“Maybe the gods can stop the Great Cataclysm!” Yang Hao, somehow filled with hope, said, “Just like now, the entire universe has been changed by the Imperial fleet. Only the gods can save us. Will they appear??”
Hun Yuanzi was momentarily taken aback. Indeed, he hadn’t considered this angle. However, soon after, he dismissed Yang Hao’s wild speculation: “The number of the Divine Race is so scarce they’re nearly extinct. Scattered throughout the universe, they’re harder to find than a needle in the ocean. What makes you think you’re so lucky to be saved by them? Do you actually believe you were born from the Divine Race?”
Of course, Yang Hao wasn’t born from any divine race; his parents were still living on the Empire’s colony planet. He knew well that these were merely daydreams born out of desperation. Seeing the white light in the sky, he realized that doomsday had truly arrived. Feeling utterly disheartened, Yang Hao could only sigh and say, “Master, it’s rare for me to call you that—even once. I’ll see you in the next life.”
Hongyuanzi’s voice also choked up. After such a long time of companionship, the old and the young had grown even closer amidst their squabbles: “If there’s a next life, I’ll still teach you how to make love potions.”
“I even learned from you how to make love potions!”
“I’ll even teach you…”
Hongyuanshi could no longer continue speaking. Although the glowing orb of the Lieguang weapon still hovered only arrogantly above the satellite’s atmosphere, the wildly surging electron beams posed tremendous harm to a soul-body like Hongyuanshi. He had to struggle to maintain control, lest these electron beams tear him apart completely.
No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain, for even Yang Hao, possessed by Hunyuanzi, was about to perish in this catastrophe. Yang Hao lifted his head high; the electronic wind howled, blowing his hair, yet he stood like a young man facing the wind head-on, showing not the slightest intention of retreating.
The sole disciple of the Dan and Cauldron Cultivation Sect was destined to die standing like this, Yang Hao thought to himself.
Although the sky was bright, Yang Hao’s heart plunged into darkness. He felt sharp, piercing sensations, as if something were about to slice his body apart piece by piece. The cold wind howled, and Yang Hao felt as though everything was about to come to an end.
Just then, when everyone felt trapped and was voicing their final words before death, Maya, who had been silent all along, suddenly shouted, “Look! What is that thing over there!”
This sound seemed to shatter the silence of the night, drawing everyone’s attention upward to the sky as if guided by an unseen force.
Above the sky, indeed, there appeared a breathtaking spectacle. The light-hunting weapon fired by the Titan “Luori” had gathered its maximum power. The dazzling brilliance, like a huge white pot cover, spread over the satellite’s atmosphere, pressing down slowly, bit by bit.
But now, on the edge of this large white lid-like object, a tiny black dot had appeared. This small black spot expanded rapidly in an instant, growing into an irregular dark patch in the time it took to blink a few times. It resembled a solar eclipse, as if some monstrous creature were blocking the light of the hunting beam weapon.
Before Maya could let out another piercing scream, Yang Hao and the others had already noticed that within the dark spot was a bizarre-looking vessel. This ship, clearly not belonging to the imperial fleet, had an irregular shape—somewhat resembling an old-fashioned flying saucer, yet lacking the outdated propulsion system typical of such craft. On the underside of the ship’s hull was a large, clumsily written “W,” which, despite its uneven strokes, carried a certain air of ethereal elegance.
The unexpected spacecraft wasn’t large, roughly the same size as Yang Hao’s battleship. Yet the moment it appeared in sight, it seemed to completely alter the entire situation.
“What is that?” Yang Hao murmured as well, his hands clenched tightly, just like a drowning person grasping the last piece of wood, unwilling to let go at all.
Even Yu Shigu, who was usually so worldly and composed, felt extremely nervous. His entire soul seemed to rise to Yang Hao’s throat: “My goodness, this is really strange.”
It was truly ghostly. As that spacecraft moved step by step, not only Yang Hao and his group but the entire imperial legion felt as if they had encountered a ghost—no, a damned huge ghost!
The situation of the empire’s overwhelming victory was originally impossible to change. The final barrage aimed at Bear Star and the hunting light weapons targeting the small satellite had already been launched. In just a few minutes, these targets would no longer exist in this world.
But when that strange spacecraft appeared, everything turned upside down.
Strangely enough, in the minds of many people, a small warship would never be seen as capable of changing anything, just like how ordinary individuals are thought unable to influence the course of history. In the Imperial Guards, Commander Luo Dongjie held precisely this belief, always thinking that only powerful ships and formidable artillery could secure victory.
But he forgot that sometimes, even the smallest things can change the entire world. Many years ago, when the Imperial Fleet was at the height of its arrogance and invincibility, it was two unnoticed individuals—Herd and Situ Hai—who destroyed the entire Imperial Army.
And now, it seems as if history is repeating itself, but in an even more inconceivable way.
The oddly-shaped spacecraft blocked the path of the hunting light weapon. It was not equipped with a more powerful giant cannon, nor did it have any terrifying firepower.
