Chapter 246: Memory Transplant, Super Beast Armament

Moon Eclipse City.

Through the players' perspectives in the livestream feed, Ruling Official No. 1 was recording the situation in the Lingxi World in real time.

In their initial contact, the players had already taken twelve small cities in the Lingxi World.

But they had not yet come into contact with the Lingxi World's true war-making forces.

During this period, he had gleaned a great deal of useful intelligence from the livestream feed.

First, every city in the Lingxi World was marshalling for war, clearly harboring designs of invading Earth.

Each city's core forces had been dispatched to the region where the spatial source point lay, and follow-up forces were preparing to move out as well.

For example, the city directly beneath the players' arrival point.

Was in the middle of a war mobilization, preparing to send the city's remaining combat strength to the spatial source point as well — what the Lord of Lingxi City had called the Path of Glory.

This plainly referred to the spatial passage.

The invasion war the players had launched had gone on until now, and not a single war asset like the floating sky-beast had yet appeared — proof enough that the core forces had not yet been activated.

Second, the combat power the Lingxi World had displayed so far was also far inferior to Earth's.

A predatory force capable of building stable spatial transmission passages was clearly displaying combat power that did not match the technology it employed.

Or, put another way, the players' combat power was far stronger than he had imagined.

This too was a cognitive misjudgment born of the gap between worlds.

Monster World's various substances were denser, and powerful forces existed all around the players as well.

There was no way to make the players' terrifying combat power stand out.

The fact was, the players' combat power placed inside a small world was nothing short of an overwhelming crush, and until now they had not met a single opponent capable of putting up a fight.

Thinking it over carefully, this made sense.

Even Tian Huo Fa Wang, who had become a small-world god, was only at a hunting level of 70+.

Yet the players standing at the very top of the player faction already had Painful Painful Minghun levels of 60+, and a select few even possessed the combat power to challenge 70+.

Strength like this, entering a small world, could only be called a dimensional strike.

Perhaps only the Xiu Xian Shi Jie the Ascenders had been raising would have the strength to contend with the players.

But the Cultivation World's growth, thanks to the Ascenders' ceaseless dousing of resources, could no longer be counted as an ordinary small world.

If it really came to a fight, the players were entirely capable, through their trait of reviving to rejoin battle, of crushing any Xian Xiao Shi Jie the Ascenders had raised.

The players performing so powerfully should have been a cause for joy.

Yet Ruling Official No. 1 was secretly troubled.

Although he had not yet obtained the qualification, he was also a member of the player faction, and the angle from which he considered problems was also that of a player.

But the issue was, the players being overly powerful could also harbor hidden dangers.

For example, the spatial passage problem.

The seal system over the Atlantic had been deployed against the Lingxi race.

But if the players discovered it and used the origin point to teleport into the spatial tunnel leading to Earth, this seal might not necessarily be able to hold.

Apart from brute force, the player legion also possessed a divine skill for breaking seals.

The Spirit Pupil Painful Painful Minghun.

This was a relatively niche fourth-generation Painful Painful Minghun within the player faction.

It possessed both passive and active traits.

The passive trait could greatly enhance the player's eyesight, allowing them to see things at a great distance.

Once actively triggered, the trait could grant the player a superrational insight, letting them easily see through the essence of things and possess an x-ray-like ability.

For example, when facing a complex formation, the Spirit Pupil trait could instantly analyze out the distribution of nodes on the formation, including the paths of energy flow within it, and find the weak point for breaking the seal.

If the players were truly allowed to enter the spatial tunnel, the risk of the seal being broken would rise dramatically.

Once that time truly came, the truth of Monster World would be exposed.

He did not care whether the players discovered the truth, but he did care whether the higher-dimensional deities would be angered by it.

To resolve this problem, there were three avenues.

The first was to hope the higher-dimensional deities would act on their own, preventing the players from breaking through this layer of seal, or providing an explanation during the analysis.

For example, when the players analyzed and looked at the seal, it would display that this was a dungeon still under development and not yet open.

