High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

The supply depot was a three-story stone building with walls so thick they could withstand a gale-force wind.

When the three of them pushed open the door, the room was already heated, and a sandalwood incense scent filled the air, instantly washing away their fatigue from the frost and snow.

Xiaoxue had been traveling for days and was so tired that her eyelids were drooping.

She quickly wiped her face and curled up on the innermost part of the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, her breathing became even, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Xueyue Yanju, however, was not sleepy.

He took a worn-out book from his backpack and lay down in front of the bedside table, which was also next to the bed.

After taking off his winter coat, Chen Feng pulled up a hardwood chair and sat down near the radiator.

His brows furrowed slightly as he gradually fell into deep thought.

According to the information Su Beihai gave Chen Feng, the Purple Wing Insect Clan was even more powerful than Chen Feng had anticipated.

The nest of the Purple Lieutenant Zerg is a living territory spanning thousands of miles.

Beneath the thick, dark purple fungal carpet lies a vast underground space that may have been hollowed out, with countless insect tunnels crisscrossing like blood vessels, even threatening the city of the Snowstorm City-State.

In addition, the sheer number of Purple Lieutenant insectoids is terrifying to behold.

According to the Su family's records, the number of Ziwei combat insect swarms has exceeded one million, not counting the worker insects that work day and night, and the insect eggs lurking in the hatching pool.

Once fully mobilized, the Ziwei insect swarm can sweep across the snowfield from the very edge, and the vibrations from their feet are enough to crack any glacier.

What weighed even heavier on Chen Feng's mind was the lineup of the Ziwei royal family.

There are no fewer than thirty Heavenly Rank Zerg powerhouses and seven Desolate Rank Zerg generals. Each of them can increase their combat power by another level when leading their own Zerg swarm in battle.

Standing at the very top of this battle pyramid is the Purple-ranked Insect Queen of the Flood Realm.

She is the core of the entire Zerg hive's will, and the command of millions of Zerg swarms can be made in an instant.

According to the vague records in the Su family's archives, ten years ago, when the Great Xia Martial God Group launched a surprise attack on the main nest, they had a brief confrontation with the Queen. The two well-known Hong-rank experts joined forces and failed to defeat even the then-deserted-rank Ziwei Queen. Instead, they were injured by her mental shock.

When the war mother hive of the Purple Lieutenant Insect Nest descended, it directly led to the complete defeat of the Martial God Corps and the human powerhouses that year.

Not to mention, the Purple Lieutenant Insect Nest, which has been operating here for decades, has a defense system that can be described as an impregnable fortress.

"call……"

Chen Feng let out a long breath of stale air. The warmth of the indoor heating blew on his face, but it couldn't suppress the chill in his heart.

He glanced at the bedside. Xiaoxue was fast asleep, while Xueyue Yanju was also resting with her eyes closed. Clearly, both of them were exhausted and wished they could make one hour feel like two.

......

The sea level at this time.

The salty sea breeze, carrying blood foam, crashed against the black reef. The entire island resembled a giant steel beast lying in the waves, with the fire of coastal defense guns rising and falling, tearing the leaden sky to shreds.

The rebel army led by Hysin is launching a fierce attack on one of the islands occupied by the Augustan gods—the island of Solon.

At the very front of the rebel charge, the demigod Augustus Hessin, clad in divine armor and wielding a sacred spear, hovered at the very forefront of the battle line.

The divine aura of the gods emanated from him like a tidal wave, providing a combat boost to the hundreds of rebels around him.

Every time he thrust his sacred spear, engraved with divine patterns, it seemed to carry the force of tens of tons, sending swathes of regular soldiers flying like paper.

The distorted screams mingled with the sound of waves crashing onto the ground, quickly drowned out by the shouts of the rebels.

The new regime's regular army was well-prepared. The heavy firepower of the fortifications intertwined to form an impenetrable network of fire, and elite squads took turns launching counterattacks from behind cover, relying on the terrain advantage to tenaciously resist the rebels' charges.

However, with the help of the demigod Hessing, neither the heavy fortifications nor the elite squads could hold out for long. Soon, the rebels broke through the third line of defense and rushed to the gates of the fortress.

However, at that moment, the fortress gates suddenly opened.

Six divine servants dressed in robes of light slowly emerged from within.

They wore moon-white robes embroidered with the golden sea-pattern emblem of the Augustan gods on the collar and cuffs. A faint holy light flowed through the fabric, and with each step they took, the blood-soaked rocks beneath their feet would shimmer with a white glow.

The holy aura surrounding the six divine servants was not particularly refined; the strongest among them was only at the peak of the Earth Rank. However, the trapezoidal formation they formed, with their auras connected end to end, subtly condensed into a single entity, perfectly protecting the fortress entrance within the array.

"destruction!"

The lead servant's voice was cold and hard. With a wave of his hand, the divine power of the six people condensed in the lead servant's hand, instantly igniting a white flame within a radius of dozens of meters in front of him.

The white flames, though lacking in divine attributes, could not be extinguished once they touched the rebels' armor.

They quickly burned the rebels within a radius of dozens of meters in front of them to ashes. At that moment, Hysin, clad in divine armor, slowly floated to the front of the two armies, facing off against six divine servants.

The lead servant of the gods stepped forward, raised his hand and pointed at the demigod Hessin in mid-air. His voice, imbued with divine power, completely drowned out the roar of the coastal defense cannons.

"Haising! You traitor to the Augustan race! You bear the blood of the Augustan gods, and have received the blessings of the gods for a thousand years, yet you have betrayed the path of light and righteousness, abandoned the orthodoxy of the gods, slaughtered your own kind, and trampled on the glory of my race! You are already an unforgivable sinner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining five divine servants nodded in unison, and their divine power once again converged along the battle formation's meridians, causing the shimmering white aura around the six of them to suddenly intensify.

"Today, I, on behalf of the Augustan gods, exercise the power of cleansing, and purify you, this evil spirit, with sacred fire!"

Before the servant of the gods' stern shout had even faded, the heavy, muffled thud of machinery churning could be heard from deep within the fortress.

Several heavy coastal defense guns, hidden in concrete fortifications, slowly turned their muzzles, their dark barrels gleaming coldly, all aimed at Hessing, who was suspended in mid-air, the crosshairs of the scopes overlapping heavily on his chest armor.

Heavy machine guns and energy cannons behind the surrounding bunkers locked onto him simultaneously, and a dense barrage of fire instantly sealed off the airspace around Hessin.

Under the threat of the heavy firepower poised to be unleashed and the six divine servants, the area around Hessing seemed to have become a dead zone. However, Hessing merely glanced down at the surging white flames in front of the formation, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards.

"Purge evil?"

Hessing chuckled softly, his laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm.

The next moment, Hessing raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the six servants like a cold knife from the deep sea, his tone chillingly icy.

"If this is what the gods of Augustus instructed you to do, then it is a good thing that I have become the demon you speak of."

As soon as he finished speaking, the holy radiance around Hessing suddenly surged, and the Holy Radiance Spear was instantly formed by his single hand. On the spear, the Augustus runes lit up one by one, and the vast power of a demigod poured out without reservation.

Hessing looked at the Holy Radiance Spear in his hand, tilted his head, and looked at the pale-faced servants of the gods with great interest, but the words he spoke were as cold and piercing as the whispers of the deepest ocean.

"It's just a pity that your god seems to be on my side."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Haising hurled the Holy Light Spear in his hand!