like that.

They were unwilling to admit that the content on the screen was real.

But absolute reason told them that Death did not have such a sense of humor.

Just like that.

Except for the remaining seven sky carrier battle groups.

The Free Federation's military strength had been completely destroyed.

They still didn't know what that thing was that destroyed 2000 warships.

But that no longer mattered.

They already understood.

This was not a War, nor a massacre, but a desensitization training.

The training was very successful.

At this moment, no one in the Free Federation cared about what the future would hold.

Because the future was no longer in their hands.

They didn't even have the strength to scream or cry.

As if they had become desensitized to fear and death.

Eat and drink as you please.

When it's time to go, you can't be a hungry ghost.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes became clear.

The unrealistic desires and self-confidence in their hearts all vanished into thin air... [Retired Emperors: This chapter pays tribute to—the Droplet.]