As the piercing alarm ripped through the night sky, Lin Yi was holding a forging hammer still warm from the residual psionic energy.
His pupils contracted slightly in the red light, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—this was no ordinary warning, but the highest-level "dimensional tear" alert from the Seventh Star Gate's defense perimeter.
"Chu Yao!" His movement as he turned and rushed towards the command platform spilled half a bucket of quenching liquid, the dark gray liquid splashing across the ground. "Enemy size?"
"Analyzing!" The girl in front of the holographic screen moved her fingertips across the air like streaks of light, and a pale blue stream of data overflowed from her pupils—a sign that the AI core was operating at full capacity. "The vanguard consists of approximately 300,000 warships, arranged in a wedge formation. At the forefront are three flagships. The energy response is equivalent to... equivalent to the full-force attack of a nine-star Mythical expert." She suddenly stopped, her eyelashes trembling violently. "Mother Nest resonance waves detected. These warships are war puppets directly controlled by the Mother Nest."
"Long Wu!" Lin Yi's voice was like a blade chilled by ice, and he drew the Time-Space Battle Blade from his waist with a backhand motion.
The blade hummed, and countless star trails flowed across its surface—this was a weapon recently enhanced with a psionic crystal heart. "Take your true dragon bloodline to pierce the wedge tip!"
They're trying to cripple our movement with their formation; breaking their formation will disrupt their rhythm!
"Alright!" Long Wu's response was accompanied by the cracking of bones.
This spoiled brat, who usually had a cigar in his mouth, now had golden-red skin all over his body, his spine made crisp cracking sounds, and a semi-transparent dragon shadow appeared behind him.
When he ripped open his collar to reveal the dragon scale birthmark on his chest, he suddenly swelled to a height of twenty meters, with a dragon head emerging from his back, its scales reflecting a golden light like the sun. "Brothers!"
I'll shove those bastards right in the head!
Amidst the earth-shaking roar, more than twenty figures soared into the air.
The shockwave from the flapping wings of the leading golden dragon overturned three transport vehicles. The new armor worn by the true dragon bloodline warriors following behind gleamed with a ghostly blue light—it was the "Space-Time Barrier" armor forged by Whitebeard using psionic alloy. The tiny space-time rifts on the shoulder armor were slowly rotating; they were the defensive cores that could absorb energy attacks.
"Equipment team!" Lin Yi turned to look at the forging area. Whitebeard was climbing a ladder and throwing something into the furnace, while Aizen was kneeling on the ground, using special tools to adjust the energy matrix on the floor. "How long can the armor's fissure stability last?"
"You don't trust my skills?" Whitebeard roared without turning his head. He patted the furnace with his calloused hands, and dense runes immediately appeared on the metal surface. "The psionic alloy can withstand energy impacts below the Mythical level for half an hour. Once the rift is full, tap the resonance stone on the shoulder armor. It resets in three seconds!" Aizen then looked up, his eyes behind his goggles flashing coldly: "I installed space rippers on Ryugo and the others' horns. They can forcibly open the warship's defensive shields—but they can only be used three times. Use them sparingly!"
"Received!" Lin Yi growled into the communicator, his fingertips pressed against his temples as he sensed the status of all the job changers through the "Faith Link".
It was a boiling ocean, where the warriors' fighting spirit, the mages' magic, and the assassins' sharpness all surged into his mind along this invisible chain.
He could clearly sense every fluctuation of power in Long Wu's claws, hear the crisp sound of the medical team preparing medicine, and even taste the tension of the logistics soldiers swallowing their saliva—this was the privilege of a mythical-level profession; he was the nerve center of the entire team.
"Time-space lock!" he suddenly roared, pressing his left hand into the void.
The advanced civilization fleet, which was originally propelling at sub-light speed, seemed to have been paused. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the front row of warships—the force of spacetime had forcibly distorted their propulsion field.
Taking advantage of the moment, Long Wu's dragon claw pierced through the defensive shield, and the space tearer scraped against the metal surface, emitting a dazzling blue light. With a "boom," the entire warship was torn in two!
"Great!" Cheers erupted from the communicator.
But cold sweat beaded on Lin Yi's forehead—he could feel that the locked spacetime was backfiring at an alarming speed.
Mythical-level power is strong, capable of locking onto 300,000 warships simultaneously... He bit his tongue, the sweet and metallic taste of blood stimulating his nerves: "Chu Yao!"
Calculate the peak backlash!
"Critical point reached in three seconds!" The girl's voice tightened for the first time. "Suggestion: Switch to area lock-on and concentrate attacks on the main ship!"
"Understood!" Lin Yi formed a knife with his right hand, drawing a golden arc in the void.
