F-12 Theater, the "meat grinder" defense line.

This is the most brutal place on the entire imperial front.

The earth had long been stained a dark purple by blood and the bodily fluids of monsters. The air was perpetually filled with a nauseating stench of gunpowder, decay, and burnt matter.

The remnants of the Imperial Twelfth Ironblood Legion, along with millions of clone soldiers, have been fighting here for a full month against countless monsters.

The trenches were filled in and then dug up again, dug up and then filled in again. The positions were lost and then recaptured, recaptured and then lost again.

The soldiers had become numb.

In their eyes, there was neither fear nor hope. Only the most primal, mechanical, fighting instinct remained.

Legion Commander Zhao Tianyu, leaning on a broken giant axe, knelt amidst the ruins of the command post, panting heavily. His power armor was tattered, his left arm severed at the shoulder, blood dripping continuously from the wound.

His personal guards lay scattered around him.

They are the last line of defense.

Before them, a dark, mountain-like tide of demons slowly advanced.

This time, leading the charge was a much larger "Heavy Armored Deinonychus." They were over five meters tall and covered in bony plates comparable to the armor of a warship; even a heavy gauss cannon could only leave a white mark on them.

Behind them are thousands of "corrosion spitters" that can spray a highly acidic liquid that can melt even the strongest alloy bunkers in seconds.

The sky was obscured by countless gargoyles and "Void Leviathans," whose bone spears and shadow energy orbs rained down relentlessly like hailstones.

“It’s over…” A bitter despair showed in Zhao Tianyu’s eyes.

He had used up his last bullet.

There were no more reinforcements behind him.

He slowly raised the broken axe in his hand, preparing for his final battle.

However, at this very moment...

A golden light appeared without warning at the very center of the battlefield.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an indescribable warmth and majesty, instantly dispelling the suffocating gloom that shrouded the battlefield.

All the creatures that were fighting, roaring, and going mad, whether human or demon, stopped moving at this moment.

They looked up and saw that figure, like a god, slowly descending.

Lin Feng.

He was still wearing that simple white linen robe, barefoot, hovering three meters above the ground. His body was spotless, completely out of place in this bloody and filthy battlefield.

His appearance made time seem to stand still.

“That…that is…” Zhao Tianyu’s pupils trembled violently; he couldn’t believe his eyes.

"It's...it's Your Majesty..."

"God... has descended..."

After a brief moment of stunned silence, all the surviving Imperial soldiers erupted in a near-manic, hysterical ecstasy. They threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and worshipped the golden figure, tears streaming down their faces.

That is their god.

He is the creator and guardian of the empire.

He finally arrived.

The demon army also experienced a brief commotion.

The lowly demons, faced with Lin Feng's vast and boundless divine power, let out uneasy growls and instinctively retreated.

The high-ranking demon commanders sensed a deadly threat emanating from Lin Feng that sent shivers down their spines. This threat was a hundred times more terrifying than that of the "Despair" Heavenly King Uriel, whom they had once faced!

"Kill...kill him!!"

A demon overlord standing atop a heavily armored dinosaur suppressed his fear and let out a sharp roar.

It doesn't believe that anyone in this world can fight against the entire demon army by themselves!

"roar!!!"

Following the warlord's order, tens of thousands of heavily armored dinosaurs, with heavy strides, charged towards Lin Feng like dozens of moving hills!

The earth roared violently under their trampling!

Facing this overwhelming torrent of steel capable of crushing everything, Lin Feng's face remained expressionless.

He simply and slowly raised his right hand.

Then, gently press down.

"Kneel down."

He uttered two words.

The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to contain the laws of the universe, a divine decree.

The next second.

A scene that terrified all the demons unfolded.

Rumble!

Tens of thousands of rampaging, arrogant, heavily armored Deinonychus were crushed by an invisible mountain that descended from the sky!

Their robust limbs, strong enough to withstand artillery fire, snapped inch by inch in an instant! Their incredibly hard heads were slammed into the ground by an irresistible force!

None of them could resist.

Not one was spared.

At the same time, tens of thousands of heavily armored dinosaurs were forced to their knees by Lin Feng using telekinesis in the most humiliating way!

The earth was blasted into huge craters by their bodies.

They howled and struggled in the pit, but couldn't even lift their heads.

