The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Outwardly, this manifests as the fact that although they are fighting on the ring of the super iron curtain, this is merely a cluster of rings, an area where various asteroids, space debris, and meteorites attracted by planets float.

But in an instant, He could turn this star ring into an ocean, and everyone seemed to sink into the deep sea to fight Him.

He seems to be able to draw anyone into His domain and separate others.

When inside the domain, enemies from the outside cannot attack enemies inside the domain; instead, they will attack the trash on the star ring. Conversely, people inside the domain cannot attack people outside.

At this moment, it was as if the two sides were staring at each other through a screen. No matter how powerful the attack was, it could not hurt the person on the other side of the screen; it could only hit the screen itself.

In essence, the Ninth Apostle and Xue's Law possess "stand-ins with the same abilities".

His spatial domain is extremely similar to the consciousness space described by Xue's law, and should both belong to the structure of "subspace".

Xue's Law, if it can master the ability to remotely pull into the consciousness space and use the consciousness space to cover the real space, can achieve the same performance effect as the Ninth Apostle.

This is why, after the Starfleet learned about Xue's Law and prepared to participate in the war, they had him hidden away until now.

That is, to use the same kind of ability to deal with the Ninth Apostle.

This was the real plan to assassinate the Ninth Apostle.

The Ninth Apostle was the kind of person who would run away if things went wrong. After several encounters, the Star Squadron knew that this apostle was definitely not the kind of enemy who cared about face or had any pride.

He would immediately enter his own subspace alone, then escape as quickly as possible, and seek revenge later.

Therefore, Xue Lude absolutely cannot make a move before He is exhausted and fleeing, and the moment Xue Lude makes a move will be the moment of certain death.

Therefore, the battle that lasted for more than ten hours was merely a depletion of the Ninth Apostle's physical strength and willpower.

For the past nineteen hours, the Star Squadron had been in a state of slow, insidious pressure on Him, just enough to suppress the Ninth Apostle without overdoing it, allowing Him to gradually expend his strength and energy while giving Him a sliver of hope.

Xue's Law had no psychological burden in using such intrigues.

In this battle, all he needs to do is unleash that one decisive sword strike!

……

Above the star ring, the Ninth Apostle was panting. He looked much like a human, except that his chin was covered with things that resembled tentacles or tree roots.

After 19 hours of relentless work, He was exhausted, but at least He had broken even this time.

The Super Iron Curtain has a total population of 168 billion, and the areas on the fallen planet Beast have also received some population replenishment.

These "false insects" disguised in human skin can also serve as fertilizer for the divine tree, and the rewards He has gained after plundering these people are enough to offset the previous costs.

But right now, it's just breaking even, but what it really wants is not to break even, but to make a huge profit, that is, to take both of these inhabited planets at the same time.

Although this place has been marked by the Starfleet, it is very likely that after it is completely captured, the ultra-long-range planet-destroying cannon will follow closely.

But seeing the profits slip away from his grasp, and realizing that all his hard work had only resulted in a break-even situation, made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

After several encounters, He gradually relaxed. Although He was not at an advantage in the battle of attrition, His abilities would make Him invincible.

As long as I can enter the subspace the moment I sense danger and then teleport away, coupled with my strong vitality, I will at least not lose.

Now, He is preparing to evacuate with over 10 billion people and swarms of insects that He has plundered.

If this drags on, they might not be able to withstand the relentless attacks of the Starfleet, and their Zerg swarm might just be consumed and die.

Although losing a few hundred million insects after having over 10 billion pseudo-insects is not a big deal for Him, he will save money wherever possible. At present, as long as he can only guarantee that he will not lose money, he will make a profit.

“It seems the battle is over,” He said.

Opposite the Ninth Apostle was a man wielding a greatsword. He was the squad leader of the Fifth Squadron of the Starfleet, and also the mentor of the Hero Uncle.

If we're talking about seniority, Fafnir should call him "Grandpa".

Now, the old man stared intently at the Ninth Apostle, slowly lowering the greatsword in his hand, seemingly unable to withstand such intense combat.

"As expected, being stuck with you guys like glue will only make things worse. But let me tell you, you can't protect this planet forever. There will always be times when you relax. A thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or a hundred thousand years? I can wait. The moment you relax, I will completely take over this place!" Although it was trash talk before his escape, the Ninth Apostle also brought some personal grudges.