Or some other explanation — as long as the analysis contained an explanation, the players would harbor no suspicion whatsoever.

A casual intervention by the higher-dimensional deities could resolve the latent problem.

The second method was to release destructive weapons at the planetary level to crush the spatial passage, but this could only defend for a time, and during that period it would require the expenditure of an enormous amount of energy.

Once the stored energy was exhausted, the spatial passage would ultimately still extend from the Lingxi World into the real world.

The third plan was to shatter the spatial source point connecting the two worlds, letting the spatial passage dissipate on its own.

Compared with the uncertainties present in the first plan and the second plan.

The third plan, though the process would be arduous — the strongest forces of the Lingxi World would surely be garrisoned near the source point — at least left room for effort.

As he deliberated, Ruling Official No. 1 made his decision.

He would contact No. 16, who was currently in the game, and have him lead the guild members to search for the spatial source connecting the Lingxi World to Earth, and attempt to sabotage it.

……

Lingxi World, Blood Slave Dungeon.

This was an underground space whose floor area was more than ten times that of a football field.

A dark-red mist churned in the damp air, like the moist breath exhaled by some living thing.

The dungeon walls were built of flesh and blood, their surfaces crawling with dark-purple vein-like patterns that pulsed and writhed in slow rhythm.

At the dungeon's central area lay a pool of churning, thick, scarlet liquid, bubbling and gurgling, with the occasional half-dissolved creature's bone drifting up to the surface.

From the edge of the pool extended countless slender iron chains, each one driven into the bodies of the captured beings of various races, pinning them to the pool's edge, unable to break free.

Those imprisoned here were all beings captured during the cross-world wars of the Lingxi race.

Pointed long ears torn by iron hooks, ghastly white fangs wrenched out alive, thick muscular arms reduced to bare bone… the prisoners of every race were a pitiful sight.

All the prisoners had long since been tortured into losing the will to resist, their eyes hollow.

Now, at one corner of the blood pool.

A figure was staring blankly at his own reflection in the blood pool.

In the blood-red water was mirrored a young, pale face, roughly seventeen or eighteen years of age, its contours still carrying an un-faded youthful shyness.

On his Gao Ting nose bridge was a fresh scrape, the corners of his mouth still bore dried bloodstains, disheveled black hair hung over his forehead, the tips still dripping beads of dark red water that struck the pool's surface and stirred faint ripples.

He stared dully at the wavering reflection in the blood water, but his memory was like a ball of paste.

He tried hard to recall his own identity, but no matter what he could not remember it.

He only remembered that when he woke up, he appeared in a large pit, climbed out and sat quietly at the bottom of the pit, then was taken by a group of burly figures to a new place and bound to a stone platform.

There, his entire body restrained, he underwent a series of lengthy examinations.

In the end he was brought here to be imprisoned.

But he still could not figure out who he was, where he was, or why he had lost his memory.

The only thing he remembered was procedural memory — only running, walking, and other basic common-sense of life.

But everything else had been forgotten.

The more he thought, the more lost he felt.

……

Blood Breath City.

Super Beast Legion garrison.

Floating in the sky were countless massive war-beasts, their entire bodies covered in thick black scales, each one five meters in diameter, glinting with a cold sheen in the sunlight.

Near the war-beasts was a group of lithe, swift-winged monsters.

Below, super beasts of every shape were spread across the entire garrison.

At this moment, in the gloomy environment at the very top of Gao Ta, one of the eight kings of the Lingxi race, the "Blood King," lay quietly on a stone couch carved from blood crystal.

The dark-red crystal pulsed, brightening and dimming in time with the Blood King's faint breathing.

The aged king's body was covered only by a single layer of blood-colored gauze as thin as a cicada's wing; the exposed skin showed an unhealthy grayish-white, covered in spiderweb-like cracked black marks.

The blood that once flowed like lava now retained only a faint glimmer at the chest.

His withered fingers unconsciously tapped lightly at the edge of the stone couch, producing hollow "tap-tap" sounds.

