Him and their stars.

Chapter 2176 Jointly Slaying Gods
On the bow of the Silent Ship, a device hidden beneath the curved muzzle of the arc cannon, which at first glance looked like a car headlight, suddenly flashed a bright light.

It was a golden-red spear of light, far more concentrated and intensely fiery than any of the secondary cannon beams, like a divine lance of judgment, precisely piercing through the void and fiercely carving its way into the behemoth's back. It pierced through the armored area, already riddled with holes, which had just been repeatedly ravaged by the secondary cannon fire!
The material structure was forcibly torn apart, just as if a high-temperature flame had ignited dead skin. The thick mechanical armor, as thick as a mountain, deformed and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then melted.

In the blink of an eye, a huge wound with an astonishing diameter appeared before them!
Although this behemoth was covered in futuristic warship armor, once it was torn open, there were no complex or cumbersome mechanical structures or energy pipelines.

Just as everyone guessed, it was a large, writhing, translucent mass that defied common sense, resembling dense fog, murky mucus, or perhaps indescribable, bizarre flesh and blood. In short, the mass did indeed exhibit a morbid and ominous grayish-brown hue, as if its very existence was a pollution and desecration of this vibrant real world.

Occasionally, glimmers of light would flow through the hazy pollution, like twisted veins. A faint purple light pulsed through the gaps in the gray mist, as if breathing on its own, spewing out dense, almost tangible, negative energy from the illusory realm towards the surrounding starry sky.

"Guao!"

They could faintly hear the roar of the giant beast again.

Needless to say, it exploded directly in the spiritual realm of all living beings. However, this time, everyone clearly heard pain and fear in this cry of the soul. Instead of being intimidated, they were all refreshed.

Our attack was effective! We can kill this indescribable demon!
From this moment on, all the Earth soldiers in the fleet will no longer see themselves as timid and cautious survivors, but as upright challengers.

No, it could even be a relationship between hunter and prey.

Perhaps sensing the rebellious and insane thoughts of the Earthlings, the behemoth's bizarre flesh at its wound began to writhe wildly, and a large amount of gray mist gushed out from it, quickly spreading out, presumably in an attempt to envelop and repair the wound.

Deep within that hazy, viscous substance, several twisted and irregular outlines, exuding an aura of extreme malice and blasphemy, faintly coalesced.

"A new psionic reaction has appeared." Lieutenant Hines glanced at the monitor: "It's a Level 3 or higher psychic demon."

Having spent the first twenty-five years of his life almost entirely isolated from the mysticism, he is now adept at identifying the enemy's identity and energy level through dense energy readings.

“Far stronger than those invaders from before,” Captain Nemo said.

Indeed, they were a bunch of demonic entities that seemed to be made entirely of pure negative emotions and illusory energy. They were struggling, breaking free from the shackles of flesh and blood, like a group of demons that had just crawled out of the abyss.

“If they’re coming for us, then…” the captain added.

To ensure firing accuracy, the Silent Ship immediately closed the distance between the two sides. More importantly, according to the previous report, the Sword Saint, Gongsun Qing, had already disembarked on her dragon three minutes ago.

Considering that Colonel Walter's four-man squad had already set sail with the Wayne Fleet for the amphibious landing operation, the only remaining psionicists on the massive Silent Ship were Colonel Ina Shirica and six recruits whose average level was not even 1.5 rings.

If such combat power were to be used by even more powerful Void Realm monsters to board the ship, the consequences would indeed be unimaginable.

Eleanor Bonaparte, however, showed no sign of wavering: "Ignore them. Keep firing!"

This time, the captain did not hesitate and accepted the order.

And at that very moment, just before the ominous gray fog was about to spread, a small, bluish-green flame suddenly ignited quietly in the heart of the churning flesh and blood.

The holy blue flames erupted with the force of a wildfire!

It seemed to be the natural nemesis of this gray mist and negative energy. Wherever the flames passed, the murky gray twisted and melted away like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun. And those newly formed demonic outlines didn't even have time to utter a wail before they vanished into nothingness in the pure blue flames.

The churning gray mist was instantly swept away, revealing the depths of the wound. Within the still struggling, twisted gray shadow, the deep wound was clustered, like an abyss.

As the blazing blue flames dispelled the gloom, the figure walking on the sacred flame was finally clearly captured on the main screen of the Silent Ship's bridge and on the screens of all tactical terminals.

