On the street, the running crowd stopped, and the crying children ceased their wails.
Everyone remained in a posture of looking up at the sky, their minds blank.
"Dis...disappeared?"
"What happened? Did I see things?"
"Is it God...did God save us?"
"Could it be someone's prank?"
After a brief silence, the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and immense shock made the entire city erupt in earth-shattering cheers and screams!
Tatsumaki froze in place, slowly descending after a long while.
Feeling the residual golden power in the air that she knew to her bones, her emerald green pupils suddenly constricted.
"It's him!"
...Inside the command center, Sitch reacted sharply after being lost in thought for more than ten seconds.
He grabbed the communicator and roared in a hoarse voice, "Quick! Get me all satellites!"
"Use all available resources to immediately track down that spaceship!"
"Found it! Mr. Sitch!"
A few seconds later, the main screen switched.
That terrifying spaceship was now quietly hovering over an endless, barren Gobi desert.
Golden sand reflected dazzling light under the scorching sun, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.
It seemed to have fallen into temporary confusion due to this sudden forced spatial jump and did not react immediately.
And directly beneath the spaceship...
A tall and slender figure stood silently on the scorching sand.
It was Hansen.
Behind him, four figures exuding monstrous power stood in a neat line.
Like eternal knights guarding an emperor, their aura was overwhelming, stirring up wind and clouds.
The opponent's rank was too high, starting at Dragon-level, so Hansen didn't bring the eye-candy maid group.
The already established Apocalypse Knights were all above Dragon-level, with the Famine Knight as Hansen's God-Awakened, and the Plague Knight and Death Knight passionately portrayed by Hansen's clones.
Even the War Knight, with the shallowest foundation, had a large amount of Imaginary Divine Power bestowed by Hansen stored within his super-alloy armor as a trump card.
This lineup was more than enough to deal with Boros's three lieutenants.
Sitch looked at the familiar handsome figure on the screen, and the four powerful guards behind him, and was completely stunned.
"Mr. Hansen!? This...what exactly is going on?"
...Barren Gobi.
The strong wind rolled up hot sand like countless tiny steel beads, hitting the cold steel warship with a dense crackling sound.
Just now, Hansen, facing the huge shadow that could crush mountains, casually raised his right hand and slashed at the sky as if strolling through a garden.
Tear—
Space was torn!
Two intersecting dark cracks appeared out of thin air on the massive spaceship's hull, like a cross drawn by a god on a canvas.
Dimensional Slash!
Those dark cracks were utterly unreasonable, ignoring the spaceship's super-alloy armor, which could withstand continuous impacts from small meteorites, and ignoring the dimly glowing energy shield inside it, cleanly cutting through.
The next second, the colossal spaceship, like a piece of tofu precisely cut by the sharpest kitchen knife, silently split into four large, symmetrically shaped pieces of wreckage.
Losing the support of its anti-gravity engines, spewing thick black smoke and wild blue arcs, it crashed onto the vast Gobi desert with a roar!
Boom—!!!
Four violent impacts, almost merging into one, made the ground within a hundred-mile radius tremble wildly.
The stirred-up sandstorm was like a gigantic yellow wall connecting heaven and earth, mixed with the stench of burning metal, instantly engulfing half the sky, turning day into a dim yellow doomsday.
Hansen stood at the very edge of the sandstorm, an invisible barrier seemingly surrounding him; all the violent wind, sand, and scorching shockwaves were smoothed and isolated by an invisible force when they approached within three meters of him.
His gaze was as calm as an abyss, penetrating the pervasive dust that could obscure everything, precisely locking onto the bridge of the largest piece of warship wreckage.
Behind him, the Four Apocalypse Knights stood in a line, silent, exuding four distinct yet equally heart-stopping terrifying auras.
Plague Knight Piccolo, in his weathered Namekian attire, his cape flapping in the strong wind.
His characteristic antennae and pointed ears were not visible in human form; he had transformed into a muscular man with bronze skin.
His vegetable-colored spiky long hair swayed slightly in the wind, his expression as calm as if observing an unimportant landscape painting.
Death Knight Arthas, in heavy and ferocious frost armor.
Strands of resentment energy transformed into a visible layer of cold white frost, slowly flowing on the runic greatsword Frostmourne, which he carried on his shoulder.
The sword hummed as if countless departed souls were whispering, causing the air around him to freeze.
The War Knight, Armed Gorilla, was like a silent fortress of war, the ground beneath its feet slightly sinking due to its terrifying weight.
Through the gaps in its body armor, the red glow of its energy core's operation was faintly visible, emitting a low roar.
And Sonic, who had just been promoted to Famine Knight, exuded an uncontrollable restlessness.
He excitedly licked the corner of his mouth, his body trembling slightly from extreme excitement.
Hungry, fierce glints flickered in his golden vertical pupils, as if he would transform into a black lightning bolt and tear everything apart the next second...Warship wreckage, bridge throne room.
The violent tremors and impacts left the entire hall in disarray; countless precision instruments exploded with dazzling electric sparks, and broken cables and shattered parts were everywhere.
However, the one-eyed overlord sitting on the throne remained completely still; the surrounding chaos and destruction only made him appear even calmer.
He was not moved by the spaceship being utterly destroyed in one encounter; he just stared intently at the last image transmitted on the main screen.
In the image, the handsome human figure standing before the sandstorm was calm, indifferent, and majestic, like a god or demon walking among mortals.
"Found it...!!"
In Boros's single eye, there was no fear, no anger, only a fanaticism and longing that had been suppressed for twenty years, finally erupting completely at this moment.
He slowly stood up from the throne; the magnificent golden restraint armor around him could not completely contain the terrifying energy surging and boiling within him.
Powerful pink energy arcs uncontrollably leaked out, crackling and ionizing the surrounding air with a snapping sound.
"The prophecy...is true!"
Twenty years of cosmic wandering could be endured, but the loneliness of invincibility had long made him deeply weary to the bone.
And now, he finally smelled the aura of a kindred spirit!
An opponent who could make him give his all and enjoy a hearty life-and-death battle!
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