novelTele Chapter 347 Tearing apart the mother planet for fuel, this one shot will send your Zhang family home
Chapter 347 Tearing apart the mother planet for fuel, this one shot will send your Zhang family home
The enormous, all-encompassing hand slammed down.
Lu Sheng charged straight at the gesture, his black and gold dragon claws drawing a dark arc as they cut into the palm formed from the remnants of stars.
Click.
The moment the claw touched the palm, it felt like striking emptiness rather than flesh.
The force penetrates, spreads, and dissipates.
No trace was left.
The "Shepherd" withdrew its hand. The wound on its palm closed within three breaths, and the black scales snapped shut again without any further reaction, as if it had been attacked not by itself, but by a drop of seawater.
Lu Sheng hovered in front of it, his black dragon wings fanning out a wave of air to maintain his hovering posture.
He frowned for the first time.
That claw strike just now was imbued with the power of four elements: eclipse black flames, remnants of an ancient god's core, angelic holy light, and abyssal corruption. On Earth, that would be a single-target attack capable of flattening an entire mountain range.
When this thing lands on you, it doesn't even cause an itch.
The "Immortal Qin Military Canon" flew out of his storage space. The ancient scroll was turned to the last few sections, and golden seal script floated before his eyes:
[Shepherd - Core Mechanism: The main body and the fleet's psionic network form a symbiotic closed loop. Individual damage will be compensated by the fleet's energy in real time. Theoretical lethal threshold: At any given moment, 93% of the fleet's total psionic energy reserves must be instantly destroyed for the main body to suffer irreversible death.]
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[Records of the Thirteenth Legion of the Immortal Qin's battles against the Shepherds: Ineffective, ineffective, ineffective, ineffective. Final conclusion: The total spiritual energy reserves are insufficient to reach the aforementioned threshold; it is recommended to abandon a direct confrontation.]
Scrolling down further, the handwriting changed; it was messy and illegible, as if it had been left on the ground by someone on their deathbed.
[Final Solution: Return to Nothingness.]
[Loading conditions: Use the complete life essence of a mature planet as fuel to activate the superstring annihilation cannon beneath the Xianqin flagship's anchor point. Effective coverage radius: seventeen astronomical units. Indiscriminate.]
Lu Sheng stared at the three words "indiscriminate" for a second.
The solar system is about two astronomical units in diameter. Extending outwards, the Earth, the Moon, the Sun, and the solar system itself are all within its range.
Fuel demand is the lifeblood of an entire planet.
There is only one answer.
He closed the book.
The "Shepherd" hovered in the distance, its enormous compound eye silently watching him, without curiosity or anxiety, only a kind of indifference as if examining a specimen. The insect crawled into the glass tank; he just had to wait for it to finish its fuss.
Golden light condensed around Lu Sheng.
The illusory image of the calico cat was much thinner than before. Its last remaining vestige of will, after its source was exhausted, swayed in the pitch-black vacuum.
"You've finished reading it."
It's not a question.
"I've finished watching it."
"Then you know what to do." In the calico cat's pupils, which reflected the star map, something shone one last time before burning out. "Although my origin is almost exhausted, injecting my remaining will into the Void can increase the conversion efficiency of life origin by three times. With the spiritual energy from everyone on Ascension Island as a supplement, it can barely reach the minimum fuel requirement."
"Are you willing to die?" Lu Sheng turned his head to the side.
"This planet was destined for destruction." The illusory image of the calico cat raised its paw and pointed towards Blue Star. "The essence of billions of lives is more than enough to satisfy the remnants of the Immortal Qin. This is the optimal solution."
Lu Sheng remained silent.
He paused for three seconds, then reached out and grabbed the calico cat phantom by the scruff of its neck.
The cat's body made a sizzling sound as it dissipated in my palm.
Lu Sheng looked down at it. In its black, star-like eyes, there was no pity, only an extremely fierce possessiveness, as plain as a blank sheet of paper.
"My ranch," he said softly, so softly it could barely be heard in a vacuum, "can only be destroyed by my own hands."
"It's not your place to decide for me."
He let go.
The calico cat's phantom drifted back to its original spot, the last glimmer of light in its eyes extinguished, replaced by something deeper than silence.
Lu Sheng turned his head, his gaze passing over the "Shepherd" and landing in the distance.
The stargate fragment within his body—the one torn from the chest of an ancient god—stored the coordinates of all the expeditions of the Thirteenth Legion of the Celestial Qin Empire. This included an address marked "abandoned":
The Reaper's homeworld.
Military Manual Notes: It has been confirmed that this is the final stage of the abyss energy erosion, with ecological collapse and less than three percent of the life essence remaining. It is recommended that this coordinate be abandoned.
Almost exhausted.
Not completely exhausted.
Lu Sheng patted open the fabric of his robe and pressed it against the nebula-like imperial rune. The power of the solar eclipse began to flow in reverse, converging from his limbs, bones, and every meridian towards the center of the imperial rune. The fragments of the star gate spun rapidly within his body, generating a bone-scorching heat from the friction.
