Chapter 461: Godslayer: Little Golden Ones, Blue Mercenaries, Remake

Sizzle!! Blood spurted.

Crack!! Two slabs of flesh collapsed on the sand.

A moment ago, despite Hera being drenched in blood, horrifically gruesome, she could still stand, still live; the next moment, Hera turned into two lifeless piles of flesh.

Heh. Looking at the bloodied mess before him, Saimal was full of contempt, "We indeed excel at management and administration, but that doesn't mean we only know how to manage and administer; we are more than capable of slaying gods."

As Saimal said, their White Administrators indeed originate from the Extremist Warriors, and the Extremist Warriors lack distinctive traits in combat compared to other legions; nevertheless, they are still Astate.

If Hera hadn't employed an alternative Asgard "spell", this death goddess would have long ago perished under the assault of two squads of White Administrators.

Moreover, the one who slew Hera with a single strike was a battalion commander; after all, regardless of the legion, a battalion commander is a top performer in individual strength, experience, and mental fortitude.

Even though Saimal is far from being as "perverse" as Taibelos, he is still no ordinary Astate.

He fell silent for a moment.

Saimal opened the comms and ordered, "Serena, dispatch a team of technicians to retrieve the anomalous creature's corpse, and edit the individual combat footage of the squad versus the creature, then publish it on the official website and social platforms so that Zero Five compatriots know we've slain another self‑proclaimed death goddess."

"Understood, commander." A cold female voice replied over the channel.

After giving the orders, Saimal led the Terminators to instantly teleport back to the battalion flagship.

The flight formation that initially withdrew from the blast zone also returned here, picking up the red‑capped sergeants and others; meanwhile, the accompanying technicians recovered Hera's corpse, cleaned the site, and ensured no blood or tissue remained.

As for the devastation equivalent to a hundred Hiroshima bombs, Saimal had no intention of having the engineering department tidy or address it.

Because this battalion commander thought that, under the White Administrators' propaganda, they might develop a unique memorial plaza to showcase the battalion's achievements and solidify Zero Five Earth's public sentiment.

Throughout the battle, it seemed only a group of "sharks" were jealous and displeased, mainly because they didn't claim the credit for slaying Hera, which truly annoyed the man‑eating shark and Taibelos.

Fortunately, the two battalions' relations were already familiar, so the turmoil caused by Hera was quickly quelled.

However, when the internet began circulating various debates, analyses, fan‑made videos and images about Astate slaying the death goddess, it stirred a wave among the humans of Zero Five Earth, but that was no longer within the two commanders' considerations.

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…

At least tens of thousands of light‑years away from Zero Five Earth.

Inside a grand hall where the floor tiles, stone pillars, and walls were all gilded, giving the whole a radiant, splendid appearance…

"Your blasphemous, nauseating colors, what right do you have to stand here and speak to me in such worldly, base tones,"

The voice resonated with extreme arrogance, its tone making listeners deeply uncomfortable.

The source was a figure seated on a throne at the far end of the hall: tall, slender, perfectly proportioned, skin a golden hue matching the hall's aesthetic, with golden eyes, clothing, hair—an unmistakably golden "woman".

The "woman" was lavishly dressed, wearing an exquisite crown, like a queen or a high‑ranking priestess.

At the front of the throne stood a row of maidens, and on both sides of the hall, archers wielding some kind of energy weapons, all with golden skin, hair, and eyes, each figure perfectly formed.

In fact, the cluster of "little golden ones" in the hall were one of the many empire‑type civilizations in the Zero Five universe—

the Sovelin race (the little golden ones from *Galaxy Guardians 2*).

Although their name resembles the Velin race of the main universe, they are not noble, elegant "cosmic elves".

Every individual of the Sovelin race is designed according to the clan's role and service; that is, a Sovelin's entire life is predetermined from birth—soldier or general—leaving no room for "chance".

However, by controlling offspring DNA and using reproductive cocoons to expand their population, they claim their minds and bodies are flawless…

Over time, this has made each of them extremely arrogant, looking down on everyone.

