Chapter 180 Auspicious smoke rising from ancestral graves—how did these scumbags survive?

That hoarse electronic voice was still echoing in the void, and Lin Yuan already felt the hair on his body stand on end.

This wasn't some random encounter at all; this place had been a mousetrap for outsiders from the very beginning.

"Saturation attack detected, evasion rate... zero." Alita's electronic prosthetic eye was spinning so fast it was about to smoke, its red light flashing frantically.

"Dodge my ass, everyone abandon ship!"

Lin Yuan roared, his left hand wrapping around the armless Alita, his right hand forming a claw, and he yanked backward violently.

Creak—! The shuttle's thin alloy tail door was ripped open by him violently as if it were a piece of paper.

"Go!"

Lin Yuan exerted force with his feet, his mech engine and Void Energy erupting simultaneously, carrying the five soldiers who hadn't reacted yet, like a meteor leaving the chamber, crashing straight through the hatch and plunging into the pitch-black space.

Almost a millisecond after they left the cabin, hundreds of sickly green high-energy beams converged on the dilapidated shuttle.

There was no fire, no explosion.

Under that terrifying thermal energy, the entire shuttle couldn't even last a second before being vaporized at the physical level, not even a spark remained.

"Holy sh*t..." a soldier cursed in the communication channel with lingering fear, "Is this firepower trying to boil us?"

"Stop talking nonsense, move!"

Lin Yuan had no time to lament at this moment.

Because they had lost the shuttle as a large target, the surrounding warship wrecks, which had been lifeless, went completely crazy.

Those destroyers broken in two and frigates with only half an engine left were now all connected together by dark red mycelium.

They didn't need engines or fuel; these red rust mycelium were like marionette strings, dragging these tens of thousands of tons of scrap metal through the void at high speed.

This was a school of fish made of scrap metal, and Lin Yuan and his team were just a few shrimp that had fallen into the school.

"Captain, at three o'clock, two frigates are crashing over!"

Lin Yuan didn't even turn his head, his figure folding sharply in the void, activating Void Energy teleports continuously, leaving a series of overlapping afterimages.

Bang!

Two wrecks, several thousand meters long, crashed heavily into each other behind him. The splashing iron filings and parts pelted the back of Lin Yuan's mech like a rainstorm, shaking his internal organs until they were churning.

Lin Yuan used the impact force to accelerate again, frantically weaving through the gaps in the dense wreckage.

It felt like parkour in a tumble dryer filled with flying knives; if he were even a little slow, he would be minced into meat paste by the flying scrap metal.

"These ships aren't right." In the gap between dodging a beam, Lin Yuan backhanded a Void Energy blade.

Crack!

A mini patrol boat blocking his way was severed at the waist.

However, a scene that made Lin Yuan's scalp tingle occurred.

At the broken metal cut, there were no scattered parts as expected.

Countless mycelium, like red hairs, instantly poured out from the cut. They were like frantically growing tree roots, tightly wrapping around the two halves of the ship, and then pulling them together violently.

Right before Lin Yuan's eyes, the ship actually completed its "self-healing" within a few seconds. Except for a circle of hideous rust scabs on the surface, the structure remained ridiculously stable.

"What kind of logic is this? Can't cut it?" Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, Void Energy condensing in his hand again.

"It's useless!" Alita, tucked under Lin Yuan's arm, looked as pale as a dead person due to the violent shaking, "This is collective intelligence. These ships are all connected by the 'Lord's' will. Unless you reduce every single atom of them to dust at once, they can regenerate infinitely."

Lin Yuan was furious from being chased.

Behind him, at least dozens of warships of various sizes were surrounding and intercepting him.

This feeling of being able to only take hits and not fight back made the wicked fire of violent demolition in his heart rise up.

"Infinite regeneration, huh? Let's see if you can swallow this!"

Lin Yuan suddenly stopped, kicking off a huge piece of radar antenna debris.

He turned around, looking at the heavy destroyer charging at him, flipped his left hand, and the black sphere he had swiped earlier appeared in his palm. A micro black hole grenade.

"Go to hell!"

Lin Yuan didn't press the fuse, but directly used Void Energy to shove the sphere, like throwing a shot put, hard into the open main cannon of that destroyer.

Boom—!

It wasn't a huge sound, but an extremely oppressive sound of collapse.

Inside that destroyer, a tiny, extremely deep black dot instantly exploded.

The surrounding light was distorted in an instant.

That originally aggressive destroyer was like someone had stuffed an invisible vortex inside it. The tens of thousands of tons of steel hull began to curl and fold toward the center frantically.

Crackle—crackle—!

The teeth-aching sound of metal breaking connected into one. Within just three seconds, the entire large ship, along with a dozen "Wanderer" mechanical monsters that were dragged in, were all compressed into a metal scrap ball with a diameter of less than two meters.

