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"Ten, nine, eight..."

The countdown numbers were tapped repeatedly on the public channel.

The entire Skyhorn fleet was deathly silent.

In the control rooms of 12,000 warships, no one dared to breathe loudly.

The pile of rotten flesh of the bone marrow was still on the ground, not yet cold.

These indigenous people truly dare to do what they say.

"Three, two, one."

Lin Feng raised his head.

呲!

A series of soft sounds.

On the star map, the points of light that were originally glowing red as an attack indicator instantly turned green.

The main engine shut down.

All weapon systems have been taken offline.

Tens of thousands of requests popped up on the screens in the control room at the same time.

Lin Feng casually answered the top one.

The projection flickered, and a Skyhorn officer landed on all fours, his forehead splattered with black blood.

"My lord! We surrender! Warships, resources, slaves—all are yours! We sign a master-servant contract and pledge our lifelong loyalty!"

Once this line of defense collapsed, cries for mercy erupted from other channels.

"We surrender!"

Spare our lives!

Lin Feng stood in front of the screen and flicked his wrist.

"Surrender?" He tilted his head. "Sign a contract?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The officer frantically pounded garlic.

"The Celestial Tribe is willing to be your vanguard, conquering the stars for you!"

"The terms are pretty good." Lin Feng slammed his gun heavily on the ground.

"But I remember that just now, Bonemon ordered the main guns to fire a salvo and scrape the surface of this ball clean."

Lin Feng scanned the faces of the alien races on all the split screens.

"If I hadn't charged in, or if I hadn't defeated Bonemon, how many people on Earth would still be breathing now?"

The pleas for mercy on the channel abruptly stopped.

Lin Feng stared at them.

"If you can win, you'll slaughter stars; if you can't, you'll surrender and become dogs. You've got your plan working perfectly."

He raised his hand and cut off all video communications.

"Baron."

"Here!" Baron's voice immediately jumped into the channel.

"Is the B5 battleship's main guns ready for cooling down?"

"Full tank! Ample energy, main gun array ready to fire!"

Lin Feng uttered eight words.

"The entire army will be mobilized; leave no one alive."

The voice channel exploded.

The Skyhorn officer's voice was shrill and cracked: "You can't do this! According to the rules, prisoners of war are entitled to..."

"I'm from Earth, I don't respect your rules."

Lin Feng completely cut off the full-frequency broadcast.

The massacre began.

The Celestial Tribe fleet, which had deliberately shut down its engines, became veritable sitting ducks in space.

Under Barron's control, the B5 assault ship fired both its main and secondary guns.

Pulse beams swept across the enemy ranks, and rows of unprotected warships exploded and disintegrated.

Outside the atmosphere of Blue Star.

Chu Tianxing and Duan Hongyuan, leading those 30,000 Star Dust Realm warriors, had their eyes already bloodshot.

"What are you all standing there for! Go and take them down!"

Duan Hongyuan, carrying his battle sword, was the first to rush out of the cabin.

Thirty thousand warriors, their eyes bloodshot, charged straight at the halted Skyhorn Clan warships.

The aura of the Stardust Realm exploded in the air, cleaving open the armor of the alien warship, and the warriors followed the crack to the inner cabin.

Lin Feng stepped into the void and plunged directly into the heart of the enemy formation.

The Star Lord's full power was unleashed.

Put away your weapons.

He gripped the armor of a warship with both hands.

"Open it for me!"

Crunch!

The sound of metal breaking rang out.

He tore the nearly kilometer-long destroyer in half with his bare hands.

The moment the ship's compartment broke apart, the Skyhorn soldiers inside were blown apart on the spot.

[Ding! Killed a member of the Skyhorn Clan fleet...]

......

System notification sounds flooded the screen.

Lin Feng completely ignored the interface and focused solely on his actions.

One punch smashed the bridge, one stomp punctured the reactor.

Wherever he went, the Skyhorn fleet was reduced to space debris.

On the edge of the battlefield, an inconspicuous reconnaissance ship huddled behind an asteroid belt.

The Skyhorn intelligence officer, his face covered in black blood, frantically pounded on the control panel with both hands.

"It's all over..."

The intelligence officer gritted his teeth.

"Die, natives! We'll die together!"

drop!

An encrypted data packet containing detailed spatial coordinates of Earth was forcibly packaged.

"send!"

The invisible wave instantly pierced through the solar system and shot into the depths of the universe at warp speed.

boom!

Lin Feng descended from the sky, crashing down like a heavy cannon, his foot piercing through the top armor of the reconnaissance ship.

The tip of the spear was then pushed downwards.

Platinum dragon flames poured in, instantly burning the entire control room, along with the intelligence officer's body, into a void of blackness.

As the flames died down, only a garbled screen flashing "Sent successfully" remained on the control panel.

......

Three hours later.

Space fell silent.

Of the twelve thousand Skyhorn warships, the majority were reduced to wreckage.

The remaining 4,800-plus ships with relatively intact outer armor were all taken over and occupied by warriors from the Dragon Kingdom.

Everywhere there were floating alloy fragments and alien remains.

Lin Feng stood atop the wreckage of a mothership, wiping the blood from the back of his hand.

"Old Duan, take stock of the spoils."

Duan Hongyuan's voice trembled on the channel.

"We've struck it rich! Lin Feng, we've really struck it rich! Four thousand eight hundred and twelve intact warships! Dozens of warehouses are fully loaded with primary and secondary weapons, reserve spirit crystals, and even gene repair fluid!"

Chu Tianxing roared from the other end, "This wealth is enough to save our Blue Star five hundred years of technological evolution!"

"Let everyone set sail and go home."

Lin Feng left a message and turned to rush towards the B5 assault ship.

Half an hour later.

More than four thousand enormous alien warships, lined up in a magnificent formation, plunged into the atmosphere.

At the bow, the original paint scheme of the Celestial Tribe was forcibly erased by the high-temperature energy, and the Dragon Kingdom's emblem was engraved on it.

A colossal steel behemoth, blotting out the sky, hovered above the blue planet.

There was no panic on the ground.

On the scorched sands of the East China Sea defense line.

Chen Guoliang pushed away the mecha fragments that were pressing down on him and sat down on the ground with a thud.

He stared intently at the string of enormous dragon emblems in the sky, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"We held on..."

He slammed his fist into the sandpit, his voice hoarse. "We really held on!"

In the northern border region, at Zhenlongtai.

The entire mountainside was filled with landed warships.

Barron tumbled off the armored vehicle and frantically circled the captured warships, his eyes gleaming green.

"A-class cruiser! B-class fire support ship! These bandits really stole quite a few good things!"

Lin Feng stepped off the gangway and tossed over a control terminal engraved with a star map array.

Barron frantically caught it: "What are you doing?"

"Remodel." Lin Feng glanced at the steel structures covering the mountain.

"Sweep away all the underlying logic of those alien races and replace it with our Blue Star warships. Upgrade the defense matrix and main gun power in every way, and you can freely extract the energy from the dragon veins."

Lin Feng walked up to Baron and lowered his voice.

"no problem!"

Barron patted his chest and assured him.

Lin Feng nodded and turned to walk towards the edge of the cliff.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the concentration of spiritual energy on the surface of Blue Star was several times higher than before the war.

Countless warriors who have survived bloody battles are breaking through to new heights on the spot.

The Skyhorn Clan was wiped out.

But Lin Feng felt no relief whatsoever.

There are too many unknowns in the depths of the universe.

The Skyhorn Clan, these bandits, are merely the lowest of the cosmic races.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the clouds and straight into the deep sky.

The Star Lord (section 1).

Far from enough.

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