Chapter 1037

Shameless thing, the name Zhuge Kongming…… you don't feel embarrassed using it?

What, saying young and clueless, when just gaining spiritual awareness, I casually gave myself this name…… hah, can such a thing be casually decided?

Xue Jiu, you're just shameless…… Zhuge Kongming, heh, I'll poke eighteen transparent holes through you!

Lao Tie stood at the bow, looking at the Thunder God Vessel 'Escape Disaster', and shouted loudly: 'Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!'

On the Myriad Spirits Devouring Void Slaying God Vessel, countless Wuguo soldiers sprang into action.

On hundreds of thousands of standard warships, the colossal god warriors formed ranks in square formation; the originally motionless ones simultaneously lifted their heads, and scarlet glimmer lit up their pitch-black eye sockets.

Marshal…… inside are the latest designs for the god warriors and the matching large war equipment.' The god warrior who had just 'swallowed' that crystal block saw the frenetically flashing glimmer in its eyes suddenly solidify, and it solemnly 'gazed toward' Lao Tie.

The latest model of the 'Apocalypse' 137th-generation base god warrior, with material usage changing only by 0.93% and energy consumption increasing by 33.77%, has overall combat capability…… overall combat capability……

This god warrior exhibited extremely distinct emotional changes, even showing a humanized 'astonished' expression on its face.

Lao Tie waved his hand: 'I'm not a god-warrior expert; I don't understand these things. Just tell me straight—what's the base combat power at factory output?'

Base model, factory base combat power is Seventh Heaven of the Divine Realm.

Upgraded model, factory base combat power is Tenth Heaven of the Divine Realm.

Elite model, factory base combat power can reach half-step Venerable level.

Lao Tie stared blankly at this god warrior: 'If I'm not mistaken, we…… no, your base model's maximum factory output power only equals the Embryonic Storage Realm? Only the specially upgraded model, fused with large amounts of rare materials, can reach Divine Realm combat power.'

This god warrior solemnly nodded.

Lao Tie, somewhat vexed, grabbed his own hair and pulled hard: 'Ah, I really want to send you lot back to the furnace…… how much resource has been wasted? But it's fine—recasting, everyone gets a chance.'

Dozens of god warriors beside Lao Tie simultaneously opened their mouths wide, looking ready to pounce and bite him at any moment.

All right, all right, going back to the furnace is also after you 'die in battle', we'll recast the scrap copper and iron you drop. Hmm, this is a good thing; Xue Jiu brought good stuff…… you'd better note: on the battlefield, never let your neural core be taken out.

Waving his hand, Lao Tie solemnly said: 'I'll send people to take you back to find Da Tie, halt production, quickly refurbish the production line according to the data Xue Jiu sent, reset all manufacturing processes…… I'll give him at most half a month; after half a month, I want to see the 'Apocalypse' ……

He took a deep breath, Lao Tie murmured: 'The 137th generation? Back then, I was just an ordinary 'Heavenly Calamity'‑level elite; even research on the 'Catastrophe'‑level was just legend…… 'Apocalypse'‑level? The 137th generation……'

'Back then I suffered battle damage; while I slept, just how many things actually happened?'

'Xue Jiu this guy…… no, these guys, they have zero combat power; how have they survived these years?'

His body slightly trembling, Lao Tie whispered: 'Even Xue Jiu, a combat‑worthless trash, managed to survive—what about the others?'

'They…… are they still alive?'

Under Lao Tie's command, a full hundred Venerable‑strength Wu tribe youths rushed over, escorting the god warrior that had swallowed the crystal block as it swiftly returned to the Wuguo mainland.

Without a doubt, as long as Da Tie digests and absorbs the blueprints sent by Xue Jiu, the base combat power of Wuguo's god warrior legion will undergo a crazy increase. Currently, 99% of Wuguo's god warrior legion have base combat power at the Embryonic Storage Realm, but thanks to the terrifyingly fine coordination of the god warriors, they can slay Divine Realm beings.

Once they all successfully upgrade and replace, the lethality of the god warrior legion will become a 'nightmare'.

'Boom—rumble—rumble!'

A muffled thunderous sound rumbled on, and silvery‑purple clouds wreathed in lightning suddenly flashed into view from the distant horizon.

Tens of thousands of stream‑shaped clouds, varying in length and resembling tadpoles, trailed long tails of light as they swiftly circled and patrolled around those massive clouds; each stream‑shaped cloud had a Thunder God Vessel spewing electric light.

The clouds parted to left and right, revealing a huge cloud platform in the center.

Through dozens of imposing thunderlight archways, one can see a colossal stone divine hall entwined with layers of thunder. Before the hall's gate lies a plaza of condensed thunderlight, where hundreds of sturdy men wielding drumsticks are beating a hundred war drums made of Kui ox hide.