The "woman" seated on the throne, speaking with a disdainful expression, is Ayesha, the High Priestess of the Sovelin race, the highest authority among them.

Ayesha looked down from her height at the group of interstellar mercenaries standing in the hall's center, their attire, armor, and weapons a chaotic mix, even their races varied, revealing her unabashed contempt.

After all, to the order‑obsessed Sovelin, mercenaries in mismatched garb are the same as kitchen waste—filthy.

The mercenary captain, a hulking human‑looking man who had witnessed countless grand scenes and figures, ignored Ayesha's overt sarcasm, but his right hand rested on his right thigh's gun holster, ever ready for a potential clash.

At the same time, the mercenary captain smiled and replied, "Esteemed High Priestess Ayesha, we are the Blue Mercenary Corps, and I am the corps commander Kent Bruce, honored to receive a personal audience from you."

"We came here, of course not to be scolded by you. Ailin, come, let the High Priestess see if this is what they lost."

He heard this.

A mercenary who also appeared as a human woman, her left arm wrapped in a white Red Cross cuff, named Ailin, nodded lightly, stepped forward, and handed a suitcase she held in her right hand to a Sovelin soldier.

The Sovelin soldier took the suitcase, turned, and approached the throne's front to open it.

Inside the suitcase lay, neatly arranged, cylindrical containers emitting a phosphorescent yellow glow; upon closer inspection, the light emanated from some "liquid" sealed within.

"Oh?"

Ayesha's demeanor shifted upon seeing the liquid‑filled containers; no longer haughty, she waved her left hand with slight delight, signaling the soldier to close the suitcase.

Then Ayesha turned her gaze back to Kent Bruce and said, "These are the steel‑titanium batteries we lost not long ago; I didn't expect your obscure, weak Blue Mercenary Corps to…"

Tsk tsk, that courage alone merits praise.

There are sixty batteries in total; I will thank you at five hundred units per battery. Now, you may leave the hall you have soiled.

!!!

Seeing Ayesha still wearing a disdainful look, the mercenaries of the Blue Mercenary Corps immediately pulled their triggers, and the medic‑looking Ailin even rolled up her sleeve, aiming to give the High Priestess and all the "little golden ones" present a lesson.

But Kent raised his left hand slightly, signaling his men not to act rashly, and with a faint smile said, "High Priestess, if I recall correctly, a steel‑titanium battery sells for seventy thousand units on the market, yet we offer five hundred as a reward per piece…"

Humm… Kent glanced around; though smiling, he sarcastically remarked:

"I never imagined the vast Sovelin Empire could be so poor; had we known, we would have sold the batteries. That oversight on our part means we must warn our peers not to cooperate with you. Heh, perhaps when you have money, we'll talk again."

"And also…"

Saying that, Kent reached with his right hand, took the pack hanging from his waist, untied it, and tossed it forward.

A blood‑drained, green‑skinned head rolled out of the pack, then "thud… thud…" onto the floor tiles, finally landing at the throne's front.

"Hou…!"

Seeing this bloody sight startled all the "little golden ones"; even Ayesha furrowed her brows, waved her hand, and hurried the nose‑pinching soldier to toss the head out of the hall.

At that moment, Kent continued, "High Priestess Ayesha, we mercenaries completely annihilated the Levi's Pirates, not merely stole the batteries from them; please understand that, and…"

"Ten thousand units per battery! Plus an extra four hundred thousand in compensation; we Sovelin are not a destitute empire!" Ayesha cut off Kent, restraining her anger, and said, "Blue Mercenary Corps, please do not let today's conversation leak to the outside."

"Don't worry." Seeing the goal achieved, Kent still smiled and said, "We value honesty above all."

Conversation ended.

The members of the Blue Mercenary Corps followed a few Sovirin soldiers out of the hall, collected their payment, then piloted a hundred‑meter‑long vessel straight toward outer space, leaving the gravitational sphere of the Sovirin homeworld, and finally vanished completely after a spatial jump.

And at this moment.

Also exiting the hall, A Ye Sha stood on the plaza outside the gigantic "golden oval egg" palace, looking up at the sky with clenched teeth, a stark contrast to the jubilant Blue Mercenary Corps who left with money in hand.

