Chapter 221 Physical Salvation

The BGM titled "March of the Steel Torrent" blasted through the public channel.

The sound waves frictioned against Earth's atmosphere, producing a ring of visible shockwaves.

Lin Yuan stood atop the bridge of the Leviathan, left hand gripping the railing, right hand pointing a blade toward the sky.

The planet beneath his feet was vibrating.

The beams of light from twenty thousand planetary engines converged into a thrust, accelerating this celestial body with a diameter of twelve thousand kilometers to sub-light speed.

Ahead was a boundless cloud of mechanical wreckage.

Hundreds of millions of red-eyed mechs raised their weapons.

Beam cannons, antimatter missiles, and high-energy cutting rays wove into an airtight net.

Lin Yuan remained expressionless.

"Ram through."

No evasion, no alarms for shield overload.

The chitinous biological armor covering Earth's surface hardened instantly, its color shifting from grayish-white to deep black.

The collision occurred.

There was no world-shaking explosion as expected.

It was like a red-hot branding iron being thrown into a pile of styrofoam.

The destroyer wreckage that had floated in space for ten thousand years, the rogue mechs that had once slaughtered countless civilizations—the moment they touched Earth's biological armor, they were instantly pulverized.

Kinetic energy converted into thermal energy.

Flames thousands of kilometers high ignited on Earth's frontal ram.

Countless mech fragments struck the Leviathan's portholes like raindrops.

Lin Yuan watched this scene, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Zhao Gang."

"Here!" Zhao Gang's extremely excited roar came through the communication channel, with the background sound of heavy machine guns bellowing.

"Don't just watch. Sort the trash."

"Yes, sir!"

Hundreds of giant silo covers on Earth's surface opened.

They weren't missiles.

They were landing pods.

Tens of thousands of flea-like biological sacs, magnified hundreds of times, ejected from the silos and plunged precisely into the wreckage of large warships that were still struggling.

The pod doors blew open.

Human soldiers wearing heavy power armor and wielding modified Vulcan cannons swarmed out.

The space battle turned into a boarding action.

A soldier from the Huben Fleet leapt onto a giant mech that was still firing. Instead of using a gun, he activated the thrusters on the back of his power armor and slammed a fist into the mech's cockpit cover.

Reinforced bones combined with hydraulic power.

The alloy cockpit cover dented and flew off.

The soldier yanked out the core processor from inside and stuffed it into a recovery bag behind his waist.

"Old Zhang! This one's mine! This is high-purity iridium!"

"Bullshit! I threw the first punch!"

The channel was filled with bickering over spoils of war.

The originally terrifying and solemn "Automatons Graveyard" had now become a massive demolition site.

A Ji stood behind Lin Yuan, swallowing hard as he watched the red dots on the star map rapidly diminish.

"Boss, the Papacy's escort fleet has appeared."

Deep within the nebula, uniform space-folding fluctuations appeared.

A fleet composed of pure white regular octahedrons materialized out of thin air. There were no seams, no redundant decorations—only a suffocating geometric beauty.

The Mechanical Papacy regular army—[Holy Law Judgement Corps].

The leading flagship was nearly the size of the Moon, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting the messy battlefield.

A cold broadcast forced its way into everyone's minds.

There was no sound, only a pure stream of information.

"Stop. Your actions are illogical."

"Carbon-based lifeforms, self-destruct immediately."

The actions of all human soldiers stalled for a moment. That information stream carried high-dimensional mental pressure, attempting to directly rewrite the cognition of their cerebral cortexes.

Lin Yuan gave a cold sneer.

He raised his hand, and the fragment of the "key of chaos" in his palm emitted a piercing hum.

"Logic?"

The high-frequency vibration blade in Lin Yuan's hand slammed into the deck beneath his feet.

Mental network fully open.

titan divine power followed his will, passing through the Leviathan's nerve bundles, instantly amplifying a hundred million times and exploding outward from the center.

"My blade is the logic."

A purple mental shockwave swept across the star sector.

The information stream attempting to control human thoughts was brutally shattered.

The previously stalled soldiers suddenly snapped back to their senses, the confusion in their eyes instantly replaced by ferocity.

"Fuck! Who just tried to wipe my brain?"

"Screw those damn tin cans!"

Zhao Gang's Longxiang Fleet didn't even wait for orders; thousands of modified planetary-grade heavy cannons turned their muzzles simultaneously.

Target: That smooth geometric warship.

Lin Yuan drew his blade, its tip pointing at that giant mirror.

"All units, fire at will."

"Shatter this mirror. We're going in to meet that 'God'."

The barrage of beam cannons submerged the white geometric fleet.

The fire from the explosions slid off the smooth armor surfaces, but the massive kinetic energy still knocked them askew.

