My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 385 - 313: You Shall Die!
And now, He was preparing to retreat with the more than ten billion plundered population and swarms.
Because if it drags on any longer, they might not be able to withstand the ongoing battles of the Interstellar Corps, and His swarms might just be pure consumption and Death. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Even though losing billions of swarms meant little to Him after gaining more than ten billion pseudo-insects, it’s better to save where possible. As long as it can ensure no loss at the moment, it’s a gain.
"It seems the battle ends here," He said.
Opposite the Ninth Apostle stood a man holding a Greatsword. He was the deputy leader of the fifth squadron of the Interstellar Corps and also the master of Uncle Brave.
If ranking by seniority, Fafnir would have to call him "Grandfather."
And now the old man stared intently at the Ninth Apostle, slowly lowering his Greatsword, seemingly unable to endure such high-intensity combat anymore.
"As expected, getting stuck with pests like you always causes trouble, but I’ll tell you, you can’t protect this planet forever; you’ll relax one day, a thousand years? Ten thousand? Or a hundred thousand? I can wait. The moment you relax, I’ll thoroughly invade!" Though it was parting trash talk before fleeing, the Ninth Apostle also carried some personal vendetta.
After all, each time He came, He got caught and beaten up, narrowly escaping death several times, so it’s impossible not to hold some personal grudge.
He clearly didn’t intend to use such extreme methods.
He was utterly shocked the first time He saw the Super Iron Curtain accommodating nearly 20 billion people.
A tiny planet with 20 billion people — even insects don’t reproduce that prolifically!
He actually wanted to learn this method to greatly increase the population within His dominion, allowing His planet’s population to surge; with this population base, even with natural Death, it was estimated that a fruit could be cultivated in fifty years.
Moreover, He faintly felt that the situation on this planet was quite similar to the "prosperity child plan" of the Thirteenth Apostle.
All were about allowing the population to burgeon and then waiting for natural Death. Although He looked down on the Thirteenth Apostle, He was very interested in his prosperity child plan and thought He would be the first Apostle to complete this plan, accumulating enough in a short time, reaching close to Tier Six like the leading Apostles.
But He did not expect immediate stress responses from the World Consciousness and the ambush from the Interstellar Corps, forcing Him to adopt the most extreme methods.
"Such a pity, I clearly liked this planet and its civilization very much." He seemingly mocked the helplessness of the opposition.
"Goodbye, next time, is your Death day." The Ninth Apostle instantly sank into His Subspace.
His entire being relaxed.
However, at this moment, suddenly a young lad with a sword teleported before Him, swinging the blade towards Him.
The Ninth Apostle chuckled disdainfully.
He knew this little brat seemed to possess Spatial Ability, but in reality, it was just a very short-term instant Teleportation Gate.
And most importantly, he was very weak, a little general with merely Tier Four strength. He didn’t take him seriously at all.
Moreover, at this moment, He had completely dived into Subspace, and within the next second, He would whisk away the majority of His army using His Subspace. As for the billions of swarms on Giant Beast Star, He abandoned them, leaving them as His last gift to that world.
However, when the little general’s sword approached His body, at that instant, the corner of the little general’s mouth revealed a smile as if the plan had come together.
For no reason, that smile made the Ninth Apostle’s hair stand on end.
The next instant, the little general disappeared, and in His place stood—Xue Dili!
...
hours earlier, in the rear command ship.
"Use Cursed Blood to place a drop of Matsuken’s blood into your body." The bespectacled female adjutant in the command ship said.
"The moment Matsuken makes a move, it can perfectly swap your positions with him through this drop of blood, and everyone will arrange the perfect timing for your action."
Xue Dili, too, was not a person to hesitate. In an instant, Cursed Blood covered the little general’s blood and hid it at the center of his palm.
For 19 continuous hours of wheel battles, constantly consuming the Ninth Apostle’s spirit and physical strength, and also Matsuken’s final seemingly wrathful attack, all for this moment.
The Ninth Apostle’s pupils contracted, He instantly sensed something was amiss, even though He was not in the real Cosmos but His own unique Subspace, and the Teleportation Gate behind Him required less than 1 millisecond to open.
But at that moment, Death’s threat seemed to crawl all over His body, this feeling like a bone-deep ulcer that made Him feel as if His brain was trembling.
Yet even this 1 millisecond was His doom.
"You shall die!"
For some reason, such a voice seemed to echo in His mind, replaying the lantern-lit scenes of life before His eyes, transcending race, transcending the world, transforming His Mother Planet into a ranch to achieve His godhood.
At that moment, what He saw was the unleashed Dimension Slash!
"Buzz!"
The intersection between entire space and Subspace seemed to shatter. This slash, accumulated over 19 hours, was unleashed at this moment.
The passage of Consciousness Space tore through the previously stable fissure between reality space and Subspace, akin to adding water to a boiling cauldron of oil, causing terrifying spatial turbulence.
