141: God's Joke and Mortals' Return Gift

Judgment has been passed.

The Natural Selection, its hull covered in a emerald green light net, silently opened dozens of pitch-black muzzles.

Those were not weapons of ordinary make.

The inner wall of each electromagnetic cannon was inscribed with Life runes, pulsating like breath, originating from the same source as the “World Tree”.

When charging began, what gathered at the muzzle was not merely an electromagnetic torrent capable of tearing apart stars.

There was also a faint, emerald green halo, imbued with the law of “withering”, enveloping the projectile.

These were projectiles blessed, or rather, cursed, by the “World Tree”.

They were no longer simply for destroying matter.

They were meant to erase “existence” itself.

Inside the Bridge of the Phantom Shark, despair spread like a plague.

The commander, codenamed “Ghost,” a man with a hideous scar on his face, slumped in his command chair, his face ashen.

His proud phase stealth.

His unfailingly effective psychic shock.

His renowned Phantom Shark… in front of this black warship, which resembled a divine palace, it all seemed like a childish, ridiculous farce.

On the radar screen, those dozens of clear, death-emitting red lock-on points were the most magnificent, yet most cruel, sight he had ever witnessed in his Life.

“It’s over…”

He gave up struggling, closing his eyes in despair.

“What kind of monster… did we provoke after all…”

The next second.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

In the universe, only dozens of deathly streaks of light, trailing emerald green exhaust, cut through the dead silence with an indifference to distance.

In an instant, they reached their target location.

The Phantom Shark didn’t even have time to react on radar.

Those physical projectiles, empowered by the World Tree’s force, easily pierced its hard chitinous armor.

There was no resistance in the process, like a hot knife cutting through a phantom of nothingness.

No explosion.

No flames.

The Phantom Shark, struck by the projectiles, developed dozens of bowl-sized holes in its hull.

Immediately after, a visible, gray, decaying aura of death spread wildly outwards from those holes!

The biological warship’s armor was rapidly “withering”.

Its luster faded, its structure weathered, as if the remains of an ancient creature, instantly drained of all Life force, had undergone eons of time erosion in a mere second.

It was transforming into primal cosmic dust, scattering into the endless darkness.

This was a complete annihilation at the Life law level!

And at this moment, the emerald green tendrils that had been tightlyentanglement around it suddenly tightened!

“Crack—!!!!”

A bone-jarring, composite snapping sound, mixing metal and bone, erupted silently in the vacuum.

The entire Phantom Shark, along with the final consciousness of all its crew, was forcibly squeezed by that barbaric Life force into a twisted mass of space debris, devoid of any Life characteristics.

The entire process was clean, swift, and imbued with god-like majesty and indifference.

Inside the Bridge, there was a deathly silence.

Gu Zhixia stared blankly at the wreckage, which had completely lost its Life signal, unable to utter a single word.

Her last shred of pride was crushed into dust at this moment.

Her proud “Thunder Dragon,” facing the bizarre Phantom Shark just now, would likely have been embroiled in a bitter struggle, even risking being hit by the opponent’s psychic attack.

Yet Lin Mo, from beginning to end, had not even left his commander’s chair.

He merely moved his thoughts.

And in doing so, he utterly erased this ghost, which was enough to give any ace pilot a headache, ship and all, from this world.

This disparity could no longer be bridged by technology or equipment.

This was… a dimensionalcrush.

A strange sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

But within that powerlessness, there was an unprecedented, reassuring sense of stability.

So, this is what it feels like to be protected.

So, this is what it feels like to have a mountain-like, reliable backing that can shield you from all storms.

Just then, a weak voice, full of regret, broke the solemn atmosphere.

“Ah… the octopus… it’s been smashed…”

Gu Nianqiu looked at the shapeless trash, the carrot pillow in her arms almost deformed from her grip, her small face filled with distress.

“What a waste…”

This innocent complaint, like a warm ray of sunshine, instantly dispelled the complex, almost suffocating emotions in Gu Zhixia’s heart.

She couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

She reached out and pinched her sister’s chubby cheek, which was clearly marked “unhappy”.

“You, all you know is eating.”

Lin Mo paid no attention to the sisters’ interaction.

His gaze remained calm.

After completing the strangulation, the emerald green tendrils receded like a tide, re-integrating into the hull and disappearing.

But one of them, however, coiled around a slightly flickering black metal fragment, peeled from the wreckage, and precisely delivered it to the recycling port of the Hangar.

That was his true trophy.

[Enemy ship data storage core found, damage rate 78%, attempting data recovery…]

[Data recovery complete.]