The Peerless Tang Sect: Heavenly Heart Douluo

In the Dragon Horse Galaxy, yet another life-bearing planet was utterly destroyed by the Apocalypse Empire and turned into a dead star.

Inside the space fortress, the God of Apocalypse was idly sitting in the fortress's central hub, feeling the abundant power within his body that he had gained from constantly plundering and devouring.

"This is so boring, when are we finally going to launch our final offensive?"

Apart from the time when the God of Revelation and the Angel God attacked simultaneously when devouring the plane's will of the first inhabited planet, the two gods did not participate much in the subsequent battles.

If any action were to be taken, it would be the Angel God who ultimately implanted the Death Star as a beacon using the power of faith.

This is because the dimensional power and energy refined from the first inhabited planet were enough for the God of Apocalypse to transform a portion of the Apocalypse Empire's warriors into god-level powerhouses.

With the power of these god-level experts themselves, and the amplification from the soul-guided mechs, soul-guided armors, and bio-armor, which are also part of the space fortress, their level has reached the god-level.

Even without the intervention of a first-level deity or chief god, the current strength of the Apocalypse Empire's legions would make sweeping away these weak planets and their wills a piece of cake.

However, the Apocalypse Empire has deliberately slowed down and reduced the efficiency of its annexation of these inhabited planets.

After all, Huo Yuhao had another purpose this time, which was to use the Dragon Horse Galaxy to plant some hidden dangers in the Douluo God Realm. If they were to completely swallow it up without any concealment, it would not be so easy to take action against the God Realm again.

The angel beside him remained in a praying posture, not responding to the words of the God of Revelation.

"Hey, do you think we should split up? Our lord told us not to conquer these inhabited planets so quickly, and the energy we can get from conquering these planets is almost saturated."

"Continuing to devour will not benefit me, my warriors, or the space fortress itself, unless it is a large-scale devouring, using quantity to build up quality."

"Now I have a hundred god-level powerhouses under my command who have been granted divine power and transformed by me. The remaining powerhouses who did not reach god-level through this method are experimental subjects valued by the master, and they can independently forge their own path to godhood."

"There's no point in staying on these inhabited planets any longer. We might as well go and loot some resource-rich planets."

The angel god didn't even raise his head, replying indifferently, "The task our lord has given us is to complete the next phase of battlefield setup and attract the powerful beings from the Dragon Horse Galaxy to fight here. As for other matters, they are not things we need to worry about or consider."

God of Revelation: "Talking to you is really boring. The main problem is that plundering these planets is just a complete sweep. There's nowhere for me to do anything. I'd rather stay in the plane of the dead and watch the undead creatures slaughter and evolve."

As the God of Revelation complained, the undead construct in the central hub of the space fortress flashed with light. Both the God of Revelation and the Angel God knew that this was a sign that the spirit left behind by Huo Yuhao was about to gather.

Because he needed to control the operation of the entire space fortress, and to avoid being detected by the God Realm or other powerful beings, Huo Yuhao didn't divert much of his mental energy here. Every time he mobilized the space fortress, he had to distribute it all into it.

Only when this phase of destruction of a life-bearing planet is complete, as it is now, can it relax and return to its central core.

"Apocalypse's proposal is good." Huo Yuhao's voice echoed through the consciousness of the God of Apocalypse and the Angel God.

"Moreover, the power of the plane's origin and the souls of living beings are developing and enhancing your consciousness and emotions faster than I expected, which is a good sign."

"Yes, my lord." The God of Revelation respectfully knelt and bowed to Huo Yuhao, who was inside the undead construct before him.

"The space fortress no longer needs to launch proactive attacks. I will control it to relocate to the center of the radiation range of the Apocalypse Empire beacon, which has now been set up."

"Apocalypse, Angels, you should also send your divine incarnations to lead the warriors of the Apocalypse Empire to harvest all the resources on the resource planets within the beacon's radiation range. Do it according to the configuration used for administrative planets."