The advanced surveillance equipment on the Enlightened One warship captured the entire scene of the sub-light speed travel with remarkable clarity.

The person stood on a technologically advanced flying machine, as if riding a drone, enveloped in a jade-colored psionic armor that shimmered with starlight. However, even in the starry sky, he wasn't wearing a helmet, deliberately showing his face like a protagonist.

For a psychic of this level, wearing a helmet or not makes no difference.

"The Commander-in-Chief is back!"

"He is light, he is electricity!"

"He's soaring through the air, riding the wind!"

Cheers erupted on the Silent Ship.

"So, this was within your expectations?" Captain Nemo glanced at Eleanor Bonaparte beside him with a mixture of surprise and guilt, his face showing a hint of admiration. He now felt that although he prided himself on loyalty, he had clearly not trusted the Commander-in-Chief enough! This was truly a blatant breach of decorum.

Yu Lian transformed into a shooting star, traveling upstream along the massive spine of the giant beast, along the distorted gray mist and spiritual wave currents, rushing towards the forcibly torn wound!

The blazing blue holy fire was constantly overflowing from the gaps in space and dimensions, boiling and spreading in the gray mist, as if trying to purify the filth from the subspace with its own consciousness.

Behind him, the Star Knights, riding their dragon mounts, had formed an unstoppable torrent, closely following the blue trajectory as they launched a desperate charge.

The roars of dragons and the battle cries of knights intertwined, resonating with the souls of everyone even in the vacuum through the psychic energy.

As a result, the Earth crew members on the Silent Ship were also brought under the influence of the Knights' wide-area incantation, and each of them felt more energetic, spirited, passionate, and resolute.

"I never imagined that we, who were clearly the invaders attacking the Celestial Realm, would now become the beneficiaries of the Star Knights."

"The current commander is like a grand corps commander, so it seems only natural that they would use their power of words to reinforce us."

"Hahaha, in my humble opinion, he's not quite a Grand Commander, but more like an Emperor..."

Before the captain could utter that blasphemous word, his subordinates produced another report: "Captain, friendly aircraft signal at 4 o'clock! Quantity 217."

"Did the Enterprise release all its fighters?"

"Not just fighter jets, but all the torpedo ships."

Against the backdrop of the distant starry sky, dense dots of light began to flicker at an unprecedented frequency. Those were swarms of carrier-based aircraft, fearlessly rushing towards this vast and terrifying battlefield.

"We conducted an assessment before, and the pollution of the virtual realm can have a severe psychological impact on fighter pilots."

"Yes, but that's clearly in the past. We've come this close, and we're still perfectly rational, aren't we?"

"The commander has issued a new attack order! But... he himself is advancing towards this red-marked area." The implication is that there's a possibility of accidentally injuring the commander.

Eleanor Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, but still ordered in a deep voice: "Understood! Execute the order and adjust the artillery coordinates immediately."

At the same moment, similar orders were also transmitted to the Earth fighter formations that had reached the outermost edge of the battlefield.

"Attack all armor wounds with antimatter bombs."

The instructions remained concise and to the extreme, leaving the pilots no time to ask questions. However, along with the instructions, a clear dynamic tactical image was also transmitted to the fighter jet's terminal: the massive body of the illusory beast was marked with red dots, indicating the scattered wounds on the beast's outer armor.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Baolu began to carry out the plan.

"Red Five, listen up! Switch to attack mode and prepare for bombing!"

Li Baolu's voice was clear and calm over the communication channel. He was the first to push the control stick, and his aircraft, like a hunting swift, drew a deadly arc. The bomb bay in the fuselage opened, and a space bubble torpedo, gleaming with a dangerous eerie light, detached from its rack and silently slid along its precisely calculated trajectory toward the huge wound that had been purified and marked by the blue flames.

The Red Ghost fighter's bomb bay is ingeniously designed to carry two space bubble torpedoes with antimatter warheads, or 36 sub-light-speed missiles.

This time, all the fighter jets deployed chose the former option.

Then came the second and the third.

Earth fighters from different directions and at different altitudes, like performing a precise and coordinated surgery, precisely delivered devastating gifts to the various marked wounds on the behemoth's body.

The first bomb silently sank into the churning, translucent, eerie flesh and blood.

The anticipated earth-shattering explosion did not occur. The powerful bomb seemed to have been swallowed up by the subspace of the void realm.

