Chapter 218: Ships Can Also Be Great Luck

"It's a He Xing warship!"

At this very moment, the audience had no time to wonder what Feng Xue had pulled from the shattered statue, for nothing could rival the brilliance of the starship hanging in the sky like a full moon.

The spacecraft descending from satellite orbit showed no pause; its cannons, charged since launch, suddenly unfurled.

A blinding beam of pure white light descended from the heavens, like divine judgment, striking precisely upon the figure gazing upward.

The violent explosion erupted with deafening thunder, and the splattered "mud-field" evaporated into flickering arcs of electricity within the pure energy beam.

Though the ship cannon's power was diminished within the atmosphere, no matter how weakened, it was still a ship cannon!

Yet to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Magu City Blitz, immediately after the main cannon struck, several electromagnetic mass rounds were fired.

Orange-red beams merged into the blazing white, their ear-splitting roar exceeding the monitoring equipment's reception range.

The hissing and crackling of electricity, mixed with distorted buzzing, made the audience's ears ache, yet they merely lowered the volume—no one would turn off their screen at this moment.

The main cannon fired for dozens of seconds, the secondary cannons launched dozens of rounds; groundwater surged to the surface along the coast, cooling the molten earth. Amidst the steam rising from the ash-covered ground, scorched by projectiles and heat, a black figure gradually took shape.

"Unharmed?! How is that possible!"

Amidst the stunned surge of willpower, the churning electric field around Feng Xue trembled—the Yin Thunder evaporated by the main cannon had not vanished, but dispersed into the atmosphere. Now, as cultivation energy surged back into Liu Yunxi's body, the Call Lightning Spell triggered again; the strands of cultivated energy wove into a net, and from above, it resembled a pulsating cocoon.

In his hand, he held the moon-colored treasure pearl extracted from the Jade Rabbit statue, gazing upward at the full moon behind the starship. Liu Yunxi immediately understood, ignoring the polluted willpower around him, and began drawing in lunar radiance without hesitation.

"Deploy combatants immediately!" The commander, haunted by the memories of the Magu City Blitz, ordered the deployment of He Si-to-He Xing soldiers clad in heavy exosuits—but the midnight moonlight had already been gathered by one man.

"Anger, sorrow, and hatred lingering upon this cursed land, by the power of the Core of Regeneration, answer my call!"

Holding the treasure pearl known as the "Core of Regeneration," Feng Xue's voice carried an eerie overtone, as if not transmitted through devices, but rising directly into the minds of every sentient being.

His armor, scorched by intense heat, glowed faintly gold-red; the immense force in his fingertips caused cracks to form on the Core of Regeneration. Jumping currents, as if awakened, drew in the chaotic willpower of Nihong, beginning to coalesce.

On his black armor, layers of scales slowly rose, black mud churning and gilded with blazing gold-red.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Like a heartbeat, yet like a demon breathing.

The massive cocoon woven from Lei Ting suddenly contracted, and the world fell silent. Then, a voice abruptly pierced the pulsing rhythm—

"The king's drumbeat shall now descend. Witness this power that stirs heaven and earth! Descend! Demon of Destruction, Demon of Judgment, Demon of Decree, Endbringer—King Gidora!"

"What? What did he just say? Did I mishear?"

The same question surfaced in the minds and mouths of people across He Zujie, across the world, among all who knew that name—but soon, they no longer needed to question their ears, for the cocoon shattered.

The distinctive head of an Eastern dragon emerged from the Lei Ting cocoon, its spiked tail lashing like a serpent. The shattered remnants of the giant cocoon became a pair of demonic bat wings. A three-headed, twin-tailed demonic dragon, beneath the moon, amid ruins, roared at the starship in the sky.

"Aaaang—"

At first, the central dragon head remained discernible, but as the polluted willpower of Nihong surged back, mingled with the furious roars and bellows, the humanoid form was swallowed by the monstrous body. Feeding on willpower, the demonic dragon's size grew ever greater.

"Boom!"

A massive, bipedal crocodile-like exosuit crashed down upon the seemingly slender neck of the demonic dragon—but this blow clearly inflicted no real damage. Dark-golden lightning erupted from the dragon's mouth, blasting the machine away.

He Xing soldiers, standing over ten meters tall, wore exosuits over twenty meters tall; their technological might, combined with their innate He Xing physiology, unleashed terrifying strength.

But what they now faced was a creature from another dimension.

The highly contaminating polluted willpower ignited—the demonic secret art: Jiang Mo—finally manifested.

The first He Xing soldiers to make contact began to mutate; foreign willpower corroded their innate instincts, forcing them into their fifth transformation.

A head entwined with dragon and serpent scales burst from their bodies—deformed like a monstrous beast, yet bearing faint traces of human features unlike the He Xing.

It was the willpower of humans. It was the repression of humans.

The exosuits that had previously struggled against the demonic dragon suddenly froze. Amidst a twisted metallic screech, creatures combining snake, dragon, human, and reptilian traits erupted from within—like an alien bursting from flesh, like a demon escaping its cage. Fear spread among these warriors, for the first time, even those who had never retreated from battles against gods.

The long, spiky dragon tail coiled around the deformed He Xing monstrosities, and as fear gripped them, the demonic dragon's body swelled ever larger.

One exosuit after another collapsed; new demonic creatures immediately burst forth—but the demonic dragon showed no mercy to these abominations it had birthed. Dark-golden lightning instantly incinerated them all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The starship in the sky relentlessly bombarded the demonic dragon—its head, torso, wings—soon riddled with holes. Yet the next second, beneath the moonlight, new flesh, sinew, and membranes surged and regrew.

Like a mad, deranged demon, like an immortal nightmare, the furious demonic dragon tore apart every enemy. Its torn bat wings regenerated, split open, and lifted into the air.

Lei Ting spread. Murky thunder surged.

Almost everyone's mind began to echo the same voice—

He is the Demon of Destruction, he is the Demon of Judgment, he is the Demon of Decree, he is the Endbringer!

The scales, once solid and gleaming, began to radiate light. The King of Monsters, Gidora, gradually transformed into an energy-like form.

It ascended, ascended, ascended—like a golden bridge connecting to the Moon Palace, yet undeniably hurtling toward the massive starship.

Amidst the enveloping Lei Ting, in a corner unseen by all, Feng Xue had already slung a sack over his shoulder, donned his helmet, prepped his lines, then, riding the tide of polluted willpower, slammed headfirst into the starship!

(End of Chapter)