294: Chapter 294 These Earth natives...are they insane?!

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Under the hundredfold time acceleration of the Divine Realm, seventy-two hours in reality passed in a flash as Chen Xi frantically crafted and smelted cards.

"Wooooo————!!!"

An incredibly piercing and shrill interstellar space alarm suddenly exploded over the First Outpost of the Sirius Sector without warning!

This alarm was unlike any before; it carried a terrifying sense of oppression that seemed to resonate even with the galaxy's magnetic field.

Inside the outpost's command hall, Lei Zhentian, Li Zhenhai, Shen Ye, and the others stared solemnly at the giant holographic radar screen that covered an entire wall.

On the screen, in the depths of the originally pitch-black deep space of the universe, a vast, dense cluster of terrifying red dots in a dazzling dark gold color suddenly appeared. The number of these red dots was so immense they resembled a star-covering sandstorm, frantically approaching the coordinates of the Sirius Sector in a state of curvature jump that completely surpassed the speed of light!

"They're here..."

Lei Zhentian gripped the Thunder Greatblade at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"The scale of this energy fluctuation is tens of thousands of times larger than any alien fleet we've encountered before! This isn't some expeditionary force; they've mobilized their entire nest!"

"Rumble————!!!!!"

The moment Lei Zhentian finished speaking, the cosmic space on the outskirts of the Sirius Sector seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands strong enough to crush stars!

A super-giant golden space-time wormhole, over a hundred thousand kilometers in diameter and large enough to fit several Earths, boomed open in the darkness of the universe.

Then, under the shocked and despairing gazes of countless Earth soldiers, massive warships forged entirely from pure [Stellar Gold] with ancient stellar laws flowing across their surfaces emerged slowly from the golden wormhole, like ancient divine vessels sailing out of myth.

Ten ships... a hundred... a thousand... ten thousand!

A full hundred thousand Star God Race main warships, emitting blinding light, arranged themselves in a terrifying battle formation over the Sirius Sector, capable of blockading all dimensions! The main cannon of every warship flickered with destructive death rays capable of easily erasing a planet!

And at the very center of those hundred thousand warships, atop a super flagship the size of the moon...

A Grand Marshal of the Star God Race, Ao Kun—clad in armor of nine-colored divine light with three miniature stellar silhouettes floating behind his head—stood with his hands behind his back. His golden eyes, filled with extreme disdain and fury, looked down coldly at the human outpost below, which appeared as laughable as an ant nest to them.

[Star God Race Grand Marshal · Ao Kun]

[Level: Lv.145 (True God Grade - High Stage)]

[Status: Descent of Divine Punishment]

"Lowly Earth natives, parasites of the three-dimensional universe."

Ao Kun's grand, cold, and emotionless divine voice exploded directly in the minds of every human through high-dimensional broadcast, carrying an irresistible pressure of death:

"Hand over the murderer of the Ninth Prince, and hand over the Rubik's Cube that belongs to my race."

"I can grant your filthy planet a painless... instantaneous annihilation."

Ao Kun's divine voice, containing the terrifying pressure of a Lv.145 True God, transformed into visible ripples of golden sound waves in the vacuum of the Sirius Sector.

These ripples ignored the barriers of physical laws, slamming directly into the energy shields of the Earth Expeditionary Force outpost and triggering intense waves of distortion. Just this broadcast, which sounded like a sentencing, made many low-level logistics personnel feel a tightness in their chests, as if their souls were being crushed by a mountain, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

"Is this the foundation of a top-tier overlord civilization in the universe..."

Inside the command center, Li Zhenhai watched the hundred thousand golden warships covering the sky on the holographic screen, along with that high-and-mighty Grand Marshal Ao Kun who looked like a deity. Cold sweat slid down his temples.

"Even though we were mentally prepared, this absolute double suppression of quantity and quality... is simply despair-inducing."

According to the normal logic of cosmic civilization warfare, when facing such a "World-Ending" fleet capable of scouring the entire Milky Way within an hour, a native civilization that hadn't even fully left its home planet would have no second choice other than kneeling to beg for mercy or collective suicide.

Standing on the bridge of the flagship, Ao Kun's golden eyes were full of cruel mockery.

He hadn't even ordered the main cannons to charge. In his view, to deal with this kind of refugee camp that only had a thin film of light for a high-dimensional shield, simply sending a hundred-man squad of Divine Guards would be enough to slaughter them all.

He was waiting.

Waiting for these lowly carbon-based monkeys to collapse in extreme fear, waiting for them to weep and deliver the culprit who dared to provoke the majesty of the Star God Race, bound hand and foot.

However.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds passed.

The entire Sirius Sector outpost was surprisingly quiet, except for the defense towers slowly operating. There was no broadcast begging for mercy, nor were there any fleeing spaceships.

Just as Ao Kun frowned slightly, about to lose patience and order their erasure.

"Zzzt... Crackle..."

In the Star God Race's commander-exclusive public channel, which was claimed to have the highest level of encryption in the universe, an incredibly eerie sound of electromagnetic interference suddenly came through, like an old radio with poor reception.

Then, before the Star God Race's communications officers could intercept this illegal signal...

A series of coarse shouts, full of street-like flavor, excited to the point of voice-cracking, and even carrying a thick, perverted greed, exploded like a bursting dam, frantically flooding the minds of Ao Kun and all the Star God Race captains!

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! Brothers, look at the sky! Is this the ultimate big mob of the new version the official preview mentioned?!"

"Oh my god! This modeling! These lighting effects! It's too damn realistic! Are those warships actually made of pure gold?!"

"Don't block the view, you guys in front! I see him! That blond birdman standing on the biggest ship in the middle has a red name over his head! He's definitely a World Boss that drops ultimate Mythic gear!"

"Brothers, if we can get up there and pry off a gold plate, we'll have enough for instant noodles for the rest of our lives!"

"Where's the healer group?! Quick, quick, quick! Set the respawn point directly under the anti-aircraft tower! Berserker corps, get ready to use your bodies to go into outer space and welcome the guests!!!"

Hearing these fanatical roars in his mind, as noisy as a vegetable market and even revealing an excitement as if they were looking at "prey"...

Grand Marshal Ao Kun's handsome and majestic face instantly stiffened. The high-ranking Star God Race generals behind him looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

Are these Blue Star natives... insane?!