"Degenerate! Inferior beings! Ignorant, reckless trash!"

A Ye Sha's forehead bulged with blue veins, no longer bearing any regal bearing, and they could no longer contain themselves, shouting curses repeatedly; then they turned their head to the side and, in a deep voice, said to a Sovirin in a dark‑blue uniform:

"Commander, I want you to assign the Blue Mercenary Corps the toughest, most demanding bounty mission; if possible, have them die in an accident, understand?!"

"This..." the commander hesitated.

After all, assigning a suicidal mission to mercenaries first requires checking whether they are willing to accept it.

Moreover, the commander, somewhat self‑aware, knows the Sovirin race's reputation is poor; if the scheming involving a mercenary corps were exposed, they would be blacklisted completely.

But what else could it do? So the commander could only nod and say, "I'll handle it; High Priest, rest assured."

"Huh~! Very good."

Having finally vented her anger, A Ye Sha felt instantly much more at ease.

"By the way..." A Ye Sha, as if recalling something, asked with interest, "I heard humans of the Solar System have had a major incident recently?"

"Yes." The commander's expression grew much more solemn, "Human technology seems to have undergone a qualitative leap in a short time; we cannot perform any remote scans or inspections. To investigate thoroughly, we must dispatch a reconnaissance fleet..."

"Hmph, even with such a leap, they're still far below us; no need to worry."

A Ye Sha, too lazy to listen to the commander's rambling, waved a hand to halt him.

"." The commander was at a loss for words.

??

However, just as the commander was about to secretly dispatch a reconnaissance squad, the previously clear, sunny afternoon sky suddenly flashed with blue light, forming a tiny "disk".

Then a "ring"-shaped celestial body detached from the "disk" and appeared in their naked eye view.

Seeing the "ring" as well, A Ye Sha couldn't help but ask, "Commander, is that ours?"

"It's not..." the commander shook his head, equally baffled.

Ri~——!

At that moment, the "ring" suddenly burst forth a blinding "white light".

Boom~——!!!

Afterwards, A Ye Sha, the commander, and all the Sovirins on the planet, in their final moments before death, saw only a single "white light".

Leaving the surface.

They entered the space beyond the atmosphere to observe.

They saw the Sovirin homeworld illuminated in an instant, with no life remaining.

Moreover, the "white light" causing this result continued unabated, violating the rule in the material universe that "nothing can exceed the speed of light," rapidly radiating and "illuminating" the entire territory of the Sovirin Empire.

This all‑devouring "white light" is in fact a cross‑phase pulse wave capable of reshaping a spiral galaxy and even the entire universe.

In fact, the "disk" and "ring" that A Ye Sha and the commander previously saw were the Great Device 007 used for jump travel.

The cross‑phase pulse wave emitted by the Great Device, in theory, can precisely target a single species, even a single "virus" or "bacterium," provided the corresponding genetic, tissue, and biological data are obtained.

However, if precise targeting is not desired, the standard‑mode cross‑phase pulse wave can erase all organic matter within its range.

In contrast, Lai'ang, who signed the extermination order and activated Great Device 007, doesn't care about ecological balance; this OriginalBody merely wants to annihilate all Sovirins, giving the entire Zero Five Universe's sentient life a "weapon showcase".

At this point.

After releasing the cross‑phase pulse wave, Great Device 007 resumed jump travel toward Zero Five Earth for return, leaving the now lifeless Sovirin star system.

To humans in the primary universe, all these operations seemed as simple as completing a "daily task".

But for civilizations in the Zero Five Universe capable of interstellar travel, it was an unimaginable, shocking, terrifying event, and the vast majority of civilizations began seeking countermeasures.

Only a purple‑skinned fellow about 2.7–2.8 meters tall, upon learning this, felt apprehensive yet was more intrigued by the idea of claiming the Great Device—or the ark capable of "instantaneously" creating such a device—for himself.

The mere ability to reshape the entire universe seemed enough for the purple‑skinned fellow to deem it worth a try for the sake of his "dream".

(End of Chapter)