125: Is there someone else behind this? This game is getting bigger and bigger!

Vast, endless steel wreckage, like toys discarded by a god, floated on the turbulent sea before the Wall of Storms.

Flames licked at the twisted hulls, and rolling black smoke tore through the sky, intertwining with the churning black clouds in the Wall of Storms, utterly transforming this sea into a doomsday purgatory.

The Black Sail Seventh Fleet, once indomitable, was now reduced to its flagship, the "black shark," a third of its hull obliterated by divine fire.

It struggled and wailed helplessly on the sea, like a deep-sea Leviathan vivisected, slowly sinking.

And directly above this purgatory, the Natural Selection hung silently.

It was entirely black, its hull untouched by even a speck ofgunfire dust, as if the world-destroying battle that had just occurred had nothing to do with it; it was merely a cold witness.

Inside the black shark's severely tilted, sparking Bridge.

black shark lay slumped like a pile of mud in the deformed commander's chair, his single cloudy eye reflecting the burning sea of fire outside the cabin, his gaze filled only with the complete blankness and terror of a mind crushed by reality.

The hatch was roughly torn open by an invisible force.

Two figures, silhouetted against the flames, slowly walked in.

The man leading them had an expression so calm it was as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The woman following him, in a smart black uniform, had phoenix eyes that were usually cool and distant, now astonishingly bright, a hint of a bloodthirsty smile still lingering at the corners of her mouth as she surveyed the wreckage with the gaze of someone appraising spoils of war.

Seeing the newcomers, Black Shark's body trembled violently, and a hoarse, bellows-like sound escaped his throat.

Lin Mo ignored him.

He walked to the damaged main control panel in the center of the Bridge, extended a finger, and lightly tapped the air.

A pale blue data stream, like a living tendril, reached out from his fingertip and plunged directly into the main control panel's interface.

Sizzle—

All the flickering screens in the entire Bridge were instantly covered with blue code.

All data from the black shark, from its construction to its demise, including communication records, navigation logs, weapon parameters, and even crew personnel files... everything was being frantically and plunderingly downloaded in a way he couldn't comprehend.

Black Shark's face instantly drained of color.

This terrified him more than any torture.

In front of this man, he, and even the fleet he was so proud of, had no secrets!

"The 'Leviathan' Guild, the 'Boss's' order was... 'to welcome a distinguished guest.'"

Lin Mo's voice was very soft, as if stating a fact he had just read in a report.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Black Shark for the first time.

His eyes were calm and unruffled, yet Black Shark felt as if his very soul had been peeled open.

"Welcoming with the muzzles of a fleet's cannons, very creative."

"No! It's not!" Black Shark was scared out of his wits, desperately trying to explain, "The Boss just... just wanted to see your strength... He had no ill intentions!"

Lin Mo didn't speak, just raised his hand and swiped the air.

A holographic projection appeared before Black Shark.

In the image, a ferocious deep-sea beast, the "Abyssal Throat Ripper," was being deployed into the initial sea area.

In the upper right corner of the image, the deployment time and the Leviathan guild mark were clearly indicated.

"Is this your 'welcome' method?"

"Yes... yes..." Black Shark's voice was hoarse and dry, "But... but it lost signal less than half an hour after it went in! Our Boss was just because of that..."

Lin Mo waved his hand again, and the projection screen switched.

This time, it showed images of the Crystal Prison Burst-Neck Dragon, the World Tree, and even the Eye of the Restricted Zone appearing.

These images were retrieved from the Natural Selection's combat logs, offering a clearer perspective and an even more terrifying sense of oppression.

"What about these then?" Lin Mo's tone remained calm, "Are these also your 'welcome' methods?"

Looking at the three terrifying monsters in the images that even made him feel a chill, Black Shark was completely stunned, his single eye filled with bewilderment and unbelievable confusion.

"No... this wasn't us! Absolutely not!"

"The only Abyssal Throat Ripper we deployed was that one!"

He screamed in terror, the bewilderment in his eyes not appearing to be feigned.

Lin Mo and Gu Zhixia exchanged glances.

The smile at the corner of her mouth receded a few points, replaced by a sharper, more serious expression.

Lin Mo's face darkened.

He felt as if he had peeled back one layer of mist, only to find himself standing in the center of an even larger, more intricate spiderweb.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and put down his knife and fork.

"Your intelligence is very valuable."

Lin Mo slowly paced in front of Black Shark, looking down at the man who had completely lost his will to fight.

"Your value is gone."

Black Shark's body stiffened abruptly.

He understood.

In front of this man, any plea or negotiation was meaningless.

What he offered was never a choice, but an unquestionable, god-like judgment.

His face, from fear, to despair, finally transformed into a hint of mad ferocity.

"Hahaha... Hahahahaha!" He suddenly burst into laughter, his cackle shrill and venomous.

"Kill me! Good! Very good!"

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo, roaring with his last ounce of strength: "But don't think you'll have it easy either! The coordinates of our Seventh Fleet's destruction have already been transmitted in real-time to guild headquarters!"

"Our Leviathan's strongest Fifth and Ninth Fleets, now... now they must already be on their way! You can't escape! You'll come down to join me! Hahahahaha!"

"Oh?"

Lin Mo finally reacted slightly, he raised an eyebrow, and a cold arc curved at the corner of his mouth.

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of looking for them."

He turned around, no longer looking at the man who was attempting to end his own Life amidst mad laughter.

Gu Zhixia understood, stepped forward, and the tip of her high-frequency vibrating particle spear glowed with a faint blue electric light.

"Wait!" Black Shark's laughter abruptly ceased, he looked at the weapon about to take his Life, and with his last strength, shouted, "Tell me! Who exactly are you?! What exactly are you?!"

Lin Mo's footsteps paused.

He didn't turn back, merely left a sentence that froze Black Shark's very soul.

"Us?"

"We are the ones who came to establish a new order in this doomsday."

As his voice fell.

Splat!

The spear tip plunged in, an electric flash, completely annihilating all madness and venom.

Gu Zhixia retracted her spear, flicked away the non-existent blood, and walked to Lin Mo's side.

Her sharp phoenix eyes, far from showing worry, instead burned with an unprecedented, excited fighting spirit.

"The Fifth and Ninth Fleets?"

"Which one do we hit first?"

Lin Mo looked at her pretty face, flushed with excitement, and smiled.

He reached out and gently stroked her soft hair, the intimate gesture instantly softening the valkyrie's brow and eyes.

"No rush."

"Prey should be fattened before the kill."

"First, let them... gather."