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

While the warriors were frantically suppressing these undead monsters on the front lines, the outer reaches of the solar system had become a hellish landscape.

Two hundred thousand death ships were arrayed in the starry sky, their silvery-white hulls covered with scorch marks and cracks. Each ship had experienced countless battles, and each ship carried the lives of hundreds of warriors.

They relentlessly unleashed death shockwaves, deep black beams tracing paths across the starry sky, destroying wave after wave of enemies approaching the solar system. But there were simply too many enemies, so many that destroying one wave only resulted in another appearing, so many that the rate at which the death beams were fired could never keep up with the rate at which the enemies surged forth.

Half a million Death Knight armored vehicles shuttled through the enemy lines, the black steel giants like the last samurai, fighting a bloody battle among endless enemies.

The pilots of each armored vehicle had fought continuously for countless days and nights; their eyes were bloodshot, their hands trembled, and their spirits had reached their limit. But they did not retreat, for behind them lay the solar system, their home, and billions of fellow humans in need of protection.

A thousand death shockwave cannons fired continuously in the ruins, their deep black beams shooting out from every corner of the solar system, precisely locking onto every approaching enemy.

But more than half of these once invincible cannons have been destroyed in battle, and the rest are constantly overheating, jamming, and malfunctioning. Engineers run between the gun emplacements, repairing equipment amidst a hail of bullets, and salvaging every still-functioning cannon from the brink of death.

Lin Feng and his team were also doing their utmost, and the entire human civilization was doing everything in its power to protect their home.

Factories on Earth produce ammunition and spare parts day and night. Workers have been working continuously for dozens of days and nights without complaint or rest, because every shell and every part could determine the outcome of a battle.

The Martian medical station was overflowing with wounded soldiers. Doctors and nurses were so exhausted they could barely stand, yet they remained steadfast at the operating table, for every life deserved to be saved. In Jupiter's spaceport, engineers were frantically repairing damaged warships. Their hands were cut by metal, their eyes burned by welding sparks, but they did not stop, for every warship might be their last hope.

The number of warships in space was dwindling, and soldiers on the ground were falling one after another, but no one gave up. Because Lin Feng told them to hold on, the weapon was almost finished. Because Lin Feng told them that if they just persevered a little longer, humanity could turn the tide. Because Lin Feng told them they would definitely win.

Finally, a month has passed.

Thirty days and nights of bloody battles, thirty days and nights of life-or-death struggles, thirty days and nights of despair and hope intertwined.

The outer defenses of the solar system are riddled with holes. Of the 200,000 Death Ships, less than 50,000 remain; of the 500,000 Death Armor, less than 100,000 remain; and of the 1,000 Death Shockwave Cannons, less than 300 remain.

Half of Earth's cities have been reduced to ruins, two-thirds of Mars' military bases have been destroyed, and Jupiter's spaceports have ceased operation.

But humanity did not fall. Fifty thousand warships still arrayed themselves in the stars, one hundred thousand armored vehicles still moved through enemy lines, and three hundred cannons still fired from the ruins. Those weary warriors, those wounded soldiers, those heroes with bloodshot eyes—they were still fighting, still persevering, still believing.

The compression device was successful, and so was the Heavenly Emperor's weapon.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the newly completed compressed universe device and the newly assembled Heavenly Emperor weapon.

The cosmic compression device operates silently deep within the solar system, continuously compressing the cosmic power within a radius of millions of light-years into the cosmic origin, one portion after another, endlessly and inexhaustibly.

The Heavenly Emperor's weapon stands tall on the outer edge of the solar system, its deep black muzzle shimmering with starlight—the power of time and space, the power of penetration and explosion, the power of destruction and judgment.

But humanity has already lost most of its resources, both weapons and soldiers.

Fifty thousand warships, one hundred thousand armored vehicles, and three hundred cannons—less than one-tenth of their original strength.

The wreckage of hundreds of thousands of warships floats in the starry sky, fragments of millions of armored vehicles drift in the starry sky, and the remains of tens of millions of soldiers float silently in the starry sky.

Those heroes who sacrificed their lives in the war, those comrades who were assimilated and then wiped out, those warriors who were still fighting at the last moment—they can no longer see it, they will never see this moment.

Lin Feng's eyes reddened, but he didn't let the tears fall. Because now was not the time to cry, but the time for revenge, the time for judgment, the time to seek justice for all his fallen comrades.

"Fire! Destroy them!"

Lin Feng's voice echoed in the command center, hoarse yet firm, filled with deep-seated hatred, boundless rage, and a determination to avenge all his fallen comrades.

The Heavenly Emperor's weapon has been activated.

An unprecedented light shone from the deep black muzzle of the cannon. It was not the intertwined blue and blood red of a death shockwave, nor the monochrome and monotonous light of an ordinary beam. Instead, it contained all the colors in the universe: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple; black, white, gray, gold, and silver. All the colors bloomed simultaneously in that instant, and then condensed into a pure, primordial light that belonged to the birth of the universe in the next instant.

The beam of light shot out from the cannon muzzle and traveled through the starry sky at a speed that transcended time and space.

