For Duanmu Huai, every jumping torpedo is a journey that exhilarates him.

He can feel the roaring torpedoes breaking through the enemy’s shield, tearing through their armor, penetrating the dense layers of defenses, and ruthlessly charging straight in. With unstoppable momentum, it presses forward. The screeching of twisted steel plates sounds like helpless wailing, but it is meaningless.

This makes Duanmu Huai feel immensely satisfied, as if the jumping torpedo has become part of his body, mercilessly and coldly piercing into the deepest part of the enemy.

Then spray, release.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

As the hatch opened, the turrets on both sides erupted with relentless fury, blasting to pieces all the Spirit race surrounding them. Duanmu Huai leaped out, war hammer in hand. Behind him, Ogis and Lorena followed closely. Ogis raised her right hand, creating invisible blades from puppet threads in her hand, turning into webs to seal the surroundings. Meanwhile, Lorena jumped down from the torpedo, swinging her Holy Canon and knocking away the incoming Spirit race warrior.

"We’ve reached the Spirit Tribe’s Ark."

Mary stepped out of the ark, also remembering to record the scene on her terminal.

"This is completely different from what I imagined; there is sky, land, forest, and even lakes here. It’s like a huge colonial satellite..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

No matter where she goes, Mary never forgets her duties, diligently doing her job as Watson.

As Mary mentioned, the Spirit Tribe’s Ark looks very beautiful, with forests, lakes, and grasslands standing tall. She had seen similar buildings in Komoro. However, the fallen Dark Spirit Clan is more suited to hiding in darkness and blood, whereas the Spirit race seems more peaceful in comparison.

But unfortunately, it means nothing to the Tribunal.

It’s the same for Frieren.

The petite Elf Mage raised her Magic Wand, strolling in the forest. Despite these creatures resembling her form, Frieren showed no mercy, blasting magic beams from her side, scattering them around. Every beam precisely targets the Spirit race hidden in the forest, mercilessly blowing their heads off.

To Frieren, even if they were Demon Clan who look like humans, she would not show mercy, let alone these entirely different races.

Duanmu Huai chose a direction and continued forward. Although it was his first time here, it didn’t matter. He could feel the source of divine power on the opposite side, much like himself, filled with the scent of blood, violence, anger, and death. That’s the target he needs to find and the enemy he must eliminate.

It’s the same for Morris.

He held his spear tightly, his closed eyes trembling constantly. He can feel the terrifying existence that has entered the ark, raging, brutal, like a violent hurricane or a fire destroying everything. The destruction and fear it brings even causes souls to retreat.

Not only him, but other intruders too, their presence, though not as fierce as this terrifying existence, are like small flames, spreading rampantly within the Spirit Tribe’s Ark.

Sparks ignite.

Morris suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He disregards challenges, disregards fights. Because he is War God Kane. And War God Kane is he. He’s not Kane’s daughter but Kane himself. Kane’s divine power flows in his body, integrating his incarnation with himself.

Once Kane, even faced spiritual clan’s Main God, was unafraid, let alone these alien gods. They will never reach the height of the Spirit race; they won’t understand what they’re about to face! The Spirit race’s anger and hatred will obliterate these inferior intruders, making them regret their choices!

Morris starts ordering the Guard Squad to change direction, trying to block the intruders’ steps, even if only for a few minutes, to slow down their further destruction of the ark!

But unfortunately, Duanmu Huai doesn’t care about these at all.

"Burn this damned place to ash!"

Duanmu Huai threw a Thermite Bomb, watching it explode in the distance, the surging flames and shock waves causing a magnificent spiral High Tower to collapse, the screams and howls from below music to Duanmu Huai’s ears, making him excited.

Every alien’s death represents a better future for humans!

"Shoo shoo shoo———!"

The shining Spirit Light cut through the air like a meteor, rushing towards Duanmu Huai and others. Frieren raised her Magic Wand, and the ground started to shake, a giant stone turning into a humanoid golem blocking in front. Then it got penetrated by a meteor, exploded, and turned to dust.

Immediately after, a giant mechanical humanoid holding a Double-edge sword strode over.

Spirit race’s Mecha.

Duanmu Huai sneered, and the shadow beneath him began to boil like a bubbling spring. Then, thick dark shadow surged out, followed by a rumbling, a splendid chapel rose into the sky, turning into a Metallic Titan wielding a Chainsaw Sword and Sprayer, charging at the enemy in front.

The Spirit race’s Mecha leaped into the air, its massive body performing a graceful and splendid turn, enough to earn full points in a gymnastics competition. Meanwhile, its battle blade slashed down towards the Titan’s head.

