Chapter 80: Rule Star God: Void Dragon!

"BOOM—!!!"

The energy reserves of the "Infinite City Energy Hub" depleted rapidly as Meng Yi’s individual magnetic field resonated with the planet’s magnetic field.

A pillar of lightning connecting heaven and earth skewered the megacity, the Hive, like a shish kebab.

As the raging sea of lightning wreaked havoc, Meng Yi pointed his fingers like a sword toward the gaping breaches in the Lower, Middle, and Spire levels.

"Leave the books containing knowledge; as for the rest... leave nothing behind."

"ROAR—!!"

The million-strong army of E+ grade cannon fodder raised their pale, skeletal blades. Wings sprouted from their backs, each one a small superman capable of moving at the speed of sound.

The Moon Apostle, possessing C+ grade combat power, charged at the vanguard, fighting and slaughtering for her Creator.

The "Infinite City Spacetime Fortress" ascended, smashing through the structural breaches in the Hive that had been blasted open by the lightning pillar.

The black-red tide of calamity reappeared, bringing the natural disaster known as "Bai Mo" into the Lower Hive levels just as it had to the Underhive.

Hive architecture became more compact the higher one ascended.

Yet, the population density in the Lower Hive was far greater than in the Underhive.

The one-month rest period provided by the "Evolution Paradise" was not meant for actual rest.

If a player did not wish to consume their homeworld as a nutrient pack, they had to exert far more effort during their dungeon missions.

Those who neither consumed supply packs nor exerted themselves in the dungeons, choosing instead to lie flat and drift along—

Such trash had no right to succeed in the "Evolution Paradise"; death was their inevitable end!

*Tap, tap, tap—*

Meng Yi strolled through the Lower Hive, stained red with blood. This was also the place where he was born.

"Lord Chairman, I have detected a male human individual with a 99.999% genetic similarity to the original sample you preserved..."

Red Queen, who was managing the operation of the cannon fodder factory, encountered a situation she couldn't decide on.

The Moon Apostle was leading the cannon fodder army on the front lines, seizing technological artifacts and books, and the cannon fodder captured from the Lower Hive had produced an anomaly.

"Treat him as you would any other cannon fodder."

Meng Yi’s footsteps paused for a fraction of a second, his cold, icy tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Understood."

After that interruption, Meng Yi lost his interest in strolling.

A "relative" by genetic relation?

A man who ran off after a single night of passion, leaving the woman to sell the newborn him to a breeding facility in the Underhive involved in human experimentation and organ trafficking.

The two of them had happily split the profits...

Every sordid detail was something Meng Yi, born eighteen years ago, had seen clearly, and he remembered it vividly to this day.

Family affection? Absurd! It did not exist.

Meng Yi brushed a speck of dust from his heart, chanting:

"The road is rugged, speak not of hardship,

Press forward with effort, fear not the struggle.

The vicissitudes of time temper the heart,

Ten thousand sufferings forge my will."

Having severed the shackles of blood ties, Meng Yi felt even lighter: "The road is long; I shall walk it alone."

The Lower Hive was teeming with trash, and they had been alerted by the celestial anomalies of the lightning pillar, preparing for battle. Yet, they were all buried in the natural disaster.

The time taken to conquer the Lower Hive was no longer than that taken for the Underhive.

The "Infinite City Cannon Fodder Factory" continued to convert them into computer-virus ghouls, and the army grew larger the more they fought.

One million—two million—three million—five million!

"Is it cleaned out? Continue."

Conquering the Underhive and Lower Hive had taken a day and a night.

The remaining Upper Hive and Spire, combined, would likely take no more than half a day.

Meng Yi raised the "Infinite City Spacetime Fortress," shattering the massive breaches that the Upper Hive had temporarily reinforced.

Five million E+ grade cannon fodder, wings sprouting from their backs, charged into the makeshift army of trash assembled in the Upper Hive.

Cold weapons? Firearms?

They were meaningless. When the gap in life essence was not significant, external objects might compensate.

But when the comprehensive evaluation determined by the "Evolution Paradise" differed by an entire tier, victory was impossible.

Five million E+ grade combatants were enough to make the Hive die in despair!

The Moon Apostle, who was conquering territory, brought good news: "Creator, I have captured three individuals you classified as D-grade psychics; their manifested abilities are all in the biochemical category."

"Oh? Not bad."

"Notify Red Queen to activate the Apostle Sequence Factory and convert them into basic Apostle units."

Meng Yi nodded slightly; three more Apostles were in hand.

Even if they couldn't be as agile as the Moon Apostle, they could serve as C+ grade cannon fodder.

"Understood."

