Great, we're doomed now!

shuh~

Golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, and the seemingly all-consuming source of darkness was as fragile as paper under the radiance of the golden holy sword, and was instantly cleaved without any suspense.

Continuing downwards, it struck directly at the body of the god Kirielod—

laugh!

The moment the energy sphere exploded, a blinding light swept across the entire Kuiper Belt!

The once continuous asteroid belt was abruptly severed by the residual power of the holy sword, creating a wide vacuum passage in its center. Countless asteroids were either blasted away by the energy shockwave or shattered completely—the entire Kuiper Belt was thus divided into two sections, becoming a permanent mark in the solar system.

Chapter 388: It's just something to fool children! (4.5K)

In the ruins of the city, the last warrior of the Kirielod race, [Face Changer], knelt on one knee in the pile of rubble. His chest was covered with cracks, and even the skeletal structure of his head was twisted. The pattern of half crying and half smiling made him look even more eerie, and a large amount of blue flame ions kept overflowing from the damaged areas.

Tiga, Darramb, and Lucifer surrounded it in a triangular formation, staring at each other as they launched another attack. [Face Change] barely managed to raise his hand to block, but Darramb delivered a powerful punch to his back, causing his knees to buckle and slam heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough... You think you can win like this?"

It coughed up black tissue fragments, seemingly confident despite being at its wit's end.

"It doesn't matter if this physical body is destroyed, our spirits will surely return to the embrace of God, you cannot truly kill us... Hmm?"

It suddenly raised its head, its eyes flashing with wild joy: "Ahhh, can you feel it? That dark power! It's so powerful!"

My god… the god Kirieloid has descended!

It suddenly straightened its back and laughed arrogantly despite being covered in blood: "A bunch of laughable warriors of light, mere puppets of justice!"

When the gods bring down their punishment, you will all turn into dust in the universe!

Earth, and humanity, will all become sacrifices for our ascent to the summit!

The three of them paused, and simultaneously looked up at the sky—

Indeed, a dense dark force was rapidly approaching Earth from space, soon entering the Earth-Moon orbit and bursting into the atmosphere with unstoppable force, enveloping the entire city with a chilling sense of oppression.

boom!

A dazzling fireball streaked across the sky, trailing a long, azure tail of flame. As it sped faster and faster, the air seemed to boil and the ground temperature rose sharply.

"coming!"

[Change of expression] He excitedly waved his arms, completely ignoring the pain on his body, his eyes fixed on the fire meteor, from which he could clearly sense the aura of "god".

"Witness! Your destruction is the coronation ceremony of the gods!"

boom--!

A fiery meteor crashed into the center of the battlefield, and azure flames exploded instantly, sending a thick pillar of fire soaring into the sky!

"This is!" The Ultramen all retreated, their expressions becoming solemn.

"Could it be..."

Call ~

The scorching heatwave swept outwards, hurling away rubble and building debris.

A gigantic face vaguely emerged from the flames—it was the hideous and evil face of the god Kirieloid!

Its outline is similar to "Face Change," but it carries a stronger dark aura.

[Face Change] Overjoyed, just about to bow in greeting, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and the fervor in his eyes was instantly replaced by horror:

Within the pillar of flames, the "face of the god" suddenly shook violently, as it was gripped tightly by a silver hand!

The azure flames dissipated like bubbles, and a tall figure slowly emerged from them—

Ultraman Bayeri, entirely silver-white, holds the head of the god Kirieloid in his hand, with flames still lingering on his fingertips!

Dark energy surged futilely at the severed neck, but could no longer coalesce into a cohesive form.

Ye Shou was surrounded by a faint golden light, the timer on his chest flashed steadily, his eyes were calm but carried an undeniable majesty, and he scanned the surroundings before turning his gaze to the last Kirieloid.

He walked up to [Face Change], casually tossed the divine head to the ground. The head struck the ground with a dull thud, and the physical form transformed into black energy, dissipating like a tide.

“God… Your Majesty…” [Face Changes] trembled all over, his previous arrogance vanished, and the lines on his face, half crying and half laughing, were now filled with extreme fear. “This is impossible! How could you kill my god?!”

It was only at this moment that it realized that its spiritual connection with the "god" and the other people of its race had been completely severed... Before, it had actually regarded Ye Shou as a "god"!

Am I...am I the last one?

Bayeli did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, and a golden blade of light condensed in his palm.

"Wait a moment!"

Fear overwhelmed everything; [Face Change] raised his hand: "I choose to vote—"

Clang!

The raging wind whipped up dust in the twilight, and even the last demon was consumed by the flames.

……

From deep space, Jupiter looks like a barren wasteland, its surface covered with withered yellow rock layers and desert. Sparse, gray-black clouds drift slowly through the atmosphere, unable to conceal the cracks spreading across the surface... These are giant rift valleys, each at least a thousand kilometers long.

No matter how you look at it, it is a barren and hopeless land devoid of any hope.

If you actually lived there for a while, you would realize that the surface environment is far more severe than it appears from space!

The wind howls past, whipping up sand and gravel, and often stirs up dust storms. The exposed rock layers are riddled with holes by the wind that has never stopped for thousands of years, and the air is filled with pungent industrial waste gas.

Boom! Boom!

Mobile cities, pieced together from heavy factories, move slowly across the desert, their massive tracks leaving deep gullies as they grind across the ground.