Protective ability. However, this spaceship emitted a red glow that people had never seen before. It was not as vivid as blood, nor as dazzling as flowers; it was simply the purest shade of red that existed in the universe, not created by humans, but originating from the Creator.
This red light did not seem overly glaring or bright, yet it stood out vividly against the white glow of the light-hunting weapon.
“What does it intend to do?” Yang Hao, though stunned, felt concern for the spaceship. “With just such a weak glow, it dares to challenge that kind of ultimate weapon? If it wants to die, there’s no need to go about it like this.”
Indeed, as Yang Hao feared, the red beam fired from the spaceship, although beautiful, was far too weak compared to the Light-hunting Weapon. When the two were compared, one was like a vast ocean, while the other was merely a grain of sand. It seemed that if the Light-hunting Weapon advanced just a bit further, it would not only consume the red beam, but the spaceship itself would likely be destroyed as well.
Just as Yang Hao was growing anxious, Hun Yuanzi suddenly let out a series of sharp intakes of breath, saying, “That W emblem—it’s the symbol of the Shenzu’s hermitage! Only hermitages bearing this mark are truly theirs.”
“Protoss!!” Yang Hao’s eyes widened as a surge of adrenaline rushed through him. “Could it really be the Protoss coming to our rescue?”
“Hey, you little brat, tell me the truth! Are you actually a bastard child of some godly race?” Hun Yuanzi also found it hard to comprehend, and could only angrily demand answers from Yang Hao.
Yang Hao couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Could it be that he actually had a divine father from the Celestial Race? Yet everyone always said he looked just like his dad. Maybe his seemingly ordinary parents were actually Celestial beings hiding on the colony planet.
Just as Yang Hao was lost in his thoughts, the spaceship bearing the mark of the gods had already begun slowly turning its direction. As the ship swayed, that crimson beam actually pierced through the energy of the Light Hunter weapon and directly illuminated the surface of the Titan warship “Sunset.”
Suddenly, the entire universe seemed to tremble. The red beam did not carry any immense energy, yet this gentle illumination, as light as a breeze, caused an extraordinary spectacle to appear in the sky—one that could never be repeated again. A true and eternal miracle of history.
“Heaven! Heaven!!” Yang Hao stared in disbelief at the scene before him, repeating the word twice, yet still unable to fully express the shock within his heart. “What is it doing? What has happened?”
“Miracle!” Yuanzi replied decisively.
It was truly a miracle. When the crimson light enveloped the Titan “Sunset,” the once proud and invincible super battleship shuddered, and then those five Light-Hunter weapons actually began to slowly adjust their barrels. This was unimaginable. The Light-Hunters, as ultra-destructive weapons, were fully controlled by the central AI. Their firing power and trajectories were calculated with extreme precision by the AI, taking into account even disturbances from cosmic rays and the paths of meteors several light-years away. In other words, once fired, there was absolutely nothing that could cause any deviation.
It was just a single red beam, yet it had already altered the launch trajectory of the Light Hunter weapon. Even more terrifying was that, as the weapon’s barrel shifted, the emitted ball of light moved accordingly. The massive orb that had originally loomed over Yang Hao and his companions now carved out a magnificent trail across the dark expanse of space. It was as if an entire galaxy had been set in motion, an awe-inspiring display of power as the Light Hunter’s energy jet pierced through the cosmos. Along its path, it swept past multiple small moons of the Saint Bear star system. These tiny satellites were nothing more than specks of dust—like droplets falling into flames exceeding thousands of degrees, they vanished into nothingness before even making contact.
It was clear that the Light-Hunting weapon possessed immense power; without the intervention of that strange spacecraft, Yang Hao and his team would have suffered the same tragic fate as those small satellites.
But now, the situation has drastically changed. The one suffering terribly is no longer Yang Hao, but rather the imperial army. After redirecting the Light-Hunting Weapon, the energy it spewed tore across the sky and struck directly into the heart of the imperial fleet, causing an explosion as dramatic as water hitting hot oil. The scale of the fleet dispatched by the Empire this time reached as much as ten percent of all its forces—an impressive sight rarely seen in recent years. Thousands of warships had gathered within a narrow star system just a few light-years across, leaving no room but to pack tightly together, practically forming an unbroken mass with no space to maneuver or evade.
When the white orbs of the Licht weapon swept in like beams of death, how could those warships possibly have time to react? And with so many imperial warships simultaneously launching terminal volleys at Saint Bear Star, their invertor cores had already channeled all their energy into the barrage. At this moment, they didn’t even have enough power left for basic cruising flight, leaving them utterly defenseless and at the enemy’s mercy.
Thus, the magnificent scene of death truly began. Under the unstoppable and peerless barrage of light-hunting weapons, the shields of one imperial warship after another were shattered. Whether they were cruisers, destroyers, or even battleships, none had the slightest chance to resist and were instantly vaporized into gas by the intense heat in the vacuum of space.
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