High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

at the same time.

Millions of kilometers away, the Blood Erosion Civilization's makeshift fleet is suspended in a shattered asteroid belt.

Only two of the three biological warships remained. The giant serpent warship still bore the huge wound torn open by the Shattering Cannon at its stern, resembling a snake that had been skinned.

A large chunk of the left side shell of the oracle-shaped ship was torn off, revealing the semi-carbonized biological tissue inside.

Hundreds and thousands of small and medium-sized biological ships roamed around, like a group of carrion fish that had smelled blood but refused to leave.

Inside a large biological mothership, the walls of the fleshy cavity were slowly undulating.

Dark red bioluminescence seeped from deep within the cavity walls, illuminating the entire space as if it were immersed in blood.

The tall, blood-scaled figure sat cross-legged at the front, with wisps of red steam billowing out from the three cracks, making him look like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

The thin, bone-armored warrior stood behind him, the eerie green flames in his eye sockets dimming considerably.

He paced back and forth, his long, thin legs making a sticky sound as they stepped on the fleshy surface.

"I told you long ago, that guy Kurzun is unreliable." The Bone Armorer's voice was sharp and shrill.

"All you ever did was rely on your brute strength to charge forward, always the first to claim credit. Now you've been cleaved in two, without even a proper last word. How are we going to explain this to our superiors?"

"Have you thought about how you're going to explain this?"

The bone-armored man stopped in his tracks and suddenly let out a shrill laugh: "What am I thinking? I'm not thinking anything. I'm just saying that Kurzun barged in on his own, disobeyed orders, and got killed by a seventh-tier warrior."

"Seventh rank, did you hear that? A mere seventh rank, he has utterly disgraced our Blood Erosion Clan."

"If this gets back to our clan, our branch will never be able to hold our heads high again."

"Have you finished yelling?"

"No, do you know how important this expedition quota is? The three of us came here because of the psionic rations promised by the higher-ups."

"Now that idiot is dead, how are the quotas calculated? If the higher-ups pin the blame on the two of us, will we even get a share next time?"

The Bloodscale Man slowly stood up. He was already tall and slender, and when he stood up, he almost touched the top of the cavity wall.

He turned around, and the red steam in the three cracks suddenly contracted and then expanded, revealing undisguised anger.

"You think I'm not angry? This opportunity should have been a freebie."

"The strongest of the outer nodes is only an eighth-tier node."

"The three of us came together, which was already giving them enough face. And what happened? That idiot Kurzun was killed in front of the enemy, and the two of us were forced to retreat."

"If this gets reported, our entire team will be disciplined."

The cavity walls fell silent for a moment.

After a moment, the bone-armored man was about to speak again, but his expression suddenly changed.

Almost at the same time, the Bloodscale One also suddenly looked up at the outside of the cavity wall.

A powerful aura swept over from afar.

That aura was even more powerful than the two of them combined, like a huge undercurrent in the deep sea, silently engulfing the entire mothership.

The lower organisms around the cavity walls began to tremble, and even the small bio-ships swimming outside scattered and fled like a school of frightened fish.

A figure squeezed in through the cavity wall.

No, it's more like it grew out of the cavity wall.

The newcomer was covered in a layer of grayish-white bone armor, the surface of which was covered with spikes and curling patterns. It was only about two meters tall, shorter than the thin bone armor creature, but when it stood there, the entire interior space of the mothership seemed to collapse inward.

Its head has no distinct facial features, only a mouth made of overlapping bone plates in the center.

"Father...Father?" the emaciated man cried out in a trembling voice.

"Shut up! Who gave you the right to call me that? Now call me Commander-in-Chief!" the newcomer shouted angrily in a shrill voice.

"Yes...yes, Your Excellency." The gaunt man in armor immediately lowered his head, and even the eerie green flames in his eye sockets diminished.

The Bloodscale warriors also lowered their heads. The man before them was one of the commanders of the western offensive, possessing the strength of a ninth-tier True Star Realm. In their faction, his words carried more weight than the orders of the mothership.

The warlord walked up to the two men and said coldly, "I just heard that you three not only failed to capture a small outlying node, but you also lost one of your men."

As it spoke, it turned its head towards the Bloodscaled One, "Did I hear that right?"

The Bloodscaled One was silent for two seconds before replying tremblingly, "I heard you right, Your Excellency, Kurzun was too careless."

The warlord's voice suddenly rose: "Kurzun is dead. Even if he was stupid, he was still an eighth-tier cultivator. An eighth-tier cultivator being killed by a seventh-tier cultivator? You're telling me he was too careless?"

"He's trash, and you two are trash too. Three eighth-tier cultivators couldn't beat one eighth-tier cultivator and one seventh-tier cultivator. How dare you even come back!"

The bone-armored creature bent even lower, almost touching the ground. The blood-scaled creature dared not raise its head either.

"Quota cut in half"

"If we can't take this point in the next wave, you two can go back to the furnace as fuel."

"Yes, ma'am," they both said at the same time.

The warlord didn't leave; instead, he took another step forward: "However, the higher-ups have also spoken. Over a thousand nodes in the western section have already been captured. With each one captured, the spatial blockade weakens a little."

"This node is in a special position and must be captured, so the clan is giving you a chance to make amends."

"The elite troops of the Third Hall will come to reinforce you. They will cooperate with your attack, but you two will have command. If you lose again, I will not listen to any reasons."

The Bloodscale One raised his head and cautiously asked, "How many reinforcements are there?"

"Enough quantity, enough to flatten that node three times."

……

the other side.

Tian Shu did not give up on this point. Batch after batch of engineering ships sailed out of the military jump channel, bringing new orbital defense platforms, spare turrets and psionic shield generators.

The maintenance team worked day and night on the front line, the welding sparks flying like sparks in the vacuum.

Song Chen stood on high ground, watching as the damaged outer walls were re-covered with armor plates and as new turrets were hoisted into place one by one.

The entire defensive line slowly transformed from a pile of ruins back into a state where it could continue fighting.

New defensive war machines were also delivered from above.

Song Chen saw four "Star Hounds," autonomous combat platforms created by the Nine Luminaries Civilization. They resembled four headless giant metal wolves, each 200 meters long, with twelve psionic assault cannons mounted on their backs. They could move at high speed above the defensive line and automatically lock onto enemies.

In addition, there are tens of thousands of miniature cutting drones, only half the size of a human, that can move at high speed through enemy ranks and tear open biological carapaces with psionic blades.

Song Chen didn't get involved in any of this; he found a quiet place and started spending money.

At the very bottom of the defense line lies an abandoned maintenance passage.

This place is so far from the ground that even maintenance robots won't come here.