He poured all the high-dimensional energy he had accumulated from devouring the remnants of ancient gods, angels, and emperors into it.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
not enough.
He looked up at the illusory image of the calico cat.
"Lend me your last bit of remaining essence for one second."
The phantom remained silent for a moment.
"What are you going to do?"
"Ask if it's enough for you."
"...not enough to activate the Ruins of Return."
"I didn't say to activate the Void Return." Lu Sheng spat out the blood in his mouth. "Just enough for one second is fine."
The calico cat stopped talking.
It all scattered.
Golden light points surged into Lu Sheng's body like an avalanche. The life essence carried by the planet's will was purer than Lu Sheng had anticipated—the moon trembled the moment it pierced the Star Gate Emperor Mark.
The void is torn apart.
It wasn't a small opening; it was a wormhole spanning billions of kilometers and as thick as a continent, which was forcibly torn open.
At the other end of the cave entrance was a dark red planet.
There were no clouds, no atmosphere, and no trace of any living creature. The surface was covered with black festering sores left by the erosion of the abyss, and every few seconds an entire continent would crack open and fall into its own gravitational pull.
It is disintegrating on its own.
The Shepherd's compound eyes turned toward the wormhole entrance for the first time.
Lu Sheng reached one hand into the wormhole and gripped the gravitational current passing through the opening tightly, causing the spinal dragon to vibrate from its cervical spine to its tailbone.
"Come!"
He dragged that decaying, dark red planet across the wormhole like a radish.
A colossal object, three times the diameter of Earth, traveled billions of kilometers to appear at the edge of the solar system.
Gravitational distortion. The entire asteroid belt tilts towards it, like iron filings rushing towards a magnet.
For the first time, a flicker appeared in the "Shepherd's" compound eyes.
That's its home planet.
The home planet has already rotted.
Ignoring its reaction, Lu Sheng turned and plunged into the moon's interior. One hand clung tightly to the planet's gravitational anchor, while the other plunged into the lunar strata, extending deeper into the moon.
The anchor point coordinates in the military manual: the south pole of the moon, 8,000 kilometers underground.
When I touched it, it was a black rhomboid crystal, three meters in diameter, formed by the compression of regular energy.
It is engraved with four seal characters.
Return to the ruins.
Lu Sheng directly smashed the gravitational anchor of that decaying planet onto the crystal.
The moment they made contact, the crystals were like a ignited powder keg. The moon began to melt from the inside out, and every rock, every metal pipe, and every skeleton of the remaining terracotta warrior was transformed into energy and fed into the cannon barrel of the Ruins.
The Reaper's home planet, carrying less than three percent of the original life force and billions of years of resentment accumulated from the abyss's erosion, was compressed into a singularity the size of a basketball.
"Use trash to clean up trash."
Lu Sheng closed his eyes for a second.
Guixu, fire the cannons.
There is no sound in a vacuum.
But that light was real.
It is not light, but something that subverts light. Wherever it passes, space is not destroyed, but rather it never existed.
The towering figure of the "Shepherd," along with two-thirds of the bronze fleet behind it, was erased from the cosmic ledger the instant the rays made contact.
There was no explosion, and no debris.
There was nothing left in that area.
The light dissipated. The solar system returned to its deathly darkness.
Lu Sheng floated up from the lunar ruins and landed on a floating rock fragment.
The moon is gone. The cannon barrel shattered after firing; that's normal.
About a third of the remaining bronze fleet remained stationary, motionless. This is how a puppet without a mastermind behaves.
He took out a spirit crystal core, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and replenished some of his depleted energy.
A horrified tremor came from Dao Yi's spiritual connection.
"Island Master...the Moon..."
"That's all." Lu Sheng was too lazy to explain. "Have someone record the changes in the tide data. The waves will be quite abnormal in the next few months."
"……yes."
The communication went silent.
Lu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the giant wormhole at the edge of the solar system that was not yet fully closed.
It is shrinking. But after shrinking, it leaves a very clear crease.
Any being that possesses higher-dimensional perception can trace this fold to pinpoint the starting point—and the essence of the force that controls it.
He single-handedly opened a wormhole spanning billions of kilometers and precisely located an alien star using stargate coordinates.
Only two kinds of beings can do this:
The terminal left behind by Xianqin.
Alternatively, a controller at the level of rancher or higher.
Seven astronomical units away, in some deep space, a faint sensory wave illuminated, pointing towards the solar system.
It is not a remnant of the Reaper fleet.
It was something further away; I turned around.
Lu Sheng glanced in that direction, then looked away and looked down at the "Immortal Qin Military Manual" in his hand.
The last page is blank.
Only in the corner, a line of small words drawn with finger blood:
There is no other way; you must walk on your own.
Lu Sheng closed the book.
The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.
"Don't worry," he said in a very low voice, pointing to a direction that had completely disappeared, "the path I walk is never called a path."