Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

The Avatar race, leading all the enemies in the colorful galaxy, charged out simultaneously.

Deep within the colorful river system, tens of thousands of colorful warships surged forth like a tide, their colorful lights weaving a magnificent yet deadly spectacle against the starry sky.

The Avatar warriors rode Ikarans, spreading out in front of the warship. Millions of Ikarans flapped their wings simultaneously, creating visible ripples in the starry sky.

Behind them were dozens of races that had submitted to the divine tree—the Rock Race, the Jellyfish Race, the Crystal Race, and the Light Spirit Race. Each race had dispatched its most powerful fleet, and every warship was filled with hostility toward humanity.

Hundreds of millions of lives, hundreds of thousands of warships, and millions of fighter jets unfolded on the periphery of the colorful river system, forming a battle line stretching for tens of millions of kilometers.

Colorful lights shone from every soldier, from the muzzle of every warship, and from the engine of every fighter jet, dyeing the entire starry sky with seven colors.

In an instant, the races of the two galaxies clashed completely.

The golden light of the Milky Way collides with the colorful light of the galaxy in the starry sky, like the confluence of two oceans, stirring up a monstrous energy storm.

Eighty thousand giant warships opened fire simultaneously, and eighty thousand white beams of light from star weapons pierced the starry sky, like eighty thousand white dragons roaring as they charged toward the fleet in the colorful galaxy.

350,000 Wukong Armor units simultaneously deployed their energy wings, and the various colored beams of elemental weapons intertwined to form a massive firepower net that enveloped the entire starry sky.

The fleet of the colorful river system retaliated in kind, with tens of thousands of colorful warships simultaneously firing colorful beams of light, millions of fighter jets unleashing dense artillery fire, and warriors from dozens of races letting out deafening roars.

White and colored beams collided in the starry sky, creating a series of explosions. Energy storms spread in all directions, engulfing everything around them.

Warships are falling, fighter jets are exploding, and lives are being lost.

Both sides committed their strongest forces at the first moment and suffered the most severe losses immediately.

"It really is you. I didn't expect you to come to a parallel universe as well. This time, I will completely annihilate you."

The divine tree also clearly saw the solar system within the Milky Way, and clearly saw the Kuafu warship and the Dapeng warship. It instantly understood that these were its enemies, the human civilization that had once destroyed its home and forced it to flee in disarray.

The trunk of the divine tree trembled violently deep within the colorful river system, and purple light flashed wildly across its canopy.

Its spiritual power pierced through the entire starry sky and exploded in the minds of all mankind. The sound was filled with deep hatred and three years of pent-up anger.

Three years ago, humans destroyed its home, wiped out its people, and plundered everything it had.

Three years ago, it tore through the void and fled in a sorry state, wandering in an unfamiliar universe.

Over the past three years, it has devoured countless unclaimed star systems and absorbed the essence of one star after another, finally becoming ten times more powerful than it was three years ago.

It thought that when it encountered humans again, it could easily crush them.

But it never expected that humans would also arrive in a parallel universe, and that humans would become even more powerful than before.

That star a hundred times the size, those 80,000 giant Peng warships, those 350,000 Wukong armored vehicles—

Human civilization is also ten times more powerful than it was three years ago.

"Die!"

The divine tree also launched a direct attack on human civilization.

The canopy of the divine tree suddenly unfurled, and purple light shone on every leaf, illuminating the entire colorful river system.

Its spiritual power manifested as a tangible attack, surging towards the Milky Way and humanity's fleet like a tidal wave.

This time, his attack was even more terrifying, with hundreds of thousands, even millions, of tentacles launching a fierce attack on the humans.

Countless branches extend simultaneously from the trunk of the divine tree, each branch stretching thousands of kilometers in length, covered with purple scales, and emitting an eerie glow.

One hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand, one million.

When the last branch grew out of the trunk of the sacred tree, the total number reached one million.

A million tree branches, waving simultaneously in the starry sky, resembled a million giant purple dragons, carrying world-destroying power, lashing fiercely at the human fleet.

