142: Chapter 142 Space-Based Weapons Devastate the Land!

The engine hum of the Ghost Fortress had been pushed to its limit.

Inside the four-story Pilot Tower, the floating giant trees outside the panoramic windows receded at a terrifying speed. Metal leaf fragments were shredded by the airflow, pattering against the C-grade shield before bouncing off.

Chen Chen controlled the stick with one hand, his back resting against the pilot's chair, while his other hand rested on the back of the co-commander's chair.

Forty-four vehicle icons jumped on Jiang Jiuyou's holographic panel; her ten fingers slid across the formation adjustment parameters at an extremely fast frequency.

Her silver-white low ponytail hung over the back of the chair, brushing against Chen Chen's knuckles as the vehicle swayed slightly.

Chen Chen's fingertips slid down from the leather of the chair back, brushing against the fabric of Jiang Jiuyou's military coat on her right shoulder.

Jiang Jiuyou's shoulder blades tensed.

Her fingers, sliding across the panel, paused for 0.3 seconds.

"The third echelon is dragging speed by seven percent."

"Iron Wall's two troop carriers have overheating engines; I suggest dropping to the third team's position to decelerate and follow—"

Chen Chen's hand didn't move.

His fingertips slid from her shoulder line to the back of her neck.

Jiang Jiuyou's neck tensed into a straight line.

Her slender, snow-white neck, where veins were faintly visible, heaved twice at the collar of her black high-neck shirt.

"—I am reporting."

"Mm, I'm listening."

"Your hand."

"What about it?"

Jiang Jiuyou gritted her teeth.

Her ice-blue pupils stared fixedly at the panel, but the corners of her eyes couldn't help but flush a very faint red.

"Chen Chen—"

The communicator exploded.

Shen Wanbing's voice rose by two degrees as it rushed into the Pilot Tower: "Eighty-seven kilometers to the Magnetic Storm Canyon—the heat source in the target area is surging!"

A 3D holographic projection popped up in the center of the Pilot Tower.

A massive dark red block was deadlocking both ends of the canyon.

Densely packed small red dots were squeezed into a cluster; Shen Wanbing's Radar precision was already high enough to distinguish every individual.

"Three thousand two hundred and seventeen humanoid heat sources, all carrying the Ashen faith mark."

Shen Wanbing's voice suppressed extreme tension, "Deep in the canyon—the cold-blooded alien signal is extremely weak, only seven life signs remain, six of which are dying, and only one is still outputting combat-level energy fluctuations."

Yi Chang.

Chen Chen released his hand from Jiang Jiuyou's shoulder, leaned forward, and grabbed the control stick and weapon control panel with both hands simultaneously.

"Jiuyou."

Jiang Jiuyou had already put away all her amorous emotions, her ice-blue pupils switching back to combat mode.

"The entire fleet is entering level one combat readiness; the third echelon will close the gap to within one kilometer."

"Not enough."

Chen Chen pushed the engine power from ninety-five percent directly to the full-load redline, "Switch to zero-distance following, walk right against the main vehicle."

Jiang Jiuyou's fingers slid twice more across the panel.

"Entire fleet—zero-distance follow the main vehicle! All pilots manually lock onto the main vehicle's trail; anyone with a deviation of more than fifty meters is responsible for it themselves!"

A chorus of urgent confirmations filled the communication channel.

Eighty-seven kilometers.

A limit speed of 340 yards.

Fifteen minutes.

The scene in the panoramic window changed drastically in the last thirty seconds.

The density of the floating giant trees suddenly thinned, replaced by a terrifying rift valley more than two hundred meters wide and estimated to be over a thousand meters deep—the Magnetic Storm Canyon.

There were no acid swamps at the bottom of the canyon.

The exposed dark rock walls were covered in blue electric arcs, magnetic storm energy surging back and forth between the two walls, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone.

And at both ends of the canyon—

It was packed with people.

More than three thousand fanatics wearing gray-white cloth robes with twisted flame totems branded on their chests, driving various types of war vehicles welded with bone decorations, had sealed both ends of the canyon airtight.

Deep in the canyon, a silver-gray shadow, whose form was no longer clear, had been forced into a corner of the rock wall.

The corpses of six Snake Scale Tribe guards were scattered around.

Yi Chang.

Her half-snake body was covered in torn wounds, most of her silver-gray scales had peeled off, and the light armor on her upper body was shattered into several pieces hanging on her, barely covering her vital points.

An energy spear broken in two lay across in front of her.

Her ice-blue vertical pupils were still glowing.

But she was already at the end of her rope.

