At the same time, soul-annihilation, not a single one left alive!
Luo Feng’s request was indeed harsh, but it was the first time he had ever asked the four generals for help, and it was merely a simple task. How could the four generals possibly refuse?
“This is easy enough.”
“A piece of cake.”
“Galaxy, just let us know the life signs of these nearly five hundred soldiers, and that’s all.” The four generals didn’t care at all. For the boundless Jin World, five hundred Law Sovereigns were like a drop of water in an endless ocean.
Luo Feng nodded and turned to the golden figure beside him, “Simulate all the Law Sovereign soldiers I’ve identified through my various probes. Then, according to the distribution of the four armies, transmit them separately to each general.”
“Yes, my Lord Galaxy,” the golden figure replied respectfully.
Instantly, within each ‘Military World’ formed by the generals’ military rings, countless soldier figures appeared, each with different auras, all of them Law Sovereigns.
“In total, there are less than five hundred—I have 201 here,” General Xueyong of the Eastern Army chuckled.
“I have far fewer in the Northern Army—only sixty.”
The four generals chatted casually.
According to the positions of the four military camps, it was clear that most factions from the endless sea of universes had landed in the Eastern Army’s territory, so naturally more joined the Eastern Army.
“Altogether 443,” Luo Feng looked at the four generals. “Four Generals, I’ll trouble you to unleash your Small Universes. Once all four of you have locked onto your targets, inform me immediately. I will use the communication token to send word to all four generals simultaneously. Once you receive my signal, you may directly execute soul-annihilation on your targets.”
“Fine,” the four generals nodded. “Can we begin now?”
“Yes, right now.”
Luo Feng nodded.
…
Eastern Army Camp.
General Xueyong, wearing a silver robe, stood high above the entire camp, gazing down at the boundless encampment below, his eyes icy cold.
“Begin!”
At his thought, the distant periphery of the camp formed a faintly translucent membrane—a colossal cosmic membrane stretching beyond sight, enclosing the entire military camp.
The soldiers inside remained oblivious, while only the Void True God commanders sensed something.
“It’s a Small Universe.”
“It’s the General.”
Each Void True God commander of the Eastern Army was puzzled, but they weren’t afraid. An Eternal True God could form a Small Universe with a mere thought, and with it, unleash tremendous combat power. However, merely using the pressure radiated by the universe itself to kill a Void True God was still difficult.
“Remain calm; everything will return to normal shortly,” a cold voice echoed in the minds of every Void True God commander.
“Yes, General,” all the Void True Gods replied respectfully.
Meanwhile, the Law Sovereign soldiers and True God soldiers remained completely unaware.
“The Eastern Army targets have all been located,” General Xueyong directly notified Luo Feng.
…
“Western Army targets have been located.”
“Northern Army targets have been located.”
“Southern Army targets have been located.” Almost simultaneously, the four generals sent their messages.
On a quiet island, the lake surrounding it surged against the shore repeatedly, for this lake was immeasurably larger than any ocean on Earth.
At the center of the island, on the roof of a stone hut.
Luo Feng sat there, beside him a table holding a wine pot, a wine cup, and a communication token. He poured himself a cup of wine and held the cup.
Through the communication token, Luo Feng directly transmitted the message: “Begin!”
“Begin!” “Begin!” “Begin!” “Begin!”
The four messages were simultaneously received by the four generals.
All four generals, already wielding their Small Universes, had no mercy for those Law Sovereign soldiers. Having reached their level, they had long endured countless battles and killings.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
The four generals simultaneously condensed their illusory divine energies, directly descending to attack each soldier. If they had to annihilate hundreds of millions or more simultaneously, even the four generals couldn’t do it instantly. But they each had only to attack a few dozen at most, and at most over two hundred—how effortless was that?
…
Inside the Eastern Army Camp.
“The decree of our Father God is for us to obtain more mechanical-lineage inheritances. Once we acquire them, our Mechanical Race will surely grow even stronger.”
“But first, we must adapt to this place and strive to earn military merit.”
Two Mechanical Race elites exchanged telepathic whispers, eyes filled with anticipation.
Suddenly, their bodies stiffened.
Boom! Boom!
They collapsed simultaneously.
…
In the remote regions of the Primordial Universe, on a dark gray planet.
This was the Mosha Clan’s holy site—’Ancestor Planet’.
“Ancestor.”
“Ancestor.”
“Ancestor.”