The slaughter continued, and the cannon fodder army swelled, rising from five million to six million.

The Underhive had 1 million people, the Lower Hive 4 million, and the Upper Hive only 1 million; the population of the Spire would likely shrink significantly further.

Meng Yi’s cannon fodder army feared no death.

As long as they weren't reduced to ash, they could be sent back to the "Infinite City Spacetime Fortress" to be recycled.

Simulated computer personalities replaced the original ones, making them even easier to use.

The Upper Hive was cleared, and the black-red tide of calamity and the six-million-strong cannon fodder army surged into the Spire.

The technological artifacts used by the "masters" to maintain their rule were dismantled into parts by the Moon Apostle.

The "masters," who had previously maintained their glamorous lives through exploitation, were now pale with fright, trembling, and weeping; the weaker ones even lost control of their bladders.

"Psychic Lord, please spare me! Spare me! I have money! I have so much money!"

A beautiful woman kneeling by the roadside tried to grab the hem of Meng Yi’s robe.

The purple-black arcs of electricity surrounding Meng Yi instantly severed every molecule of her structure, annihilating her into vapor.

"No means to contact the Imperium of Man? You have been thoroughly abandoned."

There were three D-grade psychics in the Upper Hive, but not a single one in the Spire.

The well-dressed "nobles"—how could they allow psychics to enter the places where they lived?

The Spire’s top-tier elites numbered only twenty thousand, relying on more powerful armed forces to maintain the Hive’s cruel order.

By exploiting the five million people in the Lower and Upper Hives, they lived quite comfortably.

"Let me see your memories..."

"A library storing books? Not bad, not bad."

"Huh? Three Titan-class constructs that are out of energy but not yet scrapped? Excellent!"

"Oral legends... a war led by the Adeptus Mechanicus two hundred years ago... the Imperium of Man abandoning the Ember Star Ring for the second time..."

"Machines, steel, monsters, resurrection...?! Wait!"

Meng Yi almost couldn't keep his composure; the Warhammer cesspool truly didn't lack all sorts of monsters and demons.

Based on the memories of the Spire’s top-tier elites, he slowly pieced together the history of the past.

The Ember Star Ring, located in the frontier territory of the Imperium of Man during its prime.

During the Great Crusade, the XVI Legion, the Luna Wolves (Sons of Horus), conquered the Ember Star Ring and established a massive city on the habitable planet. They did not discover the Necron dynasty buried in the tomb world beneath the surface.

After the Horus Heresy, the Warmaster—the "great filial son"—Horus was busy causing trouble back home and ran off without leaving any contact information for Resource Planet 016-701, Norecia.

The Heresy ended, the Primarchs either went missing or ascended to daemonhood, Malcador the Hero perished, and the False Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, sealing the Warp.

The eleventh millennium after the Horus Heresy.

The Adeptus Mechanicus, reportedly receiving an "oracle from the Omnissiah," led a small contingent of the Astra Militarum to the Ember Star Ring to recover a "great treasure" lost there.

Ten thousand years had passed; how could the Hive elites care about the Imperium of Man?

The Adeptus Mechanicus’s iron fist was fierce, hammering the Hive trash until they couldn't even open their eyes, making it clear who was the real boss.

The Adeptus Mechanicus began digging for the "great treasure," digging holes all over the Hive world.

Until they woke up a Necron dynasty sleeping in a tomb world.

Necron dynasties came in three tiers.

The strongest were the "Crownworlds," where the Phaeron and Overlords issued commands from the center.

Slightly inferior were the "Core Worlds," the foundation of the Necron race, ruled by Lords of royal lineage.

The weakest were the "Border Worlds," located at the edges of the former Necron empire, used as penal colonies for criminals.

These monsters of the Adeptus Mechanicus dug up a "Core World" level Necron dynasty, and the two sides started fighting immediately.

Adeptus Mechanicus: Hand over the shard, or we'll kill you!

Necrons: Mortals? You still dare to worship the C'tan? Die!

This protracted war turned the Hive world into a super cesspool, and the star system where the Hive world was located became the "Ember Star Ring."

The Adeptus Mechanicus and the small Necron dynasty both suffered heavy losses.

The Adeptus Mechanicus tucked their tails and fled, while the Necron dynasty continued to sleep.

What a joke!

What kind of luck did this Hive cesspool have?! They had been dancing on the heads of the Space Skeletons for over ten thousand years without dying?!

The war between the Adeptus Mechanicus + Astra Militarum vs. the Necrons had ended over two hundred years ago.

How did over six million people in the Hive cesspool survive until now? Why didn't those Space Skeletons just clean up the "weeds" at their doorstep?

