Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Terminal

If nuclear weapons are instruments of mass destruction, then antimatter weapons are true extinction weapons, capable of easily destroying planets and blowing them into fragments.

The antimatter bullet that Liu Yong mentioned does not have a large yield, yet it was still requested from the Federation Military Department under the name of He the Sixth, because this kind of weapon is already considered a trump card in the Federation’s hands.

War robots flooded into the Otherworld from the Gate of the World, initially only numbering around a hundred, yet just these hundred war robots caused massive destruction within a day.

Ordinary people and even Celestial Race warriors as tall as three or four meters stand no chance against such war robots, facing nothing but death.

Whenever Celestial Race fighters with four arms attempt an assault to clean them out, these robots quickly burrow underground, vanishing without a trace.

In merely half a day, over one hundred thousand people were killed or injured in the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm due to the rampage of these hundred war robots, and this is even with Six Arms powerhouses forcibly carrying out the cleanup.

“The Otherworld’s machines truly surpass our imagination, even if there weren’t those powerful Immortals, our realm probably wouldn’t be able to prevail.”

The Emperor of the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm’s heart filled with such thoughts, inevitably feeling sorrowful, as compared to Earth, their world is indeed too weak.

“Seal the Boundary Gate, do not allow a single blade of grass from the Alien Race to enter!” ordered the Celestial Race Emperor, and four Eight-Armed Kings took turns guarding the realm gate.

The sound of mini-nuclear explosions occasionally rang out, leading to the deaths of Six Arms level individuals, but such occurrences ceased after the Eight-Armed Kings took over the guard.

For the next few days, the hearts of the Celestial Race folks were finally somewhat at ease, no longer hanging in suspense.

This outcome bought them a slight chance to breathe, thanks to the top-tier powerhouses, and the fact that the Immortals from Earth Civilization couldn’t enter.

But this sense of relief vanished in the midst of an overwhelming, earth-shattering boom.

An antimatter bullet exploded before the realm gate, sending a powerful shockwave sweeping across a thousand kilometers, shattering and evaporating all living beings on the surface.

A massive, unimaginable crater appeared in the explosion zone in front of the realm gate, as deep as dozens of kilometers and nearly a hundred kilometers in diameter, a scene of incredible terror.

Dust surged to an unknown distance, tsunamis arose in the sea, and volcanic eruptions occurred one after another.

The Eight-Armed King, shocked before the antimatter bullet explosion, swiftly flew out tens of kilometers, yet failed to escape this area, ultimately perishing.

A powerhouse who just ascended to the Eight Arms level, comparable to the second tier of Earth Immortals, died just like that.

As for the hundreds of thousands of Celestial Race warriors originally guarding the realm gate, including a hundred Four Arms level and ten Six Arms level, all turned to ash.

The three Eight-Armed Kings experienced the sorrow of a hunter lamenting the death of its fellow, even their peer from the same era and level died under the antimatter bullet, so they could expect no exceptions either.

If they hadn’t reacted quickly and fled the core area during the explosion, they likely would have perished as well.

Watching the mechanized tide flood in, one war robot after another surged from the realm gate, the hearts of the three were numb, just watching the scene unfold.

Thousands upon thousands of war robots spell destruction for the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm, undoubtedly, and short of this, the Celestial Race within thousands of kilometers may face extinction.

“My Emperor, we’ve lost.”

Upon hearing this, the Celestial Race Emperor sighed deeply. During the realm war, they planned to fight to the end, ensuring the Alien Race paid an adequate price.

They thought of perishing together, thought of sharing life and death with the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm.

Now, upon reflection, they’re truly going to die. Moreover, a million warriors have perished, while the Alien Race suffered minimal losses.

This crushing defeat left them feeling desolate.

Their warriors, their heroes, died flustered.

“We need to prepare, retract our forces and entangle the Alien Race until the last moment,” said the Celestial Race Emperor.

The three kings understood that the Emperor meant they should prepare an escape route, to leverage the opportunity when the World Origin fights against Earth Origin and boost their fortune, to advance to higher levels.

Once the World Origin can no longer provide enough fortune for their cultivation level growth, they should take some Celestial Race members away from this world to seek a new land of survival.

