148: The war goddess's solo dance overturns the elite team with one machine!

A solo dance belonging to the valkyrie, and the wild hunt of the Ghost Hounds, suddenly began on this scorched earth, formed by the Purgatory Furnace's detonation!

"Good timing!"

Inside the cockpit, Gu Zhixia looked at the four dark-purple Phantom Sharks that were silently outflanking her from extremely tricky trajectories. The curve of her lips was cold, but also more arrogant than ever before!

She violently pushed the control stick!

Behind the "Thunder Dragon," sixteen vector thrusters instantly erupted with dazzling silver-blue flames, as if sixteen miniature suns had been ignited simultaneously!

Thanks to the nearly infinite energy supply converted from the "World Tree" core, for the first time, she could unreservedly push this war machine, custom-built for her, to a frenzied state beyond its design limits!

The "Thunder Dragon" traced an erratic, zigzagging path in the air that was impossible to track with the naked eye. The mech grazed past the first round of concentrated fire beams, shot from the four enemy ships, by mere millimeters.

The Gauss Rifle roared dully the moment she made her evasive maneuver!

The tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds, reinforced with special runes, drew a straight, lethal trajectory in the air without the slightest arc, accurately striking the side thruster of a Phantom Shark!

Boom!

The scout ship's phase engine instantly lost balance, spinning erratically in the air like a drunken man, temporarily disengaging from the battle.

But the Phantom Squad truly lived up to its reputation as Leviathan's elite.

The other three enemy ships showed no panic, their formation changing in an instant.

One of them suddenly accelerated, its bow glowing with an energy light that signaled a mutual destruction attack, intending to use a suicidal ramming maneuver to forcibly lock down the "Thunder Dragon's" trajectory!

The other two, on the left and right flanks, fired two gigantic, pitch-black nets made of dark matter energy, capable of restraining a cruiser!

This was a textbook, certain-kill encirclement!

However, they were facing Gu Zhixia!

The war goddess who, just moments ago, had her god-slaying fire ignited by Lin Mo's words!

"Naive!"

Gu Zhixia's cold shout echoed in the cockpit. Not only did she not retreat, but she brazenly charged towards the enemy ship that was ramming her, neither dodging nor evading!

Just a split second before the two mechs were about to collide into a cosmic firework, the "Thunder Dragon's" left arm suddenly lifted!

A hexagonal kite shield, made of high-strength energy and inscribed with storm runes, instantly unfolded!

Bang—!!!

With a miraculously precise angle of force redirection that defied physics, she used the edge of the shield to deflect the assault ship's suicidal ramming attack!

Utilizing this immense, brutal recoil, the "Thunder Dragon's" body spun like a top flicked by the hand of a god, transforming into a silver-blue whirlwind of death in the air!

The two dark matter nets, capable of restraining anything, barely grazed her rapidly rotating body, tearing through the void.

And at the peak of her rotation!

The Gauss Rifle in her hand remained as steady as if welded to its base, its muzzle locked onto another enemy ship!

Da da da da da—!

A long stream of lethal fire erupted, carving a deadly fan in the air, causing sparks to fly from the enemy ship's phase shield as its energy readings plummeted wildly at a visible speed!

This was no longer just a battle.

This was a breathtakingly magnificent aesthetic of violence, performed on the edge of a blade!

Gu Zhixia, alone, in one mech, single-handedly threw Leviathan's most elite "Phantom Squad" into utter chaos and disarray!

And behind her, the Natural Selection, which had been silent like a loyal spectator, finally completed its preparations.

On the Bridge, Lin Mo's voice was still as calm as if reading a pre-written obituary.

"Charging complete."

"Finality: Starfall."

As his words fell, hundreds of previously unused launch ports, resembling dragon scales, silently opened on the dark-gold hull of the Natural Selection, which had switched to "zhurong mode."

The next second.

Thousands of miniature missiles, each only arm-sized and burning with an ominous dark-gold flame, surged forth like a breached dam of fire!

They did not fly towards any specific target.

Instead, they brazenly shot into the high sky with a bizarre arc that defied all laws of physics.

Then, as if clutched by an invisible, giant hand of a god, they were violently flung downwards!

They changed direction, transforming into a meteor shower covering the entire battlefield, descending from the nine heavens—!

"What in the world is that?! All fleet! Activate maximum power shields!!"

On the flagship, Jay watched the apocalyptic scene of meteors falling from the sky, like a god's wrath descending. His handsome face, usually adorned with an elegant and cruel smile, for the first time, was completely contorted by pure, heartfelt terror!

It was too late.

Too late.

Each seemingly insignificant "meteor" contained the destructive law of "zhurong."

Their existence was for "erasure."

They ignored energy shields, ignored thick armor.

Wherever they passed, all things withered, everything turned to ash!

Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

A silent, yet incredibly tragic, death-firework brilliantly bloomed within Leviathan's fleet formation.

One battleship after another, the moment they were touched by the seemingly tiny dark-gold flames, instantly became like dry grass set alight, conceptually incinerated from their internal structure into twisted, charred space debris.

There wasn't even time for the fire of an explosion to bloom.

In less than ten seconds.

That formidable, vast fleet, capable of conquering an entire star system, lost over seventy percent of its strength in this one-sided, divine-punishment-like slaughter!

"Retreat! Forced spatial jump! Quick!!"

Jay let out a hoarse roar. Although his flagship had miraculously survived under the concentrated protection of his personal guards, it had also been hit by several "meteors," with inextinguishable dark-gold flames burning on its hull, like a statue of a demon god fallen into hell.

Just before the flagship was about to be completely engulfed, the spatial engine finally overloaded and activated, tearing open an extremely unstable spatial rift.

Before leaving, Jay's face, illuminated by thick smoke and fire like a ghoul, forcibly connected to communications, appearing on the Natural Selection's main screen.

He stared intently at Lin Mo's calm, unperturbed face, and with all his might, uttered the most venomous curse of his life.

"I remember you... your face, your ship, and those two women beside you..."

He licked his cracked, bleeding lips, revealing a neurotic, crazed, sinister smile.

"Soon, I will find you again."

"By then, I will smash the bones of that female pilot in front of you, make her kneel at my feet like a dog... and turn that naive Little Girl into the lowest slave in the entire guild..."

"I will make you watch them cry out your name in despair, and you, you will be able to do nothing!!!"

Before his words finished, his flagship was swallowed by the violent spatial rift, disappearing from sight.

Inside the Bridge, there was a deathly silence.