Chapter 3007: Chapter 3007
Ye Liuyun’s side was ready. The alien nest was locked down tighter than a drum.
Even if the main army never caught up, they could launch now. Yu Xiaofeng, however, wanted a safety margin and waited for the human legions to close the distance.
The humans had been meditating and refilling their qi while on the march; the moment they arrived they rolled straight into their pre-assigned slots.
At the same instant the demon and archaic-demon hosts slipped into their own positions, battle-ready.
Inside the nest every alien heartbeat hammered—everyone sensed the final showdown had come.
Yu Xiaofeng passed the word to every sector commander: wheel the fire-carts forward.
“As soon as a cart is in place, open fire. Don’t wait for a grand signal,” he ordered.
The idea: the instant the aliens saw the carts they’d be eating shells, giving them zero extra breath to cook up counters.
So the apocalypse began without cinematic thunder.
Nine fire-carts spoke almost in one voice. Each spat from at least two barrels, full-auto, full-power.
The aliens had parked their Leviathan dreadnoughts in a shield lattice, but within minutes hulls were cracking and arrays were collapsing.
Those once-untouchable dreadnoughts ran on source-force deflectors; now they could not survive a single synchronized volley. One by one they turned to glowing ash.
Lesser warships didn’t even rate a mention; stray beams ripped them open.
Add to that the full ring of Spirit-Cat frigates Ye Liuyun had loosed—every hull blazing away—and the nest was wrapped in a sphere of fire.
From the first second the void boomed. Alien ships shattered in lattices of light; the very planet beneath them shuddered in its orbit.
The carts never paused. In less than half an hour every alien vessel had been erased, and the guns rolled on to chew the planet itself.
Core nest-worlds and their neighbors wore planetary shields, but under the ceaseless cascade they quivered like cracked glass.
Patriarch Meng Tianlei and the hastily rebuilt Elder Council had not foreseen this many carts. Their defenses folded faster than thought.
“Everything out—now! Tweaks won’t help!” Meng Tianlei barked.
A last-ditch sortie, no retreat possible. The moment the first salvo landed he had even ordered the altar demolished—afraid Ye Liuyun might ride its beacon to other enclaves.
Thus every alien left alive stepped forward already dead in his heart. Yet they advanced, roaring, into the fatal lattice of cart- and frigate-fire.
“Roar—roar—!”
Planet-side commanders howled, scattering their millions in every direction. Cohesion was impossible; luck alone would decide who broke through.
Ye Liuyun’s people knew these were bullet-catchers; they let the guns talk and merely watched the board.
Carts and frigates mowed the sky clean. Aliens yelled themselves onward, using their own bodies to shield the man behind, trading corpses for meters.
Some did punch through—straight into the waiting alien legions of Ye Liuyun.
Fresh escapees were weak; Ye Liuyun’s turncoat aliens cut them down without strain. They died by the hands of their own kind, helpless.
While this happened the carts had already blown away every outlying planet. Yu Xiaofeng pushed the line forward.
The turncoat alien corps advanced with them, tightening the noose. Demon, archaic-demon, and human rings slid inward in succession.
Meng Tianlei saw the closing jaws and threw his last elites and council members into the common tide—maybe chaos would spit them out alive.
He himself stayed in the citadel hall, waiting for the ceiling to fall.
Ye Liuyun’s golden pupils caught the shuffle from orbit. He passed a quiet note to Yu Xiaofeng: “Have our alien line ready.”
Gaps were inevitable; no net is seamless.
Sure enough, while guns hammered the rank-and-file, faster elites slipped the mesh and slammed into the legion.
Individual titans they might be, but against a locked phalanx they were pebbles in a lake—ripples, then calm.
As the carts crawled on, widening their interval from the frigates, holes grew. More elites poured through.
Only then did Yu Xiaofeng order the legion to switch from static defense to advance. The Spirit-Cats ceased fire and fell back to the second cordon; the carts kept rolling, erasing everything in their path.
Every alien who made it through—hero, elite, or grunt—was shredded and leaderless. They charged whatever stood nearest, herded by whichever stronger fighter still breathed.
Broken-horn re-formed the legion into a steady wall and marched, chewing the fugitives up meter by meter.