But then, in the next moment, something unexpected happened!

Inside the wound, the writhing, grayish substance seemed to transform into the surface of water after a pebble had been thrown in, suddenly caved inward and then violently expanded! A visible, distorted, transparent ripple suddenly spread out from the point of impact!

That wasn't an explosion, nor was it a flash of fire; it was space itself rippling!

It was as if a pair of divine hands had grasped the curtain of reality, violently shaking the foreign objects scattered on it, thus creating ripples in both the mortal world and the subspace.

Wherever the ripples passed, the behemoth's grotesque flesh disintegrated and vanished instantly, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, not turning into dust, but returning directly to nothingness. Even the surrounding gray mist, not yet purified by the azure flames, was torn apart and dispersed by the tremors of space itself.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third spatial ripples erupted simultaneously on the wounds all over the giant beast's body!

The ripples in these spaces began to collide, entangle, and interfere with each other, causing the colossal beast's massive body to twist and deform in an extremely unnatural way. Its body, composed of machinery and illusory flesh, was shriveling up like compressed clay. It was being squeezed and stretched endlessly.

The roar, which was originally deep, dark, and capable of causing direct damage to the soul, has now turned into intermittent groans, as if it were screaming in agony.

Is it screaming?

This guy is screaming!

The Star Knights atop the dragon's back suddenly had this thought.

"Spatial structure is in chaos! Local gravity is fluctuating violently!" Duke Geraldian exclaimed in disbelief, "An anti-antimatter bomb... can cause this kind of effect?"

"Your Highness, are you asking me?" Giafil asked curiously.

"Nonsense, I studied law in college. You're the one with a proper engineering degree."

"I'm sorry, I can't explain it either." Giafil stared intently at the screen, watching the once invincible illusory beast writhe in agony amidst the ripples in space, like a centipede sprayed with insecticide.

She said in a deep voice, "Perhaps it's not the bomb itself, but the repulsion of antimatter that reacted with the material existence of this monster in a way we can't understand. The special reaction between the antimatter bomb and the space bubble makes space itself repel it."

"..." Duke Gerberian felt that the other party was teasing him.

More importantly, you have a degree in astrophysics, yet you talk more like a charlatan than me, a mere star-gazer.
“This is all a forced explanation from yours truly,” Giafil continued. “In any case, the pollution of the illusory realm has temporarily stopped. And we are now…”

Her gaze shifted from Yu Lian's retreating figure, who was still moving forward, to an energy anomaly that was gathering in the gray mist.

The ripples in space had not yet subsided, and the boundary between reality and illusion became blurred in this violent undulation.

Deep within that churning, bizarre flesh and blood, constantly being erased by nothingness and stubbornly reborn, at the node where the distorted spiritual energy flowed, a light appeared, suddenly shining brightly in the highly concentrated spiritual vision of the dragon knights!

It was a rather eerie point, dazzling yet desolate and dark.

It is more like a singularity of pure energy, a portal to a deeper space, radiating an attraction and repulsion that chills the soul.

Countless gray, translucent, eerie veins converged on it like the tentacles of an indescribable monster, as if drawing power from it.

Strange energy fluctuations flowed out again from the convergence point of that space, forming a viscous gray mist once more, attempting to repair the behemoth's damaged body.

"The way forward!" Gilly brandished her dragon spear.

Such simple instructions are sufficient.

All the Astral Knights charging ahead, along with the dragons beneath them, unleashed their psionic power without reservation at this moment! Dragon spears pointed forward, dragon breath condensed, and destructive power, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, tore apart all the gray mist and twisted flesh that tried to block its way, and blasted towards the swaying core!

A colorful psionic storm instantly engulfed that area of ​​airspace.

Meanwhile, the cyan meteor that Yu Lian had transformed into continued its rapid advance. He had already left this illusory node to his "subordinates."

The aircraft beneath his feet spewed out even more intense streams of light, increasing its speed further, and precisely pierced the wound wrapped in the flesh and blood of the illusory realm.

This is the deep wound torn open by the Silent One's main cannon of the Light Spear!
The noise and dazzling light of the outside world were instantly shut out.

As Yu Lian leaped into the wound, it was as if he had stumbled into an alternate dimension entirely constructed of malice and chaos. The environment surrounding him was certainly not a cold mechanical structure or conventional biological tissue, but rather a churning, viscous, liquid-like gray fog.

(End of this chapter)