A group of Immortal Gods, Realm Lords, and even six Cosmic Sovereigns, totaling less than a hundred, all knelt respectfully, listening to the teachings of their Ancestor.
“You are all the core of our Mosha Clan, the hope for our future. I have found some precious and mysterious inheritances from a distant dangerous place. With these inheritances, our Mosha Clan will surely grow even stronger. I will now pass them on to you,” spoke an elderly figure seated there, his body covered with black wrinkled skin, two sturdy antennae on his forehead. His divine power split into portions, transmitting to the clan’s elite members.
As one of the powerful races of the Primordial Universe, though far behind the top-tier races, the Mosha Clan often transmitted precious inheritances to many elites simultaneously, to prevent the race from declining if some of their top existences perished.
Just as the transmission was underway—
The Mosha Ancestor’s eyes flickered with alarm, then he fell silent, his life force rapidly fading away.
The elite Mosha warriors, who had been immersed in the inheritance, opened their eyes in confusion. But as they sensed the Ancestor’s life force gone, especially noticing the treasures he had bestowed upon them now becoming ownerless.
“Ancestor—” a piercing cry rang out.
The entire Mosha Clan fell into chaos.
With the loss of their Ancestor, their status would greatly diminish, and they would no longer be able to occupy such a vast territory. But their Ancestor was so powerful, even possessing clones. How could he perish so easily?
…
In a remote region of the Primordial Universe.
“You dare defy my orders? Our race has already joined the Allied Camp, while these weak races are nothing, yet they dare defy me? Disciple, you shall go directly, strike with your own hands, and annihilate the Huazhou Clan!” A strange beast with three beautiful heads but a hoarse voice floated in the void, causing endless ripples in the surrounding space.
Nearby, another beast with three beautiful heads knelt in submission.
“Yes, Master—” the kneeling beast suddenly looked up in shock, seeing the great existence floating in the distance, its life force rapidly vanishing, each head drooping, collapsing into the void, floating lifelessly, no longer emitting any aura.
“Master! Master!”
…
Some Cosmic Sovereigns perished silently, others in full view of many. Some lost divine incarnations, others lost their clones.
Among them, some were leaders of their races, others high-ranking elites.
…
In the Jin World.
Luo Feng held his wine cup, took a sip, his gaze distant, watching scene after scene unfold.
It was the sight of alien races screaming, yet being slaughtered en masse…
And scenes of aliens fleeing in migration…
With the fall of each Cosmic Sovereign, especially for races that had only one such existence, the loss of their peak leader meant their fate would become tragically bleak. They could no longer remain in their original territories, lacking the strength to do so. What awaited them was a cruel destiny.
Luo Feng saw other scenes…
In human territories, billions of ordinary lives cried in despair on countless planets, mothers holding their children, only to vanish in an instant—
Countless human planets were conquered, masses fleeing in panic…
“There are too many.”
“This is how races have always been.” Luo Feng murmured, holding his wine cup. “When I was weak, once our humans discovered alien spies, many would self-destruct, destroying entire planets, killing countless of our people.”
“And back then, the four top-tier races, in order to open up extraterrestrial territories for battlefields, directly swept away and destroyed the races living there.”
“War!”
“Survival!”
Luo Feng whispered. For survival, any cruel act could be justified.
In truth, this was already the best possible outcome. If so many Cosmic Sovereigns hadn’t been wiped out all at once, the Allied Camp wouldn’t have fallen into such a weakened state. Especially for each race, upon discovering their leaders had perished, they would naturally flee quickly, thus preserving their race’s strength to the greatest extent.
If they had truly continued fighting against humanity until humans grew even stronger, then at that time, it wouldn’t just be killing a Cosmic Sovereign—it would be outright extermination of entire races.
Of course…
Though this was the best possible outcome, for those races, it was destined to be tragic. They would have to flee, and might even face attacks from other enemies.
…
“Galaxy, all targets are dead.”
“Galaxy, all targets are dead. Some had no souls, but they were still eliminated.”
“Galaxy, not a single one left.”
One after another, the four generals sent their reports. Luo Feng’s entire body trembled slightly. Finally, finally… the long-awaited outcome had arrived. Yet there was no trace of joy on Luo Feng’s face, only a cruel glint in his eyes. He poured another cup of wine, raised the cup, then overturned it, spilling the wine. Watching the spilled wine, Luo Feng murmured softly, “For the sake of our human race, you deserved to die!”
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