"The Necrons didn't pack up and leave, and people in the Hive cesspool survived to this day. Could it be..."

"That battle severely damaged the Necrons, and their soul-storage equipment malfunctioned?"

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

No matter how weak the Imperium of Man was now, it had once ruled the galaxy.

The Adeptus Mechanicus had mobilized the full strength of their cult, aided by the Imperium's military, to fight a small Necron dynasty to a draw; this seemed plausible.

"The snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits. A fisherman who is two hundred years late is still a fisherman."

"To be called a 'great treasure' by the Adeptus Mechanicus... to have an oracle descended from the 'Omnissiah'..."

"There is only one conclusion: the shard of the C'tan of the Void Dragon, the embodiment of the rules of material machinery and information, is here."

How strong was the complete Void Dragon?

Second only to the Nightbringer, ranking second among the original C'tan!

Now, the peak Void Dragon had likely fallen to third place.

The only existing complete C'tan, just by the "house" it slept in—the Dyson Sphere—could make a Tyranid Hive Fleet detour.

A shard of the third-ranked C'tan wasn't bad either!

The value of a Void Dragon shard could be equivalent to a shard of the "Aeon of Erudition, Nous."

The bold starve to death, the timid are starved to death.

Meng Yi admitted he was tempted; he couldn't capture Nous in the short term, so using a Void Dragon shard as a stepping stone was excellent.

37 hours ago, Meng Yi used a "Swallow Heaven" strike to pierce the Hive, creating a lightning pillar connecting heaven and earth.

Such a violent celestial anomaly was no less than ringing an "alarm clock" right in the ears of the Necrons.

In the many massive craters outside the Hive world's megacity.

Mechanical spiders with glowing red eyes crawled out of the pits, locking onto the area where Meng Yi was located.

Data streams flashed in the electronic eyes of the mechanical spiders, and observation data from different angles was transmitted to the Necron dynasty sleeping in the underground alien dimension.

[Beep—Beep—Beep—]

[Data aggregation in progress—Aggregation complete!]

[Analysis in progress—Analysis complete!]

[Target: Suspected Alpha-grade (A-grade) psychic lifeform of the Imperium of Man, encountered on 15th July, 19:43:09, 203rd year of the Dynasty—]

[Danger Level: Highly dangerous individual!]

[Beep—Beep—Beep—]

[Central Dynasty population soul awakening in progress—Awakening failed—Program error—]

[Highest level alert activated!]

[War mode initiated!]

[Judgment in progress—Judgment complete!]

[Intelligence judgment result—Extermination plan initiated!]

[Detection in progress—Detection complete!]

[Energy Hub: Void Dragon Shard, operating normally!]

[Mechanical factory integrity: 3.1593%]

[Material warehouse reserves: 2.7182%]

[Legion manufacturing—Initiated!]

[Estimated 24 hours until a mechanical combat legion capable of killing an Alpha-grade (A-grade) psychic lifeform can be produced.]

[Estimated energy remaining: 100%]

[Estimated materials remaining: 0.6425%]

The dead, dim tomb world suddenly lit up, and the long-dormant war machines fired up, quickly birthing mechanical combat units.

The Necron dynasty's intelligent hub did not know that the Void Dragon shard, which they had been draining for tens of millions of years, had begun to make small moves.

The Void Dragon, Mag'ladroth, was the embodiment of the C'tan of material information and mechanical rules, and also the C'tan most capable of making counter-measures against the Necrons who imprisoned him.

It was the Void Dragon who pushed the cause of the war and deliberately created the outcome of mutual destruction.

For many years, he had secretly eroded the Necron dynasty's intelligent hub, preventing it from awakening the data-informed souls of the Necrons.

Inside the massive energy furnace, a shard smaller than a baby's fingernail could provide near-infinite energy.

The "shard ideal" of the C'tan shards was to re-aggregate into one and reproduce the era of the C'tan.

The dark green shard contained a four-dimensional labyrinth.

The dragon-like monster, its majestic god-body pierced by thousands of chains, slowly spread its mechanical wings.

Data blocks and dark green lightning gradually rose, and a spear of solidified information-mechanical rules condensed in his palm.

The power accumulated over tens of millions of years erupted at once, and the chains were gradually broken, giving him more and more room to move.

"Psychic... a creation of the Old Ones?"

"It doesn't matter. I will break free, I will become one again!"

Void Dragon: Hehe~ So happy~ I'm going to break free!

Meng Yi: No, you're not.

Void Dragon: ?

Meng Yi: One VIP for the Infinite City~

Void Dragon: !@#!#&!! You damn Warhammer's number one monster!

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