The Kui ox is an ancient thunder god beast; once its hide is made into a war drum and struck, it causes heavenly thunder to erupt in chaos, and the thunderclap shakes myriad billions of li.

Below, the sea surface burst open with wave after wave; countless frenzied thunderbolts slammed the surface, churning the murky waters across tens of thousands of li, as lightning broke the sea and left huge craters on the seabed.

Countless sea beasts and fish, about half of which had absorbed enough stellar essence these past days, gained sentience and were on the verge of becoming sea demons, were shattered by the lightning; their blood blackened the sea surface, and the air filled with a rich burnt smell and bloody stench.

Lao Tie drew a deep breath: 'Who goes there? Dare to trespass Wuguo territory? Scram back, or you'll regret it.'

'Ha, ha, ha!'

Three peals of roguish laughter rang out; Ji Wuliang, clad in imperial regalia, wearing a sword of the Son of Heaven coiled with nine dragons at his waist, and holding a golden jade seal in his right hand, playfully tossed the seal up and down in his palm as he stepped out of the divine hall.

Accompanying Ji Wuliang were his own father Ji Kui, and Ji Kui's hundreds of trusted subordinates.

On several clouds to the left and right, heavily armored soldiers stood in dense ranks.

However, the aura of these heavily armored soldiers was chaotic and uncoordinated; they were not Heavenly Court warriors like Ji Ting, Ji Chan, or Ji Ming, but tribal fighters brought by Ji Kui, fiercely loyal to him.

After all, even if Ji Baijie acted cooperative and gladly handed over heavenly authority to Ji Wuliang, Ji Kui and his son still dared not easily trust Ji Baijie.

Thus, Ji Kui brought nearly all of his trusted clansmen and warriors he could control and trust.

With these confidants at his side, and by circling the Thunder Division leaders like Lei Zhen and Ji Ting around him, cutting off their contact with the Heavenly Court soldiers, Ji Kui's heart was set at ease.

In the Heavenly Court's Thunder Division, from the lowest squad leaders up to company, battalion, regiment commanders, and even the supreme commander, all are Ji Kui's confidants.

As for the original officers and commanders of the Heavenly Court's Thunder Division, they were all left behind in the Heavenly Court headquarters.

Ji Kui believed that this Heavenly Court army was now completely under his grasp; he could proudly watch his beloved son roam supreme, fully display his talents, and establish unparalleled merit!

'Boundless…… today is the day of your rise among humanity; you may have many brothers, but Father is still……' Ji Kui wanted to give Ji Wuliang encouragement.

'No need to say…… I never regarded that bunch of trash as anything.' Ji Wuliang impatiently cut off Ji Kui's words: 'Old fogey, you also quit the nonsense—do you value me most? Trust me most? Like me most? Isn't that just a matter of course?'

Waving his hand, Ji Wuliang coldly said: 'Enough; from today on, my name will shake humanity, and you may retire to enjoy your old age. Henceforth, less of your nagging in my ears—old man…… no, I…… I have grown tired of your nonsense.'

Ji Kui stared in astonishment at Ji Wuliang.

Is this his own son?

Is this the son he has doted on his whole life and schemed for his whole life?

This…… this…… this……

'Send the old clan chief down to rest; uh, don't let him run around looking everywhere—this place is full of my Heavenly Court secrets; leak even a hint, and I'll behead you!'

Ji Wuliang played with the jade seal in his hand and sternly rebuked the inconspicuous Lei Zhen and others in the crowd.

Lei Zhen, Ji Ting, and the others stared blankly, then, with a willingness to comply mixed with schadenfreude, surged from the crowd and in a few moves violently subdued the ashen‑faced Ji Kui.

Dozens of Heavenly Court guards swarmed forward and dragged the stiff‑bodied Ji Kui away.

Ji Wuliang gave a solemn look to the group of Ji clansmen with strange complexions standing beside him, then coldly declared: 'From today on, follow me; I will tell you what to do, and you will do it; I will guarantee your wealth and honor, and guarantee you fine food and spicy drink.'

'If you harbor any different intentions…… heh, how many people are there in this Ji clan branch? Over a hundred million?'

Look, the troops under my command now number in the hundreds of millions; the pure soldiers far outnumber our Ji clan contingent.

If you still want to loyally follow that old fool...

A group of Ji clan members knelt on the floating cloud, bowing deeply to Ji Wuliang.

In short, that's the character of the Ji Kui father and son; the people they trust as confidants—could they possibly be loyal and upright 'talents' or 'outstanding figures'? No, they're just a bunch of bootlickers, two-faced scoundrels with black hearts.

Ji Wuliang looked at the crowd kneeling at his feet—these were the current leaders of his Ji clan branch: elders, priests, sacrificial officers, military commanders, stewards, and the like.

