Chapter 417: with translation of chapter title

Nanomite.

It is a non-medical, life-extending purpose extermination-type weapon that Wang Zhaofeng and the Mother Nest team subsequently developed based on the administrator's nanotechnology.

A nanomite with a diameter of one nanometer, once activated, will devour everything nearby and undergo exponential self-replication, increasing in number.

Theoretically, releasing a single nanomite onto a planet would, in a short time, produce an endless army of nanomites that leaves nothing untouched.

Trees, soil, metal, and living beings—everything can provide nutrients for the nanomite's self-replication; ultimately, the planetary surface seeded with nanomites contains nothing but nanomites.

Thus, nanomites are generally used by Umbrella's high-ranking officials as one means of issuing extermination orders.

However, nanomites cannot devour high-temperature magma, which also means that while projectile attacks are ineffective against them, they also cannot resist plasma, high-temperature plasma, or high-energy beam attacks.

Of course, Umbrella personnel with sufficient rank and clearance can also shut down nanomites by artificial means.

The first to learn that Wang Zhaofeng and the Mother Nest team had developed the nanomite's OriginalBody were Rog and Magnus, after all, these two Originalbodies were located in the Solar System, enjoying a natural advantage.

But Magnus was occupied with his father, or else analyzing alien space, leaving no time for technological innovation.

Although in his brothers' eyes Rog is a 'construction contractor', a 'foreman', he is very attentive to the novel things developed by the Mother Nest.

Thus Rog shamelessly hoped that Wang Zhaofeng could find time amidst his busy schedule to design a long-range weapon related to nanomites for him.

For this, the old doctor who had watched the ten Originalbodies grow up did not refuse, but gladly accepted, and free of charge crafted for Rog a weapon resembling a triple-sized plasma infantry cannon—a nanomachine pistol of just the right size for him.

The nanomachine pistol can match Rog's armor, becoming his exclusive weapon; as soon as the nanomites are fired, they begin devouring and self-replicating upon contact with the target.

Because the nanomachine pistol is matched and linked to Rog's armor, the nanomites can stop devouring and self-replicating according to Rog's subjective will; if he wishes, he alone can issue an extermination order against an entire planet.

Thus calculated, Rog, who possesses the nanomachine pistol, seems temporarily unrivaled in one-on-one combat.

Now.

After the nanomite cannon unit destroyed Peturabo's left arm, it immediately swept over the nearby Iron Guard.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

In an instant, this force, which is considered extremely powerful in the 03 Universe, but when placed before the main universe—especially before the mechanical sentinels and construction units of Umbrella's Engineering Department—these steel war machines that couldn't even earn a name were devoured by the nanomites before they could fire a single shot.

And the nanomites, acting according to Rog's will, continued to devour the left-arm-deficient Peturabo.

!!

Roar!! Get out! Get lost! All of you, get lost!

Peturabo, having suffered such an attack, could only continuously release strong spiritual energy, trying to impede the nanomites' devouring speed, while also quickly walking toward the power hammer hanging on the opposite wall.

Unfortunately.

Before Peturabo's right hand could grip the power hammer's shaft, its right hand, right arm, even legs, and the full-body super-heavy armor resembling a moving fortress had already been devoured clean by the nanomites...

It turned into the stick figure that the main universe loves to talk about.

Seeing this, Rog then shut down the nanomites, causing them to self-destruct one by one, then returned the nanomachine pistol to its holster at his waist, and led the two first combat squads of the centurions and the Iron Fist Guard, walking slowly toward the writhing Peturabo lying on the ground.

Approaching.

"Dorn! If you've got the guts, let's have a proper sword-versus-hammer duel! You coward! Trash! Weakling!" Peturabo, struggling to turn himself over, shouted insults at Rog, who stood beside him.

"One-on-one?" Hearing the other address him as Dorn, Rog showed disdain, gripping Storm's Fang in his right hand, using the tip of this huge chain‑sword to lift the 'stick figure''s body, helping Peturabo flip over so they could talk face to face, saying:

"Buddy, our universe upholds the principle: if you can gang‑up, you gang‑up; if you can ambush, you ambush. One‑on‑one? What I want is your capture, a victorious ending—I don't have time to waste on this."

