Chapter 132 The Wrath of Shen Tu

Three red spears blocked all paths of retreat.

This was not a physical blockade, but some kind of more disgusting high-dimensional algorithm. In Lin Yuan's field of vision, the three "Inquisitor" bishop mechs hadn't moved, but the red spear tips had already predicted every possible evasive maneuver he could make in the next three seconds.

"Clang—!"

A teeth-grinding metallic impact sounded. The Shentu mech held its ship-slashing blade horizontally across its chest, forcibly parrying the spear thrusting directly at it. The massive kinetic energy traveled through the mechanical arm into the cockpit, and Lin Yuan felt as if his internal organs had been shaken out of place.

Before he could even catch his breath, two cold, murderous intents followed from the sides.

Too fast.

These three guys weren't fighting alone; they were sharing a single core processing unit. When the one on the left feinted, the one on the right was already calculating Shentu's armor weak points.

"Sizzle—"

The armor plate on Shentu's left shoulder was flicked away, and the golden psionic shield shattered like a broken eggshell.

"Warning! Left thruster damaged! Psionic circuits overloaded by 70%!" gaia's voice was filled with obvious anxiety, "Commander, computing power is insufficient! These three guys' processing speed is thirty times mine! They are pre-reading your brainwaves!"

"Shut up, I know!"

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the taste of rust. He yanked the control stick, and the Shentu mech executed an acute-angle turn in mid-air that defied the laws of physics, narrowly avoiding a killing blow aimed directly at the cockpit.

These religious fanatics were truly ruthless.

"Give up, heretic."

A cold stream of data drilled into his mind again, carrying a condescending arrogance, "Your struggle lacks any beauty. Your soul is filled with impurities; only destruction can bring you peace."

The three bishop mechs spread out in a triangular formation, and the red spears in their hands began to charge. Space distorted at the tips of the spears; it was the precursor to antimatter annihilation. They weren't planning to play with melee combat anymore; they intended to use fire coverage to wipe Lin Yuan and this entire area out.

Lin Yuan glanced at the dashboard.

Energy remaining: 14%. Mech integrity: 62%.

A desperate situation.

If this were before, he would have probably prepared to self-destruct to take one of them down with him.

But not now. That black web was still behind him, Earth was still freezing, and hundreds of millions of people were waiting for the sun to come out to save their lives.

"Impurities?"

Lin Yuan suddenly laughed, a somewhat neurotic laugh. He let go of one hand and wiped the blood flowing from his nostrils; it was the price of overloading his brain.

"You tin cans don't know a damn thing about souls."

He closed his eyes.

SSS-level talent [Void Affinity], reversed and fully activated.

Before, he only used this network to issue commands, to "scan for viruses," to control. It was a one-way output.

But a network is always two-way.

At this very moment, on Earth, it was pitch black. Cold winds were howling, and cities were freezing. Billions of people were hiding in underground bunkers, under blankets, and beneath ruins, shivering.

Fear, despair, anger, prayer.

Countless emotions converged into an invisible torrent, surging in the ocean of the collective subconscious known as "humanity."

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the silver light in his pupils instantly burst, turning into a molten, crimson gold.

In the mental network, he let out a roar:

"Stop playing dead, all of you!"

This voice didn't pass through any equipment; it exploded directly in the minds of all seven billion humans.

"Do you want to live? Do you want to see the sun?"

"Stop praying to gods and Buddhas! The gods want to kill you! The only thing that can save you now is the blade in my hand!"

"Lend me your strength, even if it's just the strength to curse!"

Boom—!

Earth erupted.

It wasn't a cheer; it was a roar born of desperation. A father hiding in an air-raid shelter hugged his child tightly, growling through gritted teeth; an old soldier, nearly frozen, gripped his rifle tightly and cursed; countless ordinary people opened their eyes wide in the darkness, pushing their last shred of the will to survive, without reservation, toward the source of that voice.

"Kill them all!"

"Take the sun back!"

"Kill those alien bastards!"

Endless distractions.

That was humanity's most primitive, rawest, and most magnificent mental power.

In space, the Shentu mech, which had dimmed, suddenly vibrated.

Following that, a visible golden storm centered on the mech spread wildly in all directions. It wasn't energy; it was materialized "willpower."

The three bishop mechs preparing to fire suddenly froze.

A massive amount of junk data flooded into their logic cores—an old lady's nagging, a drunkard's curses, a baby's crying. The precise and cold calculation matrix was instantly filled with these chaotic "impurities," causing them to lag for 0.1 seconds.

For a top-tier duel, 0.1 seconds is an eternity.

"What... what is this..." the bishop mech emitted a terrified electronic sound.

"These are the 'impurities' you looked down upon."

Lin Yuan's voice became layered and grand, as if countless people were speaking at once.

In the void behind the Shentu mech, light twisted and reorganized, actually forming six pairs of giant wings of light. These were not angel wings, but a golden data torrent composed of countless "0"s and "1"s, with the fury of a human soul burning in every string of code.

A body ascended through machinery, combined with a soul ascended through psionics.

This is the complete form.

"Now, it is my turn to judge you."

