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Lin Feng's shout completely quelled the army's panic.

Chu Tianxing snatched the communicator from the side and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Order the entire war zone! Global interstellar alert at level one! Bring up all those newly installed anti-gravity cannons!"

He slammed his hand on the control panel, making the screen shake violently.

"Point all the cannons to the sky! No need to wait for orders, if these alien bastards dare to show their faces, blast them to smithereens!"

Commands were passed down through the ranks.

The entire air defense system of the entire planet was activated within three minutes.

Coastlines, mountains, city ruins—countless cannons are all pointing upwards.

Lin Feng, carrying a gun, took two steps onto the bridge of the warship.

Barron was standing on the control panel, his hands moving in a blur.

"Damn it, this is outrageous! They're not playing by the rules! They're just scorching the engine and forcing a jump; they're aiming to wipe out our race!"

"Switch to the other side of the screen," Lin Feng said coldly.

The huge holographic screen in the main control room lit up instantly.

The camera zooms out, pointing directly at the sky above Earth.

In the scene, the pitch-black cosmic background is filled with a dense array of steel fleets.

Twelve thousand ships.

Like a swarm of starving locusts, they pressed forward in a dark, overwhelming mass.

There is an abandoned asteroid belt ahead of the fleet.

The Skyhorn fleet didn't even slow down; it activated its energy shields at the bow and rammed directly into them.

The meteorite, several kilometers wide, shattered into powder on the spot.

The exploding debris struck the shields of the following warships, creating ripples in the water.

......

Right in the center of the fleet.

Inside a giant mothership, several times the size of an ordinary warship.

Bonemon, the leader of the Skyhorn Clan, sat on the throne.

His scales were dark gold, and the two curved horns on his forehead were as thick as pillars.

The blood and qi of the Star Lord Realm flowed freely in the control room, so much so that the adjutant next to him didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Commander, the coordinates of Blue Star have been locked. We will enter orbital range in twenty minutes."

The adjutant reported nervously, "Furthermore... the monitoring station has confirmed that Lord Feng Yiling's life signal has completely disappeared."

Gu Meng toyed with the skull of an unknown star beast in his hand.

After listening to the report, he didn't even blink.

"Dead?" He scoffed, his fingers tightening.

Click.

The skull turned to dust.

"That good-for-nothing Feng Yiling hid on Earth for nearly a hundred years, and was actually killed by a group of natives who didn't even know how to travel between stars."

"This is a disgrace to the Skyhorns."

Gu Meng stood up.

Its massive body blocked the porthole.

The distant blue planet is rapidly magnifying in our field of vision.

"What a beautiful planet."

"What native strongmen, what messy resistance? In the face of absolute power, they are not even dust."

He turned and gave the order: "Notify the entire fleet. Once in orbit, do not accept surrender; proceed directly with the landing operation."

"Preheat the main gun directly."

"I'm going to unleash a volley, let's give this broken ball a salute first!"

......

Time passed by, second by second.

The space surrounding the atmosphere of Earth began to distort violently.

Visibly, the once clear sky quickly turned dark.

The warship's enormous shadow pierced through the clouds, casting its shadow directly onto the ruins and defenses of cities around the world.

Daytime turned into night.

The sunlight was completely blocked by twelve thousand warships.

The oppressive feeling of the apocalypse truly weighed on everyone's head.

East China Sea defense line.

The veins on the back of Chen Guoliang's hand, which was gripping the sword, bulged.

He looked up at the dense black shell in the sky.

"This is fucking like they've sealed off the sky..."

Not a single person backed down.

Behind the position, the engines of a million Type A mechanical cheetahs roared in unison, their red electronic eyes forming a sea of ​​blood in the darkness.

The cannons of 100,000 B-class heavy armored beasts are fully charged.

A formation of one million warriors, swords drawn.

The newly advanced martial artists released their qi and blood, creating patches of firefly-like light in the darkness.

North Border Town Dragon Terrace, bridge of a B5-class warship.

Barron stared anxiously at the rapidly rising energy readings on the radar, pacing back and forth in frustration.

"Raymond Lam! We can't wait any longer!"

Barron pointed to the increasingly bright red dots on the holographic screen, "They have no intention of coming down for hand-to-hand combat! Twelve thousand warships are charging up in orbit!"

He grabbed Lin Feng's arm.

"Once they open fire in orbit, a salvo of 12,000 main cannons will be enough! Forget your purple-gold mechs, the entire Earth's crust will be scraped away three layers! What good will your well-constructed defenses do? Everyone, people and everything, will be reduced to dust!"

Duan Hongyuan's voice came through the communicator, tinged with anxiety: "Lin Feng! The anti-aircraft guns can't reach the tracks! We can only passively take the hits!"

Inside the bridge, there was a deathly silence.

Being passively attacked is tantamount to waiting to die.

Lin Feng shook off Baron's hand and strode to the holographic star map.

The spear slammed heavily onto the floor.

"Who said they were allowed to fire?"

Lin Feng's gaze was fixed on the red fleet on the star map.

Baron was stunned: "What do you mean? If the range isn't enough, how are you going to stop it?"

"If the range isn't enough, then close the distance."

Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"Sail the boat out."

Barron's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Get out there?! Are you crazy?! There are twelve thousand ships outside! We only have one B-5!"

"The defensive line is on the ground; the battlefield may not be there."

Lin Feng said coldly, "If they fight in orbit, Earth will suffer. I'll go to outer space and open fire right in their faces!"

He turned his head and pressed the full-channel communication button.

"Duan Hongyuan! Chen Guoliang! Chu Tianxing!"

"Yes!" came a chorus of responses from the other end of the communicator.

"Bring all warriors at or above the Stardust Realm to the ship."

Lin Feng slung the spear over his shoulder with one hand, and his purple-gold blood energy erupted within the bridge.

"The Skyhorn Clan wants to set up the battlefield in the sky, I'll grant their wish."

"Today, we're going to outer space and crush these sons of bitches!"

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