The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 483 Friendship
Li Ang took a step forward.

The karmic fire red lotus ignited from under his feet, and as the body feathered, a prehistoric beast with a head like an ape and a white head and bare feet appeared on the spot.

It was Zhu Yan.

Roar!
The giant ape-man stood up, slapped his chest angrily, and roared violently in the pitch-black universe. The endless vacuum zero-point energy was poured into its huge body like crazy.

After giving up the balance of gains and losses, Zhu Yan's way of extracting energy without considering any consequences was so ferocious and crazy that it even made the entire vacuum tidal energy sea tremble.

On the Xandar flagship, the centurion, who saw everything in the distance with the help of the superluminal horizon monitoring instrument, said with difficulty: "That is"

"...the last barrier of the earth."

The female Prime Minister of the Xandar Nova Corps added the second half of the sentence, her eyes narrowed into a slit, "Leave it alone, it is the prey of the three empires, and we don't need to come forward.

What's more, there are five hundred light-years between us."

Before she finished speaking, the female prime minister caught a glimpse of the stunned expressions on the faces of the centurion and other Nova Corps soldiers.

She subconsciously looked towards the center of the screen, and saw Zhu Yan's pair of thick arms tearing apart in the void, tearing out a huge unstable wormhole.

This giant wormhole is just a temporary creation, and its energy comes from the vacuum zero-point energy provided by Leon, rather than the more stable star energy (Dr. With the assistance of the Chitauri army on the other side of the cave, the two sides should cooperate internally and externally to stabilize the wormhole.)
This makes the wormhole spin rapidly like a vortex, and there seems to be a furious and violent lightning storm moving slowly in the pitch-black wormhole, like the pupil of a giant life.

Zhu Yan stepped into it without hesitation, the wormhole closed suddenly, and the next moment the giant ape fell directly from the position above a certain alien ship,
With a bang, Zhu Yan slammed into the ship's deck, and her scarlet feet pierced through the indestructible alloy deck, deeply embedded in the ship's internal armor.

The sharp siren rang through the entire ship in a very short time, and within a few seconds, all the gun turrets on the outside of the ship turned their barrels towards the giant ape.

"Fire!"

A civilized officer in the ship's command bridge forced himself to calm down, pressed the communication button, and roared hoarsely.

boom!boom!boom!
In the cold and cold vacuum, many, long and thick barrels played war songs, lasers, plasmas, solid missiles, and even gravitational bombs, as if they didn't want money, and blasted towards Zhu Yan.

No matter could survive such an attack, even a whole planet would melt into a gooey mass, let alone a mere ape? !

The commander hypnotized himself as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and went crazy. However, those senior officers around him who were also qualified enough to receive news from the three empires were not so optimistic.

This extraordinary person can act as the last barrier of the earth. If it weren't for him, why would the three empires have to summon a large number of younger brothers to stand on the field to fill the crowd?Wouldn't it be good to call it a day by launching a beyond-visual-range strike directly outside the line-of-sight?
This question lingered in most people's minds, and the question was not answered until the monitoring facilities inside the ship were finally able to penetrate the dense smoke caused by the bombing and see the scene clearly.

Whether it's lasers, plasma, or gravitational bombs, none of them can directly touch Zhu Yan's hair—layers of space folds cover Zhu Yan's body like a robe.

It is most honorable to learn and apply now. Since the three empires can hand over the space fold cloak to Hela, it is no problem for Li Ang to borrow this idea to make a whole set of cloaks for himself.

Once all the means of killing enter the folded cloak of space, it is like being caught in a slow motion picture, unable to continue the high-speed movement just now.

Zhu Yan, who ignored all the attacks, smiled indifferently, and waved his huge furry palm, as if scratching an itch, lightly flicking away some lasers, plasmas, and even gravitational bombs.

Inside the spaceship, all the crew members were stupefied, what, what's the matter?What about being evenly matched?A formidable opponent who can't even break the defense!

Inside the command bridge, a certain civilized officer gritted his teeth with hatred. He looked at the giant Zhuyan monster that was about the size of the spaceship in the projection, and muttered to himself: "Fuck"

Suddenly, the officer seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly yelled at the correspondent beside him: "What are you still doing, send a distress signal!"

The correspondent hurriedly came back to his senses, slammed his palm on the button in front of the table, and shouted into the microphone: "This is the Anaheim Civilization Fleet, we have been attacked, the coordinates are 118.11.55 752.16.21,

Repeat, we were attacked at coordinates 118.11.55 752.16.21,

Need support, need support! "

The correspondents used the communication channels set up by the three empires during the Demon Slaying Order operation.

Logically speaking, if one side of the coalition army is in trouble, all parties should support it, but no matter how loud the communicator shouts, the communication channel is still dead silent.

