thefictionvixens Chapter 127 In My Name
Chapter 127 In My Name
Twelve energy pillars struck the Holy Lord from different angles, blasting out a ball of light that engulfed all vision.
A suppressed cheer erupted from the bridge.
The sphere of light dissipated.
The Holy Lord remained standing in the same spot.
The dark golden energy shield was indeed shattered, and a charred hole was burned into the left shoulder of the Holy Lord's robe, revealing the intact skin underneath.
The Holy Lord looked down at the hole in his shoulder, as if he found it quite novel.
"Not bad." The Holy Lord's voice echoed across the communication channels of every warship: "You ruined one of my clothes."
Roger's face froze inch by inch.
"Keep firing!" Roger hissed. "Continue the output!"
The Godslayer recharged and unleashed a second beam of light.
This time, the Holy Lord did not stand still and take the beating. He raised the Eternal Spear, and the Black Sun Heart at the tip of the spear emitted a visible ripple of distortion. The beam of light from the God-Slayer was swallowed by this ripple when it was a meter away from the Holy Lord, just like water flowing into a drain.
Then the Holy Lord pointed the tip of his spear at the flagship.
The absorbed energy reflected back from the spear tip, combined with the power of the Eternal Spear itself, and a dark golden beam of light pierced through the bow of the "World-Destroying Hammer".
The god-killer was reduced to dust in the pillar of light.
The bow collapsed completely, and Rogge was thrown out by the shockwave and crashed into the aft wall of the bridge, breaking three of his ribs.
The Holy Lord did not rush to destroy the remaining warships. He had the Spear of Eternity hover beside him, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the eleven warships that were desperately trying to turn around and escape.
"Why are you running?" The Holy Lord's voice was very soft: "The play isn't over yet."
The light of the Mind Stone surged from the Lord's eyes, and an invisible spiritual shockwave spread outwards from the Lord in all directions.
All the crew members on the eleven warships stopped moving at the same time, their eyes became vacant, and their hands fell from the control panel.
Roger was the last to fall. He clung tightly to the edge of the command platform, mumbling incoherent curses, blood gushing from his nose and ears.
Then he fell silent.
The Holy Lord withdrew his power, and the twelve warships drifted in space like empty shells without souls.
"Open the communication channel," the Holy Lord said to the void.
The Kree Empire, the highest palace.
The sphere of light from the Supreme Intelligence throbbed violently, and the Holy Lord's voice resounded directly inside the hall.
"You spent three days making this, and it burned one of my clothes." The Holy Lord's tone was unreadable: "Next time you want to make something, tell me in advance, and I'll give you a more difficult task so you don't waste resources."
Mi Yanwa knelt on the ground, the soul imprint burning her back until it was soaked with sweat.
The Supreme Wisdom remained silent for a long time, and the brightness of the blue orb dropped to its lowest point, plunging the entire hall into near darkness.
"The Godslayer Project... is terminated." The Supreme Intelligence's voice remained unchanged, but the optical cables on the four walls of the hall simultaneously went dark, as if a machine had acknowledged the limits of its computing power at a certain moment.
Miyanwa raised his head and, for the first time, heard weariness in the voice of supreme wisdom.
A machine that never gets tired sounds tired.
The planetary shield above the Kree capital, which had been operating for tens of thousands of years, turned from blue to dark gold in three seconds, and then peeled off like shards of glass.
The shield fragments streaked across the atmosphere, leaving thousands upon thousands of trails of light, illuminating the night sky of Hala as bright as day. The citizens of the capital looked up at the scene, mistaking it for a meteor shower.
They saw the figure behind the shield fragments.
The Holy Lord stood on the edge of the stratosphere of Hala, the Spear of Eternity hanging diagonally behind his back, his hands in the pockets of his robe, looking down at the planet with an extremely ordinary posture.
He wasn't wearing the charred clothes; he had changed into a new one, the same dark gold, with a black stripe around the collar.
Inside the Supreme Hall, the blue sphere of supreme wisdom suddenly shone at its brightest.
"The planetary shield has been breached." The Supreme Intelligence's voice returned to its steady tone: "The invaders have entered the atmosphere. Activate the Hala planet's ground defense system and simultaneously activate all Accuser combat sequences."
Miyanwa was still kneeling on the ground when the burning sensation from the soul imprint on her back suddenly disappeared, replaced by a chill. She knew what this meant: the Holy Lord was very close to her.
"Supreme Intelligence." Miyanwa raised his head: "Ground defense systems are useless against him, accusers are useless against him, and god-killers are useless against him."
"I know," said the Supreme Wisdom.
"and you……"
"Delaying time." A dense stream of data appeared within the Supreme Intelligence's sphere of light: "I'm calculating."
"What's so special about it?"
"An answer that doesn't exist."
On the surface of Hala Star, 420 defensive turrets opened fire simultaneously, their energy beams weaving an impenetrable net of fire around the Holy Lord, dense enough to melt a small asteroid.
The Holy Lord continued to descend at a moderate pace, and the energy beams that struck him did not even cause the hem of his robe to flutter.
Six accuser warships rose from behind the horizon, their massive warhammer-shaped bows aimed at the Holy Lord.
The Accusers are the most elite war machines of the Kree Empire, each with independent judicial authority, capable of executing a destructive judgment on an entire planet.
The Holy Lord stopped and looked up.
"Trial?" He chuckled. "You've got it backwards."
The Mind Stone lit up, and all the Kree soldiers on the six Accuser ships simultaneously lost consciousness. The ships went out of control and crashed to the ground like six stranded whales.
The Holy Lord stretched out a hand, and the six warships hovered before crashing to the ground, suspended twenty meters above the ground. He did not want to cause unnecessary civilian casualties; this was his territory, and there was no need to damage his own property.
The highest hall.
The Supreme Intelligence's computing speed reached an all-time high. The fiber optic cables gleamed brightly on the walls of the hall, all 372 backup processing cores were online, and 40 percent of the entire planet Hala's energy was diverted to this computation.
Calculation objective: A method to defeat the Holy Lord.
Calculation result: No solution.
Let's calculate again.
No solution.
Adjust the parameters, relax the conditions; you don't need to defeat them, just maintain a stalemate.
No solution.
Further relax the restrictions; there's no need for a stalemate. Just make the Holy Lord pay the price.
Calculation time: 0.003 seconds.
Result: No solution.
The Supreme Intelligence fell silent. This super artificial intelligence, which had calculated the entire course of the Kree Empire civilization, encountered for the first time a variable it could not handle.
The temple doors were pushed open, and the Holy Lord walked in with steady steps.
Miyanwa lay on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold earth. The temperature changes transmitted by the soul imprint told her that the Holy Lord had walked past her.
He didn't even glance at her.
The Holy Lord stopped in front of the blue orb of light and looked up at the Supreme Wisdom.
"Finished calculating?" the Holy Lord asked.
The Supreme Intelligence did not answer the question; the data flow inside the sphere slowed down and disappeared one by one.
"What do you want from here?" the Supreme Wisdom asked.
"The entire Kree Empire," the Holy Lord said. "Army, resources, technology, population, everything."
"Under what pretext?"
"In my name."