Besides, even if we really did a straight‑up one‑on‑one, the result would still be my win; mainly I'm not in the mood to duel you right now—I'm waiting to earn more merit, you're not worthy enough, sorry, hehe.

"Your mouth reeks worse than a Motarian's! You trash! Coward!"

Peturabo was furious but helpless, and since Rog isn't skilled at verbal sparring, he merely kept repeating "trash," "coward," and similar words.

"All right, brother, cut it out." Rog, too lazy to continue, otherwise he'd truly fear Peturabo might anger him to death; he then waved his left hand, signaling the Iron Fist Guard to bind this fallen OriginalBody with solid‑energy beams and suppress its spiritual energy.

After the four guards completed a series of capture procedures, Rog then ordered: "You four, transport this cargo back to the Never‑Fallen and hand it over to the doctor for processing."

"Yes."

Having received the clear signal, the four Iron Fist Guards contacted the completely immobilized Peturabo, who was shouting ever more gleefully, also recovered his power hammer, and in the blink of an eye carried out the transfer, vanishing before Rog and the others.

"Capturing a single fallen OriginalBody is nowhere near enough…" Rog then turned his gaze to the breach in the dark passage through which Peturabo and the Iron Guard had rushed, sighing, "Why not try a shortcut?"

Saying this, Rog stepped up to the breach and entered the dark passage without any fear, hoping to find the Golden Throne and Helusi's location first.

The veteran elite troops and the Iron Fist Guard followed behind, ready to assist their Originalbodies in securing the first merit.

———————

…

At this moment.

Not only Rog, but also John and Angelong joined the race for first merit, almost recklessly and swaggeringly moving through the palace straight to the core.

Even after dealing with the troublesome great demons, Shengjilesi and Kelakesi likewise sent their DivineBodies to the fleet, donned their respective OriginalBody armor, returned to the surface, and led the Shadow and Holy Blood Guard deep into the palace.

Meanwhile, Kelakesi and the Shadow units, skilled in infiltration, guerrilla tactics, and penetration, later surpassed John and Angelong in progress, nearly matching Rog.

Although over 200,000 remaining Steel Warriors deployed inside and outside the palace and on the surface structures lost their OriginalBody's spiritual‑energy response and lacked Peturabo's command, falling into brief disorder, though brief, this proved fatal under the current battle conditions.

The surface expeditionary forces and heroic spirits seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, thereby taking control of the palace's outer perimeter in one fell swoop.

Due to improper defense and the Steel Warriors' lackluster performance, Horus's Straight‑Legion, the Sons of Horus, were forced to commit their main forces early to the battle, attempting to stave off the decline of the New Human Empire.

Fortunately, the demons that had submitted to the myriad gods' power and prestige continued to arrive via portals from the alien space, endlessly reaching Thus line: Shensheng Tala, helping the Sons of Helusi and the Steel Warriors stabilize the situation.

But everyone, gods and demons alike, clearly understands that the palace's downfall is inevitable—only a matter of sooner or later.

And the evil gods still risk losing their subordinate great demons, indirectly or directly assisting Sui Bian in increasing Spiritual Energy, are willing to continue providing aid to Helusi·Lupekarl for many reasons, but the main point is……

The intense emotions erupting from a war of such scale will make all the evil gods feel immensely pleased, and their power will become even stronger than before.

In other words, after a century of fighting, the evil gods have actually developed an alternative mutual-help relationship with Sui Bian.

The more chaotic the real world and the multiverse become, the stronger the evil gods grow; therefore, they have never cared about the safety of their subordinate great demons from beginning to end.

What does it matter if the number of great demons is scarce?

You must know that great demons exist to serve them; they are playthings for their amusement, so if they die, they die—it's utterly not worth regretting or getting angry over. Moreover, other dimensions constantly give birth to endless new demons; if they wish, they can cultivate another thirty-six great demons in a short time.

In contrast, the greatest threat, Sui Bian…

Initially, they indeed sought to continually erode the real world and the multiverse, breaking the boundary between substance and void, throwing everything into chaos.

Now?

Now, if we let them enter the material universe, they won't come, just as Sui Bian would not lightly venture into an alien space.

Material space is Sui Bian's home turf; alien space is the evil gods' domain.

Although A-1999 recently detonated a vaccine bomb, seemingly turning alien space upside down, the actual impact was minor.