More than twenty believers were surrounding her from three directions, holding binding devices with biological tentacles, preparing to capture her alive.

High in the air, the Bishop of Ashes's second avatar hovered above the canyon.

Beneath the gray-white cloak, two clusters of dark red flames burned in hollow eye sockets.

"Capture the snake woman alive, drain her bloodline—"

Chen Chen's hand pressed onto the red button.

It was dark.

At an altitude of five hundred meters, the five-hundred-square-meter dark gold fortress suddenly blocked all the sky above the canyon.

A huge shadow descended with an irresistible posture, enveloping the Magnetic Storm Canyon completely.

More than three thousand fanatics looked up simultaneously.

Everyone's movements stopped.

Even the twenty-plus believers who were besieging Yi Chang froze in place.

Three seconds of dead silence.

"—What is that?!"

The answer to them was a beam of ghostly blue light.

S-grade Void Annihilation Matrix—range suppression mode.

The diamond-shaped prism at the top of the hemispherical device suddenly stopped rotating, and the sound of the grade a nuclear reactor extracting dark energy echoed across the entire canyon as a low-frequency resonance.

Then the beam exploded.

Not a line.

A 120-degree sector.

A ghostly blue dark energy light curtain poured down from the roof of the vehicle.

In the area swept by the light curtain, air, rock, flesh—all matter was directly erased from a physical level.

There wasn't even a sound.

Over a thousand believers and hundreds of war vehicles blocking the north exit of the canyon disappeared from the scene, as if a projector had been turned off, the moment the light curtain swept over.

Within an eight-hundred-meter radius covered by the ghostly blue light curtain, everything in existence was cleaned away completely.

The ground was plowed into trenches dozens of meters deep, the cross-sections as smooth as mirrors, reflecting a glazed, ghostly blue sheen.

Ninety seconds.

The beam stopped.

Three thousand two hundred and seventeen people.

One thousand one hundred had vanished.

In the communication channel, Iron Wall's adjutant was retching.

The formation of the remaining two thousand-plus believers had completely collapsed.

The hundreds of people closest to the edge of the light curtain watched with their own eyes as their companions evaporated into thin air—some were left with only half a body, the cross-section so smooth it could reflect their own images, and they collapsed before they could even feel the pain.

"Fake—Fake God! That's the Fake God's weapon!"

The Ashen avatar roared in fury in mid-air, the two clusters of dark red flames expanding wildly.

"Don't retreat! The Lord will protect you—"

Before it could finish speaking.

The armored door of the Ghost Fortress exploded open.

The forty-five-ton steel behemoth hovered five hundred meters above the canyon.

Chen Chen stepped on the edge of the cabin door with one foot, the void-rending ship-slaying blade held horizontally at his waist, purple energy veins lighting up from the hilt all the way to the tip.

Then he jumped.

A five-hundred-meter freefall.

Absolute Control: Gravity Field erupted the instant before he landed—twenty times gravity pushed outward from Chen Chen as the center.

The shockwave that smashed through the bottom of the canyon slammed the fanatics within a thirty-meter radius directly into the rock wall.

Gravel splashed, and the ground collapsed into a ten-meter-diameter pit.

Chen Chen stood at the bottom of the pit.

147 constitution, 68 agility.

He didn't even bend his legs.

The Ashen avatar's dark red flame pupils looked at the figure at the bottom of the pit, and the two flames shook simultaneously.

Then a mental pollution ripple erupted—

Dark red materialized ripples poured out from the avatar, the mental erosion they carried causing the surrounding rock walls to begin to twist.

In the fleet above the canyon, the independents with low Spirit attributes bore the brunt, and seven or eight people clutched their temples and fell down.

But Chen Chen—

88 Mental Power plus the mental tolerance threshold granted by Physical Overlimit; the dark red ripples hit him just like hitting a wall, and were physically bounced off.

He raised his blade.

He took a step forward.

The void-rending ship-slaying blade triggered a full-power gravity pulse.

The blade light was purple-red.

The Ashen avatar's bone spur weapon shattered into slag in mid-air.

Second strike.

Decapitation.

The gray-white phantom split into two from the middle, the dark red flames struggled in the air for a second, and then extinguished.

The seed ejected from the avatar's remains, the black crystal rolling twice on the ground.

Chen Chen stepped on it and crushed it.

The canyon was completely silent.

More than two thousand remaining believers looked at the man at the bottom of the pit—descending from the sky, shattering the ground with bare hands, cutting the avatar in two strikes, crushing the seed with one step—everyone's legs went weak.

"Release—release the hounds."