192: Chapter 196 You Read the Ultimate Move, I'll Smear You with Mud

The vast, boundless shadow of the Exile Void Fortress had just emerged from the edge of the dark matter quicksand layer used to conceal its form.

The holographic radar in the main cabin, which had been operating calmly, turned a piercing, deathly blue without any buffer, causing the entire control console base to vibrate violently with high-frequency alarms.

This was the ultimate warning that even space-warp signals had been forcibly blocked.

Directly ahead in the void were three "Third Adjudication Law-Patrol Great Motherships" of the Eternal Star Crown Federation, each seven or eight kilometers long and crafted entirely from flawless pure white energy crystals and streamlined ship bones.

Leading dozens of large destroyers laden with high-energy oppressive formation circles, they loomed like three massive divine statues, blocking the fortress's only conventional escape jump node.

No warning shots. No broadcasts.

From the very first microsecond of their encounter, the massive and complex core matrix at the bows of these three motherships—constructed with the life force of thousands of Elven Mages—was activated.

It directly released an "Absolute Blue Prison Imprisonment Great Lock Formation" with a diameter extending over tens of thousands of kilometers, sealing off both physical and spiritual dimensions.

This was a high-level conceptual strike that even the top fifty guilds on the great map would have to surrender to if they encountered it.

It didn't just lock down ships; it could even short-circuit and freeze the neural synapses of all carbon-based life forms inside the vessel, except for high-level casters.

Li Cang sat deep in his command chair.

The giant observation window before him, showing unstable fluctuations and cracks from the intense high-frequency magical pressure, reflected his calm posture as he made no move toward the large red manual evasion valve.

He didn't even glance at the series of system error messages popping up, claiming "Encountered unresolvable high-level magic judgment dead end."

"Did you really think that by spending some expensive medicine on the Star Net to block my path, you could keep me pinned here?"

Li Cang’s hand, clad in a rough black leather operating glove, tapped the center of the large holographic sand table. "Since you gentlemen aren't afraid of getting your lower halves dirty with mud and came specifically to ambush me..."

"Then I'll let these two black-faced mud dogs of mine, covered in foul sludge, go out and make a proper appearance for you!"

The Exile Fortress's heavy composite boarding deck door, hundreds of meters thick and rarely opened, suddenly swung wide into the vacuum ahead with the harsh, groaning screech of mechanical hydraulic gears turning violently.

On the deck...

Freshly fished out from the pungent, acidic, and foul-smelling toxic furnace in the lower hold and only half-dried...

Were the three thousand mutated Astartes brutes just produced through mass-production, led by Recruit Number One.

And in the very center was a thirty-meter-tall "Starfall Heavy Executioner Knight Great Variant Scrap Armor," so heavy it caused the tens of thousands of tons of pressure-resistant adamantine deck to groan and slightly deform.

The entire surface of their massive external armor was now crudely coated in a layer of non-reflective paint—a black so deep it felt as if the spatial mass there had completely collapsed—which continuously steamed with a thick, green toxic sludge that smelled of sewers mixed with corpses.

That waste material, reverse-decomposed from the immortal swords of great cultivation sects and mixed with chaotic dead-core residue, was now draped over these killers!

Inside the main cabin of the Federation Inspector's flagship...

The High Overseer Grand Inquisitor commanding this entire interception force watched coldly through a long-range telescope as the formation of scrap-metal soldiers was spat out from the belly of the pitch-black fortress.

On his face, perfectly maintained by Eternal Youth potions, was a look of absolute superiority and endless contempt, like someone looking down from a high-rise at a dead dog below.

"Low-dimensional physical fire-gun reptiles... they think they are worthy of testing my Infinite Adjudication Dharma Disk."

He even felt that the emergence of such indecent, filthy mud-clumps was a great insult to the Federation's glorious arcane firepower.

He didn't even bother to shout an order; he simply raised his great staff.

The "Ultimate Arcane Void Annihilation Lance" at the mothership's main formation eye—which gathered the high-frequency psionic energy of the entire fleet and was said to be capable of vaporizing a sub-planet along with its soul...

Burst forth with tens of thousands of degrees of heat and a massive, soul-shredding wave of particle pressure and blinding light!

It illuminated this entire sealed pocket of the universe like the massive whip of an irresistible god of destruction!

Without reservation and at full speed, it slammed unavoidably into that small position which had no energy shields raised.

It struck that dry, exposed position protected only by a layer of rusted shells!

"Boom boom boom boom—!! Crack!"

An extremely dazzling, blinding flash instantly covered everything in sight.

This was a strike powerful enough to melt even the strongest heavy tanks into bloody dross, leaving not a trace of their shells!

In the Federation Overseer's vision of the next moment, there should have been the screams of filthy mutated infantry as their bodies were blown apart, and the entire deck should have been vaporized into a cloud of space dust.

But...

At the infinitesimal millisecond when that massive blue arcane shockwave collided with the surface armor of the thirty-meter giant knight mecha standing at the very center!

There was no sound of explosion.

There was no tragic fracturing from physical high-temperature melting!

The thick layer of foul black waste paint smeared on the knight's outer armor and the black shoulders of all the veterans...

Suddenly came to life, like a drop of water hitting an extremely dry desert, rippling with a circle of incredibly murky and filthy dead qi.

The pure Elven Arcane Lance, reputed to be world-destroying...

Faced that "Defective Anti-Psionic Insulating Dead Isolation Great Demagnetization Field"—a disgustingly anti-logic property of Warhammer black technology!

It was like a torrential downpour of intense sulfuric acid being poured directly onto a thick, rough, solid slab of specialized dead rubber that couldn't even be scratched!

It only sizzled and churned up massive clouds of extremely foul, pungent, yellowish-white toxic smoke!

All those high-level magic judgments, high-dimensional spiritual erasures, and locks were completely thwarted by this layer of dead mud that had no logic or system interface, forced to slide off and dissipate silently!

Deep within the smoke...

Not a single sound of destruction was heard.

Instead, there were heavy footsteps like iron hammers striking the space itself, echoing in the mind with a deep, thundering sound.

Thud, thud, boom!

That giant black shadow of a berserk knight armor, whose surface sludge hadn't even been scorched or peeled away by more than three centimeters...

With raw, thuggish, and unreasonable strides, it swept aside the harmless, pure magical residue and drifting clouds!

The absurdly thick macro-cannon barrels on its right arm were already letting out an ear-piercing howl at maximum rotation!

The thirty-meter-tall iron body, with its high-frequency Blood-Red Chainsaw blade on the left capable of shearing through aircraft carriers, didn't wait for the Federation's high-tech main guns to finish their second cooling countdown!

It charged directly toward the enemy command motherships, whose crews were still in a deathly daze, completely unaware of why their pride and joy had failed!

Using the recoil and kinetic energy from the blast in the void, it slid forward with the full-speed, violent posture of a mud-head bulldozer crushing a dog in its path!

It charged straight at their faces and their light shields with sparks and foul black smoke, without any fancy tactics or flanking maneuvers!

In the command center, Li Cang slammed his palm down on the red confirmation base of the main launch switch.

There was no look of relief or luck on his face.

"Brothers of Number One!" He connected to the front-line charging units. "If no one's hurt, get in there and tear off their heads and those noble ship hulls! We're going to make a fortune!"