Super God Academy: Kabuto

The void of the Shenhe Ruins is no longer a void.

It transformed into a boiling cauldron. Silvery-white holy flames, dark purple spatial rifts, golden stellar energy cannons, crimson god-slaying axe beams, and endless, eerie blue insectoid blood mist intertwined, collided, and annihilated wildly within this small starfield. Every second, thousands of insectoids were vaporized, every second, angel wings were torn apart, and every second, demonic warships were devoured.

Keisha stood on the bridge of the Skyblade VII, her silver eyes still calm, but her hand had already risen from the command platform, her fingers loosely clenched, and a silvery-white light gathered in her palm. It was a compressed form of the Divine Domain—condensing the power of judgment, enough to cover a planet, into a beam of light only as thick as an arm. She hadn't released it yet, because she was waiting. Waiting for the true target to appear.

Liang Bing was no longer on the command platform. She hovered above the bow of the Demon One, dark purple energy surging around her, as if she were draped in a cloak woven from the void itself. Her hands traced intricate trajectories, each movement adding a new layer of spatial folds around the cracks, trapping the Zerg attempting to flank her within the folded space. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she didn't stop, nor did she even frown.

Lena's stellar flames had begun to become unstable. Not because she lacked power, but because the concentration of void energy near the Divine River Ruins had reached a critical point, constantly interfering with her spiritual connection to the sun. Each of her attacks required three times the usual amount of spiritual energy, and her spiritual energy was being consumed at a visible rate. Pan Zhen stood behind her, his golden armor stained with the blood mist of the Zerg, his blazing sun weapon humming in his hand, ready to take her place at any moment.

The Earth fleet suffered the heaviest losses. Not because the soldiers weren't brave enough, but because their equipment and defenses were far too vulnerable to these void creatures. One giant warship was simultaneously struck on the bridge by three Zerg commanders; its energy shield collapsed in 0.3 seconds, and the hull was torn in two. Another warship was hit by the Zerg's acid spray; its armor was corroded and penetrated within ten seconds, and the air inside was instantly sucked out, leaving dozens of soldiers struggling, suffocating, and dying in the vacuum.

Ge Xiaolun's eyes reddened. He no longer stayed in the reserve position, but charged into the deepest part of the insect swarm. The lightsaber formed from the power of the Milky Way drew silver-white arcs in the void, each strike taking the lives of dozens of insectoids. Liu Chuang followed beside him, the blade of the God-Slaying Axe already chipped, but he still chopped, still hacked, still roared.

Just as the allied forces were barely stabilizing their lines and beginning to push the insect swarm back—

back.

The attack came from behind.

Countless beams of eerie blue light shot from the rear of the allied forces, precisely striking the tail of the Angel Fleet, the flank of the Demon Fleet, the right flank of the Sun Fleet, and the flagship of the Earth Fleet. These beams were not the Zerg's biological cannons, nor the Sea Clan's mental attacks, but rather—the energy weapons of the Triangular Spheres.

The communication channels exploded instantly. "Large numbers of triangular units detected behind!" "Duplicate, triangular units are attacking from behind!" "Angel Fleet has lost three escort ships!" "Demon One's shields have decreased by 40%!" "Sun Chaser's starboard side is damaged!" "Giant Gorge's bridge has been hit! Giant Gorge's bridge has been hit!"

Keisha whirled around, a flash of anger finally crossing her silver eyes. She saw it—behind the Allied lines, in a starfield everyone thought was safe, countless triangular warships were emerging from the void. Their hulls were a translucent, ghostly blue, like phantoms from the deep sea, and now they were opening their enormous, petal-like cannons, aiming at the heart of the Allied forces.

Lan Cang hovered in the center of the Triangular Fleet, his massive body resembling a mobile fortress, his three pairs of compound eyes burning with an orange-yellow light. The wound on his chest, left by Tsukasa Kadoya, had completely healed, replaced by a thicker layer of scales that shimmered with a dark red light. From the corner of his mouth, from his gaping maw filled with sharp teeth, came a low, tsunami-like roar.

"kill."

The triangular fleet opened fire simultaneously.

The allied forces crumbled instantly under the combined attack. The silver wings of angels were torn apart, the shadows of demons were dispelled, the golden flames of the sun were extinguished, and the steel of the earth was crushed. Keisha finally unleashed the Divine Judgment—a silver beam pierced the void, erasing an entire triangular fleet from existence. But more triangular beings were surging in, more insectoids were surging in, and more blood was blooming in this void.

