78: Chapter 78 Crushing Hercules and Plundering Godhood

War, from the very first moment of contact, had already declared its end.

This was not a contest between equals, but a cold, precise, and cost-insensitive genocide from across the sea of stars.

The red tide of Dragonblood Orcs, carrying the primal rage that shook the earth, collided head-on with the green torrent of the Zerg Swarm.

There was no earth-shattering clash of metal, only the teeth-grinding sound of shattering bones and the "hissing" of strong acid corroding flesh.

The immense strength that the Dragonblood Orcs prided themselves on, when slammed into the front-line Zerg units, only left shallow white marks on their carapaces. In the next second, sharp claw blades would slice through their throats from impossible angles, or directly pierce their dragon-scale-covered chests.

Individual bravery appeared pale and ridiculous in the face of absolute numbers and fearless group charges.

"Silver Wing Legion, execute 'surgical' strikes."

Ten thousand meters above, the thin air was as cold as a blade. Andra hovered beneath the shadow of the leviathan, his silver metallic skeleton reflecting the glimmer of the stars; his voice resonated directly in the minds of every Silver Wing warrior through the psionic energy network.

The order was issued without the slightest delay.

Beams of psionic energy, deep purple in color, silently tore through the sky, piercing with precision—at speeds exceeding the limits of visual capture—those shamans on the ground who were roaring and chanting, attempting to bestow a berserk status upon the Dragonblood Orcs.

An aged Dragonblood Shaman was holding high a staff made from the skull of a giant beast, chanting an ancient war song, with wild crimson energy surging around his body.

In the next instant, his roar came to an abrupt halt.

A beam of psionic energy descended from the sky, accurately penetrating from the crown of his head, instantly evaporating his entire cranial cavity along with the brain tissue inside. The raised staff fell weakly, and his massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Similar scenes played out across the battlefield.

Those commanders, shamans, and warlords, whom the Dragonblood Orcs regarded as spiritual leaders and combat force amplifiers, were picked off one by one by the grim reapers in the sky before they could issue any effective orders.

The momentum of the Dragonblood Orcs' charge became visibly chaotic.

The furious Dragonblood Orcs hurled their bone spears and stone axes into the sky, but those weapons fell powerlessly after reaching a height of a thousand meters, unable to even reach one-tenth of the altitude where Andra was.

This was a despairing distance.

"Baneling cluster, execute second wave saturation strike."

On the ground, the massive brain of the cerebrate Zaz pulsed with cold, calculating light within its folds, and the cold order was issued once again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless spherical creatures emitting ominous green light rolled and bounced, charging into the Orc formation, which had fallen into chaos due to the paralysis of their command system, in a bizarre and efficient manner.

There were no screams, only a series of deafening explosions!

Violent acid mixed with exploding flames formed a green zone of death. The tough dragon scales that the Dragonblood Orcs prided themselves on—enough to withstand swords and blades—were as fragile as soaked paper in the face of strong acid capable of corroding alloys.

Flesh, bone, and scale armor were rapidly dissolved in the green acid, turning into pools of viscous liquid bubbling with foul-smelling gas.

The front line of the Orcs was completely "melted" in almost a single breath.

"Damn it!!"

Deep within the savage mountains, at the summit of the fortress, Hercules watched with his own eyes as his people were slaughtered so easily and cruelly; the tyrannical flames in his crimson eyes were about to erupt.

"Despicable invaders!"

A roar that shook the heavens and earth made the entire mountain range hum.

The divine power within his body burned without reservation. Beneath his crimson skin, scalding energy flowed like magma, his knotted muscles expanded once more, emitting a terrifying pressure capable of distorting the air.

The totem pillar in his hand—that weapon made from the spine of an ancient giant beast—swelled in the wind!

Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters... ten thousand meters!

The totem pillar transformed into a giant mountain connecting heaven and earth, bringing the power to crush everything, and smashed down violently toward the massive Broodmother behind the Zerg Swarm and the leviathan in the sky!

He intended to destroy the command center and logistics base of this swarm of bugs with a single strike using the purest and most absolute power!