The moment it was launched, time was frozen—time within a radius of tens of millions of kilometers centered on the Heavenly Emperor's weapon was frozen.

The enemy warships stopped moving, the enemy soldiers ceased their actions, and the enemy beams of light froze in mid-air. The entire battlefield transformed into a still painting in that instant, with only the light of humanity flowing within it.

At the same instant the time-lockdown was activated, the space-lockdown was also activated—centered on the Heavenly Emperor's weapon, all space within a radius of tens of millions of kilometers was folded.

The enemy's retreat was blocked, their spatial jumps were blocked, and their escape routes were completely eliminated. They were trapped in a confined spatial cage, with nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to conceal themselves.

Although the number of enemies was extremely large, once the Heavenly Emperor's weapon was launched, the entire spacetime was imprisoned, and the enemies could not escape.

Those endless enemies, those unkillable monsters, those compatriots who were resurrected and became enemies—all were imprisoned in the cage of time and space.

The 10,000 warships of the Twelfth Expeditionary Force remained stationary, their hulls clearly scarred. The Avatar warriors' Ikalan forms froze in their dive, purple flames still held in their mouths.

The Blood Demon Civilization's red warship froze at the moment of launch, its crimson beam halting in mid-air. All the resurrected enemies, all the controlled puppets, all those who sought to destroy human civilization—all were still, all were imprisoned, all had nowhere to escape.

The Heavenly Emperor's weapon instantly destroyed everything; they had no way to revive and were completely dead.

The light exploded within the cage of time and space. Its penetrating force tore through the armor of every enemy ship, its seeping power reached the core of every enemy, and the explosive force triggered a chain reaction within. The power of time swiftly completed the destruction, while the power of space ensured that the annihilation covered every corner.

The enemy warships shattered in the beam of light—not the kind of shattering that allows them to revive after being destroyed, but the kind of shattering that completely erases them from the very fabric of existence.

The enemy warriors vanished in the beam of light, not in a way that allowed them to revive after death, but in a way that completely erased them from the soul level.

Those resurrected civilizations, those controlled puppets, those unkillable monsters—under the judgment of the Heavenly Emperor's weapon, they finally died completely.

They cannot be resurrected. They cannot be reborn. They cannot return. Because the Heavenly Emperor's weapons did not destroy their bodies, nor their warships, but their very existence.

Those resurrected beings, those manipulated souls, those monsters that should never have existed—in the light of the Heavenly Emperor's weapon, they were utterly erased from the universe. No trace, no remnant, no possibility of resurrection. They were finally dead, truly dead, forever dead.

The Twelfth Expeditionary Force's warships shattered in the beam of light, and the controlled warriors finally found peace. Their bodies dissipated in the light, their souls were released, and they were finally freed from the force that had manipulated them. They were no longer enemies, no longer puppets, no longer controlled weapons. They could finally rest in peace.

The Avatar warriors vanished in the beam of light, the Blood Demon civilization's warships collapsed, and countless resurrected civilizations turned to nothingness. Those enemies once destroyed by humanity, those galaxies once conquered, those existences once lost to the universe—all were utterly wiped out under the judgment of the Celestial Emperor's weapon. This time, it was eternal annihilation.

The light lasted for a full three minutes. After three minutes, there were no more enemies in the starry sky. No warships, no warriors, no light, no enemy presence whatsoever. The outer reaches of the solar system became a silent void, with only floating wreckage and debris, silently telling the story of this war that had lasted countless days and nights.

Above the solar system, the endless enemies finally vanished. Those unkillable monsters, those resurrected civilizations, those controlled kin—all disappeared, utterly vanished, forever vanished.

Lin Feng stood by the porthole in the command center, gazing at the finally clear starry sky, tears welling in his eyes. Not for victory, but for his comrades who would never return. Those soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the war, those heroes who were assimilated and then wiped out, those warriors who fought to the very last moment—they could not see it, they would not see this moment.

But a slight smile played on his lips, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time. Humanity had won. After countless days and nights of bloody battle, after paying the price of most of their strength, after losing countless comrades—humanity had finally won. The invincible enemy was finally dead, the endless monsters had finally vanished, and the resurrected brethren could finally rest in peace.

Lin Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping over the weary but determined faces in the command center. The commanders of 50,000 warships, the drivers of 100,000 armored vehicles, the gunners of 300 cannons, and those who persevered to the end in factories, medical stations, and ruins—they were all alive, and human civilization was still alive.

"Pass down the order." Lin Feng's voice echoed in the command center, hoarse but firm. "The war is over. The entire army will rest and rebuild. For those comrades who sacrificed their lives, we must erect a monument for them, we must commemorate them, we must let them know—humanity has won. The homeland they protected with their lives has been preserved."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, their voices filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, the sorrow for their fallen comrades, and the hope for the future of human civilization.

In the starry sky, the sun, five thousand times larger than itself, radiated a warm light, illuminating the returning warships, the rebuilding homes, and the reuniting families. The solar system still exists, human civilization still exists, and hope still exists.