Tsukasa Kadoya moved. He couldn't wait any longer. A magenta light shone on him, the Decade Driver was already fastened to his waist, and the transformation card was held between his fingers—

Then he stopped.

From the depths of the rift, two colossal figures emerged simultaneously. A deep blue whale, a dark purple spider. Kunxu and Youluo—the last two lines of defense among the three Void races—stepped into the void of the known universe at this moment.

Kunxu's first strike wasn't even an attack. It was merely a "look".

That glance wasn't a gaze, but a spirit. It was the moment when the king of the Void Sea Clan, an ancient being who had survived for countless eons, crushed its will upon it. That will had no shape, no color, no sound; it simply "existed"—existed deep within the consciousness of every Allied warrior, like compressing the mass of a star into a singularity and then detonating it in that fragile sea of ​​consciousness.

Thousands of angel warriors screamed in agony, clutching their heads. Their silver wings instantly lost their luster, and their bodies tumbled, convulsed, and bled from their orifices in the void. The low-ranking demons of the demon fleet fell unconscious, and their dark purple energy shields collapsed without anyone to control them. The stellar flames of the Sun Warriors abruptly extinguished, and those powerful warriors who had once wielded stellar energy now floated stiffly in the void like soulless puppets, their eyes vacant.

Keisha groaned, silver light flashing wildly across her body—the instinctive reaction of her divine form against the invading spirit. A trickle of silver blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but she did not fall, nor did she retreat a single step. Liang Bing's face instantly turned pale, dark purple energy surging even more violently around her—she was using her will to resist Kun Xu's mental crushing force. Lena knelt on one knee, her golden-red battle robe stained with the blood she coughed up, but she continued to burn, continued to resist.

Ge Xiaolun felt his head was about to explode. That will, like countless steel needles, pierced his brain, his spine, and every nerve simultaneously. He clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his gums, but he didn't fall. Because he knew that if he fell, the Earth fleet behind him would be finished. Liu Chuang had already lost consciousness; the God-Slaying Axe slipped from his hand, and his body floated slowly in the void, like a soulless shell.

Tsukasa Kadoya's transformation card froze in mid-air. He didn't transform because he knew that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to withstand Kunxu's next attack. It wasn't a matter of power, but a difference in dimensions. Kunxu's mental attack wasn't aimed at the individual, but at "existence" itself—it didn't attack your consciousness, but your "qualification" to exist in this world.

But he had to do something.

Tsukasa Kadoya removed his finger from the transformation card and placed it on the driver at his waist. Not a transformation, but—Aurora Veil. A magenta light exploded before him, transforming into a massive, curtain-like barrier that cleaved the entire battlefield in two. On one side of the barrier were the Allied Forces, the crumbling lines, and the dying warriors. On the other side were Kunxu and Youluo, the expanding rift, and the surging Void Army.

Tsukasa Kadoya didn't stop. His hands traced intricate patterns in the air, magenta light leaping, intertwining, and entwining at his fingertips, weaving a vast net. Then, he abruptly brought his hands together.

Space displacement.

The space around Kunxu and Youluo suddenly distorted, not from the outside, but from their own coordinates. One second, they were hovering in front of the rift, facing the entire allied army. The next second, they had been teleported to the edge of the battlefield, facing—Kadoya Tsukasa alone.

The aurora curtain slowly closed behind them, isolating the rift, the void army, and the main forces of both sides engaged in battle on the other side. Kunxu turned its massive body, and three pairs of dark blue, swirling eyes fell on Kadoya Tsukasa. There was no anger or surprise in its gaze, only a faint curiosity, like scrutinizing an ant.

Youluo laughed. The laughter was sharp and drawn-out, like the simultaneous flapping of countless insect wings. "Interesting," she said, a genuine interest finally appearing in her cold eyes. "You little insect, you do have some skill."

Tsukasa Kadoya didn't speak. He simply stood there, his magenta suit gleaming faintly in the starlight, the camera casually hanging at his side, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. Before him stood the emperors of the Void Sea Clan and the Void Insect Clan. Behind him, the allied forces struggled in a bloody battle. At his feet lay the remains of countless fallen warriors.

He raised his camera, aimed it at Kunxu, and pressed the shutter.

Click.

The sound of the camera shutter echoed in the void.

"Let's take a picture to remember this," Tsukasa Kadoya said casually. "After all, you don't see something this big every day."