"what happened?!"

The soldiers on the bridge were at a loss, but the commanding officer immediately came to his senses.

Everyone knows that this demon-slaying order launched by the three empires is so vast that it is impossible for the weak and small earth to resist. The only obstacle is this individual life with extraordinary power.

As long as this individual life can be resolved, or even the mechanism of the extraordinary power of this individual life needs to be figured out, there is no possibility of the Demon Slaughter Order failing.

The entire coalition is composed of thousands of civilizations, and the opponent has only one person.

When manpower is exhausted, if you only pay the price of one or several civilized fleets, you can analyze the source of the extraordinary power of the individual's life, and you can find a way to kill the opponent with one blow.

Therefore, for the vast majority of civilized fleets, when friendly forces are attacked by the opponent, the best way is not to support them immediately, but to wait and see and evaluate them, so as to reduce the possibility of their own destruction and increase the possibility of victory in the battle .

To protect oneself and seek opportunities, this is the common idea of ​​all coalition forces of civilizations.

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The commander looked at the unmoving "friendly troops" in the superluminal horizon monitor, and a sad smile flashed across his face, "All civilizations are cannon fodder used to explore the way, and cannon fodder should have the ideological awareness of being sacrificed."
Those guys from the Three Great Empires want to use us as cannon fodder, those bastards."

After all, he still couldn't finish his words, Li Ang's Zhu Yan grinned, bowed down, hugged the entire shuttle-shaped spaceship like a child holding a life-sized doll,
Then, the giant ape slammed hard, pouring out hundreds of millions of tons of force, forcibly squeezing the shuttle-shaped spaceship made of superalloy into a flat strip.

The spaceship could no longer maintain its original shape. Countless alloy fragments floated in space, and occasionally one or two dead bodies floated out of the gap in the flat spaceship, and were quickly frozen into lumps of ice under the strangulation of the vacuum.

Zhu Yan grabbed the flat wreckage of the spaceship that was almost as tall as himself in an extremely savage manner. Like a baker rolling dough, he rolled the wreckage of the alloy material into a ball, and then kneaded it vigorously with his hands, kneading it into a ball. Small balls.

This alloy iron ball was made by a mothership of an intermediate civilization. It was of extremely high quality, filled with countless metals and flesh, and only occupied a very small part of its volume.

Holding the ball in his palm, Zhu Yan weighed it, snorted (') dissatisfied, and took another step forward.

Many civilizations in the Milky Way galaxy who have already seen the brutal scene here through the superluminal horizon monitor dare to neglect, a good flagship of an intermediate civilization in the Milky Way, let Zhu Yan rub it into an iron lump.

If you don't want to die, then you'd better be [-]% cautious.

The moment Zhu Yan stepped forward, almost all the ships of civilizations participating in the Demon Slaughter Order activated their conventional engines and curvature engines, ready to run across the stars at any time, for fear that Zhu Yan would find him.

After all, it's great to watch your allies get attacked, but it's not so good when you're being attacked yourself.

On this point, all coalition forces once again reached a consensus
However, Zhu Yan would not give them more opportunities.

The white-headed and bare-footed giant ape held an iron lump in his hand, and with the help of a curvature engine and a temporary wormhole, he once again caught up with a coalition fleet.

Zhu Yan, who owns the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, will always be a bit faster than those star-leaping fleets, and in the interstellar war, being faster means an absolute advantage.

Holding the iron lump in his hand, Zhu Yan jumped to the sky above the ship and smashed it down hard, directly smashing the ship's energy shield and creating a huge scar in the alloy hull.

Afterwards, it did the same thing, turning the ship into an iron lump and mixing it with the original one.

Zhu Yan kept repeating the process of "jumping—killing—kneading into a ball" in space. After a few breaths, the iron lump in its hand was already taller than its body.

"It can't go on like this."

The female prime minister of the Xandar Nova Legion had a gloomy face, and she said in a deep voice on the bridge: "His transition speed should always be faster, if you don't find the pattern, just watch him slaughter allies like this, sooner or later death will be our turn .”

"You mean, do you want other civilizations to abandon their prejudices and besiege him together?" The centurion asked: "Let's not talk about whether each civilization will be greedy for life and fear death. The planners of this operation, the three empires, have No next order issued yet, they didn't even show up with the fleet in person
Even if we are regarded by them as cannon fodder for pure consumption, we still have some value in dying."

The female prime minister was silent. She raised her head and was about to say something, but she saw in the picture that the white-headed, barefoot giant ape stopped leaping and hunting, and was hovering in space, holding the big iron ball up and down.

"What is he doing?" The female prime minister frowned.

"He" said the centurion uncertainly: "It seems that he is making that lump of iron ball into the shape of a stick?"

(End of this chapter)