After all, he was caught and beaten up every time he came over, and he narrowly escaped death several times. It's impossible that he didn't have some personal grudges.

He clearly did not intend to use such an extreme method.

He was utterly astonished when he first saw that the Iron Curtain had nearly 20 billion people.

Two hundred billion people on a tiny planet—even insects can reproduce that many times!

He actually wanted to learn this method that could cause the population of the territory He ruled to increase dramatically. In this way, He could make the population of His own planet increase dramatically. With this population base, even if people died naturally, it was estimated that it would take fifty years to cultivate a single fruit.

Furthermore, He vaguely felt that the situation on this planet was actually very similar to the Thirteenth Apostle's "Project to Raise Children".

They all just waited for natural death after vigorously developing the population. Although he looked down on the thirteenth apostle, he was very interested in his plan to raise children. He even thought that he would be the first apostle to complete this plan, and that he would accumulate enough power in a short time to reach the level of the quasi-6th order like the previous apostles.

However, what He didn't expect was that what followed was an attack from the world's consciousness as if it were reacting to an attack, as well as an ambush by the interstellar column, forcing Him to resort to the most extreme methods.

"What a pity, I really like this planet and civilization." It seemed as if He was mocking the other side for being unable to do anything.

"Goodbye, next time will be your death day." The Ninth Apostle sank into his own subspace in an instant.

My whole body entered a relaxed state.

However, at that moment, a little devil suddenly teleported in front of him with a sword, and slashed at him with the sword.

The Ninth Apostle smiled disdainfully.

He knew this brat, who seemed to possess spatial abilities but was actually just a portal that could be cast instantaneously for a very short time.

And most importantly, he was very weak; he didn't even consider the young general's mere 4th-tier strength a threat.

At this moment, He had completely vanished into the subspace, and in the next second He would use His subspace to take away the vast majority of the army. As for the hundreds of millions of insect swarms on the Beast Star, He abandoned them, considering them as a final gift left in that world.

However, the instant the young general's sword was about to touch his body, a knowing smile appeared on the young general's lips.

For no apparent reason, this smile sent chills down the spine of the Ninth Apostle.

The young man vanished in the next instant, and what appeared in the same spot was—Xue Dinglu!

……

Nineteen hours ago, on the command ship at the rear.

“Use the cursed blood to add a drop of Songquan’s blood into your own body,” said the bespectacled female adjutant on the command ship.

"The moment Songquan makes his move, it can use this drop of blood to perfectly switch your positions with him, and everyone will arrange the perfect moment for you to strike."

Xue Dinglu was not one to hesitate. In an instant, the cursed blood covered the young general's blood and hid it in the center of his palm.

The 19-hour-long battle of attrition, constantly draining the Ninth Apostle's spirit and stamina, and Song Quan's final, seemingly desperate attack, were all for this moment.

The Ninth Apostle's pupils contracted. He sensed something was wrong in an instant, even though he was not in the real universe but in his own subspace, and the portal behind him could open in less than a millisecond.

But at this moment, the threat of death seemed to instantly spread throughout his body. This feeling was like a bone-deep infection, and for a moment it felt as if his brain was trembling.

But even that one millisecond was His death.

"You shall die!"

For some reason, a voice seemed to appear in His mind, and a revolving lantern of His entire life seemed to replay before His eyes, transcending race and world, transforming His home planet into a pasture, and thus completing His ascension to godhood.

What we see at this moment is the unsheathed Dimensional Slash!

"Buzz!"

The connection between the entire space and the subspace seemed to have shattered, and the strike that had been building up for 19 hours was unleashed at this moment.

The passage through the consciousness space tore apart the previously stable gap between the real space and the subspace, causing a terrifying spatial turbulence, much like adding water to a boiling oil pan.

The moment he snapped out of his daze, his own subspace descended into chaos. The portal he had just created was twisted and disrupted, and he stared in horror at his own body…

His entire waist was completely severed at the waist!

His lower body was caught in the spatial turbulence and was completely crushed.

His upper body was trying its best to repair itself, but at that moment, all the Tier 5 units of the interstellar column that had been fighting in a gauntlet attack came at him, and he would never have time to repair himself again.

At the same time, Xue's Law was essentially using his own consciousness space to collide with His subspace. The collision between these subspaces would create an even more terrifying spacetime turbulence, and His original ability to drag himself into the subspace was completely sealed!