The entire battlefield was completely silent.

The demon overseer standing on the back of the dinosaur was thrown off in a sorry state by the mount's sudden kneeling. He stared dumbfounded at the miraculous scene before him, his mind blank.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at the "ragtag soldiers" kneeling on the ground.

His gaze swept towards the rear of the demonic tide, towards the "Corrosion Spitters" that were constantly spewing corrosive liquid.

"noisy."

He uttered two more words.

This time, he simply clenched his fist lightly.

Buzz—

An invisible, high-frequency oscillating wave of telekinetic energy spread out instantly from him.

The bodies of those "corrosive spitters" suddenly stiffened.

Then, a teeth-grinding, crunching sound began to emanate from inside their bodies.

Their internal organs, their bones, their flesh and blood were instantly decomposed and pulverized under that high-frequency telekinetic resonance!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Thousands upon thousands of "corrosive spitters," like flesh-and-blood balloons detonated from the inside, exploded simultaneously into plumes of foul-smelling blood mist that filled the sky.

One move, and just one move.

The demon race's ranged units were completely wiped out.

"Now, it's the sky's turn."

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the sky-covering flying monster legion composed of gargoyles and "Void Leviathans".

He stretched out his index finger and gently drew a line towards the sky.

An invisible dividing line was drawn in the void.

This dividing line extends infinitely upwards and to both sides at a speed exceeding the speed of light.

Wherever it passed, space was neatly sliced ​​apart.

The shrieking flying monsters hovering in the air suddenly froze in their tracks.

Then, their bodies were neatly and smoothly split in two from the middle.

Neither hard bones nor thick scales are as fragile as tofu in the face of that invisible "blade of space".

There was no explosion, no screams.

Only, silent, orderly, death.

Thousands upon thousands of monster corpses, cut in half, fell from the sky like rain, piling up into several mountains of corpses.

In an instant, the sky returned to the clear, bright state of dawn.

The sun shone again on this land.

It splashed onto Zhao Tianyu's face, which was completely petrified.

It was sprinkled on the eyes of all the surviving Imperial soldiers, eyes filled with fanaticism and worship.

It also spilled onto the eyes of the surviving demons, eyes filled with endless fear and despair.

Three minutes.

In just three minutes.

Lin Feng simply raised his hand, clenched his fist, and made a finger movement.

They slaughtered the entire demon army, a force that had kept the Twelfth Ironblood Legion at bay for a month and was capable of destroying a civilization.

This is no longer a war.

This is the divine being cleaning up a bunch of unsightly insects.

"No...impossible...this...what kind of power is this..." The surviving demon overseer collapsed to the ground, incoherent, with a foul-smelling liquid flowing from his crotch.

Lin Feng's gaze finally fell on it.

That gaze was indifferent, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

It's like a human looking at an ant at their feet.

"Can you tell me where your stronghold is?"

Lin Feng's voice rang directly in its mind.

"No...I...I can't..."

The demon overlord wanted to show his backbone, but when it came into contact with Lin Feng's vast and powerful spiritual pressure, its soul instantly collapsed.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! In…in the ‘Crying Abyss’! In the deepest part of Forbidden Zone Zero! That’s where the ‘Door’ is!”

It poured out everything it knew without reservation.

"very good."

Lin Feng got the answer he wanted.

He flicked his finger lightly at the warlord.

puff.

The demon warlord's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

After doing all this, Lin Feng glanced at the Imperial soldiers kneeling on the ground behind him, completely immersed in fanatical worship.

He didn't say a word.

With a flash, he transformed into a golden streak of light and shot towards the Zero Zone.

He was going to go and pull out that nail, the one that was in the way.

Until Lin Feng's figure completely disappeared into the horizon.

The entire F-12 airfield was just beginning to recover from that awe-inspiring, absolute silence.

“We…we won?” a young soldier murmured to himself.

"We...won!!!"

"Long live Your Majesty!!!"

"Long live the Empire!!!"

The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal transformed into thunderous cheers that resounded throughout the blood-red wasteland.

Using his remaining right arm to support himself, Zhao Tianyu struggled to his feet. Looking in the direction Lin Feng had gone, he mustered all his strength and gave a perfectly standard military salute.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

God did not abandon them.