191: Chapter 195 No need for comprehension, the giant iron hammer is the best weapon-forging method.

The white jade central plaza of Yunze Star, once ethereal and immortal, was now a living hell.

Severed limbs and broken arms were mixed among the fragments of flying swords that had exploded within the deep craters, emitting a pungent stench of scorched metal and roasted flesh.

Those sword cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Star Alliance, who usually prided themselves on their purity and viewed mortals as ants, had long since lost the courage to maintain their formations.

Desperately abandoning their heavily injured sect brothers, they turned into streaks of panicked light and fled madly in all directions, completely ignoring the [Golden Crystal Flagship Grand Flying Sword] that once carried their dreams of splitting the bounty, which now lay wailing in the center of the ruins.

The thirty-meter-tall [Starfall Heavy Executioner Knight] spewed heavy, dark purple exhaust, standing quietly in the center of the wasteland.

Its high-frequency Chainsword, covered in shredded meat and cloth fragments, did not continue to hunt down the scattered remnants.

In Li Cang's tactical display, the pitiful storage bags on those small fry weren't worth wasting even a single round's cost of depleted uranium armor-piercing ammunition.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the flagship-grade grand golden sword, broken into two pieces, its surface spiritual power arrays still stubbornly flickering with a faint light.

"Work's done. Haul that oversized piece of scrap metal up for me." Inside the command room, Li Cang pressed the tractor beam deployment panel.

A deep, cavernous maw opened in the belly of the Exile Fortress.

Dozens of fine gold barbed chains, as thick as water buckets, lashed down onto the white jade plaza under the effect of an anti-gravity field.

The cold metal claws showed no mercy, digging deep into the spine of the Golden Crystal Flying Sword, which was carved with elegant defensive Dao patterns.

Only the harsh, screeching sound of cracking and grinding could be heard.

This expensive cultivation treasure, considered a mid-tier masterpiece even within the entire star sector, was like a leg of meat hooked by a butcher, dragged alive into the fortress's deep furnace hold amidst a cloud of debris and the noise of grinding gears.

"Close the bottom airlock, push the stealth system power to maximum. Initiate micro-curvature jump, and leave this nebula."

Li Cang didn't wait for the local anti-air forces, which might still be hiding underground, to react; he decisively issued the withdrawal order. A hunter doesn't wait by a freshly bloodied trap for the next batch of even fiercer tigers to follow the scent.

The massive Exile Fortress was like a black manta ray sinking into deep-sea silt; even the traces of its engine exhaust vanished under the erasure of the phased shields.

Only a devastated Yunze Star remained, trembling in the vacuum, unable to organize a search for a long time.

Fifteen minutes later. Safely detached at the predetermined coordinates.

Li Cang switched the main frequency monitor, focusing his gaze on the Great Crucible of Civilization in the lower hold, which was boiling violently.

The half-broken Golden Crystal Flying Sword, forced into the furnace, was sizzling under a high-temperature plasma welding torch constructed from Mars-end package blueprints.

Irritatingly, the interior of this sword was engraved with tens of thousands of complex psionic circulation mountain-protecting seals.

Every time ordinary physical erosion touched the sword's core, it would be stubbornly repelled by layers of rising multi-colored spiritual energy shields.

In the bottom right corner of the screen, the system coldly flashed a red warning message.

[Warning: High-purity idealistic cultivation-side Dao Rhyme shield detected.]

[The material's spiritual power rejection response is intense. Fusion compatibility with the current 'Warhammer Rugged Mass-Production Infrastructure Pool' is below two percent. It is recommended to seek a Senior Rune Decipherer for dimensionality-reduction decomposition; forced smelting may trigger a reactor explosion.]

"Find a decipherer?" Li Cang looked at the row of red characters, a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The things I snatched back—do I still have to invite him for tea and chat, begging him to hand over the vault password?"

His fingers on the control console flicked sharply, directly bypassing the gentle dismantling programs.

"Turn the hydraulic valves of the crushing and grinding channel to the maximum rated scale."

"Since its skin is too tough and it doesn't want to melt, then use the big pincers to chew it up and swallow it whole!"

Inside the lower hold, two massive alloy crushing iron walls, each weighing over a hundred thousand tons and originally used to mold the super keels of interstellar warships.

Under Li Cang's insane command, carrying enough crushing force to collapse the crust of a sub-planet, they slammed together to sandwich the flying sword glowing with resistant spiritual light.

Boom! Crackle-clatter!

No dazzling magical combat, no mysterious clashes of cultivation realms.

Under the absolutely unreasonable, perverted physical crushing tonnage.

The Golden Crystal Flying Sword's so-called protective sword qi, said to be able to withstand a full blow from a Deity Transformation stage cultivator, was crushed and exploded like brittle lightbulb glass.

Before the scattered tide of spiritual energy could cause any damage to the operation room, it was sucked into the waste collection slot at the bottom by the powerful suction fans above the furnace.

That once-arrogant and aloof flying sword was completely reduced to a pile of high-energy primordial waste.

"So much for its backbone."

Li Cang opened a hidden compartment in the storage bin. Inside lay a small pinch of dark green powder—the [Deep Dive Pollution End - High-Dimensional Toxic Core Residual Grains] left over from killing a Man of Iron core in the deep layers of the Mars ruins.

He grabbed this pinch of foul medicine residue, which made one's nerves crawl just by looking at it, and dumped it all through the drop tube into the hot slurry of so-called "high-purity golden crystal powder" that had just been crushed into bone meal by the large iron plates.

The supreme spiritual energy base of the cultivation world and the most vicious heretical mechanical virus of the Warhammer universe collided in a world-shaking chemical inversion within the high-temperature, high-pressure melting tank at this moment.

The indices on the holographic panel soared; those elegant, abundant blue energy values were swallowed whole by the dark green toxins, eventually mutating into a puddle of thick, pitch-black liquid like asphalt, which even weirdly devoured any light that shone on it.

[Heretical dimensionality-reduction fusion complete.]

[Consumed a massive amount of high-tier spiritual power artifact waste. Forced condensation obtained: Low-quality version · Silence Anti-Magic Insulating Seal Paint (One thousand gallons).]

[Attached incomplete prefix: Trace Untouchable Nullification Field.]

[Trait description: Brush this foul-smelling but effective coating onto the exterior of the armor. In all subsequent short-range contacts, it can forcibly cut off, distort, or even strip away most magic and psionic guidance targeting locks.]

"It's done."

Li Cang looked at the buckets of finished paste in the screen, bubbling with nauseating grey-black bubbles. Although this stuff smelled like sewage, in a situation where he was being hunted across the great map, it was more useful for saving his life than trillions of tons of gold.

"Number One, take the men to the lower hold."

Li Cang leaned back in the command leather chair with shock-absorbing massage functions, his finger comfortably swiping away the last line of high-risk system error reports on the touch screen.

"Take that iron lump that just did a good job, and those Astartes Recruits who haven't seen much blood yet, and from head to toe, brush them all with a layer of this black, stinking new bulletproof suit."