Kunxu did not respond. It simply stared at Kadoya Tsukasa, something seeming to flicker faintly in its deep blue, swirling eyes. Then, it spoke, its voice low and resonant, like an ancient echo from the deep sea.

"You are not a being of this universe."

Tsukasa Kadoya shrugged: "Just passing by."

"Just passing by." Kunxu repeated the word, his voice carrying a faint, almost imperceptible hint of amusement. "Interesting."

The standoff between the three unfolded silently in this void isolated by the aurora curtain.

In the Emerald Galaxy, the cracks have finally opened completely.

It wasn't the slow, breathing-like expansion of before, but rather like a ripped wound bursting open in an instant. A dark light erupted from the depths of the crack; it wasn't light, but the release of void energy at the moment the dimensional barrier shattered, each wisp enough to strip away the atmosphere of a planet within minutes.

Then, they came.

It was not the tide of the sea creatures, nor the mist of the insectoid race, but the landslide of the earth's royal family.

The colossi were the first to emerge from the crack. Their bodies were the size of asteroids, covered in constantly flowing, dark yellow rock armor, each step creating visible ripples in the void. There were only a few hundred of them, but each was like a mobile fortress, capable of crushing any obstacle in its path.

The earth-devouring worms followed closely behind. Their bodies snaked like trains, covered in spiraling, drill-like shells, and corrosive mucus dripped continuously from their enormous, round mouthparts. They traversed the void, leaving dark yellow trails—the result of their internal acid corroding space itself.

The Zhenyue soldiers surged forth like a tidal wave. They were only one-tenth the size of the giant elephants, but their numbers were a thousand times greater. They converged into a dark yellow torrent, filled with the dull thud of footsteps, the scraping of carapaces, and the burning desire for this new universe in countless eyes.

The Void Beasts hovered at the very back. Their shapes resembled inverted mountains, with visible petrified spores constantly scattering from their bases. These spores drifted and settled in the void, transforming space after space into "Wilderness Domains" suitable for the Earth Royal Family to wage war.

Lin Yu hovered in front of the rift, watching the dark yellow torrent surge towards him. Behind him lay the galaxy of the Emerald Galaxy, countless burning stars, countless rotating planets, and countless slumbering lives. He could not let this torrent pass.

He raised his hand.

"The Feather of Time".

A silvery-white feather drifted from his palm. The feather was not a physical object, but a solidification of time—the purest application of the laws of time that he had brought back from the closed loop of time. Each feather carried a small segment of frozen time, and each feather was enough to slow the flow of time in a region to almost a standstill.

Feathers drifted down.

It landed on the head of the first colossus. The colossus's movements suddenly slowed, as if it were moving through viscous amber. Its pace decreased from thousands of meters per second to a few meters per minute. Its power, which was originally enough to crush stars, was now sealed within its massive body by time itself.

The feathers continued to fall. They landed on the second, third, and hundredth colossi. They landed on the earth-devouring worms that snaked like trains, on the mountain-shaking soldiers that surged like a tide, and on the sky beasts that floated in the void. With each feather that fell, a piece of the royal family of the land was slowed down a hundredfold.

Their movements were like those of snails. Their roars were drawn out into a deep, rumbling sound, like the movement of the earth's crust. Their charge was frozen into slow motion frames, each frame like a still oil painting, recording their greed and longing as they stepped into this new universe.

But Lin Yu didn't stop. He continued to release Time Feathers, one after another, falling like snowflakes and covering the Earth Royals whose cracks were constantly emerging. His face began to turn pale, his breathing became rapid, and his fingertips began to tremble slightly—manipulating time came at a price, and on this battlefield, there was far too much time that he needed to control.

He didn't look at the slowed-down behemoths. His gaze pierced through the crack, through the dark yellow torrent, and landed at the deepest part of the crack. There, a figure was slowly emerging. That figure was not as massive as a colossus, not as winding as an earth-devouring worm, not as surging as a mountain-shaking army, but something more solid, more substantial, as if it had merged with the earth itself.

虺。

The patriarch of the Earth Royal Family is emerging from the crack.

Lin Yu watched the figure, the Time Feather in his hand still falling, one piece after another. A slow smile appeared on his lips, a smile without fear or tension, only a faint anticipation, like that of reuniting with an old friend.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said softly.

Silvery-white feathers fluttered in the void, turning the entire Emerald Galaxy into a silvery snowfield.