The sphere was incredibly dense, slowly rotating in the void, with some red mycelium stretched into noodle shapes hanging around it.

"Phew... that feels better." Lin Yuan let out a long breath, looking at the result before him, his heart finally felt a bit balanced.

The fleet, which had been so arrogant just a moment ago, had its formation disrupted for an instant because of this sudden micro black hole.

"What... did you just use?" Alita watched, stunned.

Although she knew it was an ancient weapon, she had never seen such unreasonable power. The strength to forcibly crush a several-kilometer-long warship into a ball was already beyond her understanding.

"Daxia specialty, large quantity and filling." Lin Yuan whistled, preparing to take his people and continue breaking out.

Alita, however, suddenly let out a short exclamation.

Her electronic prosthetic eye was projecting rows of complex light-blue code, covering those ghostly ship hulls in the distance.

"Wait a minute... these signal frequencies..." Her voice began to tremble.

"What's wrong? Poisoned?"

"No, look at their broadside." Alita pointed to the nearest wreck, "That's titan text. Although it's covered by rust, that is... the 33rd Legion."

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment.

He had spent some time in the titan arsenal and had some impression of this number. It was the elite force responsible for opening up borders during the peak of the Titan Civilization.

"These pieces of scrap metal were once the saviors of you titans?"

"No, they are sinners." Alita spoke very fast, "In historical records, the 33rd Legion rebelled in the final battle. They were infected by an unknown virus and personally dismantled the three energy cores of the Titan Civilization. Now it seems they never died, they just found a different way to live."

"That means we're fighting a group of soldiers from tens of thousands of years ago?"

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, the mist in front suddenly churned violently.

It was like someone had dropped a depth charge into the ocean.

Hundreds of battleship wrecks that had been scattered everywhere were now, as if receiving some kind of order, rapidly converging forward. They intertwined left and right, locking up and down.

In just a few breaths, a wall of steel spanning tens of thousands of kilometers appeared in front of Lin Yuan. It was a city wall purely piled up from battleship wrecks, with a thickness of at least several tens of kilometers.

Countless cannon muzzles, which had already rusted, slowly rotated on the surface of the wall, and finally aimed uniformly at these few tiny humans.

"The way back is cut off, and there's no way forward." A soldier looked at the "scrap metal school of fish" that had already surrounded them from behind, his voice laced with a hint of despair, "Captain, it seems we're really going to bite the dust this time."

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at that steel wall.

The Void Energy in his body was hitting rock bottom; if he forced a charge, he would most likely be blasted into slag.

"Bite the dust my ass. I haven't emptied this place out yet, the King of Hell wouldn't dare take me."

While cursing, Lin Yuan reached into his chest. He had originally intended to pull out another black hole grenade for a desperate fight. But just as his hand reached into his tactical vest, a wave of scorching heat exploded from his chest.

It was the [titan Star Core Furnace]!

This god-level wonder, obtained from the system lottery and which had been acting as a power bank for the Earth's engine, was now actually as if it had been "boiled over" by something.

It was not only terrifyingly hot, but also emitted bursts of high-frequency humming. This sound actually pierced directly through the vacuum, reverberating in everyone's minds.

Hum—!

Following this sound, Lin Yuan was surprised to find that the steel wall, which had been lifeless and full of malice, was actually trembling.

Those frantically attacking red mycelium, like mice seeing a cat, began to shrink frantically into the metal.

On the surface of the wall, the tens of thousands of cannon muzzles that had locked onto Lin Yuan were now uniformly lowered.

It was like old ministers seeing a returning king, or prisoners seeing the judge who sentenced them to death.

This resonance, carrying a kind of coercion from the depths of the Titan Civilization, instantly suppressed the entire scene.

"This is..." Alita's prosthetic eye sparked directly due to overload, and she covered her face and shouted in terror, "What did you hide on you? These undead... they are afraid!"

Lin Yuan looked down at his chest, which was glowing with golden light. Although he didn't know what had happened, he knew that the opportunity to scavenge had come again.

He backhanded the hilt of his chainsword, and his face once again revealed that "rascally" smile that made Alita feel terrified.

"Looks like the ancestral graves are smoking blue smoke."

Lin Yuan stomped hard on the scrap metal beneath his feet, taking his people to crash actively into that steel wall.

"Go! To that tower! Let's see who dares to stop us!"

The steel wall cracked open a gap just wide enough for them to pass through, as if awaiting their arrival.

But Lin Yuan didn't see that at the top of the tower named "Anvil", that blood-red single eye was rotating and accelerating with excitement because of the appearance of the Star Core Furnace.

A breath of greed, even more terrifying than before, had completely locked onto him.