Although the World Origin hopes they’ll battle for the world after cultivating, having lived so many years, they know how to choose when facing such burial matters.

During the realm war, although they spoke fervently, it ultimately faltered against the blood-like reality.

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“Have you noticed that the pursuing Celestial Race warriors seem to be dwindling? Moreover, some cities’ Four Arms and Six Arms Celestial Race members are being withdrawn to the Imperial City.”

Wang Xuan had a notion flash through his mind, realizing through this information that a major change likely occurred at the realm gate, and the Celestial Race seems ready to abandon the realm war.

As for them, they are no longer heavily monitored.

Long Jiyuan nodded: “Indeed, though we still carry misfortune, the likelihood of encountering Celestial Race warriors is decreasing, sometimes they don’t even want to approach.”

This is good news for them, as in the past few days, they lost another two members, not merely because of bad luck, but due to the ferocity of Six Arms powerhouses.

No matter how many treasures they carry, if they can’t react quickly enough to utilize them, they’re pointless.

Just in these few days, they also began releasing war robots from the Storage Celestial Treasure, and without the strong destructive power of Four Arms and Six Arms powerhouses, these war robots face no enemies and can operate continuously.

The destruction they cause is even stronger than if they were to act themselves, and they never tire, unafraid of encountering danger.

The energy blocks developed by the Mother Star years ago are not only clean but can be used for a long time, with one block being sufficient for a car to run for two years.

“Let’s go; we can head to the other continent.”

Wang Xuan and ninety-four Mountain Gate disciples piloted small aircraft, ascending thousands of meters into the sky, heading westward.

The other continent also inhabits a massive number of the Eight-armed Celestial King Race, but the terrain here is more complex, with abundant forests, and animals thriving strongly.

“How should we arrange the next steps?” Fang Wuji asked. They’ve indeed undertaken many actions in these days, gaining considerable experience, and the deaths of members have made them realize the true cruelty, acting no longer recklessly.

Wang Xuan pondered before speaking: “Our purpose in coming to the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm is to seek fortune, and what can be done to reap more benefits?

Destroy the Otherworld, weaken the Otherworld.

Creating mountain fires and floods can achieve this, but this is just the initial phase. After the Federation invades, developing the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm becomes necessary.

If we incite chaos among the Celestial Race, prompting them to surrender to Earth, it’s a great achievement.”

“Might it be difficult to achieve? The Celestial Race detests us, how could they surrender, they would likely demand our heads,” Liu Weiyang deemed it inappropriate.

But Wang Xuan shook his head: “Human nature is inherently selfish, the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm faces extinction, and they won’t willingly become funeral objects. If there’s a glimmer of survival, they might rush to it.”

This day, the entire Earth God Continent is ablaze, wildfires erupting in one forest after another, burning vigorously, difficult to extinguish.

Countless river dams burst, flooding rampantly. One dormant volcano after another erupts, spewing lava and sending volcanic ash soaring.

Afterwards, a notion swept across the Earth God Continent like a hurricane, known by every Celestial Race member.

“The apocalypse has arrived, the extinction disaster is unstoppable, all beings will die!”

The terrified Celestial Race, instantly fell into turmoil.

Farmers neglected harvest, merchants heavily looted, forced to close, households storing food, causing the economic system to instantaneously collapse.

At this point, numerous opportunists commit crimes, engaging in destruction, robbery, and murder, exacerbating the chaos within the already fearful Earth God Continent.

Wang Xuan and numerous Mountain Gate disciples flew in the sky, observing this scene, greatly admired by Zhang Qingyu and others.

The mere rumors spread, amidst disaster eruptions, coupled with Wang Xuan’s hypnosis abilities, resulted in such tumult.

The chaotic Celestial Race is the scene they desire to see, representing immense destruction, equal or greater than creating mountain fires and floods.

“It’s time for us to make our appearance, as the Celestial Gods descending to the earthly realm, we shall redeem these bewildered Celestial Race members, guiding them to surrender to Earth.

Thus, they can receive protection, securing the opportunity to continue living.”

Wang Xuan packaged himself as a savior, prepared to appear to make millions of Celestial Race members submit to him.

The mere thought of such a feat reveals its grandeur.

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