160: Shocking secrets! Leviathan's "God's Descent" plan exposed!

"Brother Mo, big sister..."

Gu Nianqiu, at some point, had also come closer.

She saw the hellish scenes on the screen.

Her small face instantly turned pale with fright, and she hugged the carrot pillow in her arms tightly, as if it were her only piece of driftwood as she sank into the cold, deep sea.

"Why are they doing this...?"

"Those people... are so pitiful..."

For the first time, her large, always clear eyes were filled with such pure sorrow and fear.

She didn't understand "laws" or "divine descent."

She only knew that many people were enduring unimaginable suffering.

Lin Mo did not answer.

He just reached out a hand, gently yet with an undeniable firmness, and softly covered the Little Girl's eyes.

His palm was as warm and dry as ever.

Completely isolating those soul-polluting, filthy images from her world.

"Don't look."

His gaze returned to the eerily pulsating "heart of the holy god."

The warmth in his eyes cooled inch by inch, finally turning into a dead, icy sea.

His last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.

No wonder.

No wonder the Leviathan's president only sent a fleet of Jay's caliber after the Purgatory Furnace was destroyed.

Because their true core strength, all their energy, had been invested in this even crazier gamble.

Jay and his fleet were merely pawns to buy time.

They were cannon fodder to attract fire.

"They already have one 'heart of the holy god.' If we let them get other fragments of divinity, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Lin Mo's voice was low and calm, as if stating a cold future that was already unfolding.

He thought of Lan Yue, and of the so-called "chess game."

Perhaps, this was the real chess game.

A frantic struggle between different factions, revolving around the remnants of an ancient god.

And they, by a twist of fate, had become a fatal variable in this struggle that no one could ignore.

"Then we need to get the 'thunderstorm core' even more!"

Gu Zhixia suddenly looked up.

The frustration that had previously arisen in her phoenix eyes from 108 consecutive defeats to "Yan Luo" had long been completely burned away by an even more fervent, purer battle intent!

"'Yan Luo' is your trump card to overturn the chessboard."

She spoke each word distinctly, her voice carrying a metallic quality.

"Then my 'Thunder Dragon' must become the sharp sword that can pierce that 'heart of the holy god'!"

Her voice was resolute.

Filled with undeniable determination.

Lin Mo looked at her, at her resolute appearance as if she had already put Life and death aside, and slowly nodded.

He knew.

From this moment on, no further motivation or words were needed between them.

They had a common, sole, and imperative goal to achieve.

"Brother Mo and big sister are both so amazing..."

Gu Nianqiu carefully peeked her small head out from under Lin Mo's palm.

Although her red eyes still held lingering fear, they now also contained an unprecedented firmness.

She hugged her carrot pillow tightly, and with all her might, announced loudly:

"I... I'll be in charge of making delicious food for you! I'll make lots and lots of magical dishes that will help you defeat the bad guys!"

Just then—

"Alert! Imminent disengagement from sub-light speed cruise!"

"Entering the peripheral gravitational zone of the Eye of the Storm!"

The cold system prompt, like a war drum, abruptly pulled the three of them back to reality from their heavy thoughts.

Lin Mo instantly sat back on the throne, his hands resting on the armrests, his consciousness merging with the battleship.

"Switch to conventional power!"

"Activate full-power energy shields!"

"All observation systems online, synchronize forward view to main screen!"

At his command, the massive hull of the Natural Selection traced a silent yet powerful arc in the universe, its speed slowly decreasing.

The next second.

A doomsday scene, enough to make any interstellar navigator's soul tremble, slammed into everyone's vision without warning!

It was a planet.

A gas giant whose immense size was beyond words.

It hung silently at the edge of the universe, radiating a primeval terror from the chaos of creation.

The planet's surface had no land, no oceans.

Only eternal, ceaselessly churning storm clouds of a sickly, eerie purple hue.

The clouds were so thick that no light could penetrate.

A solid ocean composed of pure fury and destruction.

And within this ocean, at every moment, tens of thousands of golden lightning bolts, thicker than mountain ranges, raged wildly.

They were like golden dragons trapped in a cage, tearing through the cloud sea with silent roars.

These lightning bolts would even occasionally break free from the planet's gravitational pull.

Like spears of judgment from the gods, they would violently stab into the surrounding dead cosmic deep space, turning everything in their path to dust.

Around this terrifying planet, an even more desperate sight encircled it.

An incredibly vast cosmic graveyard.

Composed of countless shattered battleship wrecks, disassembled space station fragments, and meteorites of varying sizes.

They were like moths drawn to a storm, slowly and involuntarily rotating around this death star, pulled by its gravity.

Forming a spectacular yet deadly ring.

And within that vast, boundless graveyard, a few scattered points of light flickered tenaciously.

These were several colossal artificial celestial bodies, similarly patched together from various battleship wrecks and abandoned modules, ugly and grotesque.

They were like vulture nests parasitic on the carcass of a giant beast.

Filled with chaos, disorder, and a savage, untamed vitality.

The largest of these was located on the outermost edge of the ring, and it was the closest one to them.

On its body, several huge, crooked signs, made from neon tubes, flickered.

"Safe Harbor"

"Come in for a drink, forget the shitty world outside!"

"Weapons! Intel! Women! As long as you have money, you're king here!"

Even from a great distance, those slogans, reeking of desperadoes, seemed to carry the scent of cheap alcohol, engine oil, and blood—a decadent yet free aroma.

"We've arrived."

Lin Mo looked at the space station, which resembled a mountain of steel junk, his voice calm and unruffled.

That was their only foothold in this forbidden death zone.