"Yes!" the God of Apocalypse responded excitedly. The more life-bearing planets were destroyed and annihilated, the richer the emotions contained in his primordial will, which was originally born from the souls of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

During this period, he was unable to take action, and all the battles he had seen were monotonous one-sided victories, which had long bored his newly formed will to the extreme. Now, he finally had a chance to show his skills, and it was even a suggestion he had made to his lord. How could he not be excited?

"Yes." The Angel God's response was calm and indifferent. For her, what she did was not important, because everything she had was dedicated to Huo Yuhao the moment she became a god. Her purpose in existence was to fulfill Huo Yuhao's will.

Moreover, because the power of belief has isolated the power of faith, the original image of the Angel God has been distorted by all living beings. The current Angel God does not care about the so-called positioning of justice and kindness. There is only one principle she needs to follow, which is to carry out the mission given to her by Huo Yuhao and God.

As the dimensional will above this dead star dissipated, the beacons belonging to the Apocalypse Empire stood once again. This time, the Angel God directly activated the power of all the beacons deployed in the Dragon Horse Galaxy at full power.

The immense power of faith was being consumed at an almost frantic rate. At the same time, the seven Death Stars occupied by the Apocalypse Empire were connected into a single entity under the combined effect of the beacon's positioning and the power of faith.

Just like the previous beacon, the power of rules emanating from this massive entity influenced and interfered with everything around it until it expanded to the point where it connected with several life-bearing planets in the Dragon Horse Galaxy, where the power of rules between the two sides clashed and then stopped.

At the same time, with the conflict of the power of the rules of two different star systems, a dark edge crack was created in the starry sky. Anyone who looks up from any planet in the Dragon Horse Star System can see this celestial rift that seems to stretch across the world.

"Alright, the preparations are complete. Now we just need to wait for the reactions of the powerful figures in the Dragon Horse Galaxy."

During this time, the massive space fortress devoured a large amount of the primordial energy and resources of inhabited planets.

This caused its already enormous size to expand even further. As it arrived at the center of the beacon's power radiation, it settled quietly, reflecting the beacon power that had been surging around it.

Covering even more distant stars, just like those seven dead stars, the space fortress seemed to have transformed into an eighth planet sleeping in deep space, remaining motionless and lifeless in the universe, devoid of any luster.

Only occasionally do a few mech units, like well-trained swarms of bees, leave and return; otherwise, it is difficult to detect any change in life from this cold mechanical fortress.

At this time, after a period of chaotic personnel relocation and resource integration, the newly established Tianlong Star and Longma Federation headquarters finally completed its establishment.

Meanwhile, the leaders and representatives of various races also arrived on Tianlong Star. After all, the resources had been integrated and, once the scientific research progressed, they would soon launch a full-scale war against the Tianqi Empire.

Ultimately, everyone is feeling uneasy right now, after all, the oppressive feeling that the Apocalypse Empire brings to them is truly overwhelming.

It should be noted that even when the former leader of the Heavenly Dragons swept across the entire Dragon Horse Galaxy alone, he never brought them such a strong sense of oppression.

After all, even though the Heavenly Dragon Chief's strength was indeed unparalleled at that time, his actions were not aimed at extermination.

Even if they suffered losses, all races, including the unruly eight-armed demon race, had to swallow their pride and accept it, because might makes right.

But this time, the Apocalypse Empire that attacked was completely unreasonable; destruction, destruction, and more destruction.

Even the ruthless, bloodthirsty, and murderous Eight-Armed Demon Clan had to say, when faced with the actions of the Apocalypse Empire, "You seem to be going a bit too far."

After all, the Eight-Armed Demon Clan is indeed inherently cruel, bloodthirsty, and murderous. They do not engage in production on their planet and obtain all the resources they use by plundering other races and planets.

But precisely because of this, no matter how outrageous their actions, the Eight-Armed Demon Clan would never exterminate a race or a planet; everyone knows that a one-off deal is unwise.

But what did the Apocalypse Empire do as soon as it arrived? Extermination, extermination, extermination, leaving you no room for negotiation or maneuvering.

