323: Lu Chen took action and withstood the dimensional attack head-on!

"Myriad Realms Slaughterhouse?"

Lu Chen chewed on this blood-soaked name, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

"Doesn't sound like a place that does legitimate business."

Gao Jianjun huddled in his chair, his face as pale as paper, as if recalling some horrifying memory.

"That place... that place is the 'money pit' of the High-Dimensional World, and also the 'crematorium' for low-dimensional civilizations."

"The so-called 'slaughter' is not just about killing."

Gao Jianjun shivered, his voice lowered to a whisper. "They dismantle and categorize the civilizations they capture."

"The souls of carbon-based lifeforms are used to refine 'consciousness chips'."

"The cores of silicon-based lifeforms are used as 'energy batteries'."

"As for those civilizations with unique features..."

He raised his head, his eyes filled with terror.

"They are turned into 'pets' or 'living specimens', placed in auction houses for those big shots to amuse themselves!"

"Bang!"

Ye Qingcang slammed his fist onto the table, leaving a large dent in the special alloy steel surface.

"Those animals!"

The Old General's eyes were bloodshot. "Treating civilizations like livestock? I'm going to flatten that place!"

"Flatten it?"

Gao Jianjun gave a bitter laugh. "Director Long, General Ye, you simply don't understand."

"Behind that place are 'conglomerates', a behemoth even more terrifying than the Purification Council! They possess 'dimensional cutting' technology. They could send any security team, and they could just..."

Before he could finish.

Without any warning.

Without any alarms, without any energy fluctuations.

"Zzzzt—"

A soft sound like fabric tearing rang out abruptly in the command room.

Immediately after.

That indestructible command console, built from strong interaction materials, suddenly split neatly down the middle.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror; even the atomic structure had been cleanly severed.

And along the extension line of that cut...

was exactly where Ye Qingcang had just been standing!

If he hadn't angrily taken a step forward just now, it would be his body cut in two right now!

"Enemy attack!!!"

Ye Qingcang reacted extremely quickly. With a roar, his body instinctively rolled on the ground.

But this was just the beginning.

"Zzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!"

That teeth-grinding tearing sound began to ring out densely in every corner of the warship.

The ceiling of the cabin, the floor, and even the air began to show visible black cracks.

"Alert! Hull structural integrity dropped by 30%!"

"Alert! Shields ineffective! Physical defenses ineffective!"

"This is... this is a Dimensional Slash!!"

Su Qingying's voice carried a trembling of despair for the first time.

This wasn't an energy attack at all.

This was someone on a higher-dimensional plane, holding a pair of scissors, cutting the "three-dimensional canvas" they were on into pieces!

"It's over! It's the patrol team! It's the Slaughterhouse patrol team!"

Gao Jianjun was so scared he crawled under the table, clutching his head and screaming, "We've been discovered! This is a 'Two-Dimensional Foil' level strike! We're going to turn into flat pictures!"

"Shut up!"

Lu Chen barked coldly.

He stood in front of the command console, watching the black crack spreading rapidly toward him.

Wherever the crack passed, all matter was collapsing and flattening.

The oppressive sense of death was even stronger than when they faced "the cleaners" before.

"Dimensional strike?"

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, golden light erupting from his left eye, silver light gleaming menacingly from his right.

"Playing with paper cutting on my turf?"

"Did you ask me, the administrator?"

Lu Chen did not retreat.

Amidst everyone's terrified gazes, he actually reached out his right hand toward the black crack capable of erasing everything!

"Commander Lu! Don't move! That's the power of rules!"

Long Weiguo's eyes were splitting, wanting to rush over to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Wumm—!!!"

The moment Lu Chen's palm touched the crack.

A chaotic-colored light, brilliant to the extreme, erupted from his palm!

That was not ordinary energy.

That was the underlying code of the "pangu" system—[Reality Anchoring].

"Stop... for me!"

Lu Chen roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

That black crack, which was indestructible and frantically cutting through space, was actually caught by Lu Chen with one hand...!

It was just like catching a blade with bare hands!

"Zzzzt—"

The black crack struggled violently in Lu Chen's hand, emitting a piercing screech, attempting to sever the palm that was blocking it.

The skin on Lu Chen's palm began to crack, golden blood seeping out, but it vaporized in an instant.

Pain.

Excruciating pain that reached his soul.

It felt as if his entire arm were being crushed in a millstone.

But the expression on Lu Chen's face became increasingly ferocious and increasingly crazed.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

He gripped the crack tightly, a blood-stained, crazed smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Want to turn me into a drawing?"

"Then I'll break your scissors first!"

"System! Overclock!"

"Shatter... for me!"

Boom—!!!!

A grand will descended.

It was the unyielding roar of the entire Earth Civilization, channeling through Lu Chen's arm and slamming into that black crack.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, like glass shattering, resounded throughout the entire Higher Dimensions void.

That dimensional crack, capable of slicing through warships and erasing everyone, was actually... crushed by Lu Chen!

The black fragments scattered like bursting fireworks in the command room, then turned into nothingness.

Quiet.

Deathly quiet.

Gao Jianjun poked his head out from under the table, looking at the man standing in the ruins with golden blood still dripping from his right hand, his mouth open wide enough to fit a lightbulb.

"Bare... bare-handed crushing of a Dimensional Slash?"

"Is... is this something a carbon-based lifeform can do?"

He felt his worldview shatter into dust at this moment.

"Hoo..."

Lu Chen let out a long breath and casually shook the blood off his hand.

Under the repair of the "pangu" system, the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He turned around, looked at the crowd who were stunned in fear, and nonchalantly took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"What are you looking at?"

"Isn't it just a broken pair of scissors?"

Lu Chen lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and pointed at the deep and dangerous void outside the window.

"It seems we've been targeted."

"Since we can't hide..."

Lu Chen walked over to Gao Jianjun and hoisted him up from the ground, as if he were a little chick.

"Lead the way."

Gao Jianjun asked, trembling, "Go... go where?"

Lu Chen exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes revealing a heart-palpitating ruthlessness.

"Of course, to that so-called 'Slaughterhouse'."

"Don't they like doing business?"

"Perfect."

Lu Chen grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I have a business deal worth hundreds of millions here."

"I want to have a... good talk with their boss."

"Can't agree?"

Lu Chen looked at his newly restored right hand, clenched his fist, and it made a crackling sound.

"Then I'll just... smash that place to pieces!"