Thinking of the last unwillingness before the soft voice dissipated, Chu Ran's expression was unreadable. The former Nine-Tailed Fox, the nation-ruining Daji...
So before her transmigration, she had devoured Daji's soul?
In mythology, the Nine-Tailed Fox was no ordinary creature. If classified among the gods, what level would she fall under?
The Sixteen-Legged Blood Spider stared at Chu Ran for a long time, finally making up its mind. There was no choice to retreat. Besides... the Sixteen-Legged Blood Spider secretly glanced behind. This time, the big shot had come. Even as cannon fodder, there might still be a chance to survive.
It screeched and directed the endless stream of Zerg Beasts to pounce on Lei Jianguo.
"Gunners, withdraw to the perimeter and bombard the remaining Zerg Beasts. The rest of you, follow me!"
Lei Jianguo cut his arm with his long spear, and blood flowed. The Cyan Long Spear absorbed the blood, forming light red patterns that emitted a dark blue glow.
His hair became dense and long like soaked seaweed, his body expanded, and illusory waves appeared beneath his feet.
Tremendous thunder sounded from the sky. A bolt of lightning illuminated the entire night sky. Electric arcs continuously burst from the tip of the Cyan Long Spear, coiling around Lei Jianguo's body like snakes.
His brown pupils turned deep blue, looking like an abyssal ocean.
It was an S-class god!
The Sixteen-Legged Blood Spider cursed inwardly, raising its front limbs to block the first wave of lightning attacks, watching six of its limbs fall off again, unable to help looking up and roaring, "Are you waiting to set up a feast for me?"
Those few individuals watching from behind were one thing, but what were a bunch of B-class and C-class ordinary Zerg waiting for?
As its voice fell, seven or eight ordinary Zerg jumped down from the space rift.
"You're too useless. With this strength, you wanted to be the vanguard?" one of the Zerg said disdainfully.
Two crimson antennae extended from its forehead, intertwined, with a pair of huge black-red wings on its back, sprinkling starlight with a strong hallucinogenic effect.
B-class Zerg, Nightmare Butterfly.
Lei Jianguo didn't wait for them to finish greeting. With a single thrust of his spear, lightning surged like a tidal wave toward these ordinary Zerg.
"The power of an S-class god!" The newly descended Zerg showed fear and retreated.
How could they start with a big move right away? Shouldn't these damned humans send ordinary soldiers forward first?
Facing the power of an S-class god, these ordinary Zerg were outmatched. To survive, they had to activate their innate abilities.
Even so, a C-class Zerg was too weak and was directly killed.
"Jianguo is going all out right away," Aunt Wang watched with some concern. "The ones coming down now are just small fry. Can he hold out until the end?"
Aunt Huang took the last bottle of Spiritual Power restorative from the medics, her expression heavy. "Too many people have died."
For strong warriors like them, ordinary Zerg were nothing to fear. But for the ordinary soldiers, it might take over a dozen of them to kill a single Zerg.
The Seventh Legion wasn't among the most powerful in the Human Alliance. Those with stronger talents would want to live on the higher-ranked planets.
This Zerg invasion wasn't the end. As the commander, she had to consider replenishing troops.
Aunt Huang picked up her Light Brain and called Chang Han. "What the hell is the Spiritist Association doing? Why aren't they here yet?!"
Most people with the aptitude to become Spiritists joined the military, but some didn't want to be bound by military discipline. Among them were highly talented individuals. To utilize this group, the Federation government allowed them to establish the Spiritist Association.
The Spiritist Association had the right to explore the Divine Tomb, and more importantly, they could recruit outstanding talents from the training facilities of the ten sub-stars.
But likewise, when facing a Zerg invasion, the Spiritist Association bore the same inescapable responsibility as the military.
Chang Han's face was covered in blood, and his right eye had a wound as long as a finger. "The commercial center is almost cleared. Gao Yuan is pointing a gun at them, telling them to get into the space transfer gate immediately."
This was, of course, somewhat exaggerated. Once the live broadcast started, the Spiritist Association dared not delay, especially since this whole mess was originally their fault.
For now, to stabilize public sentiment, the news that the Spiritist Association vice president was a Zerg incubator and had blown up the shield energy tower hadn't been released. But after resolving the Zerg invasion, this news would dealt a heavy blow to the Seventh Sub-Star Spiritist Association.
Even now, some people had already noticed that in the live broadcast, only the military was fighting the Zerg, not the Spiritist Association.
"But Chu Ran is really quick-witted," Chang Han wiped the blood continuously flowing from his eye corners, sneering. "Gao Yuan and Chu Zhi wanted to use you to solve the suicide attack problem. Who would have thought she'd expose the Chu family's dirty laundry?"
"Old Master Chu Dao is probably furious now."
Aunt Huang didn't want to discuss gossip. "Tell Gao Yuan to gather the strong as quickly as possible. This Zerg invasion might not just be A-class."
Chang Han's expression quickly darkened. "I understand."
If an S-class Zerg appeared, the starship heading to the abandoned planet would suffer heavy losses and wouldn't solve the problem.
When Gao Yuan heard this news, he forgot about the live broadcast and the Chu family scandal. His voice trembled slightly. "Is it really an S-class Zerg?"
"You should know who made that judgment."
The remaining high-ranking Spiritist Association members, who were about to enter the space transfer gate, stopped in their tracks upon hearing this.
Gao Yuan slammed his communicator to the ground in despair. "Those Spiritist Association idiots! Idiots!"
He turned around to see that the Spiritist Association members were hesitating. The last thread of rationality in his mind snapped. He raised his electromagnetic pulse rifle and fired a shot at the Spiritist Association members. "Get the hell in there! Or I'll shoot you all!"
Chang Han stood by without stopping him.
This was no time to think about being a deserter!
He looked at Chu Zhi, who was watching the live broadcast with a cold face beside him. "Your old man isn't going to just sit at home, is he?"
He had already decided to drag Chu Zhi into the space transfer gate even if it cost him his life.
Chu Zhi didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the live broadcast. The next second, he suddenly looked up at the space rift in the sky. A huge black shadow twisted and disappeared.