Chapter 909 - 590: Ruin (Part 2)

Mobilis’s face changed drastically; of course he could imagine it.

The "Star Sea" was a defensive system similar in nature to the Milky Way Galaxy’s "Star Net," only its coverage was broader and its defensive capacity stronger. It was deployed in several layers, separately covering the external Star Realm outside the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall, the border regions, the Super Star Cluster, Star System Groups, and Star Systems belonging to the Martial Hero Race, all shrouded layer upon layer, and different levels of defensive strength were set up according to differing degrees of importance.

The external Star Realm was not the strongest line of defense, but it was definitely not the weakest either.

The Martial Hero Race had arranged countless elite warriors and heavy-fire weapons in those regions.

So once the external Star Realm of the "Star Sea" was breached, there would inevitably be innumerable elite warriors slaughtered, as well as massive losses of heavy-fire weapons; those heavy-fire weapons might even be seized and turned against the Martial Hero Race.

Mobilis’s face went pale, and he urgently asked, "Your Highness Venerable King, what should we do?"

The Venerable King analyzed very straightforwardly, "Although our Martial Hero Race is the most powerful intelligent civilization species in the Cosmos, it is absolutely impossible for us to cope with all the advanced civilizations of the entire Cosmos joining forces. Therefore, do not even think about how we might resolve this problem by relying on ourselves alone."

Mobilis sank into despair. "Does that mean our Martial Hero Race is destined to accept annihilation?"

The Venerable King shook his head. "Not necessarily."

Mobilis was stunned and asked in great confusion, "If the news of the ’Great Cold Silence’ is leaked, then our Martial Hero Race will inevitably become the public enemy of all advanced civilizations in the Cosmos. And now we have such enormous chaos within as well. That is to say, we cannot possibly seek external aid, nor can we have the System Lords within the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall unite and rise together to resist such a powerful external enemy. Under those conditions, how can we ’not necessarily’ escape the fate of the extinction of our race?"

The Venerable King gazed toward the distant east. "When all the advanced civilizations of the Cosmos unite, indeed, no single developed civilization can resist them. Even as a Level Four civilization, our Martial Hero Race is no exception. However, even if those advanced civilizations joined forces with our Martial Hero Race, they still could not shake the majesty of the Cosmos’s only True God, the Land God Lu Li. Perhaps you do not truly know how powerful Lu Li is; I, however, more or less have some idea."

Mobilis asked curiously, "Just how powerful is the Land God?"

The Venerable King said, "His power very likely has reached the point where he can effortlessly annihilate a colossal celestial structure. For example, the Sloan Great Wall, with a length as great as 1.37 billion light-years—if the Land God wished, he could erase the Sloan Great Wall from the Cosmos in an instant. This is the answer I arrived at through precise calculations, though this answer may not be accurate, because the Land God may be... even stronger than what I calculated!"

What?

Erasing the Sloan Great Wall in an instant was already staggering, and yet he might be even more powerful than that?

Mobilis was utterly dumbfounded; he could not believe that the Land God was so overwhelmingly powerful.

Previously, in his impression, Lu Li’s most sensational battle record was the destruction of the Small Magellanic Cloud Star System.

So he had no idea whether Lu Li could resolve the problem of the "Great Cold Silence."

Now, after hearing the Venerable King say that Lu Li was this powerful, Mobilis could clearly understand one thing.

Namely, that if Nuazai could bring the Land God back, then whether it was the "Great Cold Silence," the havoc wreaked by iron-based lifeforms, or even all the advanced civilizations of the Cosmos joining together to crusade against them, the Martial Hero Race would have nothing to fear.

"I hope the King can successfully invite the Land God over from Earth."

Mobilis secretly looked forward to it in his heart, for according to the Venerable King, this was the only possibility for the Martial Hero Race to avoid extinction.

As a member of the Martial Hero Race, and moreover the highly exalted Grand Marshal of the Universe, he naturally did not wish for his race to become a relic of history.

With this hope in mind, he ended his conversation with the Venerable King, then immediately went to make arrangements and deployments.

...

Fierce war erupted within the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall.

Countless Cosmic Battleships, loaded with heavy-fire weapons, launched an offensive toward the Super Star Cluster at the core of the Martial Hero Race.

