131: Su Chen is dead?! The tragedy of Divine Summer!

On the battlefield,

Su Chen's colossal Spider Emperor body was now covered in hideous cracks, like a parched earth. All his carapaces had lost their luster,

becoming dim and broken, as if a light touch would turn them to dust.

His immense life force was like a flickering candle in the wind, extremely weak.

He held his gigantic head slightly aloft, gazing at the land he had protected, and the last flicker of light in his compound eye slowly dimmed.

"Heh heh... I knew it... I could do it..."

An almost inaudible chuckle, tinged with relief and exhaustion, dissipated like a sigh into the cold air.

The next moment... that colossal body, like a mountain range, could no longer support itself, losing all strength. With boundless desolation and grandeur... it slowly... slowly... sank towards the cold, deep seabed... The sea surface rippled silently, eventually returning to calm.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Only the colossal ice wall, stretching across heaven and earth, silently narrated the thrilling, life-costing... ultimate protection that had just occurred.

In an instant—

The earth-shattering cheers that had just soared into the sky, sweeping across every inch of Divine Summer, were abruptly severed as if by an invisible giant blade!

They ceased abruptly!

In front of all screens, beneath all broadcasts, the ecstatic smiles on the faces of all who were embracing and celebrating instantly froze, rigid on their faces.

Their gazes were fixed on the enormous body in the image, slowly sinking, covered in cracks, and devoid of all luster.

On the sea surface, waves churned tiny bubbles, carrying that mountain-like body, silently and resolutely, sinking towards the dark seabed.

The supreme heroic posture that had previously confronted a god, contrasted sharply with the current silent descent, tearing at their hearts.

"His Highness Kraken..."

A mother holding her child murmured, her eyes hollow:

"Your Highness... what happened to Your Highness? The tsunami... wasn't the tsunami frozen? Didn't... didn't we win?"

The child in her arms looked up at his mother's suddenly falling tears, reaching out a small hand to wipe them away:

"Mama, don't cry, Big Octopus Uncle chased away the bad guy..."

His words were cut short, for uncontrollable, low sobs had already begun to ripple through the surrounding crowd.

These sobs spread rapidly like a plague, from cities to villages, from migrating convoys to crowded shelters.

Won?

Yes, the disaster was stopped.

But at what cost?

On the front lines, a deathly silence reigned.

On the warship deck, the vibranium battle blades in the hands of the Dragon Blood Warriors clattered onto the deck, unheeded.

They stared blankly at the distant sea, which had returned to calm but seemed to have swallowed all their hope. Their young, resolute faces were filled with bewilderment and brokenness.

An old soldier suddenly tore off his epaulet, slamming it to the ground, breaking the silence with a choked roar:

"Damn it! What kind of victory is this?! What kind of victory is this—!!!"

In the command room, the air solidified into lead. All the generals stood rigid, as if their souls had been extracted.

"Re... reporting..."

A technical officer's voice trembled violently, breaking the suffocating silence. His face was pale, and he could barely hold the data pad in his hand.

"Energy monitoring... His Highness Kraken... Your Highness's life energy signal... rapidly... rapidly decaying... al... already... vanished..."

Vanished... these two words rang like a death knell in everyone's hearts.

Marshal Qin Zhenshan stumbled back a step, hitting the control panel with a dull thud, yet he was oblivious.

Marshal Lei Zhen gritted his teeth, blood oozing from his gums and trickling down the corner of his mouth. He abruptly turned his head, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

In the main seat,

Qin Zheng slowly closed his eyes, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

His hands, which had once commanded thousands of troops and were as steady as mountains, now trembled slightly.

He said nothing, merely pressing that boundless grief deep into his heart... On the deck of the Destroyer Yangwei.

Chen Feng stood stunned, as if struck by lightning, staring in the direction Su Chen had sunk.

The next second,

he let out an inhuman roar, like a madman, and rushed towards the ship's rail, about to jump into the cold sea!

"Boss! Don't!"

"Captain! Calm down!"

The soldiers around him reacted instantly. Four or five people pounced on him at once, clinging desperately to his waist and legs, using all their strength to hold him back.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!!!"

Chen Feng's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad demon, struggling desperately, "Your Highness is still down there! Your Highness must still be alive! I'm going to save Him! Let go of me—!!"

A young soldier, his voice choked with tears, held him tightly:

"Boss! The monitoring signal... the monitoring signal is gone! Lord Kraken... His Lordship's life energy... has vanished! He... He is already..."

"Bullshit!!!"

Chen Feng suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring at him, roaring hoarsely,

"You're spouting nonsense! How could His Highness die?! He still has to lead us to counterattack the Shadow Scale Clan! He still has to eat his way through the Endless Sea! He's so powerful! How could He... how could He die here?! How could He—!!!"

His roar sounded exceptionally mournful and helpless in the sea wind.

The strength to struggle seemed to drain away in an instant, and Chen Feng's legs gave out. With a "thud," he knelt on the cold deck.

This tough man, who had never flinched even when facing thousands of troops, now trembled violently like a child who had lost everything.

He stretched out a trembling hand towards the direction Su Chen had sunk, his voice transforming into a desperate, incoherent plea:

"Your Highness... Your Highness, please wake up... don't sleep... I beg you... don't sleep..."

"I was wrong... I used to complain that you ate too much... I'll never say it again..."

"Aren't you fond of powerful sea beasts? I'll go catch them for you! I'll go to the South Pole to catch the Penguin King! I'll go to the deep sea to catch the Dragon King Whale! I'll catch the entire Shadow Scale Clan for you to eat!"

"Please... wake up... look at us one more time... just one glance..."

"Your Highness... I beg you... don't die... don't leave us..."

His forehead hit the cold deck with a dull thud, mixing with his utterly suppressed sobs, scattering in the sea wind.

All the surrounding soldiers had red eyes, silently shedding tears, and solemnly, yet mournfully, saluted that sea area.

The entire Divine Summer was enveloped in a profound, inexpressible grief.

The joy of victory had long been washed away, leaving only endless sorrow and emptiness.

That dark shadow, which had protected them countless times, this time, for their sake, had completely sunk into the cold seabed.