Outside Luoyang city.

Golden particles of light floated in the air.

The light seeped into the soldiers' wounds, reshaping their flesh and blood at a microscopic level.

Lu Xiao stood in the middle of the road.

Twenty-five Proto-Forged Space Marines stood behind him.

He took off his helmet.

His eyes flowed with liquid gold, a radiance overflowing from psychic energy.

Within a radius of several miles, the surviving soldiers, members of the Super Soldier Company, and refugees in the distance all moved in unison: looking up.

Lu Xiao had seen this expression before.

Ge Xiaolun gripped the greatsword tightly.

Zhao Xin opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

Angel Zhixin stood not far away, and the scene, which was beyond her comprehension, caused her brain to freeze.

Lu Xiao looked around.

An old picture from before his time travel flashed through his mind.

"Oh."

Lu Xiao spoke up.

He raised his hand.

Golden psionic energy danced at his fingertips, exploding into tiny sparks of electricity.

"The only difference is that I don't look at the sun."

"In this universe, I am the sun."

"Ge Xiaolun".

Lu Xiao's voice was not loud.

But under the vibration of psionic energy, the sound struck everyone's eardrums with pinpoint accuracy.

"Here...here!"

Ge Xiaolun shuddered, his back instantly straightening as if he were back at roll call in basic training.

"Shut your mouth."

Lu Xiao spoke calmly, her gaze sweeping over the ruins.

"Look at this city, look at the people behind you."

"The true God is not someone who hangs in the sky for people to kneel before."

"If a disaster were to strike, and the sky could be restored, that would be what makes a god."

Lu Xiao fastened her helmet back on.

The clicking sound of the airlock closing was particularly jarring on the deathly silent battlefield.

"Reorganize the troops and clean up the battlefield."

"Don't let those alien bastards laugh at us."

"Yes, sir!"

Ge Xiaolun yelled at the top of his lungs, his eyes red-rimmed.

Something hard filled his wavering heart.

……

Devil Number One, Devil Wings.

All the demon operators froze in their seats.

The large screen repeatedly played the same scene: the giant golden hand that stretched across the sky and earth casually crushed the Taotie's "fierce tide".

"Holy crap..."

In the silence, a national treasure's rendition, filled with a sense of existential unease, broke the stillness.

Morgana jumped up from her throne.

The smoky makeup distorted her aged face, unable to conceal the horrifying aura.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Morgana pointed at the screen, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"That's a monstrous surge! An antimatter attack! Energy powerful enough to upend the Earth's crust!"

"He just crushed it with his bare hands?"

"Is this scientifically sound? Has the dark energy conversion formula been eaten? Has the law of conservation of energy been fed to dogs?"

Morgana's worldview is collapsing.

As the greatest evil in the known universe, she has witnessed Keisha's sacred domain, used the Great Clock, and experienced Pan Zhen's Star Drive.

But she witnessed once again the power of this extreme idealism, the power that would actually crush something if "I think I can crush it".

"Queen……"

The black wind trembled incessantly within that cloud of black mist.

"Data analysis shows that the physical rules of the skies over Luoyang have been rewritten."

"An extremely domineering will forcibly distorted reality; this must be the psionic power in the Warhammer story."

"Psionic power? You're talking to me about psionic power?"

Morgana frantically scratched her hair.

"If this thing can conjure antimatter by hand, then all of us scientists might as well retire and go home to meditate and cultivate immortality!"

She originally planned to wait until Lu Xiao and Taotie fought to the death before reaping the rewards.

Now?

Don't even mention revenge.

Morgana is crazy, but not mentally ill.

The intensity of the psionic energy displayed in that attack just now definitely reached the level of a main god.

"That Chosen One...that Lu Xiao..."

Morgana swallowed.

"This guy's using cheat codes!"

At that moment, a hissing sound of depressurization came from the life support capsule in the corner of the hall.

The hatch popped open, and Atto stumbled out.