The power of each branch surpasses that of stellar weapons.

Each branch has the destructive power to destroy a star.

A million tree branches attacking simultaneously would be powerful enough to tear apart the entire starry sky.

"Use the Cosmic Death Beam."

The First Commander's expression changed as he saw the Divine Tree launch an attack on them. The Divine Tree's strength had definitely increased; the power of just one attack exceeded the range of a Star Weapon.

Standing in the flagship's command center, Lao Zhou saw a million purple tree branches raining down like a storm on the holographic projection, covering the sky and obscuring the stars and the moon.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Three years ago, the attacks from the tree's branches were already comparable to those of celestial weapons.

Three years later, the power of each branch surpassed that of stellar weapons.

If a million such branches attacked simultaneously, without the cosmic death beam—

The consequences could be disastrous.

"Cosmic Death Beam, Full Power Firing!"

Old Zhou's voice boomed through the communication channel, carrying an unprecedented sense of urgency.

"All beam cannons, aim at the branches of the Divine Tree!"

"Give it a good beating!"

On the outer edge of the solar system, thirty cosmic death beam cannons simultaneously lit up with a blood-red light.

The light was different from the white of star weapons and the colors of elemental weapons; it was a pure, primal, blood-red color imbued with a destructive will.

At the muzzle of each death beam cannon, a blood-red orb of light was coalescing.

The sphere of light was not large, only about one meter in size, but it contained enough energy to destroy a galaxy.

The ball of light spun at the muzzle, faster and brighter, its blood-red glow illuminating the entire solar system.

"emission."

The two forces collided quickly. This time, the Cosmic Death Beam instantly transformed into countless beams, reaching a million beams, which collided head-on with the tentacles, unleashing astonishing power.

Thirty cosmic death beam cannons fired simultaneously.

Thirty blood-red beams shot out from the cannon muzzle, moving forward at an incredible speed through the starry sky.

During the flight, each beam of light splits, from one to ten, from ten to one hundred, from one hundred to one thousand, and from one thousand to ten thousand.

Thirty beams of light split into three million thin, blood-red beams of light in a fraction of a second.

Three million beams of death, like a blood-red downpour, surged towards the one million branches of the divine tree.

Each beam of death was precisely locked onto a tree branch, and each beam carried the destructive power to pierce through everything.

The beam of light collided with the tree branches in the starry sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions continued incessantly, echoing throughout the entire starry sky.

The crimson and purple light intertwined, dyeing the entire starry sky a mix of red and purple.

The energy storm spread wildly in all directions, engulfing everything around it.

The wreckage of the warships turned to dust in the storm, the fragments of the fighter jets evaporated completely, and even space itself was twisted and deformed by the energy.

The red light of the cosmic death beam and the purple light of the divine tree branches confronted each other in the starry sky, canceling each other out and annihilating each other.

Each beam of light that struck a branch would blast open a huge hole in it, from which purple sap would gush out like blood.

But each branch that is struck bursts forth with a purple light in an instant, attempting to heal its wounds and try to move forward.

They canceled each other out for a moment.

In the first wave of collision, three million beams of death and one million tree branches were simultaneously annihilated in the starry sky.

The crimson light dissipated, the purple light dimmed, and a huge blank area appeared in the starry sky.

In that area, there was no matter, no residual energy, only pure nothingness.

First Commander Zhou stared at the blank area on the holographic projection, his expression extremely solemn.

The Cosmic Death Beam, three million beams, has been completely exhausted.

One million branches of the divine tree were all destroyed.

But new branches are growing on the trunk of the sacred tree at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Five hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand, one million.

In less than ten seconds, the number of branches of the divine tree recovered to one million.

"This monster..."

Old Zhou muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

Three years ago, the speed at which the divine tree was recovering had already driven humanity to despair.

Three years later, its recovery speed was even faster.

The cosmic death beam takes a full thirty seconds to charge.

Thirty seconds versus ten seconds.

This means that if it's simply a matter of attrition, humanity simply cannot outlast the divine tree.

In this war, the two sides were evenly matched and the outcome was difficult to determine.

