316: Gather the power of the entire universe and prepare for battle!

The light of the Bifrost slowly dissipated.

That "Patched-up Warship," carrying the core sparks of Earth Civilization, vanished at the end of the dimensions.

Lingxiao Hall, General Command Center.

The hall, which used to be bustling with people, was now more than half empty.

There was no more of Lu Chen's "humblebragging," no more of Ye Qingcang's loud voice, and no more of the clicking sounds of Wang Peng doing the accounts.

The silence was unnerving.

"Reporting."

A young Major General stood up.

His name was Zhao Feng, Ye Qingcang's adjutant. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Commander Lu and the others... have already left radar detection range."

"Countdown: 68 hours."

"In 68 hours, the Seraphim fleet will arrive."

"What... do we do?"

Everyone's gaze focused on the center of the hall.

A beautiful virtual figure was floating there.

heavenly craft.

As the highest intelligence left to guard Earth, she was now the temporary "brain" of the entire Milky Way Galaxy.

heavenly craft did not answer immediately.

Her data stream flickered frantically; those were billions of simulations per second.

One second later.

She looked up.

In those electronic eyes that usually only simulated emotions, a streak of... madness appeared, the kind that only Lu Chen possessed.

"Before Father left, he gave me a low-level instruction."

heavenly craft's voice was cold, yet through a full-frequency broadcast, it instantly spread to every corner of the Milky Way Galaxy.

"Instruction code: [Burn the Boats]."

"What does that mean?" Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment.

heavenly craft waved her hand.

The massive star map changed instantly.

The hundred thousand light points originally scattered across the Milky Way Galaxy lit up with blinding red light simultaneously!

"It means..."

heavenly craft's voice suddenly rose, carrying a metallic aura of slaughter:

"We're done holding back!"

"We're not saving for a rainy day anymore!"

"Empty out every last bit of our family fortune for me!"

...Milky Way Galaxy, Third Spiral Arm, Viren Empire Home Planet.

Emperor Viren was lying on the palace floor, trembling.

Ever since he learned that the "gods" were coming to destroy the world, this former hegemon had been so scared he hadn't eaten for three days.

Just then.

heavenly craft's supreme mobilization order was projected directly onto his retina.

[Mobilization Order: Milky Way Galaxy-wide defense network activated.]

[Requirement: All Level 2 and above civilizations, immediately remove the 'safety valves' of your stellar Dyson Spheres.]

[Objective: Overclock the stellar energy output to 500%!]

[Consequence: The stars will burn out in ten years.]

"Crazy... this is crazy!"

Emperor Viren watched this order, his antennae twitching frantically. "Overclocking stars to 500%? That's suicide! In ten years, the stars will become red giants and swallow all the planets!"

"We are overdrawing the future!"

However.

The next second.

A line of small text popped up on the screen.

It was a note left by Lu Chen.

**"If you don't fight with your lives, you won't even have breakfast tomorrow, so what future is there to talk about?"**

**"Do it, or die. Pick one."**

Emperor Viren looked at that line of text.

In his mind, Lu Chen's arrogant face appeared, along with the memory of his back as he crushed a rule beam into a carbon rod.

He was silent for three seconds.

Then he suddenly scrambled up from the ground and slammed his crown onto the floor.

"Pass down the order!"

Emperor Viren let out the most manly roar of his life:

"Dismantle them! Dismantle them all for me!"

"Remove all the safety valves! Burn the reactors past the red line!"

"It's death either way!"

"I'd rather be burned to death by the sun than be cleared away like trash by those high-and-mighty gods!"

"Fight them to the end!!!"

...The same scene was playing out in every corner of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The Deep Sea Clan detonated their planetary core energy, boiling the entire ocean just to provide one last shot of energy for their orbital cannons.

The Titan Clan transformed their proud bodies into living bombs and lined up to enter the launch silos.

The Machine Clan directly fused their logic cores, lifting "self-preservation" restrictions and transforming into war machines that knew only slaughter.

Madness.

Absolute madness.

Under the pressure of despair, the entire Milky Way Galaxy erupted with unprecedented cohesion.

This was no longer just a war for Earthlings.

This was the final roar of all living beings in this part of the universe against fate!

...48 hours later.

The edge of the Solar System.

The once beautiful starry sky now looked somewhat hideous.

Millions of warships densely covered the void.

They no longer cared about formations, nor did they conserve any energy.

All muzzles were pointed in the same direction—the entrance to "Asgard" that was about to tear through the dimensions.

And behind these warships.

Was an "energy network" composed of hundreds of billions of stars.

Through the "genesis engine," heavenly craft forcibly gathered the terrifying energy released by these stars overdrawing their lives.

Looking from afar.

The entire Milky Way Galaxy seemed to have become a burning... powder keg.

"Energy convergence complete."

"Current energy level: Quasi-Level 5 Civilization level."

"Enough to... slay a god."

Inside Lingxiao Hall.

Zhao Feng looked at the energy readings that were so red they were turning black, his palms drenched in sweat.

He turned to look at heavenly craft on the screen.

"Lady heavenly craft, what if we miss with this shot?"

heavenly craft did not look back.

She stared fixedly at the spatial fluctuation on the radar that was getting closer and closer.

"We won't miss."

"Because Father taught me."

heavenly craft's virtual image suddenly changed.

She became a little girl in a red dress, holding a giant lollipop (which was actually an energy aggregate) in her hand.

A smile that was exactly like Lu Chen's—extremely 'kind'—appeared on her face.

"When it comes to fighting."

"As long as the yield is large enough."

"Even if you just guess with your eyes closed."

"You can still blow the opponent away!"

Just then.

Wring—!!!

The alarm suddenly tore through the air.

"They're here!"

Everyone held their breath.

The void ahead suddenly shattered like glass, piece by piece.

A divine, vast, yet sickeningly arrogant aura surged out from the rift.

It wasn't a ship.

It was a... mountain.

A "Mountain of Light" composed entirely of white light, comparable in size to Jupiter, slowly squeezed into this universe!

This was the flagship of the Seraphim fleet—[Eden].

At the same time.

A grand voice without any emotion echoed throughout the Milky Way Galaxy.

"Foolish low-dimensional creatures."

"Are you trying to use a torch to set the ocean on fire?"

Facing the mockery of a god.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and slammed down on the red button.

He roared into the microphone, releasing the suppressed fury of all humanity and the entire Milky Way Galaxy from countless years:

"To hell with your ocean!"

"This fire of mine..."

"Is specifically for burning bastards!!!"

"Fire!!!!!"