Surrounding the stone couch were twelve pillars of flesh and blood serving as lamps; the flickering dark-red flames cast the Blood King's sunken features in an ever more sinister light.

Beneath the stone couch, a small pool of dark-red liquid gathered from four directions, slowly seeping into the Blood King's body, barely keeping the aged, dying king alive.

At this moment, several figures stood in a ring around the blood-crystal stone couch.

They lowered their heads, looking at the Blood King with half-closed eyes and a bewildered expression, their faces unable to hide their worry.

The leading figure, after carefully examining the Blood King's physical condition, said in a low voice:

"The Blood King's time is running short. Our world is currently being ravaged by invaders. The cross-world war is to be set aside for now; we will begin removing the Blood King's memory sac, to prepare for replacing his body."

Having spoken, the leading figure raised his head and looked toward a figure to the front-left:

"Blood Worm, go to the Blood Slave dungeon and pick out the purest body. Only with the Blood King's return can we quickly organize the forces to resist the invaders."

The figure called Blood Worm nodded solemnly, then turned and left.

The gaze followed Blood Worm as he left Gao Ta, and before long he appeared in the Blood Slave dungeon.

He pushed open the door, and a piercing stench of blood rushed at his face.

But Blood Worm was unaffected by it, walking straight toward the blood pool with an expression as usual.

This place was called the Blood Slave Blood Pool.

It was the site where their Blood Pool–Super Beast Legion selected new bodies.

Those who could be imprisoned here were all warriors of foreign races, carefully chosen from the wars of invading other worlds.

They all shared one common trait — their bodies were relatively pure, and could be used as new bodies for the high-ranking members of the race to replace into.

The so-called body replacement was a peak technology of the Lingxi race.

It referred to removing the memory sac from the original body and transplanting it into a new body, completing an alternative body-seizure after memory overwriting.

Before this technology was born, the Lingxi race had also taken many wrong turns.

In the early days, the Lingxi race pursued gene-editing technology.

At that time, the Lingxi race hoped that through gene-editing technology they could eliminate disease and enhance physical fitness, allowing their warriors to possess formidable adaptive combat ability in different environments.

But as this technology developed, it gradually edged toward losing control.

As the technology advanced rapidly, the potential of gene editing far exceeded expectations.

Different laboratories, families, and even individuals of the Lingxi race all began modifying themselves independently.

This led to severe morphological differentiation within the race.

Some clansmen grew gills or wings, some grew tentacles, and some even fused with animal and plant genes.

Behind the vigorous development of gene technology, a latent crisis had already been sown.

The same generation was still fine, but by the next generation, the pronounced morphological differences brought conflicts to the surface.

Moreover, some extremely modified individuals could no longer reproduce with the clansmen, creating reproductive-level isolation, and the gene pool showed a trend toward complete fragmentation.

During this period, multiple subspecies evolved within the Lingxi race, with physiological differences so great they could not coexist.

At the societal level, identity-recognition crises and the threat of war had already emerged.

There also arose an ideological opposition between the Pure Blood faction and the Evolution faction.

Among them, the Pure Blood faction believed that gene-editing technology had already planted the seeds of civil strife within the Lingxi race, and advocated maintaining racial purity.

The Evolution faction, on the other hand, were radical genetic modifiers, believing the old forms should be eliminated and that gene-editing technology was the foundation upon which the Lingxi race would grow powerful, and should not be abandoned.

At the time, the Pure Blood faction still held the mainstream, resorting to legislative restrictions and military suppression, but it ultimately escalated into a genetic war.

This period is also known as the Dark Turbulent Era, during which the Lingxi race teetered on the brink of near-destruction.

After a protracted war, it was ultimately the more powerful Evolution faction that emerged victorious.

But the problem remained.

As genetic modification technology continued to advance, it brought about the Evolution faction once again splitting into multiple sub-species factions.

One can foresee that in the future, similar problems will once again bring about a cataclysmic war.