When He saw the young general teleport back and place his hand on Xue Lude, preparing to take Xue Lude away from this dangerous place, He became completely enraged.

From the moment Xiao Jiang and Xue Lude switched positions until now, less than a second has passed, but in that single second, it seems as if all of his plans and arrangements have been completely crushed. He stares intently at Xue Lude, his pupils blazing with barely contained rage.

"You deserve to die!"

The attack was imbued with the dying blow of this count-level apostle. However, a terrifying colossus behind Xue Dinglu seemed to tear through space and appeared instantly, its massive fist, carrying destructive power, meeting the apostle's attack head-on.

"God's Fist Crushing Blow!"

"Boom!" The fist of the Destruction Giant God shattered instantly, cracking inch by inch, but the divine fist of destructive power successfully withstood the apostle's counterattack.

That's enough!

The next moment, the young general teleported Xue's Law outside the battlefield.

Only the enraged Destroyer Colossus and the Tier 5 members of the Starfleet who were charging forward remained in place!

……

At that moment, the Ninth Apostle understood.

This plan may not have started this time, but rather it was born when I first appeared on this planet.

They remained unmoved throughout the previous attacks and defenses, the terrifyingly attritionate offensive that lasted 19 hours, and even as the entire Iron Curtain crumbled and nearly 20 billion people were transformed into swarms of insects…

All of this was just to kill himself!

All of this was just for this one moment of action, to completely seal away one's abilities, and thus, kill oneself!

He even sensed a very familiar aura from the “weak” who made the move—the aura of someone from the Mist Council!

But just one second later, the situation completely reversed.

"I'm not reconciled!" He roared, staring intently in the direction Xue Lude had teleported away.

He suddenly understood, finally understanding why Xue Dalu had such a familiar aura.

It was that newcomer whom He had always looked down upon, the one who had recently joined the Mist Council.

"Number Thirteen—Ah Guang!"

He roared out the code name of Xue's Law.

But at this moment, everything has settled, and Xue's Law has finally succeeded in delivering the blow he had been patiently waiting for for 19 hours.

By using the Spatial Slash, the Ninth Apostle, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, was not only weakened but also successfully severed at the waist!

An angry roar and hysterical energy erupted at this moment.

He is still fully capable of fighting. Even if He were cut in half, He would only need a few seconds to recover.

However, the Starfleet will not give him that time.

This very second marks the approach of His death.

"Number Thirteen, I curse you! In the name of the Ninth Apostle, Judgment-Tavi, I curse you! I curse you to die in a more painful and miserable way than I have! I curse you to suffer the most cruel and horrific torture in the entire universe! May you die a horrible death!"

However, His voice was destined not to reach Xue's ears.

Having successfully completed his mission and left the battlefield, Xue Dalu seemed to ignore Him, only able to see His back from afar.

These 19 hours of forbearance and waiting only witnessed the loss of lives by the swarm of insects and humans on a meat grinder-like battlefield, all of which was a torment and torture.

Finally, it transformed into this ultimate strike.

This single strike completely reversed the situation; this single strike utterly severed all of His plans and chances of survival.

But at this moment, Xue Luding stopped looking at the battlefield of the Ninth Apostle. He turned his back and returned to the transport ship, letting the terrifying energy that erupted in the distance behind him and the desperate counterattack of this apostle make it seem as if the entire star ring of the Super Iron Curtain was being annihilated and disintegrated.

But all of this has nothing to do with Schrödinger anymore.

Without looking back, he walked into the transport ship, and finally, under the Ninth Apostle's angry gaze, the transport ship's hatch closed, and he left the battlefield completely.

……

At this moment, everyone on the transport ship breathed a sigh of relief.

The young player even collapsed onto the sofa, as if he were completely exhausted.

Two consecutive long-distance spatial transfers completely drained him.

Even now, his hand holding the water glass was trembling, and water was splashing all over the floor.

But no one blamed him. As he drank water, he asked Xue Dinglu, "Brother, your back view that never turned around just now was really amazing. How come I didn't think of using such a disdainful way to give that bastard a final blow to his spirit!"

Xue Law: “?”

Seeing Xue Dinglu's puzzled expression, Xiao Jiang felt that B Wang's demeanor was simply ingrained in Xue Dinglu's bones. He didn't even realize how cool it was to leave without looking back at the end.