In the conference room, this was already the umpteenth meeting between representatives and leaders of various races.

Unlike the first alliance, where the leaders of Pegasus and Dragon ruled in their own way.

In subsequent meetings, the various races engaged in a series of heated discussions about how to handle the conflict with the Apocalypse Empire and what to do, but ultimately no results were achieved.

The more they observed and the more intelligence they gathered, the more they understood that the Apocalypse Empire was indeed powerful, so powerful that it was almost unreasonable.

Honestly, given the strength of the Apocalypse Empire, if they were willing to take prisoners, probably 90% of the races present would have surrendered without a second thought.

After all, this is how it has been for so many years, ruled by the Eight-Armed Demon Clan, the Pegasus Clan, the Heavenly Dragon Clan, or by the powerful clans among the other ten major races.

Does it really matter who the boss is? As long as they can survive, that's all that matters. So they don't mind seeking refuge with the stronger in this world where strength reigns supreme to gain a living space.

Unfortunately, the Apocalypse Empire did not accept it.

"The last intelligence our forward spies brought back is that the Apocalypse Empire is mining vast amounts of resources on nearby resource planets, centered around the Death Star."

"The course of action adopted is no different from the previous attacks on administrative planets; it is destructive mining without any consideration for long-term, sustainable mining," the Sky Clan representative said with a grim expression.

Their race excels in spatial abilities and is the best spies, so naturally they took on the task of reconnaissance after the Federation was established.

Within the area radiated by the Apocalypse Empire's beacon, the Sky Clan's spatial abilities were severely suppressed, and it took several elite groups of soldiers dying to retrieve this information.

This also means that the Apocalypse Empire is prepared for a protracted war with their Dragon Horse Galaxy. In the short term, the resources obtained by the enemy's destructive mining may even exceed the resources that their various races mobilize every day.

After all, the federal government is too large, and there will naturally be delays in the transmission of information layer by layer, and it also takes time to gather resources.

"Furthermore, to be honest, even if we successfully reclaim a star field that has been exploited by the other side, it would probably be worthless. Moreover, with the extent of exploitation, it seems that the other side's sphere of influence is getting closer and closer to the area we control."

"These days, every single day, the Heavenly Rift hanging high in the starry sky has been constantly advancing, but we don't know when it will fall down."

The eyes of representatives of some races whose main habitats had been occupied and destroyed by the Apocalypse Empire were filled with despair.

Because of different racial habits, some unique resources necessary for the survival of a race can only be developed and obtained on the corresponding planets. Now that the resources of these planets have been destroyed by the Apocalypse Empire, their race will inevitably face extinction.

"Heavenly Dragon Chief, Heavenly Horse Chief, we can't wait any longer." A rough voice rang out; it was the patriarch of the Eight-Armed Demon Clan.

"If this drags on any longer, the Apocalypse Empire's strength will become even more terrifying. In any case, we must gather our forces and make a charge. At the very least, we must reclaim some territory or at least stop their advance."

"Yes, yes, the speed at which this thing in the sky is moving is absurd. Many of our people are in a state of panic." Other races echoed in agreement.

The Pegasus Chief's gaze remained calm, while the Pegasus Chief stood up and said, "Alright, there's no need to discuss this further. We'll wait until the latest warship model is developed before making any arrangements. Do you really think we're qualified to stop them with our current strength?"

"Eight-Armed Demon Clan Chief, if you are confident, you can go and test the other party yourself. However, I advise you not to go in your true form. I don't want to see my Dragon Horse Galaxy lose a great general."

"..." The patriarch of the Eight-Armed Demon Clan's face darkened. "Hmph, I don't need your reminder. I will give it a try myself."

And so, just like every meeting in the past few days, this meeting ended without any results and on bad terms.

"So, are the people in the Dragon-Horse Galaxy all playing dead? Why don't you hurry up and attack so I can have some fun?" At the outermost edge of the Apocalypse Empire's beacon radiation zone, the true form of the God of Apocalypse gazed at the distant galaxy, speaking with some impatience. (End of Chapter)