Thus, scholars of the Evolution faction began to ponder a question: how exactly could they preserve the powerful strength brought by genetic evolution while ensuring the Lingxi race would not march toward destruction because of it?

A similar problem had once been encountered by the Moon Eclipse race.

To solve this problem, the Moon Eclipse race chose to abandon and seal away the technology, continuing to develop with the Star Web as their core.

But the Lingxi race walked out onto an entirely different path.

The Lingxi high command believed that the core of the contradiction lay not in differences in life-form, but in differences in cognition among the next generation.

This was the ultimate question of racial survival.

When the physical forms of the Lingxi race could not be unified, what should be used to determine what counted as a Lingxi?

If appearance, abilities, and even reproductive methods all differed, what then was the basis of group identity?

The answer ultimately turned to ideology: Lingxi scholars believed that only memory and thought were the foundation for the continuation of civilization.

Then, how to make the new generation identify with this shared memory became the next problem.

Following this line of thought, Lingxi scholars arrived at a question that nearly every race would consider.

That was immortality.

If the older generation always remained, then no matter how the new generation's currents of thought changed, they would be guided into unity by the elders.

Through repeated trial and error, the Memory Sac technology was thus born.

The so-called Memory Sac did not merely store memory; it also retained a set of neural docking systems and reproductive functional organs.

This was the sole core that would not be destroyed during the genetic modification process.

With the Memory Sac, the Lingxi race could strip away differences in form, using mass-produced bionic bodies to eliminate genetic divergence.

After this technology debuted, the standard for judging a member of the same race became the Memory Sac.

Everything else was merely a tool to be used, including the body.

This technology also granted the Lingxi race the possibility of near-immortality.

Cellular apoptosis, bodily failure — these were no longer problems; one only needed to swap out a new vessel to continue living.

As this technology developed to the present day, the choice of body was no longer limited to bionic bodies; those alien races possessing pure vessels also became targets for the Lingxi race's body-swapping.

After completing the swap, Lingxi warriors could also master certain abilities of the alien race.

And the arrival of this Blood Worm this time was precisely to select a new body for the Blood King, allowing the Blood King's life to be extended.

When it arrived near the Blood Pool, a warrior on duty immediately rose and rushed over.

After docking its hair-tentacles with the guard, the Blood Worm learned which vessel in the Blood Pool was the finest.

Before long, it arrived before a youth with a dazed expression and came to a halt.

Reaching out to grab the youth's black hair, it lifted him up before it; hair like tentacles stretched out, coiling around various parts of the youth's body.

"What a pure body!"

After only a brief sensing, the Blood Worm's face immediately showed delight.

Although it could not analyze the specific condition of this alien youth's body, the mere purity of his blood surpassed that of any race it knew.

It immediately dragged the youth by the hair and turned back.

Throughout, the youth's expression remained dazed, as if his soul had been lost, showing no reaction at all.

When the Blood Worm returned to Gao Ta, the Memory Sac transplant surgery began.

After handing the youth over to the War Sacrificial Blood Tu, Blood Tu dragged the youth through a dim corridor, finally stopping at a chamber woven of flesh and blood.

The walls here were formed from writhing networks of blood vessels, with pulsing red light flickering on and off in rhythm.

The operating table was not metal, but a living tissue; a pale fleshy platform extended nerve bundles, waiting to connect like tentacles.

A sweet, fishy smell permeated the air, like rotting honey.

Blood Tu placed the youth onto the operating table; the fleshy platform writhed in response, nerve bundles coiling around the youth's limbs and pinning him into a spread-eagle shape.

To the youth's right lay the Blood King, his face aged and withered.

Under Blood Tu's control, three spiral bone drills descended from the ceiling, their tips flickering with high-frequency oscillating blood-light.

The first drill stabbed toward the back of the youth's neck; the skin instantly split open, revealing the white cervical vertebrae.

The second precisely rotated into the third vertebra, cutting open a miniature hatch — this was the area where the Memory Sac was stored.

The third released tentacles, stabbing toward the Blood King, wrapping around the Blood King's Memory Sac like a spider web, gently peeling it away.