These mobile cities are both production bases and survival fortresses. They search for scarce minerals and water resources, avoid sudden sandstorms and crustal cracks that may form at any time, and struggle to survive on the surface.

However, the people living in these cities are not the Muzhen aliens, but slaves they have captured or purchased from all over the universe.

Their home planet was once a beautiful place, after all, a star that could nurture intelligent life. If it had been so barren from the beginning, the ecological balance would not have been able to support a civilization.

The Jupiter aliens were lucky because they mastered the technology of warp drive before they ran out of resources on their home planet, so they were not trapped in their star system.

After entering space, they were able to obtain resources from elsewhere, but they did not turn back to repair their home planet.

The reason is also very simple:

not worth it.

Healing is far more difficult than killing, and the people of Muzhen Star know this all too well.

The resources required to repair a planet far outweigh the future gains, and since they no longer depend on a single planet, they decided to give up.

Based on the principle of making use of waste, they built mobile cities on their home planet and used them as super-large "stages".

Whenever two mobile cities meet, the slaves living in them naturally understand what needs to be done—fight!

The planet's surface resources are finite, and they can only survive by plundering each other.

After the dust settles, the victor will receive an encrypted signal from the orbital spaceport, followed by an airdrop of protein cubes and clean water—the championship reward they earned with their blood.

In the orbit of this planet, several giant spaceports and space cities float, their open metal structures unfolding like spider webs, completely enveloped by pale blue energy shields. Inside, lush vegetation and flowing artificial rivers are faintly visible, forming a stark contrast to the desolation outside.

The orbital spaceports of the Muzhen aliens never interfere in the battles on the surface. They only appreciate the struggles of intelligent life in desperate situations, and every drop of blood that soaks the desert brings them extraordinary pleasure.

If they could dye all the grains of sand red, the Wood-Pearl Star People would have completed their greatest artistic masterpiece in thousands of years!

A group of staff members are responsible for screening "goods". Every three months, a shuttle will land at the airport to select strong or special people from the survivors of the defeated city. Occasionally, high-ranking officials will give special selection criteria... and then they will be brought back to the airport.

These chosen people will not be saved, but will instead become the "prey" of the nobles of the planet Muzhen.

...On the gloomy airport plaza, the metallic floor reflected a cold light, and hundreds of slaves were roughly driven and gathered together.

"Reach your hand in." The guard in the black uniform pointed his energy gun at the man's back.

The man with tentacles on his forehead hesitated before extending his right hand. As soon as he touched the flexible metal inside the machine, a piercing pain spread along his arm, as if countless tiny needles were pricking his nerves!

He couldn't help but cry out in pain, curling up, but the guard held him down tightly... A few minutes later, the pain gradually subsided, and he trembled as he pulled his hand back, only to find a silver bracelet on his wrist. The inside of the bracelet was pressed against his skin, and he felt a faint burning sensation.

...Hundreds of such slaves experienced the same torment in front of the machines, each wearing a mask as they were driven to the open-air plaza in the center of the airport.

Children were grouped into one category, young men and women into another, and the elderly and infirm into a third, but there were also groups of different ages and genders mixed together—depending on which category the nobles who ordered the goods preferred.

They would be packed into different types of hibernation pods, pre-released into space by spaceships, and then their coordinates would be sent to the participating nobles, thus beginning the hunt.

The little boy, Kam, who looked exactly like an Earthling, clutched his mother's clothes, his fingertips turning white from the force.

The silver bracelet on his wrist had just been applied, and it still stung a little. His big eyes were full of unease as he stared intently at his mother's expression, then looked somewhat bewildered at her tear-streaked face.

His instincts made him angry... but he didn't know what had happened.

In his other hand he held a crudely carved wooden doll, so dark that its exact appearance was impossible to discern, but it seemed to be a very beloved toy to him.

"Let him go! He's just a child!" The mother suddenly shielded Kam behind her, her thin body blocking the guards, her hoarse voice filled with despair.

Beneath his tattered clothes, bruises from the beatings he had sustained while resisting remained on his arms.

"Get in the way!" The guard frowned impatiently and swung his arm to pull him away.

"The theme of this hunting event is [Cubs], so you old woman, get out of the way!"

The mother, however, clung tightly to Kam's waist with both arms as if she were a drowning person grasping at a straw, her nails almost digging into her son's flesh.

“Kam, don’t be afraid! Mom is here!” She said urgently to her son, tears mingling with sweat as they fell to the ground. “No one can take you away!”

Kam trembled with fear, but clung tightly to his mother's neck: "Mom! I don't want to go! I want to stay with you!"

The surrounding slaves all lowered their heads, and no one dared to step forward to dissuade them. They could only pray silently with their hands clasped together.

Enraged, the guard raised his foot and kicked Ella hard in the stomach.

The heavy military boots landed with a whoosh, and my mother groaned as her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the metal railing.

A mouthful of blue blood gushed from the corner of her mouth. She struggled to get up, but her spine seemed to be broken, and she could only lie helplessly on the ground.

In the blurry vision, all that could be seen was the guard roughly tearing Kam's hand away and dragging the screaming little boy toward the hibernation pod with its rocky outer shell.

"Mom—!" Kam's cries were heart-wrenching.

slap~

The wooden carving fell onto the metal floor with a crisp sound, and was then broken by the falling military boots!

"Ok?"

The Wood-Pure Starman lowered his head, lifted his foot to look, stared blankly for a moment, and then suddenly let out a sneer.