The human fighting style lacked any formal patterns.

It wasn't salvos or tactical maneuvers.

It was pure fire saturation.

As long as the barrels weren't glowing red, they kept pulling the triggers; as long as the ammunition wasn't empty, they never let go.

Lin Yuan even saw several modified frigates painted with the words "Demolition Office" directly hurl dozens of alloy cables with barbs, firmly hooking a stray Papacy cruiser and then dragging it back at full power.

They wanted to drag it back to sell for scrap metal.

"Warning. Logic barrier overloaded." Alita's voice trembled slightly, but was mostly filled with excitement. "Boss, they're in chaos! Their computing cores can't handle this kind of suicidal looting that lacks any tactical logic!"

The octahedral fleet began to retreat.

They tried to pull back and regroup.

But Lin Yuan gave them no chance.

Earth's own thrusters erupted in a golden-red halo once more.

"Accelerate."

The massive planet, like a bowling ball, crushed every obstacle in its path and smashed straight through the mechanical fleet's blockade.

The path ahead suddenly opened up.

Everyone held their breath.

The so-called "Gods Graveyard" was not a tomb.

It was a massive dyson sphere structure enclosing a star. But it wasn't built to harvest energy—it was built for imprisonment.

The star's light was locked away by layers of metal rings, leaving only streaks of dark red gaps.

And on the surface of the dyson sphere, countless transparent pipelines were densely packed.

Inside each pipeline floated hundreds of millions of... biological specimens.

There were humans, Zerg, and alien behemoths never seen before.

They were in a state of hibernation, covered in electrodes.

Academician Wang's voice rang out in the channel, filled with extreme horror: "My God... those aren't specimens... they're batteries! No, they're biological processors!"

Lin Yuan's pupils constricted sharply.

He saw it clearly.

The brains of those imprisoned creatures were vibrating at high frequencies. Every bit of their computing power was being squeezed out and funneled into the core of the dyson sphere.

"Welcome to the truth."

That cold voice spoke again.

This time, there was no broadcast.

A massive holographic projection appeared in front of Earth.

It was a giant of light and shadow, tens of thousands of kilometers tall. It had no facial features, only a face composed of countless flowing data streams.

The Mechanical Pope—Prophet.

"Crude primitives." Prophet's data-face looked down upon the tiny Earth. "You think you are evolving? No, you are merely a random variable in my petri dish."

Lin Yuan stood on the bridge, looking up at this giant that obscured the starry sky.

He didn't speak, but silently pulled out a piece of compressed rations from his pocket, tore open the packaging, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chew. Swallow.

"So, the genetic lock was your doing?" Lin Yuan asked.

"That is the 'safety valve'." Prophet's voice vibrated in the vacuum. "The emotions and desires of carbon-based lifeforms are the source of chaos in the universe. I lock your potential and only extract your brain's computing power to maintain the operation of the 'Main Brain'. This is the meaning of existence granted to you."

"Meaning?"

Lin Yuan laughed.

He swallowed the last bite of the rations and brushed the crumbs off his hands.

"I rescued my compatriots from the mouths of bugs not to have them serve as batteries for you."

Lin Yuan turned around and looked at the screen behind him.

On the screen were the angry faces of billions of survivors worldwide.

"Academician Wang, have you analyzed the structure of that big guy?"

"Analysis complete!" Academician Wang's fingers danced across the keyboard. "That's a pure energy projection! His main body is inside the dyson sphere! But... the outer defensive shield is a conceptual-level 'Physical Blockade'; conventional weapons can't penetrate it!"

"Who said I was going to use weapons?"

Lin Yuan took off his military overcoat, revealing his bare torso.

Purple void patterns surged wildly beneath his skin, the muscles on his back bulging as if something was about to burst out of his body.

"A Ji, channel all of the Leviathan's energy into my throne."

"Boss? Your body won't be able to handle that!"

"Execute the order."

Lin Yuan sat back onto the throne crafted from the Zerg Queen's carapace.

Countless neural tentacles sprouted from the back of the chair and pierced into his spine.

Earth stopped its advance.

All lights went out.

The entire planet plunged into darkness, save for the throne where Lin Yuan sat, which lit up with a piercing purple glow.

"Since you are computing power, data, and logic."

Lin Yuan's voice became deep and raspy, like a hungry ghost from the abyss.

"Then I'll show you what 'unreasonable' looks like."

Talent activated—[Void Gluttony: Conceptual Devourment].

In the void behind Lin Yuan, a mouth split open.

It wasn't a mouth in the physical sense.

It was a spatial rift spanning tens of thousands of kilometers. The edges of the rift were jagged, as if a chunk of cosmic space had been bitten off.

The giant purple mouth slowly opened, aiming at the giant of light and shadow.

"Dinner time."