Chapter 150: War Weapons from Antiquity

Everyone—whether dark elves or surface dwellers, even Li En—underestimated the "Beasts" and the "Princes of Beasts."

They are powerful entities from antiquity, survivors of the "Magic Tide War," survivors of countless racial wars.

"They're just a bunch of cultists from the Beast Cult, descendants of a false god—they don't even look strong."

These newcomers of the new era instinctively judged the strength of the "Beasts" and "Princes of Beasts" by the power of the "Beast Cult."

But in reality, they have nothing to do with each other.

Can blind fans who worship ancient monsters truly be compared to the ancient monsters themselves?

"The descendants of traitors have underestimated us—they truly see us as mindless beasts. That's good. We need time to grow." The Princes of Beasts may lack human hearts, but they possess wisdom and knowledge passed down through countless ages.

The pure white Princes of Beasts, based on the current situation, made the judgment to "deceive the enemy with weakness."

They deliberately concealed their abilities and intelligence, craving more time for development from their opponents.

Yet in truth, they are accustomed to the most brutal battles and have their own ways of combat—how could they entrust their fate to their enemy's complacency?

"Prepare multiple strategies. We'll act in batches."

They were even willing to mingle with the filthy, stinking descendants of traitors (the Beast Cult), pretending to be merely low-intelligence fighting beasts—"fans" who excitedly served the Beasts.

Thus, until these "cannon fodder" were completely consumed, they would not draw too much attention.

But this did not mean they had not prepared to act themselves.

"Prepare 'it.'"

"Do you really mean that? Is it really necessary?" One Prince of Beasts doubted whether it was too extreme, whether it might get out of control and damage the seal of the underground ruins.

"We'll activate it only if necessary. If destroying the entire underground world helps save 'Father,' I think it's worth it."

"Agreed." After this brief discussion received unanimous approval, they moved in batches.

Two went to deceive the Beast Cult, turning them into the Beasts' claws, while secretly seeking suitable "maidens" to gain immediate combat power.

Meanwhile, several others—two of whom had been busy all along—used their authority to quietly prepare something in a certain place. Even if they met misfortune, this intelligence remained undisclosed.

This work thus stalled.

But afterward, the Prince of Beasts who had contracted with the magical girl confirmed the situation and returned to directly continue this work.

Now, perhaps it was time to activate it.

"Is this your preparation?"

Even "White," whose emotions were suppressed, stared for several seconds when she looked up at "it."

"Yes. This is our ancient way of warfare. Sometimes, the simpler, the stronger. After all, gravity is exactly such a thing."

"White" learned of all this at the final moment before battle.

Only then, just before this inevitable life-or-death battle, was she told of this "secret weapon."

"Come, White. We need you to activate it."

To prepare for this fated battle of life and death, the Prince of Beasts, accompanied by its magical girl, specifically activated this long-prepared ultimate weapon.

It was a "great project" they had begun planning the moment they left their seal.

From that moment on, countless "Little Beasts" (beast-human forms) had been laboring nonstop under the Princes' orders.

The Beasts of "Direction" and "Gravity" were extraordinarily powerful at excavation—hard rocks floated upward, and upright beast-human laborers cut through stone like mud.

Even for much of the time, the Princes of Beasts themselves worked hands-on for this "great project."

But now, it was complete.

It, was a mountain.

Or perhaps, it once was a mountain.

The original rock walls had been hollowed out; a "prototype" had emerged.

"White" looked up and saw only an endless artificial wall—just one corner of it.

The ground beneath her feet constantly shed debris; massive chunks of stone could easily crush ordinary humans—perhaps even stone houses would shatter under their impact.

Occasionally, a "Little Beast" fell from above; the absurd height meant those who exhausted their strength died instantly upon impact.

Those who didn't die on the spot were reduced to piles of useless, motionless flesh.

They had simply obeyed their superiors' orders—using all their strength to complete it.

"Can it even move?" White couldn't comprehend.

"It couldn't before. But with you—it can." The Prince of Beasts, satisfied with the progress, recalled ancient knowledge: its race's "ultimate weapon" was nearly complete.

Vast resources and beastly power had been poured into this place, seemingly meaningless, since the Princes' inception.

They had simply kept digging. And digging.

Now, the prototype was formed. Only one more day of refinement was needed to make it operational.

Anyone who witnessed it would doubt their own eyes.

"Foolish descendants of traitors—let your filthy blood witness this ancient warcraft."

Though spoken with pride, in truth, it was merely...

"A huge ball. But can it even roll?" When a sphere grows this large, can such smoothness truly allow motion?

Yes. This "oldest war machine" was nothing more than a ball.

But it was absurdly enormous.

So large that dragons before it were mere ants to be crushed underfoot.