Just at this moment.

"Your opponent is me."

A voice, cold to the point of containing no emotion, echoed from the clouds above the nine heavens.

A dragon head, vast beyond imagination, slowly emerged from the churning clouds. It was a hideous skull constructed of stark white bone and black carapace, with purple psionic energy flames burning in its eye sockets.

Bio-Bone Dragon Theodore!

It opened its massive maw, and a psionic energy breath, condensed to the extreme, transformed into a deep purple beam of destruction, accurately striking the side of the ten-thousand-meter totem pillar.

"Boom—!!!"

An impact capable of shaking heaven and earth erupted ten thousand meters in the air.

The totem pillar was knocked violently off course by this torrent of terrifying energy and smashed into a nearby uninhabited mountain peak.

Rumble!

That mountain peak, thousands of meters high, was like a biscuit hit by a giant hammer under the impact of the totem pillar; from the summit to the base, it instantly collapsed and shattered, turning into a sky full of dust.

Hercules' full-force strike was neutralized so easily.

And this was just the beginning.

At the moment Theodore poked its dragon head out, a figure descended silently in front of Hercules.

Su Chen's true body.

He did not use any massive Dharma form, simply floating in front of the hundred-meter-tall giant in his human form, looking disproportionately small.

But the aura emanating from his body made Hercules feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

It was an absolute suppression originating from the level of life and the height of the laws.

In Su Chen's hand, a blood-red long blade, condensed entirely from the law power of the [divine portfolio of slaughter], slowly emerged. On the blade, it seemed as if hundreds of millions of living beings were wailing, and the endless aura of slaughter condensed into tangible blood-red electric arcs, leaping on the edge.

Behind him, the pitch-black Wings of Calamity unfolded silently, blocking the sunlight of the sky and casting a shadow of death.

"Die."

No superfluous nonsense, no flashy moves.

Only power pure to the extreme and overwhelming suppression of laws.

Su Chen's figure disappeared.

Hercules' massive head couldn't even turn in time; his dynamic vision, which had been enhanced to the limit by divine power, was completely unable to capture Su Chen's movements.

Pfft!

A subtle sound, almost negligible.

A flash of blood.

Time seemed to have been slowed down countless times at this moment.

Hercules' massive head, with a look of confusion and disbelief, separated from his huge body and soared into the sky.

Golden divine blood, no longer the crimson red of magma, but the most original brilliant gold, sprayed out crazily from his severed neck like a bursting waterfall.

A rhombus-shaped crystal, emitting a heavy earthy-yellow light and pulsating like a heart, slowly emerged from his falling headless corpse.

[godhead of strength]!

Su Chen's figure appeared again, grabbing the warm godhead in his hand.

"Broodmother! Analyze the structure of the godhead immediately!"

"Extract [Absolute Strength Gene]!"

The cold order was issued in the psychic network.

Su Chen had no attachment to this newly acquired godhead, nor did he intend to absorb it himself.

His gaze turned to the rear of the battlefield, to that behemoth that looked like a moving mountain.

[Abyssal Thunder Beast - Titan].

Su Chen's figure instantly crossed space and appeared on top of Titan's head, pressing the [godhead of strength] into Titan's thick carapace without hesitation.

"Roar—!!"

An unprecedented, excruciating pain and violent power instantly spread throughout Titan's body. It raised its head and let out a roar capable of tearing the firmament; it was a wild cry mixed with pain and evolution.

The earthy-yellow divine power light crazily intertwined and fused with the dark power of the abyss within Titan.

Beneath its originally pure black carapace, pieces of crimson, metallic-lustrous dense dragon scales began to grow. Its size expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, climbing all the way from the hundred-meter level to two hundred meters!

Every muscle fiber was reorganizing and compressing, reaching a terrifying density that made one's heart tremble.

[Congratulations, Overlord! Your unit 'Abyssal Thunder Beast - Titan' has completed its evolution!]

[Current form: Abyssal Dragon-Armored Thunder Beast (Tier 8 Legendary Peak)!]

Power and defense, invincible among the same rank!