The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Oh my god! The shareholder is dead!"

When the internet addict and other bandits saw that Miss Butterfly's mecha had exploded, they jumped up and down in a panic.

But soon, from the shattered fragments of space, a blue glass sphere flew out.

"Bang!!"

Miss Butterfly, dressed in individual armor, flew out of the blue glass sphere.

As Miss Butterfly watched GD-660 being dismembered layer by layer under the power of space, she frowned deeply.

"Space base, prepare to fire!"

The soldiers at the base were shocked.

"Please repeat the order, Commander!"

"Prepare to fire! The hominin wave transmitter has been destroyed, and the other device is still in the Martian laboratory. There's no other way to stop the Dark King!"

"But... Commander, you're still on the moon..."

"Execute the command!"

Inside the space base, all the soldiers in front of the controllers looked at each other in bewilderment.

After Miss Butterfly urged them repeatedly, they finally began the weapon firing procedure.

Weapons capable of shattering or pushing the moon aside are all heavyweights.

Only massive bases operating in space can carry them.

"Dulu lulu lulu... Dulu lulu lulu..."

The Dark King flipped over again, ready to attack Miss Butterfly once more.

Miss Butterfly brought up the control panel of the armor, seized the opportunity, and as Dark King's body flipped, she quickly shot upwards.

"Anti-gravity coefficient overload will threaten the driver's life!"

Such extreme acceleration is a huge test for Miss Butterfly's body.

Fortunately, she was a cyborg, and during her undercover work on Earth, she participated in a job change, so her body was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, which allowed her to barely hold on.

Even so, Miss Butterfly was gritting her teeth.

In the blink of an eye, she rose from the lunar surface into outer space.

In the eyes of internet addicts and others, Miss Butterfly's acceleration was comparable to teleportation.

however.

"Dulu lulu lulu... Dulu lulu lulu..."

The Dark King still appeared above Miss Butterfly.

Another wave of spatial shock is coming.

"what!"

Miss Butterfly activated her magnetic shield, and she and her mecha were blasted back onto the lunar surface.

"Bang!!"

With a loud crash, Miss Butterfly's armor was smashed to pieces, with only a portion still attached to her body.

"Dulu lulu lulu... Dulu lulu lulu..."

The Dark King, resembling a Tetris player, exudes a comical yet terrifying aura.

It slowly descended, the lights on its body constantly flashing on and off for no apparent reason.

Miss Butterfly struggled to her feet, her right arm stuck in the damaged armor, bleeding profusely and difficult to pull out.

Miss Butterfly picked up a shard and severed her already comminuted right arm.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

At the severed arm, there was flesh and blood, as well as sparking electrical circuits.

Not far away, the brave war correspondent, covered in dust and dirt, carried his camera and filmed Miss Butterfly.

"My fellow citizens of Earth, as we can see now, the commander-in-chief of the celestial beings on the moon is in dire straits. It seems she has run out of options. Alas..."

The war correspondent's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice choked with emotion.

"Is destruction the only fate awaiting humanity? Who can save us?"

The live stream chat was filled with a somber atmosphere.

The shadow of doomsday looms over the entire world.

Seeing that the Dark King was about to attack again, a group of people stood in front of Miss Butterfly.

"Dark King! What kind of skill is it to bully women!"

"Exactly! Come at me one-on-one if you dare!"

"Dark King, you old scoundrel! Dudu, you shameless bastard! I have never seen such a shameless pillar!"

The newcomers were a group of bandits led by an internet addict, who were scavenging for trash nearby.

Some of them stood in front of Miss Butterfly, trash-talking the Dark King, while others were healing Miss Butterfly.

Miss Butterfly shook her head.

"It's no use. I've already ordered an attack on the moon. There won't be any survivors here. Don't bother treating me."

"The internet addict said, turning around."

"Don't give up! He's coming!"

"he?"

"The one and only savior of Earth: the dice!"

"Dice one... Even he couldn't handle the Dark King, could he?"

The internet addict lowered his voice and desperately called for help.

"You old scoundrel, hurry up! That Dark King has started spinning again. You really expect us to take it on one-on-one??"

……

Blue Star.

Yunshan City.

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar from above the clouds startled all the citizens.

The intense light was so bright that it even eclipsed the sun's rays, blinding everyone.

"What's going on?"

"Is the sky falling?"

"Could the moon have exploded??"

"The moon is only visible in the Western Hemisphere right now, how could we see it here?"

"This intensity...it looks like a nuclear bomb exploding in the sky!"

It is true that a nuclear bomb exploded in the sky.

Song Gua first used a cannon to knock the Poison Ancestor back to his original form, making it impossible for him to maintain his divine appearance.

Then they discovered that the shot that hit the Poison Ancestor had also cracked the space of the Sky City Small World.

Through the cracks in the small world, one can see the outside world, the blue planet, rather than the chaotic spatial turbulence or void.

This means that you can get out directly through the crack!

So he quickly fired another shot, hitting the crack directly and widening it.

He intended for the crack to widen enough for him to pass through, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful that it blasted out a crack hundreds of kilometers long.

Thus, Song Gua successfully left the Sky City.

Many more people flew out from this long crack.

The rebel king, the federal god, the leaders of the eight top forces in the China region, Wang Miao, Qian Chongxue, and others who entered Sky City from the Ascension Road, etc.

Poison Ancestor also took the opportunity to escape.

Song Gua turned around and looked at the crack behind him, which was healing.

The word "thing" in Yunyang also contains the story of the ancient city's survivors.

They guarded the light of the sky for three thousand years and longed for the outside world for three thousand years.

This yearning did not lead them to selfishness, and this commitment never changed.

Unfortunately, when their three thousand years of waiting finally came to an end, they were unable to see the outside world.

Their stories and their spirit, along with this healed spatial rift, are forever buried in the sands of time.

"Dice! Hand over the two sources of light within you, or else, with the full might of the Ten Ancestors, there will be nowhere for you to hide in the entire world!"

Song Gua turned to look at the clamoring Poison Ancestor.

"It's all because of you."

Song Gua's eyes were as cold as frost.

The look in his eyes sent a chill down Poison Ancestor's spine.

At this moment, he was neither a god nor a transformed god.

Having been forcibly stripped of his divine form by Song Gua, the Poison Ancestor is now severely injured and cannot even activate his divine possession ability.

Therefore, his fate was predictable.

Song Gua moved his feet and took a step to stand in front of the Poison Ancestor.

He thrust out his spear in a simple and unadorned manner.

"puff!!"

Poison Ancestor reacted quickly, avoiding vital points, but was pierced through the shoulder blade by Song Gua.

With a flick of his spear, Song Gua severed one of Poison Ancestor's arms!

"ah!!!"