71: Celestial Judgment? Player: Wow! It's a flying dungeon entrance!

"Ants of the Lower Realm, you..."

"Have crossed the line."

The cold, majestic, and emotionless voice fell like a heavenly scourge, striking every corner of Black Iron City and hitting the depths of every creature's Soul.

The surviving dwarves trembled all over and collapsed to the ground; it was a fear and awe of higher civilizations originating from the depths of their Bloodline.

Even the semi-mechanical Young Dragon "Zero," who had just gained its freedom, tucked its tail and let out an uneasy whimper; it could sense the terrifying energy coming from that floating battleship, enough to completely erase it.

However, this Divine Might, enough to make the entire world tremble, took on a different flavor when it reached the ears of tens of thousands of players.

After a brief silence, there was a tidal wave of fanatical discussion.

"Crossed the line? Is this a cutscene for a new map? This is freaking awesome!"

"Heavenly Judgment? Is this the name of the new version's event? Sounds very Advanced!"

"Look at that ship! Holy crap, it's all white and glowing! How much must that be worth?"

Instead of fear, the players were like a group of children seeing a new toy, pointing at the holy and majestic floating battleship in the sky, their eyes shining, practically drooling.

In their eyes, there were no deities, no judgment.

That massive battleship was simply a flying, mobile, super-sized dungeon entrance!

Just then, a blurry humanoid projection made purely of light slowly descended from the front of the battleship, hovering over Black Iron City.

His face was indistinguishable, but his voice was clearly transmitted into everyone's mind.

"I am Gabriel, one of the Seven Inquisitors under the Divine Throne."

"Beings of the Lower Realm, you have stolen knowledge that does not belong to you, meddled with authority that is not yours, and even slain the guardians personally appointed by us."

"Your sin is named Pride. Your actions are named Blasphemy."

"According to Article Seven of the Heavenly Code, I hereby proclaim..."

Gabriel's voice was full of holy rhythm, every word carrying the majesty of judgment, as if he were reading a long-written epic.

However, his grand proclamation of judgment was interrupted before he could finish.

"Old Wang! Old Wang, look!" Li Qiang (Also a Ruthless Person) completely ignored the light and shadow in the sky. He was excitedly slapping Wang Wei's (Luban No. 7) shoulder, staring intently at the details of the battleship through binoculars.

"Is that hull made of Mithril? Look at that luster! And that cannon barrel, so dark, it must be Adamantine! Damn, this ship is worth more than all of Black Iron City combined!"

Wang Wei also pushed up his goggles, a frantic stream of data flashing across the lenses: "More than that! Its anti-gravity engine technology is far beyond our understanding! If we can dismantle that thing... we can make the pangu vessel fly!"

Lin Xiaowan (Rich Woman Hungry) had already started calculating: "A ship this big, how many rooms must it have? If we can take it down and turn it into an aerial clubhouse, how big of a business would that be?"

The players' discussions grew louder and louder, completely treating the Inquisitor in the sky as if he were air.

Gabriel's projection paused noticeably.

He seemed to have never encountered such a situation.

Shouldn't Mortals be kneeling and begging for mercy, weeping bitterly before a god's judgment?

These ants... why are they discussing how to divide up my battleship?

"Silence!"

A hint of anger entered Gabriel's voice.

"Under the divine radiance of God, you..."

"Are you fucking done yet?"

A gruff voice came from below, interrupting him.

It was Li Qiang.

He really couldn't stand this NPC's long-winded lines anymore. He casually picked up a brick from the ground and, with all his might, hurled it at the figure of light in the sky!

Naturally, a brick couldn't hit a projection thousands of meters in the air, but the gesture was extremely insulting.

"Stop your yapping!" Li Qiang stood with his hands on his hips, roaring upward, "If you want to fight, then fight! Do you dare come down and face your grandpa?!"

Gabriel's projection, that figure made of light, wobbled visibly.

He seemed to be infuriated.

"...Ignorant."

"...Arrogant."

"...Unforgivable."

The cold voice lost its previous holiness, leaving only a chilling killing intent from being provoked.

"Since you are so eager to seek death."

"Then, the purification... begins."

Before he finished speaking, the "angel wings" structures on both sides of the massive floating battleship in the sky, the Heavens Punishment, slowly unfolded, revealing a dense, honeycomb-like array of launch ports beneath.

Hundreds of beam cannon muzzles began to charge, holy white light converging and emitting a terrifyingly high temperature capable of vaporizing everything.

Black Iron City was completely shrouded in the shadow of death.

The next second.

"Swoosh— Swoosh— Swoosh—!"

A hundred cannons fired at once!

Countless thick pillars of light tore through the sky, pouring down like a rain of divine punishment onto the most densely populated area of players!

However, the expected scene of players scattering in panic and crying for their parents did not occur.

Instead, there were even more fanatical shouts!

"The boss is pulled! Brothers! The boss is pulled!"

"Don't dodge! Whoever dodges is a coward! Charge! Let's see how much damage it does!"

"Bring that ship down for me! It's going to be our new base!"

Facing that judgment light capable of destroying a city, tens of thousands of players did not retreat; instead, they launched a death-defying charge toward the pillars of light!