"With you, it can." The Prince of Beasts recalled past memories: magical girls who wielded the authority of gravity were the ultimate power source for this weapon.

As time passed, the final day of refinement was grueling, but under the magical girls' direct operation, it was completed on schedule.

"Clang!" With a sharp crack, the last blocking stone was shattered.

"Boom!" It moved.

The perfectly rounded "entity"—a massive stone being pushed, a "planetary body" seemingly from myth—began its slow rotation.

"Control it." The magical girl landed atop it.

One wasn't enough. Another newly contracted magical girl joined her.

The dual authorities of "Gravity" and "Direction" activated, guiding the pure physical monster toward the direction its creators demanded.

In ancient times, such massive stones destroyed entire cities. Now, it rolled toward a cluster of alien interstellar nests.

—

Wars often begin for only two reasons.

Survival, or expansion.

The latter can be negotiated. The former—on what grounds do you deny another, another race, the right to live?

"It has begun."

The Beasts and the Mind Flayers were destined to have only one survivor. The first to strike were the Beasts, who had no patience to spare.

But contrary to all witnesses' expectations, the first to act was the supposed ultimate weapon—the top-tier combatant.

Cruel wars are often like this: the stronger the trump card, the faster and harsher its strike.

The pure white magical girl slowly rose into the air, bringing her gift.

It was a massive object, slowly rolling toward them.

"Is this thing... a bit too much?"

At that moment, Li En silently thanked his luck for not having gotten too close to the battlefield.

Under every gaze, a colossal "sphere" rolled slowly forward.

Was it planning to crush its enemy with stone? It sounded like an insignificant marble?

But what if that marble had already crushed stone pillars taller than skyscrapers?

What if its mere movement had cracked the earth and caused tremors?

"If this thing were sent to Mordosilka, it could roll like a bowling ball and crush the city walls!"

Perhaps this was its original design goal—to turn cities into ruins.

This simple, brutal boulder was already the maximum volume the underground world could accommodate.

After all, it was a product of processed rock walls, cut and shaped.

"Boom!"

As it rolled, even a kilometer away, Li En felt the earth violently shake—light-bodied members of his team were flung into the air.

It wasn't smooth enough. The Beasts' craftsmanship couldn't achieve such precision. Theoretically, this boulder shouldn't roll at all. But with the authority of gravity, "theory" no longer existed.

It rolled faster and faster; the earth shook harder and harder.

"This is the Beast. This is the magical girl?"

Li En suddenly realized: perhaps Ziqiangwei had been too easygoing, or perhaps the Snake's abilities weren't clearly visible, causing him to instinctively underestimate just how absurd magical girls truly were.

They were powerful beings capable of making even goddesses retreat. This was still an immature magical girl—"White" had become a magical girl for less than two months, yet inheriting her predecessor's power system, she could already destroy cities in a purely physical sense.

Now, under the command of her contracted Beast, the magical girls had directly deployed ancient war techniques.

Against this colossal, pure, overwhelming power, what use were minor supernatural abilities or psychic powers?

"Boom!"

A Mind Flayer tower shattered like a bowling pin struck by a ball—no, from Li En's perspective, it looked more like a massive truck crushing a basketball!

In an instant, Li En felt his opponents' despair.

Against such a force, what use were the Mind Flayers' mighty psychic powers?

"Boom!"

Its speed was slow—clearly, the floating magical girls were barely managing to control it without losing control.

Yet whether beast-slaves or gray dwarf shield guards, all who looked up at the endless stone behemoth were crushed into mere stains of flesh.

The enslaved warriors under mental control could not retreat even in death, yet their deaths at this moment seemed utterly meaningless.

"Boom."

Every trench, every temporary wall, turned instantly into rubble.

One by one, fully loaded military camps became muddy bowls of flesh.

A spiral-shell vessel urgently ascended—it seemed to intend using its tentacles to block the boulder. No, it was fleeing!

"Crack!"

Then, this "space warship" also turned to dust.

Countless fireballs, telekinetic blasts, and psychic powers slammed toward it—but even the highest among them reached no more than one-tenth the height of the boulder; these desperate attempts at resistance were meaningless.

As the Prince of Beasts had said, this absurdly simple combat method, paired with the "Deer's" gravity authority, was utterly insurmountable.

It gradually neared the Hive-Mind's nest, seemingly about to reduce it to rubble.

Even though most of the Hive-Mind's base structures lay underground, the depth of the crater left by the rolling boulder would be enough to turn every living thing beneath into pulp.

The Hive-Mind, perhaps, would soon become Hive-Mind paste.

But was the chance for the Hive-Mind Empire's revival truly at an end?

"Hum!"

Suddenly, from the open ground passage, two enormous antlers extended outward.

A pale black radiance gathered, then slammed forward.

(End of Chapter)