The surgical process was extremely complex, lasting five hours.

When the surgery ended, the Blood King's body had already gone limp, his vitality utterly exhausted.

The blood-light on the ceiling faded; Blood Tu looked toward the Blood King and said in a deep voice:

"Wang Zuo, awaken."

At this moment, the Blood King's Memory Sac had already been placed into the open spinal hatch of the youth.

Accompanying Blood Tu's summons, the nerve bundles extending from the surface of the Memory Sac, like hungry roots, instantly spread and took root within the youth's body.

The youth's body convulsed violently, and his eyes snapped open.

His pupils instantly dilated to their limit, and dark-red cracks identical to those of the Blood Worm appeared in his irises.

Beneath the skin, blood vessels bulged—not blue, but gradually taking on the blood-colored patterns of the memory sac's surface.

Suddenly, dozens of umbilical-cord-like tubes extended from beneath the operating table, piercing into the youth's abdomen and beginning to replace bodily fluids in sync.

Dark red old blood was drawn out and replaced with sealed Lingxi blood.

This kind of liquid was like the nutrient fluid used by players.

At this moment, the modified youth looked just like a game pod, or a mecha.

The memory sac was the main body; Lingxi blood was the main body's source of nourishment.

When the last trace of original blood was replaced, the youth's fingers suddenly curled.

He slowly sat up, his neck tilting back at an inhuman angle, emitting a series of cervical vertebrae realignment clicks.

When he opened his eyes, there was no longer any dullness in his pupils; a hint of confusion surfaced on his face.

Countless memory fragments surged in like a tide, and he sank into recollection.

"I am... the Blood King."

As if lost memories had returned, the youth recognized himself.

He was the Blood King, one of the eight kings of the Lingxi race's Super-Beast Corps, a Lingxi Wang Zuo standing at the pinnacle of this world.

"I... have returned."

As his words fell, the war priests standing beside him—Bing Xue Tu and the others—knelt one after another:

"We welcome the Wang Zuo. War is imminent; please lead us to reclaim our homeland."

"War?"

"War has already begun. Powerful evil invaders are ravaging our territory. Several cities have already fallen. Ordinary warriors are simply unable to contend with them; only the power of our Super-Beast Corps can fight them."

"The Super-Beast Corps?"

As he murmured, the Blood King's memory sac automatically activated, and the corresponding memories surged up in his mind.

The Super-Beast Corps was a product from after the end of the Dark Turbulent Era, one of the super-technologies standing shoulder to shoulder with memory sac technology.

After memory sac technology became widespread, the Lingxi race gained near-eternal continuity of consciousness, but their combat ability declined drastically.

Every time a new body was swapped in, the previously enhanced genes and mutated organs would be lost.

The Lingxi race's original improvement in combat power relied on the layered stacking of genetic modification.

The process was like forging a divine sword—every gene edit was a tempering adapted to one's own combat style.

All of this was combat power polished out through real combat time and again, combined with technological upgrades.

The combat body ultimately formed was the result of a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements.

Memory sacs solved a problem of philosophical essence in the cognition of the race, making the race more united.

But they could not solve the problem of "how to improve combat power."

At that time, scholars, based on these problems, proposed a development concept: since the shell could not live forever, then let the combat form exist independently of the flesh.

Building on this concept, Lingxi scientists drew inspiration from the neural docking system of memory sacs and developed Super-Beast armament—that is, the symbiotic armament combat power system.

This was a weapon system conceptually similar to a mecha.

Various types of mecha armament created at the level of mechanical technology could grant warriors powerful strength, speed, and defense, and could also be equipped with various firepower systems.

The Super-Beasts developed by the Lingxi race, however, were biological mechs created through biotechnology.

It existed independently of the memory sac, a special weapon dedicated to serving war.

Super-Beasts usually hibernated in special containers; in wartime, they were controlled through the neural connection of the memory sac.

As long as the Super-Beast did not die, the Lingxi warrior controlling it from within remained safe.

