152: Chapter 152 The Desperate Thunderstorm Legion and the Mermaid's Intelligence

"No! My believers! My Thunderstorm Legion!"

MacDonald's wail tore through his throat as divine blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, carrying a searing, scalding pain.

The scroll of the Divine Domain before his eyes was being crudely smeared, covered, and completely overturned by a tyrannical black pigment.

A frontline?

That thing had already ceased to exist during the Thunder Beast King's first charge.

Every stomp from Hyperis and Terra triggered a small-scale directional earthquake. The earth cracked, lifting rubble and debris high into the air. Thousands of Orc warriors didn't even have time to see the shadow of the giant feet before they were pressed into the depths of the mantle along with the ground beneath them.

Destruction was so easy, so efficient.

However, what truly shattered MacDonald's Divine Soul was the "black tide" continuously pouring down from the abdominal cavity of the Leviathan Mothership.

They had arrived.

A deathly insect tide composed of millions of Dragon-Armored Zerglings.

The moment they landed, they turned into countless streaks of black lightning racing across the ground, instantly crushing all remaining formations with an eerie footwork that defied the Laws of physics.

A battle-hardened Orc Warlord roared as he unleashed the lightning accumulated on his battle-axe without reservation; a thick bolt of lightning accurately struck the back of a Zergling.

"Zzzzt—"

That was the lightning Spell the Orcs were so proud of.

However, the expected explosion and charring did not occur.

That violent thunder merely kicked up a string of insignificant electric sparks on the dark dragon-scale carapace before being completely absorbed, neutralized, and returned to nothingness.

The grimace on the Warlord's face froze.

In the next instant, that Zergling had already pounced in front of him.

He only had time to see a suddenly enlarged mouthpart filled with countless layers of fine, alloy-sharp teeth.

"Crunch!"

A crisp sound of shattering.

The enchanted helmet the Warlord took pride in, along with his hard skull, was bitten off in one mouthful.

Red and white sprayed out.

This wasn't a war at all.

This was a one-sided hunt.

This was feeding.

Wherever the insect tide passed, the Orcs' roars, the radiance of Spells, and the ring of weapons were rapidly and irreversibly replaced by another sound.

"Crunch... crunch... crunch..."

It was a terrifying symphony of bones being bitten through, flesh being torn, and life being chewed.

MacDonald discovered in despair that his connection to this Divine Domain was being forcibly stripped away by a higher-order will. He tried to mobilize his Divine Power to condense thunder, but those elements that used to come at a call were now sluggish, stagnant, and even showed rejection toward him.

The "Thunder Divine Power" he mastered was actually powerless in the face of this intruder named Su Chen.

Upon the throne of the Leviathan Mothership.

Su Chen rested his head on one hand, calmly watching the earth below being swallowed by crimson and black.

On his body, the radiance of three divine portfolios slowly flowed and intertwined, yet remained clearly distinct.

The deep purple Law of Thunder turned into fine electric arcs dancing at his fingertips; every flicker caused the lightning elements of the Divine Domain below to let out a wail.

The cyan Law of Gale condensed into an invisible cloak behind him, fluttering silently yet disrupting the airflow of the entire plane.

The silver-black Law of Rainstorm settled in the depths of his eyes, making his gaze as profound as the sea surface before a storm's arrival.

Under such pure, high-level Law suppression, the crude Divine Power MacDonald squeezed from faith was like a firefly meeting the bright moon.

No, it wasn't even a firefly.

It was merely a subject meeting a monarch, prostrating humbly on the ground and trembling, its very right to take form completely stripped away.

"Too weak."

Su Chen shook his head.

He couldn't even be bothered to personally end that so-called "Thunder God."

His gaze moved away from the light screen and turned toward his side.

There, an exquisite figure had her head bowed deeply, her posture respectful to the extreme.

The Naga Queen, Selina.

She possessed the most perfect upper body of a human female, with every inch of skin as smooth as jade, and wavy deep-blue long hair like living seaweed, perfectly covering the breathtaking fullness of her chest.

Her lower body was a long snake tail covered in sapphire-like translucent scales.

The tail coiled gently on the cold deck, each scale reflecting a dreamlike luster under the throne's radiance.

"Dominator, the battle is decided."

Selina's voice rang out, like the chant of a siren from the deep sea—ethereal, pleasant, and carrying a magic that could bewitch the Soul.

But the gaze she directed at Su Chen held no seduction, only pure, almost fanatical worship.

"Although the Law of Thunder in this Divine Domain is crude, the energy contained within is good nourishment for your 'Titan Thunder Beasts'."

"Mm."

Su Chen gave a faint response, his thoughts already detached from this dull victory.

"Tell me the intelligence you mentioned before once more."

The command was given.

Selina immediately straightened her flexible back, her entire aura becoming solemn.

"Yes, Dominator."

She responded respectfully and began to recall the Legacy memories from the deepest part of her Bloodline.

"According to the information I obtained from my tribe's ancient Legacy memories, three Star Domain coordinates away from here, there exists a super-giant water element plane called the 'Endless Blue Sea'."

"That plane has birthed a special resource called 'Deep Sea Originium'."

A hint of uncontrollable excitement crept into Selina's voice.

"That Originium is the core that constitutes the Origin of the water element plane, containing the purest and most primitive Law of Water. If we can seize it, your water-based Zerg units... even those Leviathan Motherships serving as the cornerstones of war, could undergo an essential, leap-like evolution."

She paused, seemingly searching for the most appropriate words to describe that evolution.

"For example, gaining the 'Liquid Reconstitution' ability, allowing the leviathan's hull to freely transform between solid and liquid states, granting immunity to most physical strikes. Or 'Deep Sea Stealth', allowing the entire fleet to blend into any liquid environment and even perform faster-than-light navigation within sub-space currents."

A sharp glint flashed through Su Chen's compound eyes.

Deep Sea Originium?

A resource that could cause an essential evolution in the leviathans!

The value of this thing could no longer be measured by conventional units.

It was a priceless treasure that could raise the upper limit of his entire Zerg Swarm civilization!

"Very good."

Su Chen's fingertips lightly tapped on the armrest of the throne, producing a rhythmic clicking sound.

His gaze fell back onto the light screen; on the screen, the last bit of resistance from the Thunderstorm Legion had been completely submerged.

His voice, cold and greedy, echoed within the empty bridge.

"Once we finish digesting this Thunder God Domain, the next target will be the Endless Blue Sea."

The corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Before that..."

"Let's squeeze the last bit of value out of this waste."

The moment his voice fell.

On the battlefield below, the last Orc Warlord still swinging his battle-axe in a desperate struggle was accurately targeted by a giant foot falling from the sky.

It was Hyperis.

That Warlord looked up, his face covered in blood and unyielding madness.

Then, his entire world was swallowed by a rapidly expanding shadow.

"Boom—"

The giant foot fell, and when it rose again, only a bottomless pit remained, along with a meat patty mixed with soil and rubble that could no longer be distinguished.

At this point, all organized resistance in the entire Thunder God Domain was swept clean.

The sounds of killing, explosions, wails... everything vanished.

The world fell into a deathly silence.

No.

It wasn't complete silence.

A sound that made one's scalp tingle began to ring from every corner of the battlefield, gradually merging into a terrifying wave of sound.

It was the sound of the Zerg Swarm... feeding.

The rustling sound of countless mouthparts tearing through armor, chewing bones, and swallowing flesh.