One more catty, one more attribute point

Su Heng raised his hand to block, and the entire corridor vibrated violently.

Cracks spread across the walls as a screw was forced out by the immense pressure, followed by cold gas furiously hissing from the ruptured pipes.

The luminous lights on the ceiling burst apart in pieces, and shards of glass cascaded down like blossoming night flowers.

Algres felt a tide of darkness, a colossal force rushing towards him.

He was sent flying backward.

Twisting his body in midair, he landed on the ground in an awkward tumble.

The emergency doors on both sides of the bridge swung open, the emergency lights on the doors flickering.

A large number of Demon Descendant Warriors dressed in black, holding long spears, ran out. Black barrels of the spears aimed at Su Heng, inside them, a dangerous dark red light gathered.

In an instant,

Algres saw a glimpse of hope for victory.

After a brief exchange, Su Heng's form became illusory, as if shrouded in fog.

What appeared here wasn't Su Heng's true body, but a projection of spiritual power. Due to the vast distance and the fully deployed Ark Void Shield,

This spiritual power was like water without a source.

If he could kill it, there might be a chance to escape from the Gravity Whiskers.

Algres let out a piercing scream, about to launch another attack.

But Su Heng merely spread his arms, showing him a terrifying smile, "If your heart hasn't been blinded by fear, if you were composed enough, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope."

"Unfortunately..."

Su Heng shook his head, a trace of pity on his face, "It's only now you realize, it's already too late."

"No!" Algres suddenly realized something.

Screams came from the sensors installed inside the walls, the Chaotic Power within the warship surged. With a deep rumbling sound like that of an engine, the floor beneath trembled, a rift between reality and the eternal heavens was being torn apart by a tremendous force. Su Heng had activated the Authority of the Demon Engine, releasing parasitic insects from the Flesh Furnace.

Bang!

His tall, dark figure burst open.

Replacing it was a vast expanse of grey and black cold mist, sweeping out like a turbulent river in all directions.

In the flickering emergency light, bloody footprints appeared on the walls. Demons with fierce features were pulled out from the depths of eternity by Su Heng and dispatched inside the warship. The silvery decks were quickly coated with a thick layer of sticky fungal mats, accompanied by hair-raising roars, various strange insects emerged from the darkness.

Bang, bang, bang!

Before Algres could issue any orders,

The panicked Demon Descendant Warriors had already begun firing.

The insects were blown apart mid-air, but the pus from their bodies corroded the deck with hissing noises, causing further damage to the energy supply and detection equipment inside.

Panicked voices transmitted through every channel of the communication devices, and in a few breaths of time, the demons and insects created by Su Heng had infiltrated every corner of the Revenge Goddess. A dense flurry of alarm signals poured down like a waterfall, overwhelming Algres.

He crushed the remaining few insects in the hall with sheer force, then staggered and sat blankly on the blood-soaked steps.

A strong sense of weightlessness set in; the warship had lost its balance.

Algres turned to look outside.

As the internal damage to the ship worsened, the brilliant Void Shield had failed and shut down.

He saw once more the mother planet that had nurtured the glorious Demon Descendant civilization, a blue planet floating with clouds, a shining gem amidst the pitch-black void.

So beautiful, he still remembered seeing her for the first time from outer space, standing next to Ryan.

Algres's heart throbbed.

Ryan's solemn and dignified face was enveloped in the planet's glow, with a poet's melancholic expression on his face.

Algres lamented, "It's so beautiful, yet our homeland is no longer."

Ryan said, "Those things don't matter, we are still here, we can build it brick by brick, constructing our new homeland atop the ruins of our ancestors."

"That must be very interesting." Algres imagined the vast grasslands, the low-hanging sky, along with the gentle sunshine and winding rivers.

Algres looked at the corpses strewn across the ground, suddenly waking from his beautiful dream.

His tears flowed down like a breached river along his pale skin; he opened his mouth, but was unable to utter a word.

Compared to death,

the feeling of letting down Ryan's expectations filled him with even greater despair.

...

...

...

It had taken the Demon Descendants tens of thousands of years to allow the Revenge Goddess to break free from gravity's hold and ascend to the skies, carrying the last hope of the Kaleen Dynasty.

Yet the winged goddess took only minutes to plummet from the sky.

Su Heng released the constraints of All Things Return to One and then reached out to wipe the remaining clouds from the sky.

A smile was on his face; the intense friction of metal and air ignited Atomic Flames, mirrored on the monstrous and ferocious visage—this uncompassionate beast was reveling in the masterpiece he created.

Burning atomic flames, bursts of plasma, shattered metal, and the ice-cold corpses scattered about coupled with the terrified screams of the dying, all converged in the sky, composing a hellish tableau of despair. In the midst of this grand canvas, the Revenge Goddess burst into its final glow, resplendent and mighty, forged by Pure Gold intertwined with steel, tracing a dark arc across the scarred skies of the planet.

The Revenge Goddess was heading inexorably into the planet's gravity well.

Kissing the atmosphere amidst the torrent of orange sparks, millions of degrees of Atomic Flames licked at the belly of the goddess.

Radiant ribbons of electromagnetic radiation wrapped around the warship's central axis, with the outer antennas and slender beams of the light-cannon barrels melting, withering, curling up in the climbing heat, like the great trees of the sky, drained of Life Force, in the raging inferno of a wild forest.

The ultimate destruction, ultimate despair, ultimate beauty!

Such grandeur was unparalleled.

So much so that everyone's gaze was drawn by the thunderous roar, mouths agape, speechless for a moment.

"Ryan, do you see?"

Su Heng broke into a terrifying grin, pointing at the sky, "The screams of millions, maybe tens of millions at once—your race's last hope is crashing down, the future of the Demon Descendants has ended. It's like snuffing out the life of a decrepit old dog, ending the fate of this species—enjoy it, does such a scene satisfy you?"

Su Heng laughed wildly, his laughter resounding like thunder across this parched and crimson wasteland.

However, at this moment, Ryan couldn't speak.

He looked blankly, his body convulsing out of habit, the strong radiation emanating from Su Heng piercing his body, severing the Life Force at the cellular level. Normally, this last King of Demon Descendants should have died already. Yet his body, rotten and emitting a foul stench, still convulsed habitually, striving to do something.

His palms were completely rotten, revealing sinister white bones, gleaming with a metallic luster.

Ryan's face was also covered in bloody spots, with pus oozing from deep wounds down to the bone. Large patches of skin were falling off, revealing filthy pus-filled tissues inside. His eyes were bloodshot, devoid of any signs of life. If cast as a zombie in a horror movie, he would easily terrify the audience into madness.

Perhaps he had truly become a living corpse.

Using his last will to protect his people, he strained to open his mouth, biting towards Su Heng's toes with his rotten teeth.

"How pitiful."

A feigned sympathy appeared on Su Heng's face.

He lifted his leg, and stepped down.

Bang!

With a muffled sound.

Ryan, the last King of Demon Descendants of the Kaleen Dynasty.

Was thus crushed into pieces under Su Heng's foot, accompanied by the demise of his race's future.