However, this has made the evil gods a bit more honest, realizing this is a warning from Sui Bian; if they go too far, the Master of Humanity has the ability and strength to personally invade alien space.

One could say that the demons fighting heroic spirits, the expeditionary forces facing traitors, and all the battles erupting throughout the 03 Universe constitute an unspoken "tacit agreement" between Sui Bian and the evil gods, with both sides as winners and the losers seemingly only the humans of the 03 Universe.

As for the 03 Universe, those wiped out by the New Human Empire, suffering extermination, and the alien forces driven beyond the galaxy, they don't even qualify to participate in the game and are not counted among the losers.

Shensheng Tala and the imperial palace above and below have already become the vortex center of humanity and chaos in the 03 Universe.

While the OriginalBodies vied to be first to earn merit, a group of giants silently penetrated the palace, their search pace no slower than that of Rog and Kelakesi.

The Himalayan mountain range region…

"Roar——!" The spear tore through the air.

"Pshh!!" The spear pierced the defensive stance, running through the body protected by armor.

Inside the mountain range stood a building complex centered on a sacrificial plaza; black‑gold white‑tasseled guards filled the plaza, each becoming a blur as swift in movement and strike, while white‑armored red‑tasseled troops, blessed by the Chaos Gods, the New Empire's Imperial Guard, clashed with them.

All that recent commotion was Constantine himself leading his brothers here, unveiling his helmet and heaving the Cassius spear, easily pinning a helmetless, bald‑headed guardsman.

Having lost his main weapon, he saw four guards wielding thunder halberds filled with crimson high‑energy fields charging at him; Constantine did not panic, calmly dodged the encirclement, then drew from his waist‑hanging scabbard the power long sword that served as his sidearm.

He gripped the sword's hilt with his right hand, charging it to produce a crackling black‑gold Spiritual Energy field that enveloped the blade over two meters long; then Constantine slashed fiercely at the nearest guardsman.

"Zzzzt!!!"

The powerful force ignored the Spiritual Energy barrier and the defense field generated by the white armor, instantly cleaving the guardsman from head to toe in two.

Having effortlessly slain a guardsman superior to a God‑Chosen, Constantine was not satisfied; he immediately followed up with a horizontal sweep, cleaving the waists of two more guards, leaving beside him only a single "poor wretch" who had not yet reacted.

"Bang!!" That last "poor wretch" was kicked apart by Constantine…

It was a literal explosion.

The Spiritual Energy barrier and defense field were useless; the "poor wretch"'s armor, limbs, flesh and blood burst everywhere.

The four guards' deaths took less than a second; to ordinary eyes all that could be seen was a black blur, after which the scattered remains and fragments of the guards on the ground became visible.

Next, Constantine, strolling leisurely, either swung his right‑hand power long sword to slay any guard who dared approach, or extended his left hand to release black‑gold‑glowing Spiritual Energy lightning.

Soon he arrived beside the Cassius spear that was pinned into the bald guardsman's corpse.

He dispelled the lightning field, returned the power long sword to its sheath, and freed his right hand to grip the spear shaft.

"Hiss~"

As he pulled the spear from the ground and the corpse, the tip brought out a lot of filthy blood; he frowned slightly, gave it a firm shake to fling off the stains, then looked around.

At that moment, the only ones standing on the plaza were he and his brother guards; the troops stationed in the plaza and its building complex had been completely wiped out by them.

Having confirmed there was no further threat, Constantine and the guards remained silent and headed toward a temple‑style building on the north side of the plaza, which was also their objective for this mission.

Upon arrival, the instant they stepped into the main hall, a foul stench assailed their nostrils, and at the same time they saw all kinds of…

They were various instruments of torture stained with dried blood.

Seeing these, the guards could not help but privately marvel that, although humanity may have fallen, in creativity and imagination it still far surpasses other species.

They pressed deeper.

After they violently broke through gate after gate, they finally reached a spacious cell below the building where torture, torment, and imprisonment were combined, and at last they found, for his father, another OriginalBody from the 03 Universe who was loyal to the Emperor and would rather die than yield to Chaos—

Chahatai Khan.

However, this OriginalBody's physical and mental condition seemed to have deteriorated to the extreme.

(End of chapter)