And there were no restrictions whatsoever on modifying the life form of a Super-Beast, nor was there any worry about racial identity issues—every modification aimed at being stronger.

Every top-tier Super-Beast had undergone countless modifications; it was a super weapon shaped by absorbing war experience.

It truly achieved the concept proposed by Dao Le Zao Qi scholars: letting combat exist independently of the flesh.

From the near-destruction of civilization, to rebirth.

The Lingxi race had finally walked out a growth path that, in their eyes, was nearly perfect.

And predatory war was the source of nourishment for Lingxi civilization.

The Lingxi race were not born predators; looking back through history, one could find that genetic technology originated from medical services.

But the development of genetic technology pushed Lingxi civilization toward cruel predatory war.

Lingxi memory sac technology brought near-immortal lifespans, but it also brought two fatal problems.

First, the population only grew, never decreased. With no natural death, and new generations still being constantly born, the scale of the race expanded exponentially.

In the early days there had also been family planning, attempting to use regulatory means to curb the speed of population growth and prevent the world from heading toward resource depletion.

Yet population growth could not be avoided, unless reproduction was completely abandoned.

This idea was prevalent at the time.

Many Lingxi clansfolk believed that only by solving the population growth problem through surgical means could the speed of resource depletion be curbed.

But this idea was opposed by many Lingxi race scholars.

They believed that the Lingxi race's idea of abandoning reproduction was strangling the future.

Suppose one day, when an invasion war came and the population dropped sharply, lacking reproductive capability would mean warriors died one by one with no replacement, and the continuous replenishment of living forces would be lost.

A fixed population would face an irreversible downward trend in the face of disaster.

As for how exactly to solve this problem, scholars within the race proposed three plans.

The first plan was to retain a portion of the reproductive population.

But this plan simply could not be practically applied at the societal level.

After the plan was proposed, it met with fierce opposition from the public, who considered it a very unfair plan.

Why should others be allowed to reproduce, while they themselves could not.

Differential treatment meant the emergence of social rifts; the dark, turbulent era of those years remained vivid in memory, and ultimately this plan was abandoned.

The second plan was to carry out controllable reproductive surgery.

Seal it away when not needed, and unseal it when needed.

But this plan was still only theoretically feasible; putting it into actual practice faced layer upon layer of difficulty.

The first thing to appear was an underground black market that could help citizens privately unseal their reproductive capabilities. High-pressure control still brought the problem of social upheaval.

At this stage, the demand for resources was still skyrocketing; every Lingxi Zu individual needed resources to feed them.

Thus, the final solution appeared: war of plunder.

War of plunder meant inexhaustible resources and wealth, enough to nurture countless clansmen.

Population growth would continue to transform into combat power, used to plunder even more resources and wealth.

Next, the exponential growth of population could also be consumed through war.

This path was destined to be filled with slaughter and destruction, yet it fundamentally resolved the Lingxi Zu De Kun Jing.

To rationalize war, the upper echelons of the Lingxi Zu constructed a dark philosophy.

The strong devouring the weak is the most fundamental law of survival.

We are the plunderers; the plundered alien forces are all cattle and sheep awaiting slaughter on the land, the nourishment for our growth.

Only the Lingxi Zu are worthy of eternity; any other outstanding race is merely a temporary vessel.

With this, the Lingxi Zu embarked on a path of sustaining civilization through dependence on war.

This was undoubtedly a development route of drinking poison to quench thirst, a cycle that seemed unable to stop.

The resources brought by plunder stimulated faster population growth, and more population required even vaster resources to feed.

Every victory accelerated the arrival of the next war.

For the future of the Lingxi Zu, they chose to become a cross-world plunder force, setting the flames of war ablaze toward other worlds.

Population growth, technological growth, resource growth… the Lingxi Zu completely broke free from their predicament, stepping onto a path of growth in a positive cycle.

The glorious era of the Lingxi Zu thus descended.

Through wars of plunder, the development of Lingxi civilization surpassed that of all previous ancestors, forging the brilliance of today.