However, unfortunately, this is not a gymnastics competition venue, nor are there judges to score it.

Under Duanmu Huai’s control, the Titan extended its left hand, grabbing the battle blade of the Spirit race’s mecha, and forcefully pulled it downwards. Consequently, the once agile and nimble mecha plummeted to the ground like a meteor, then the whirling Chainsaw Sword roared as it sliced open its head and chest, splitting it directly in half.

As the Spirit race mecha was destroyed amidst the roar of the Chainsaw Sword, the War Witches in the distance quickly assembled. The Wizard at the forefront raised the Magic Wand, and the brilliance of witchcraft began to shimmer, attempting to turn into a surging energy to cause some minor obstruction to the terrifying metallic Behemoth.

Next, they saw the Titan raise its head and glance at them.

In just a moment, the Wizards’ spirits collapsed entirely as if struck by an Iron Hammer. They began to scream, wail, and stagger backward. Unmatched fear and Destruction pierced through the Spirit race’s fragile mental defenses, making them feel that every pore of their bodies emitted deafening screams.

Their witchcraft could move mountains, destroy an entire armed Legion. But now, under this indescribable, incomprehensible aura of fear, they turned into vulnerable infants, letting fear and pain flow through every blood vessel in their bodies before dying in endless torment.

Duanmu Huai withdrew his gaze and continued forward, not forgetting to raise the Sprayer to set another fire, turning the lush and verdant forest next to him into a sea of flames. Watching those beautiful towering ancient trees turning into pitch-black charcoal under the engulfing flames, Duanmu Huai nodded in satisfaction, then manipulated the Titan to continue forward.

The thread of destiny had already collapsed.

The elders curled up in the round hall, trembling. The explosions, screams, and roars outside were clearly audible even through the heavy doors.

But the problem did not just come from inside.

The Spirit race’s fleet outside could no longer hold out under the Tribunal’s relentless bombing for long. They were originally designed not to withstand enemy firepower. Speed and agility are the fundamentals of the Spirit Clan Battleships, and once they lose their advantage, their situation will not be better than fragile paper airplanes.

But the Spirit race had no other options.

They couldn’t even open the Net Path; the surrounding space became cold and silent. The Net Path, which once obeyed their commands like an arm, now did not respond to the Spirit race’s calls for the first time. No one in the Spirit race knew what was happening; they could no longer teleport through the Net Path — Of course, this was also Duanmu Huai’s handiwork. After all, Duanmu Huai, who possessed the Netway beacon, far surpassed these charlatans in control over the Net Path.

Unlike the Spirit race "claiming" to be inheritors, Duanmu Huai’s Netway beacon was legitimately a product of the Ancient Saints.

You, a Prince without inheritance rights, still wish to compare your priority with the Crown Prince? Dream on.

"There’s only one way now."

The elders were very clear, if this continued, they would be utterly annihilated. No matter what, they first need to escape here, and for that, an opportunity, a variable is required.

The elders exchanged a glance before making a decision.

This method is very risky, but...... they have no other choice.

When Morris arrived at the battlefield, it was already a complete mess.

The Sprayer in Titan’s hand mercilessly spewed flames, setting everything around ablaze. The beautiful homeland of the Spirit race was now burning in fierce flames, all of this filled Morris’ heart with extreme anger.

Humans!

These dirty, primitive, and barbaric creatures, they only know how to foolishly destroy everything! They simply cannot comprehend the essence of this Universe!

"Wake up!"

At this moment, Morris made a decision. Its body began to glow, then gradually expanded, growing larger. Gradually, a giant figure emerged from within, engulfing Morris. Its palm was as large as an ordinary Spirit race person, its entire body composed of white-hot flames, and the armor it wore emitted a bright red glow because of this. Like a king, the helmet covered the face of the shadow, and a giant spear appeared out of thin air, landing in its hand.

That was the weapon of the wailing doom, War God Kane. It sang a frenzied ballad, igniting the spirits and passions of all Spirit race warriors. They stopped their fleeing footsteps and picked up the discarded weapons from the ground once again. They looked at that towering figure, their eyes filled with fanaticism and excitement.

Duanmu Huai released the Titan Form, falling heavily onto the ground, raising the Thunder Warhammer in his hand once more, staring at the Spirit race War God in front of him.

"In the name of the Tribunal, Heretic!"

Duanmu Huai raised the War Hammer, pointing at Kane. The latter also raised the spear, pointing at Duanmu Huai.

War God and God of Destruction, they appeared here, aspiring for the same things.

Battle, slaughter, destruction, death.

"Go to hell!"

Accompanied by Duanmu Huai’s roar, Kane also let out an angry howl, then, both sides raised their weapons, charging straight at each other.