151: Chapter 151 Interdimensional Invasion and the Thunder Beast King's Charge

Thunder God Domain, War Temple.

The temple was cast from ten-thousand-ton Thunderous Boulders, its entire structure flickering with inextinguishable electric light, serving as the absolute core of this semi-plane.

At this moment, on the towering divine platform in front of the temple, MacDonald was clad in a suit of complex and magnificent Purple-Gold Thunder Armor, his hand tightly gripping the Thunder Scepter that symbolized divine authority and power. He was bathed in leaping arcs of electricity, every wisp of electric light manifesting his nobility and strength as the son of a veteran True God.

His gaze, carrying a hint of nonchalant scrutiny, swept across the vast plaza and fell upon the neatly lined-up legions below.

Those were a hundred thousand 'Thunderstorm Orcs'.

Their skin presented a greenish-gray hue from being tempered by lightning year-round, their muscles were knotted, and hideous fangs protruded from their lower lips. Every single one had a physique far exceeding that of a human, and with every breath, the air exhaled from their nostrils carried traces of electrical sparks.

This was no ragtag bunch.

This was the trump card MacDonald had spent three thousand years meticulously crafting, fusing countless Thunder Crystal Cores unique to his divine domain. It was the foundation of his confidence to challenge any demigod.

In the legion, even the weakest soldier stood firmly at the threshold of Rank 4. The runic battle-axes in their hands were engraved with the dual divine scripts of 'Paralysis' and 'Armor Piercing', flashing with a lethal cold light under the reflection of the lightning.

One hundred thousand thunderous creations stood silent as mountains. The gathered aura of iron blood and lightning almost compressed the air until it became viscous.

"Hmph, a newly ascended demigod who won a few matches by luck in the City of Deities actually thinks he can reach as high as the heavens?"

A cruel and arrogant curve hooked the corner of MacDonald's mouth. At the tip of his scepter, a massive ball of lightning sizzled, resonating with his surging divinity.

"That idiot named Su Chen simply doesn't understand that the essence of a divine war is not individual bravery, but the crushing weight of one's foundation!"

His voice was filled with disdain.

"My Thunderstorm Legion enjoys the full amplification of the Law of Thunder within this divine domain plane. They are the immortal Whip of the Thunder God! As long as he dares to teleport those pathetic insects over, I'll let him see with his own eyes how his legion is torn to shreds and electrocuted into charcoal..."

His words came to a sudden halt.

The confidence of a master strategist froze on his face.

An indescribable sense of oppression shrouded the entire world without warning.

The 'clear sky', which had always been a weave of purple electricity due to the Law of Thunder, was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't dark clouds.

The Laws of the divine domain gave no warning, and the weather System remained unchanged.

It was a more fundamental darkness. It was as if an invisible giant hand was outside the plane, slowly twisting off the 'light source' of this world.

On the divine platform, MacDonald's pupils suddenly constricted.

He jerked his head up.

In the next second, he witnessed the most terrifying scene of his life.

Boom—Rumble—!!!

A thunderous roar that did not belong to lightning echoed from the highest point of the firmament.

It wasn't a sound, but the wailing and groaning of space itself.

The sky, that stable canopy constructed from his Divine Power and Laws, developed a pitch-black crack right in its center.

Immediately following that, the crack spread frantically like a spiderweb, and the structure of the entire sky emitted a 'crackling' sound like shattering glass.

Something... was coming in!

A shadow so massive it was beyond imagination was squeezing through the space barrier of this plane from behind the crack in an extremely savage and brutal manner!

Rip—!

The space barrier was completely torn open, leaving a massive gap.

The bow of a ship, enveloped in psionic energy from the Void Realm so thick it was inseparable and violent lightning, emerged from that shattered void, forcibly descending!

It was too massive.

Just the bow alone blotted out half the sky.

When its entire hull completely squeezed into this plane, the entire Thunder God Domain trembled violently, as if unable to bear the weight.

This was a pitch-black biological giant ship over tens of kilometers in length.

It lacked the cold reflection of metal; the hull's surface was covered in a thick, shimmering biological cuticle, filled with complex biological structures that squirmed slowly like living things. Purple void lightning coursed over the hull like the Bloodlines of a giant beast.

The void leviathan mothership!

It blotted out the sun, its Divine Might like a prison!

With its descent, the lightning aura that the hundred thousand Thunderstorm Orc legion below took pride in was instantly crushed to pieces by a pressure from a higher level, mixed with the will of destruction and devouring.

Commotion broke out in the military ranks. Those hideous Orcs now actually showed beast-like fear, uneasily pawing the ground and letting out low whimpers.

On the divine platform, the color instantly drained from MacDonald's face.

For the first time, the Thunder Scepter in his hand seemed so small and powerless.

In the moment he was dazed, the countless closed, decorative-looking giant biological compound eyes on the surface of the Leviathan Mothership's hull all snapped open at the same time!

Billions of cold, ruthless gazes, devoid of any Impurities, focused on the temple plaza below.

It was a deity looking down at dust.

It was a Dragon staring at ants.

"What... what... is this thing?!"

MacDonald's voice was dry and trembling. That pride belonging to a son of a god was shattered by the impact of such absolute mass and power.

...

Aboard the Leviathan Mothership, atop the Dominator's Throne.

Su Chen's consciousness sat upon the massive biological throne, his body integrated with the entire mothership's neural center.