Shentu disappeared.

There were no spatial fluctuations, no thruster exhaust. It was like an erased layer, instantly losing all traces.

The next instant, a golden blade of light spanning a thousand meters lit up in the dark space.

The light was so intense that even the distant starlight was eclipsed.

The three bishop mechs didn't even have time to raise their spears.

Ssh.

A faint sound.

The golden light swept across, as if a hot knife cutting through butter. The three mechs, representing the Mechanical Papacy's peak combat power, along with their prized shields, armor, and the electronic brains stored in canisters, completely disintegrated under this single strike.

No explosion.

Because before physical destruction, their consciousness had already been washed into a blank slate by this psionic storm containing the fury of seven billion people.

Shentu's figure appeared at the end of the blade's arc, the wings of light behind it slowly retracting.

One strike, instant kill.

"Hoo..."

In the cockpit, Lin Yuan gasped for air, capillaries all over his body bleeding. The cost of borrowing this power was immense; his brain hurt as if a blender were spinning inside it.

But he couldn't stop.

Lin Yuan looked up sharply, looking at the black node ahead that was crazily self-repairing—that spherical special warship.

The gap he had just blasted open was already sealed.

"gaia, channel all remaining psionic energy into the throat generator."

"That's for speaking, Commander, not a weapon!"

"Do as I say!"

The Shentu mech opened its mouth—the speaker unit beneath the faceplate.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, compressed the golden ball of light that gathered the will of all humanity, compressed it again, and then, facing that sky-covering black web, let out the purest roar.

"GET LOST!!!"

This was not a sound wave.

This was a materialized "soul scream."

An invisible ripple swept out in a fan shape, centered on Shentu. Where the ripple passed, even the vacuum seemed to tremble.

The giant web composed of countless black nano-clouds, the moment it touched this ripple, was like a sandcastle swept away by a gale.

The tightly interlocked nanobots instantly lost control under the psionic impact; their internal instruction sets were overwhelmed, turning into meaningless, dead objects.

Dispersed.

Thousands of kilometers of black clouds disintegrated under this roar.

The previously impenetrable darkness suddenly split open a huge gap. Following that, the gap grew larger and larger, like a torn piece of rag.

A beam of light.

A beam of truly dazzling white light from the sun, carrying warmth, pierced through layers of obstacles, cutting straight through the darkness to shine upon that azure planet.

Earth, Northern Hemisphere, 12:15 PM.

The solid ice on the Atlantic began to reflect light. In the squares of Europe, people looked up, squinting, watching that long-lost, blinding light with tears streaming down their faces.

The light had returned.

"We did it..."

In the Tianting command hall, Academician Wang slumped onto the floor like a child, watching the temperature curve on the screen rise again, sobbing uncontrollably.

Chen Weiguo gripped the armrest tightly, his eyes red, but he didn't cry. He was staring at another piece of data.

A more important, more lethal piece of data.

"Old Chen!"

In the communication channel came Lin Yuan's voice, extremely exhausted but carrying a hint of triumphant laughter.

"The lights are on; is that big pot heated up yet?"

Chen Weiguo looked up sharply, looking toward the Moon.

Without the blockage of the barrier net, the reflector array in Mercury's orbit operated at full power. A massive amount of solar energy, like a waterfall, crossed tens of millions of kilometers and poured into the long-dormant giant crater on the far side of the Moon.

The Moon, guanghan palace base.

The massive mechanical structure vibrated, and countless tons of rock armor slid away, revealing an abyssal super-cannon with a diameter of over five hundred kilometers.

That was the legacy left by the Titan Civilization, a planetary-level planet-killer cannon.

At this moment, deep inside the muzzle, a ball of eerie blue light capable of destroying a planet had been compressed to the extreme.

"Energy fill rate... 100%."

The operator's voice trembled; it was an instinctive awe of such destructive power.

"Target locked... enemy flagship, doomsday."

Chen Weiguo took a deep breath, took off his hat, and placed it gently on the table.

"Lin Yuan, come back, don't get in the way."

The old general grabbed the red transmitter, and the most ferocious smile of his life appeared on his face.

"Next, it's my turn to treat them to a funeral feast."

Thirty astronomical units away.

Mechanical Papacy flagship "doomsday".

The Grand Archbishop on the throne stood up abruptly; its electronic brain, always known for its calmness, now showed a trace of panicked garbled code.

It saw that light.

It also detected the high-energy reaction coming from the Moon that made it tremble.

That energy level was definitely not something a Level 0.7 civilization could master. That was... that was a "truth" capable of threatening its life.

The barrier net was not just for freezing humanity to death.

It was also to seal that cannon!

"We've been tricked..."

A flash of wrath crossed the Grand Archbishop's crimson electronic eyes. That monkey driving a golden-glowing mech and hacking everywhere was just a decoy.

Humanity's true killer move had been hidden on the far side of the Moon all along.

"All ships! Turn the helm!"

The Grand Archbishop roared madly, its voice tearing through the communication channel.

"Abandon Earth! All firepower, concentrate fire on that satellite!"

"Blow it to pieces!!!"