Although the divine tree recovers quickly, its energy is constantly being consumed.

Each time a branch regenerates, it requires a large amount of energy.

Each collision with the beam of death shakes the very essence of the divine tree.

While the human-made Cosmic Death Beam charges more slowly, the star a hundred times the size of the planet in our solar system is continuously providing energy for the Death Beam Cannon.

As long as the sun remains, the death beam will never run dry.

This is a war of attrition.

Let's see whose energy runs out first, whose will collapses first, and whose weakness is revealed first.

"Continue the attack!"

Old Zhou's voice rang out again on the communication channel.

"Death Beam Cannon, keep firing!"

"Great Roc Battleship, break through from the flank!"

"Wukong Armor, infiltrate behind enemy lines!"

"We can't just rely on the Death Beam to fight it head-on; we must find the Divine Tree's true form and destroy its core!"

Upon receiving the order, the human fleet quickly adjusted its tactics.

The thirty cosmic death beam cannons recharged, and the blood-red light on their muzzles shone again.

Eighty thousand giant warships launched an attack from four directions, breaking through the outer perimeter of the colorful galaxy. The white beams of star weapons poured down like a torrential rain, destroying the colorful warships one after another along the way.

Thirty-five thousand Wukong armored vehicles pierced through the gaps in the battle line, the black steel giants drawing thirty-five thousand trails in the starry sky, heading straight into the depths of the colorful galaxy.

Sensing the threat, the divine tree no longer merely engaged the death beam in a battle of attrition, but instead set aside a portion of its branches to intercept the Great Roc warship and Wukong armor.

Half a million tree branches met the beam of death, and half a million tree branches rushed toward the human warships and armor.

The fleet of the Colorful River System also launched a frenzied counterattack. Tens of thousands of colorful warships rushed towards the Great Roc warship regardless of losses, and millions of fighter jets rushed towards the Wukong Armor like moths to a flame.

The battle between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.

In the starry sky, crimson beams of death collided repeatedly with purple branches of the divine tree, each collision creating a blank area in the sky.

The giant roc warship and the colorful warship clashed in the starry sky, their white and colorful beams intertwining, and every second, warships were reduced to fragments in explosions.

The Wukong armor and the Ikaran fighter jets locked in a fierce battle in the starry sky. The various colors of the elemental weapons and the purple flames of the Ikarans bloomed in the starry sky, and armor and fighter jets fell every second.

Both sides are fighting desperately, expending their energy, and persevering.

Whoever can't hold on first will lose this war.

Whoever reveals their weakness first will be utterly destroyed.

Standing in the flagship's command center, Lao Zhou watched as the loss figures for both sides steadily climbed on the holographic projection.

Humanity lost 10,000 Great Roc warships and 50,000 Wukong armors.

The Colored River System lost 20,000 warships, 1.5 million fighter jets, and more than 5 million branches of the Divine Tree were destroyed.

But the divine tree still stands, the fleet of the colorful river system still exists, and the war continues.

"Continue the attack!"

Old Zhou's voice was hoarse, but still firm.

"Don't stop! Don't retreat! Don't give the enemy any chance to breathe!"

"We will definitely win!"

Of the 80,000 Dapeng warships, 70,000 are still engaged in battle.

Of the 350,000 Wukong armored vehicles, 300,000 are still charging forward.

Thirty cosmic death beam cannons are still firing continuously.

Not one of the human warriors retreated.

Deep within the colorful river system, the purple light of the divine tree also began to become unstable.

Its energy is being depleted, the rate at which its branches regenerate is slowing down, and its mental attacks are beginning to fluctuate.

It is also working hard and persevering.

The war between the two galaxies devolved into a brutal war of attrition.

Neither side could quickly overwhelm the other, and neither side could achieve victory in a short period of time.

This is a war of evenly matched forces, a war that is difficult to deduce, a war to see who falls first.

In the starry sky, crimson and purple lights collided constantly, while golden and multicolored lights intertwined.

Warships are falling, lives are fading, and the starry sky is trembling.

But the war continues.