Everything in the Thunder God Domain below was transformed into the most precise holographic images through neural links, presented within his will.

He 'saw' the son of a god standing on the high platform, seeing the entire process of his face turning from arrogance to horror, and then to his current state of shock.

He also 'saw' those hundred thousand so-called trump card legions.

"This is your trump card?"

"A hundred thousand green-skins that can discharge electricity?"

In Su Chen's will, there was no mockery, no anger, only a coldness and indifference that was almost absolute zero.

For a predator, the process was meaningless.

What he wanted was only the result.

Without a single word of nonsense, Su Chen issued the first divine decree of this battle within the vast mental network:

"Scorched earth operation."

"Crush them."

The moment the command was issued, the entire Zerg Swarm network was activated!

Screech—!!!

A sharp roar loud enough to shatter the Soul emitted from the depths of the Leviathan Mothership, transformed into a physical sonic storm through an amplification field, sweeping across the entire divine domain!

At the mothership's belly, heavy biological hatch doors swung open with a tooth-aching 'creak'.

Two massive, meatball-like biological drop pods were deployed directly from ten thousand meters in the air.

Their shells rapidly ignited during the intense friction with the atmosphere, turning into two destructive meteors trailing crimson tails, plummeting at high speed toward the densest center of the Thunderstorm Orc legion below with an unrivaled posture!

MacDonald snapped awake, a lethal sense of crisis originating from the depths of his Soul making his hair stand on end!

"Quick! Defense! Divine Power shield!!"

He roared with all his might.

However, it was too late.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Two extremely dull explosions, as if the heart of the earth had been crushed by a heavy hammer, merged into one.

The entire Thunder God Domain jumped violently.

At the impact points, two small mushroom clouds mixed with soil, rubble, and electric light rose into the sky, reaching a height of a thousand meters. A terrifying shockwave spread outward in concentric circles, flipping thousands of Orcs on the periphery into the air like straw.

When the raging dust slightly dissipated.

Within the two giant craters created by the impact, two terrifying beasts that would make all living beings despair slowly stood upright.

Their height exceeded five hundred meters, like moving mountain ranges.

Planetary-grade Thunder Beast Kings—Hyperis! Terra!

Several-meter-thick dark-black chitinous heavy armor covered their bodies, with scorching lava-like biomass flowing through the gaps in the carapace. Their iconic, massive, and hideous monomolecular blades, resembling scythes, shimmered with psionic radiance capable of cutting through all things under the dim sky.

With every breath, high-temperature acid mist with strong corrosiveness spewed from their mouthparts, burning the ground beneath their feet with a 'sizzling' sound.

Su Chen's intent was issued once more.

"Charge."

The command was simple and direct.

In the next moment, the two Thunder Beast Kings simultaneously lifted their giant feet, which were capable of crushing cities, and stomped down heavily!

Thump! Thump!

At that moment, it was as if a magnitude twelve earthquake had erupted in this divine domain.

The ground rose, fell, and cracked in visible waves!

"Block them!!"

"For the Thunder God! Form ranks! Block them!!"

MacDonald let out a scream that was distorted by terror.

At the very front of the military formation, tens of thousands of the most elite Thunderstorm Orcs let out their final roars, bracing their giant shields firmly in front of them, attempting to form a steel defensive line with their flesh and blood.

However, in front of two biological tanks with a total weight exceeding several million tons, the so-called elite legions and the so-called steel defensive lines were as fragile as paper toys.

Bang—Squelch!!

Hyperis didn't even use his giant blades.

He simply lowered his head and slammed his massive, hideous, forklift-like chitinous crest fiercely into the Orc phalanx.

There were no screams.

Or rather, the screams were drowned out by the even louder sound of shattering in the very first millisecond they were uttered.

At the point of impact, thousands of Orcs, along with their shields and battle-axes, were instantly compressed, crushed, and smashed into pools of blurred flesh and blood slurry!

The sound of bones shattering and internal organs bursting merged into a primal, bloody symphony.

A rain of blood bloomed mournfully amidst the electric light of the Thunder God Domain.

"Fly! Damn it! Fly!"

MacDonald had completely despaired; he pointed at the aerial units riding Thunderbirds and issued his final command.

"Attack them from the air!!"

Hundreds of Thunderbird Knights took the order, driving their mounts to forcibly take off amidst the chaos.

However, just as the wings of the first Thunderbird left the ground.

High above, the Leviathan Mothership hovering like a god of death made a new move.

Lumina, Dominator of Light, slowly spread her twelve brilliant wings made of pure light energy atop the bow.

Behind her, twenty-seven Light-Winged Insect Queens clad in golden carapaces uniformly raised the biological staves in their hands.

Lumina's will, cold and holy, echoed through the sky.

"This place is the Dominator's airspace. Flight is forbidden!"

Buzz—!

In an instant, tens of thousands of slender yet terrifyingly high-temperature golden rays fell from the sky like a rain of judgment with no blind spots, precisely covering all units attempting to take flight.

Those Thunderbirds that had just left the ground and the knights on their backs didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before they were instantly pierced, ignited, and evaporated by those 'Light of Judgment' rays in mid-air!

Not even a handful of ashes was left behind.

This was a massacre without suspense.

It was, even more so, a dimensional strike from a higher civilization and a higher dimension!