Memories were like silt settled at the bottom of a lake, constantly surging up as thoughts emerged.

The dazed-looking Blood King gradually understood everything.

Coming back to his senses, he looked toward the War Priest standing beside him and nodded in a low voice:

"Gather the Super-Beast Warriors. I shall lead you to slaughter the source of calamity."

……

An hour later, the Blood King stood atop Gao Ta, looking down below.

The crimson compound eyes of a million Super-Beasts lit up in the darkness, like hellish stars.

The Blood King suddenly clenched his fist, and instantly the bio-armor of the million Super-Beasts below deployed simultaneously—bone spurs jutted out, bio-cannons charged.

"This is a humiliation never before seen. Our world has been invaded by an outside force. As members of the Super-Beast Legion, it is time to fulfill your duty and wash away the stain on our honor."

Having spoken, the Blood King's dark-red eyes split open, and bloodlight appeared from within the cracks.

"Use your power to tear apart their defenses."

Instantly, the million Super-Beasts below scraped their sharp claws.

"Use your teeth to gnaw at their flesh and blood."

A dense sound of biting came from below.

"Nail their leader to the bottom of the blood pool, and let him become our nourishment."

The million Super-Beasts roared in unison, their qi and blood thundering, the sound waves shattering the clouds.

"Remember, you are not soldiers, not an army… you are calamities bearing glory, plagues, an unstoppable tide of destruction!"

"You were born to trample alien lives; your footsteps are the direction of the apocalypse's advance."

"Now."

The Blood King spread his arms, and Gao Ta below crumbled apart.

The massive figure coiled within Gao Ta revealed its ferocious form.

It was a humanoid-shaped entity, as massive as a mountain, every inch of skin covered in living bio-armor, with lava-like golden bloodlight flowing through the seams, and yellow-brown bone spurs spread across its body.

It was also the Super-Beast the Blood King piloted: the Apocalypse Beast.

The head of the Apocalypse Beast split open at this moment, revealing countless writhing blood-colored nerve cords, like blooming blood-colored flowers.

The tip of each nerve cord was inlaid with a compound eye, gazing upon the entire world at three hundred sixty degrees without blind spots.

The Blood King's body floated up, his dark-red long robe shattering in the wind.

The beast's split head suddenly thrust forward; the nerve cords, like a starving swarm of snakes, instantly wrapped around the Blood King and dragged him into the head.

The head closed, the memory sac within the Blood King activated in tandem, nerve filaments emerged from his body through his pores and docked with the Apocalypse Beast's nerve cords.

Armed mode completed within seconds.

The Apocalypse Beast, piloted by the Blood King, raised its massive bone blade, pointing it from afar toward the direction where the invading forces ran rampant.

"Follow my footsteps and crush all enemies."

Roar!

Countless roars of Super-Beasts rose from below; the Super-Beast Legion surged out of the garrison toward the direction the Blood King pointed, sweeping toward where the alien races ran rampant.

Outside the garrison.

Several dozen Lingxi Zu warriors were bound by chains, kneeling on the ground.

The silver-white bio-battle-armor on their bodies had long since shattered; their exposed skin was covered in bloodstains—this was the punishment for those who had abandoned the city.

Before the war began, their fresh blood would also be used to sacrifice to the flag.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

The imprisoned Spirit-Breath Warriors looked up, their expressions turning terrified.

Their pupils reflected a massive shadow that blocked out the sun and covered the sky.

The End Beast descended from the heavens like a falling mountain, its claws tearing through the air, crashing down with a thunderous roar of blood and qi.

"You deserve to die!"

Boom!!!

The shockwave generated when the giant claw struck the ground pulverized rocks within hundreds of meters into dust.

When the End Beast slowly lifted its foot, only a scarlet red remained on the ground.

The Blood King's cold voice spread across the earth through the End Beast's resonance chamber:

"This is the fate of cowards."

Just then, multiple voices sounded in his mind:

【Challenger Alert: Kill Spirit-Breath Warriors, obtain...】

(End of this chapter)