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Chapter 234: Chapter 158: The Despair of the Disparity in Strength (Three Updates)_1

The actions of the players were in no way disguised.

They appeared openly and carried out spatial jumps boldly, like an imperial army advancing relentlessly in the wake of Lady Tragedy.

When encountering blocks from other races, they would inform them of their purpose, uninterested in anyone but Lady Tragedy.

But if the other party insisted on intercepting, a warning would be issued first, and then, they wouldn’t hesitate to attack.

It was then that these folks would realize what these ten massive spheres represented.

They were the result of the squirrels breaking through their technology tree, the pinnacle of ancient technology, with terrifying force fields that shrugged off most attacks and a recovery rate so fast they could swiftly reassemble even after being shattered.

Its core weighed just one kilogram and could move randomly within celestial bodies, enough to make Satellite-level Beasts think twice before approaching.

Once they took action, other races’ ships were like sandcastles on the sea, easily crushed at a touch, their pilots taken as prisoners to be released only upon payment.

In the Outer Rim regions, these ten Hearts of Destruction were an invincible tool.

And when the players crossed the Outer Rim to the Inner Rim region, the favored ones of the Gods finally noticed this fleet from beyond their borders.

From the Tenth Ring on, one entered the upper central area of the Heavenly Tao Zone.

Here, each race was sheltered by the Heavenly Tao network, unafraid of the eroding Shadows of the outer reaches, contentedly basking in the divine radiance of the Gods.

They had the luxury to keep pets, with enormous Satellite-level Beasts a common sight in their Zoos, some civilizations even owning several star systems, each immaculately cultivated.

While listening to the news, they were astonished to hear of a bunch of hicks from the Outer Rim ranting about settling scores with Lady Tragedy and boldly progressing along her sacred trajectory deeper into the Inner Rim.

“These hicks,”

On a planet in the Seventh Ring, a graceful cheetah sat on the grass outside the window, listening to the broadcast and saying helplessly, “The attention of the Gods is a blessing, can’t they learn to enjoy it quietly like us?”

Next to it, its spouse, with eyes closed, leisurely said, “Dear, if they knew how to serve the Gods, they wouldn’t be hicks.”

“You’re right.”

Just as they were discussing where to rest next, they saw the azure sky twist as something breached the boundaries of space and arrived, appearing in the sky above.

Ten gigantic satellites loomed overhead, their steel exteriors resembling cold, monolithic beasts, their white hulls emanating a chilling murderous intent like blocks of ice.

They exemplified the apex of ancient technology, the strongest art of war that one could lay eyes on, and their very sight evoked thoughts of death and destruction, the inherent violence capable of effortlessly tearing apart all enemies before them.

Swallowing hard, the male cheetah immediately recalled the recent report and realized what loomed overhead.

My God, they were truly enormous.

Seeing them in person, the cheetah understood that they were not mere hicks, but a squadron, one bent on revenge.

Then the captain of the Star of Destruction began to speak.

“We haven’t come to conquer, we’ve come for revenge. Lady Tragedy tricked us, and we intend to make her pay the price! So, tell us where she’s gone! We promise, once we beat her to a pulp, we’ll leave!”

After a pause, the voice of the Planet Lord finally emerged, broadcasting to everyone: “That… how exactly did Lady Tragedy trick you?”

“She made us work for nothing for two whole days, then pocketed what should have been our payment. And we found out afterwards, that thing wasn’t even hers! That fraudster, that robber, that thief, she deserves to live a lifetime of…”

An outpour of rage spilled forth, turning the listeners pale at hearing even a single sentence.

In a world where Gods exist, such behavior was truly blasphemous.

Contrary to expectations, even after being cursed like that, Lady Tragedy did not appear.

Someone smart quickly conceived a possibility: Lady Tragedy was evading them.

She was afraid to face these people, as she had no assurance of victory.

As Gods are inherently higher-dimensional beings, when confronted with a challenge from mortals, they would usually fight on their own.

This was an unwritten rule that almost always ended with the extinction of the mortal species.

However, for a God to hide from sight was unprecedented, suggesting that even Lady Tragedy lacked the courage to fight, highlighting the formidable power of this group.

When the captain finally finished cursing, the Governor said softly, “It was only two days?”

“I spent a hundred bucks on that machine! If I don’t torture her half to death, how can I justify that hundred bucks?”

“Only a hundred bucks…”

“You give me a hundred bucks then! What’s with all your prattle, are you asking for a blast from my force field? I’m counting to three; either you tell me Lady Tragedy’s whereabouts, or I catch you and force it out. Let me warn you, I have peculiar hobbies, and you won’t like what happens if you fall into my hands!”