Thanks to the resources allocated to him by the Demon Wings, he was resurrected quickly.

"Queen……"

Ato's voice was weak; his memory was still stuck on the moment when he was being pressed to the ground and rubbed against the ground by Lu Xiao's men.

"I lost. Lu Xiao and his gang aren't super soldiers, they're monsters..."

He clutched his chest, where the lingering phantom pain of being shattered by the bomb still remained.

"Queen, give me an army, I want to avenge this humiliation..."

"Shut up!"

Morgana turned around abruptly and roared, stunning Atto.

"Avenge my humiliation? Avenge your ass! You want me dead already?"

Morgana rushed to the control panel, her hands leaving afterimages as she typed on the keyboard.

"Ato, listen up. From this moment on, completely block your coded signals! Don't utter a single word!"

"And you all!"

Morgana roared at the hall.

"All ships enter silence! Activate highest level optical camouflage and dark data disguise!"

"Sink the Demon Wings to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean! No, sink them directly into the mantle!"

"Your Majesty, should we escape?"

Ato looked incredulous.

"This is called a strategic shift! Don't you understand?!"

Morgana stared intently at the golden figure on the screen, filled with deep regret.

If she had known this thing was a monster of this level, she would never have messed with it.

To provoke such an unreasonable killing god for a time-space gene is an absolute waste.

"Lu Xiao, you win."

Morgana slammed her fist on the armrest in frustration.

"If I can't afford to offend her, can't I at least avoid her?"

"As long as I hide deep enough, that bitch Lu Xiao won't be able to find me. I don't believe you can turn the whole world upside down!"

"Withdraw! Withdraw immediately!" Of course, the operators didn't actually steer the Devil One into the mantle, but rather moved it away from Earth. The Queen was just so angry that she lost her mind.

……

Outer space, the Taotie flagship group.

The atmosphere here is even more oppressive than Devil One, like a pressure cooker about to explode.

The Gluttonous King howled as he stared intently at the battle damage report.

His body is mostly made of machinery.

Beneath the blue and white mecha, the power of the void flowed.

"Three full fleets were wiped out within ten minutes."

"The ferocious attack was intercepted."

"The giant wolf legion has been wiped out."

The howling sound was like the friction of metal, extremely grating.

"That's impossible."

He swung the mechanical claw and crushed the data panel in his hand.

"Even angels couldn't possibly catch a raging tide with their bare hands! That violates the definition of the void!"

"king……"

A commander knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

"Lu Xiao's energy readings cannot be analyzed. Our computer's logic circuits will self-destruct as soon as it comes into contact with that golden energy."

Shihao turned around, his electronic eyes flashing blue light.

He touched his chest.

There, the Void Engine is pulsating.

This is a masterpiece bestowed by Death Karl, a divine artifact capable of rewriting reality and defining concepts.

In the face of the void, so-called divine bodies and dark energy are nothing more than code that can be altered.

"My god Karl said that the void is the ultimate truth."

The howling became frenzied.

"If it is the truth, then there is nothing that cannot be defined."

"Lu Xiao is just relying on his psionic energy. In the face of the void, the laws of physics are a joke."

Shihao walked towards the teleportation platform.

"Pass on my orders."

"Flagship main gun charging, locking onto the outskirts of Luoyang."

"I will go down myself."

"Your Majesty! This is too dangerous!"

The commander shouted in terror.

"Shut up."

Shihao turned around, and the Void Engine vibrated slightly.

[Target: Gluttonous Commander]

[Concept Rewriting: Vocal Cord Removal]

"Uh...uh..."

The commander tried to speak in terror, but no sound came out.

His vocal cords disappeared into thin air.

"Do you see that? That's the void."

Shihao stared intently at his own palm.

"I can define existence, and I can define non-existence."

"Does Lu Xiao see herself as the sun?"

He let out a cold howl, and the mecha mask closed.

"Then I'll define it as the sun going out."

"I will personally twist off his head and offer it to my god Karl."

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