Usually, when they saw Ji Wuliang, their eyes still held a hint of provocation and contempt.

But today, what shone from their eyes was the gentle light of loyalty and obedience, like a well‑trained village dog.

Ji Wuliang greatly enjoyed this obedience.

Ji Wuliang drew the bright, gleaming heavenly emperor's sword at his waist and pointed fiercely at the distant Myriad Spirits Void‑Crushing Slay God Vessel: 'Heavenly Court youths, follow me in the charge… give it your all, annihilate the enemy. Ahead lies the Glazed Buddha Kingdom—rich, prosperous, with endless wealth and countless beauties!'

Charge in, loot, loot, loot—whatever you can seize, I promise will be yours.

Of course, the biggest ship is reserved for me… and you, who dares to use it, huh?

Ji Wuliang laughed 'hehehe', then took the lead and charged out.

The soldiers of the Heavenly Court Thunder Division naturally wouldn't let their newly appointed Great Heavenly Venerable charge ahead alone!

Tens of thousands of Thunder God Vessels surged forward, while battalions of Thunder Division troops roared as they charged out. Hundreds of Ji clan high‑rankers hastily led hundreds of thousands of Ji clan soldiers, tightly surrounding Ji Wuliang.

Inside the Myriad Spirits Void‑Crushing Slay God Vessel, Blood Prison, whose eyes were bright as lightbulbs from drinking, finally received the news of the enemy's attack.

Wahaha, they've finally come!

Throwing back his head in a wild laugh, Blood Prison cried: 'My innate divine power grows stronger with each kill… Hah, heard they have over a hundred million troops? After this slaughter, my cultivation must rise three, five, six levels!'

Several Dao seals, wrapped in towering killing intent and icy murderous aura, shot up from Blood Prison's head. He flung down his wine jug, sat cross‑legged at the formation's core, his body flashing with Blood Light, and pressed his hands hard onto the Amplifying Divine Formation.

The Myriad Spirits Void‑Crushing Slay God Vessel, six thousand four hundred li long, burst forth with towering Blood Light across its entire body.

Magnificent blood‑colored peacock tail feathers rose up; in an instant they expanded to tens of thousands of li in length, their number swelling into the tens of thousands, each feather bearing a glowing blood‑colored eye.

In the next instant, countless threads of Blood Prison's Extinction Divine Light flooded the void, engulfing the entire Heavenly Court army.

The army that Leizhen and others brought from the Demon‑Suppressing Office Headquarters was that elite force which had clashed with Xiahou Wuming a few days prior, numbering just over a hundred million.

But before they could react, torrents of blood‑colored light poured down, accompanied by endless 'pfft' sounds; almost instantly, every Heavenly Court affiliate was pierced through by countless blood‑red beams and exploded into clusters of shimmering light points.

Leizhen and Ji Ting cursed at the same time: 'We didn't plan to really fight this battle… but damn, it's over too fast!'

Below Leizhen, the Heavenly Court Thunder Division vanished in smoke.

Below Ji Wuliang, a batch of Ji clan high‑rankers and hundreds of thousands of loyal Ji clan troops instantly turned to ash.

Only tens of thousands of Thunder God Vessels, bereft of controllers, drifted slowly forward, while hundreds of glittering thunder‑lit floating clouds hovered blankly in the sky.

Nüwa Island, amidst the mountains and forests.

Qingning, dressed in a green robe, carried a small bamboo basket, accompanied by a few maids, smiling as she walked through the pine forest, personally picking fresh pine mushrooms for tonight's soup.

Suddenly, her expression shifted slightly as she murmured, 'Idiot, even if the Heavenly Court Thunder Division isn't at full strength, it still has over a hundred million elites—how could it be wiped out in a single blow?'

'Is the enemy too strong, or are you, Ji Kui and Ji Wuliang, simply incompetent?'

'How am I supposed to explain this to those old ladies? The Heavenly Court they coveted, which they wanted to hold in their hands, is so fragile it shatters at a single strike.'

'Ah, never mind—Ji Kui and his lot are useless, but Yaor is stronger than them by countless billions.'

She pursed her lips and smiled, then Qingning said leisurely, 'No matter what, we must prepare this foundation for Yaor.'

She bent down, precisely plucking a circle of tender mushrooms from the thick pine needles, and Qingning asked, 'How's things over at the Ji Clan Holy Land?'

As Qingning asked that, Ji Bai Jie was smiling broadly, walking down the main street of the Ji Clan Holy Land accompanied by several Ji Clan elders.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through the crowd, a blade swept across, and Ji Bai Jie's head flew high into the air.

Countless Ji clan members roared and cried out in alarm; no one noticed, at the corner of Ji Baijie's mouth, that faint eerie smile.