The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Half-Eagle waited for a moment, but there was no movement below, not even a reply.

Eagle Master's eyes turned completely cold.

"court death!"

He uttered two words, and the huge eagle wings behind him suddenly flapped.

A bluish-black hurricane instantly formed in mid-air.

When the gust of wind first appeared, it was only a few dozen meters wide. As it fell, it expanded wildly and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a raging tornado that stretched to the heavens and the earth.

The hurricane, with its destructive power, crashed directly into a medium-sized city below.

The earth trembled violently the moment the storm hit the ground.

On the large screen in the command center, a blinding red light flashed wildly, and the monitoring footage shook violently.

The high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete were extremely fragile in the face of that bluish-black gale.

Where the wind swept past, buildings snapped in half, steel bars were torn apart, and a layer of the entire city's ground was forcibly lifted up.

The air raid siren didn't even last half a second before it was shattered by the wind.

Countless people who had not yet evacuated to the deepest parts of the storm were swept into the eye of the storm before they could even scream.

The blood mist exploded in the gale, only to be completely wiped out by the wind blades.

Everything was pitch black before my eyes; I had entered a dark space awaiting resurrection.

In just a few seconds, the entire city was forcibly emptied and turned into ruins.

No one spoke; the sound of error messages on the keyboard in the command room was particularly jarring.

"Damn it!" Old Qian's eyes were bloodshot as he slammed his hand heavily on the command platform.

Old An gritted his teeth, staring at the ruins on the screen, his breathing heavy.

The difference in strength between kings is too great.

This is not an equal war at all.

The half-eagle in mid-air looked down at its masterpiece, its face expressionless.

His voice once again resonated precisely in everyone's minds.

You have one minute.

"If I don't get the answer I want in one minute, I'll destroy another city!"

Chi Zhengyang's eyes turned cold, and he immediately prepared to leave.

"Elder Chi!" Elder An grabbed his arm. "What good will it do you go! Those are dozens of King-level experts! Going there will only be suicide!"

"We can't just stand here and watch." Chi Zhengyang shook off his hand.

Just as Chi Zhengyang turned around to rush out of the command room, the radar on the big screen started alarming wildly.

"A high-energy reaction has appeared in the center of the battlefield!" the operator shouted.

Chi Zhengyang suddenly turned his head to look at the screen.

A graceful figure took shape in mid-air without warning.

Without using any flying aids, she directly beat Chi Zhengyang to the punch and stood in front of the kings.

She was a woman wearing a pure white long dress.

The skirt is woven from fine and resilient luminous spider silk, with flowing patterns of genetic sequences.

The woman had a graceful figure, yet exuded an aura of extreme danger.

The Weaver of Fate.

She hovered directly in front of the half-eagle, facing dozens of king-level monsters, without any fear on her face.

Half-Eagle stared at the woman blocking his way, then let out a sneer.

"Empress Weaver of Fate, you really are here."

The eagle's enormous wings flapped slowly behind it, creating gusts of air.

He looked the woman up and down, his eyes full of mockery.

"Back then, you went to great lengths to be the first to break through the spatial barrier and arrive on Earth. I thought you had gained some huge benefits." Half-Eagle sensed the energy fluctuations on the other party's body and shook his head.

"You arrived here so long before us, seizing the initiative, yet this is still the result." Half-Eagle curled the corners of his mouth, his tone contemptuous: "Still a quasi-king, not even having stepped into the true king level."

"It seems that this priceless treasure is destined to be out of your reach."

The Weaver Queen remained unmoved.

Behind Half-Eagle, at the very back of that king-level team, the Bone King, who had been completely invisible until now, had his golden soul flame in his eye sockets flicker twice the moment he saw the Weaver of Fate appear.

Ainz Ooal Gown's eyes flickered slightly.

But when his gaze swept over the half-eagle and the others standing in front of him, his jaw gently clenched, and he remained silent.

High in the sky, air currents surge.

Empress Weaver placed her hands together in front of her abdomen, bowed slightly, and performed a standard ancient greeting.

"Senior Eagle Master."

Her voice was ethereal and gentle, with a strange magnetism.

She slowly straightened up, her eyes calmly fixed on the arrogant half-eagle before her.

"I've come to persuade you to leave, senior."

High in the sky, the sound of the wind suddenly stopped for a moment.

Upon hearing this, the Eagle Master's expression froze. Then, his enormous wings suddenly flapped.

"Hahahahaha!"

A deafening burst of maniacal laughter exploded across the sky.

The laughter was accompanied by terrifying energy fluctuations at the King level, which transformed into sonic boom clouds that exploded one after another in mid-air.

In the ruined city below, countless remnants of reinforced concrete were shattered by the laughter, turning into dust that filled the sky.

"Are you advising me to leave?"

The eagle master laughed so hard his wings trembled. He abruptly stopped, looking down at the slender figure before him, his voice as cold as ice: "Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that? What right do you have!"

Before he finished speaking, he casually waved the dark gold wings on his back.

"call out!"

Without any warning or energy buildup, a dark gold feather needle with a cold metallic luster shot out.

The speed was so fast that it didn't even break the sound barrier, but instead tore through space itself.

Empress Weaver of Fate hadn't even finished raising her hand.

"Pfft!"

A dull, penetrating sound rang out.

The pure white spider silk dress was instantly torn open with a large hole.

Blood gushed out like a high-pressure water jet, instantly staining half of her pure white dress red.

That terrifying penetrating force, carrying unparalleled kinetic energy, directly sent the Weaver of Fate flying.

She tumbled and rolled in mid-air, smashing through more than a dozen layers of thick cloud explosions, flying back more than a thousand meters before finally regaining her footing.

Dragon Kingdom, underground command center.

Watching this scene on the big screen, no one in the entire hall spoke; only rapid breathing filled the air.

Chi Zhengyang clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms, not even noticing the blood seeping out.

"They're both at the King level, so how can there be such a huge difference?" Old An's voice was hoarse as he gripped the table tightly with both hands.

one strike.

With just a casual swing, she could render a Weaver of Fate powerless against her.

Chi Zhengyang stared intently at the figure that had flown back onto the screen, his mind reeling with turmoil.

Even if the Weaver of Fate is strong, can she withstand so many kings?

High-altitude battlefield.

A cold wind howled.

Empress Weaver of Fate stopped in her tracks and looked down at her right shoulder, which had been completely pierced.

A fist-sized hole pierced through the shoulder blade, revealing the bare white bone and pulsating veins inside.

Spiderweb-like patterns flickered wildly at her wound, and fine, luminous spider silk was automatically secreted, like the finest sutures, forcibly pulling the severed blood vessels and muscles back together.