From one giant Cosmic Battleship after another, beams of ultra-terrifying light with immense destructive power were fired.

On the Martial Hero Race’s side, they were not to be outdone; they dispatched Titan Cosmic Battleships and various assassin ships to counterattack the rebels.

In an instant, the boundless starry sky was filled with multicolored deadly radiance.

These rays were incomparably dazzling; some of them were at times as intense as a gamma-ray burst.

At the same time, these rays were incomparably dangerous; whenever a Cosmic Battleship, asteroid, comet, and the like was struck, it would be reduced to dust in an instant.

So far, neither the rebel forces nor the Martial Hero Race’s army had used more formidable weapons—only some conventional arms.

Yet even with only conventional weapons, their technology was simply too advanced; they still turned the entire starry sky into a scene of devastation. Countless asteroids were blasted apart, and some Earth-like planets were riddled with countless wounds.

...

In the endless starry void.

A Spaceship was repeatedly performing ultra-long-distance spatial jumps.

This Spaceship was precisely the "vehicle" of the Cosmic Emperor Nuazai.

This time, not only had he failed to respectfully invite Lu Li to come forth and assist when he went to Earth, he had almost died there; his mood was abysmal.

Nuazai knew this was not the time to dwell on such things. He had more important matters to attend to—namely, to return to the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall as quickly as possible, so that in his absence the System Lords of each Star System would not misjudge the situation, and to prevent the news of the "Great Cold Silence" from leaking, which would draw all the advanced civilizations of the Cosmos to besiege them.

In his view, it was merely a matter of a few days’ travel; he felt he should still make it back in time.

This thought persisted for only a day or two, and then, while he was still drifting in the starry void, Nuazai received earth-shattering bad news.

Staring at Grand Marshal Mobilis on the virtual screen, Nuazai’s face was filled with shock. "What? What did you say? It’s bad enough that roughly three hundred thousand Star Systems’ System Lords within have risen in revolt, but those external advanced civilizations have already begun to encroach upon us as well?"

Standing behind him, Li Luo and the high-ranking officials of Hercules all turned pale at this news.

Grand Marshal Mobilis’s expression was incomparably grave as he said, "Yes. The Venerable King discovered the situation and instructed me to contact you at once. We should be able to suppress the internal rebellion, but this external enemy assault is something we may not be able to withstand."

Nuazai immediately calmed down and asked, "Has the Venerable King calculated roughly how long our Martial Hero Race can resist the invasion of these external advanced civilizations?"

Grand Marshal Mobilis gave a bitter, continuous laugh. "If all the advanced civilizations of the Cosmos truly attack us, and on top of that we have internal strife, I’m afraid we can at most hold out for fifteen days."

Only fifteen days?

The Martial Hero Race was the most powerful intelligent civilization species in the Cosmos!

Li Luo and the high-ranking officials of the Martial Hero Race were genuinely astonished in the depths of their hearts when they heard this "time limit."

Only Nuazai, the Cosmic Emperor, showed no change in expression, as though he agreed with the time limit given by Grand Marshal Mobilis.

Why would he agree?

The reason was simple: he knew there were far too many advanced civilizations in the Cosmos, among which more than a few had already drawn infinitely close to Level Four civilization.

With so many advanced civilizations joining forces, for the Martial Hero Race—already beset by internal turmoil—to be able to hold out for fifteen days could be considered extremely formidable.

Being extremely formidable was one thing.

Having their defensive line breached and their race annihilated would be another matter entirely.

Nuazai was very clear on one point.

He had to do everything in his power to turn the tide and defy fate.

With this in mind, he nodded slightly toward the virtual screen. "All right, I understand. You may withdraw for now."

Mobilis said, "Yes, my great King."

With that, the virtual screen went dark.

Li Luo stepped forward from behind, her expression solemn as she asked, "My King, what should we do?"

"What should we do?" Nuazai’s gaze turned deep as he issued the order, "Immediately alter the Spaceship’s course. We must return to Earth at once and, by any means necessary, implore the Land God to come forth and aid us. Otherwise, the glory of our Hercules will soon... be utterly destroyed!"