The spacetime lock that originally covered the entire battlefield instantly contracted, precisely enveloping the three main ships.
Dragon Five's roar suddenly rose in pitch, and the scales on his tail burst open, revealing a dark silver cannon barrel inside—the "Psionic Annihilation Cannon" that Aizen had secretly installed for him. "Die, you bastard!"
A crimson-gold beam of light tore through space and time, precisely piercing the energy core of the main ship in the center.
In the midst of the violent explosion, the fragments of the warship seemed to be slowed down, scattering slowly through time and space.
At this moment, Lin Yi finally released the lock, and the backlash of excruciating pain surged like a wave. He staggered and grabbed the control panel, a sweet taste rising in his throat, but he forced the blood back down.
"Main ship destroyed!" Chu Yao's voice finally cracked. "Wedge array collapsed!"
The remaining warships are turning around, attempting to regroup!
"Don't give them a chance!" Long Wu's dragon claw grabbed a frigate and slammed it into another one. "Assassin Group!"
Go dismantle the power furnace!
Mage group!
"Pour fire rain into the cockpit!" He flicked his dragon tail, sweeping away three fighter jets. The psionic cracks on his dragon scales suddenly lit up, absorbing all the aftershocks of the explosion.
In the forging area at the back, the white-bearded man wiped the soot off his face and punched the furnace hard: "Old Blue!"
The cracks in the armor are almost full! Aizen grabbed his toolbox and rushed towards the nearest teleportation array: "I'm going to the front lines!"
"Have the medical team prepare the repair potions!" Just as his figure disappeared into the teleportation light, a job changer ran in carrying damaged armor. Whitebeard took the armor, dipped his forging hammer in the fire, and sparks flew everywhere: "What are you afraid of?"
When I was forging armor for the ancient dragon race, it was far more brutal than this!
On the other side of the battlefield, Lin Yi drew his Time-Space Battle Blade once again.
Where the blade flashed, the space was crumpled like a piece of paper, and the three warships that tried to break through were squeezed into metal discs.
He could feel the power transmitted through the faith link growing stronger and stronger—the job changers saw the main ship destroyed and their fighting spirit exploded. Even the cooks in the back grabbed kitchen knives and rushed up. Although they couldn't help much, their desperate spirit made his spacetime power more solid.
"They've retreated!"
"They've retreated!" someone shouted.
The densely packed red dots began to disappear in patches, as if wiped away by an invisible hand.
When Long Wu transformed back into human form, he staggered a couple of steps and was supported by his brothers. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and said, "Damn it, these bastards are nothing special!"
The cheers of victory swept across the entire base like a tidal wave.
Some people broke down in tears, some ran wildly with their weapons in hand, and even the most serious heavy armored warriors threw their helmets into the air.
Lin Yi leaned against the command platform, watching the red dots on the holographic screen gradually disappear, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
He pulled out a fragment of psionic crystal from his pocket—it was salvaged from the wreckage of the main ship and was still warm.
"You're celebrating too soon."
An aged voice came from behind.
Lin Yi turned his head and saw Xuan Mingzi standing in the shadows, the bronze lamp in his hand flickering on and off.
The old man's gaze pierced through the base's dome, looking into the deeper starry sky: "This is just a probe from the Mother Nest."
They're testing our defensive strength, our tactical coordination, and... your limits.
"You mean..."
"The Night Owl's hive is laughing." Xuan Mingzi tapped his temple lightly with his fingertip. "I can feel it adjusting the war template."
The next attack will have tactics specifically targeting the "Time-Space Dominator," a virus targeting the "Faith Link," and even... your weakness of being soft-hearted. He suddenly gripped Lin Yi's wrist, his withered fingers like iron clamps. "Child, remember—the real war has only just begun."
Although the alarms had stopped, the atmosphere in the base was even more tense than before.
Long Wu paused in wiping his knife and looked up at the starry sky; when Chu Yao closed the holographic screen, her fingertip lingered on the "mother nest coordinates" for two seconds longer; the white-bearded forging hammer, suspended in mid-air, suddenly slammed down heavily, sparks splashing onto his white beard, burning him and making him gasp.
Lin Yi watched the flames of war gradually dissipate in the distance, and gripped the psionic fragments even tighter.
He could hear his own heartbeat, like a war drum, like a bugle call, like some irreversible fate knocking at his door.
Next time, he thought, next time, I won't give you another chance to test me.
In the far reaches of space, a huge, tentacled black sphere suddenly began to tremble.
In countless compound eyes, the last ray of light in the direction of Earth is reflected—the indomitable light of human civilization awakening.
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