The light blue ray of light landed on the front end of the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
It was still quiet in the universe, devoid of any sound.
The blue ray of light started to accumulate, and its color grew fainter and fainter until it reached a milky white color.
The whole process was miraculous, as if a water line had converged into a drop of water and then turned into a snowball.
This was a macroscopic change. In fact, a similar change was taking place on a microscopic scale: the line had turned into a fragment.
The so-called fragment was the particle.
Countless hot particles formed a mass of plasma, enshrouding the room at the front of the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
The plasma was a rare element heated to millions of degrees by the laser.
This was the plasma cannon of the latest model.
In a space war, the laser had the fastest speed and the longest destructive range; but its power would decrease with the distance, and the power couldn't be increased infinitely due to the size of the battleship. It would take some time before the laser could hit the target. Physical weapons like the nuclear bomb had a great destructive power, but their speed was too slow.
The plasma cannon of the latest model could be said to be the most powerful long-range attack in the history of the Federation of the Milky Way.
The first thing Jing Jiu did after obtaining the highest authority in the military of the Federation of the Milky Way was to search for the most advanced and powerful weapon system of this civilization, including the research done by the Science Academy. He was informed that the plasma cannon of this new model had been successfully developed and could be tested at any time.
It was unclear whether Jing Jiu had thought that he would be the first to use this plasma cannon.
The white plasma emitted a dazzling glow, bombarding the Sealing Formation of Thousand-Mile Ice around Hua Xi. It could be seen clearly that the sword wills with the intent of ice and frost were thinning rapidly. More plasma enveloped Jing Jiu, and the tiny and invisible high-speed particles were hitting his skin incessantly.
A few strands of his black hair fell off and turned into fine black powder in the hot plasma.
The blue hoodie was bombarded, and the super-fine particles shrunk and then disappeared, looking like a melting crack in the space.
The plasma couldn't break through his defense, but it had absorbed enough electrons. Countless tiny electric arcs were generated on the surface of Jing Jiu's body and then disappeared.
The crackling sound grew fainter and fainter, as the ionization of the air grew deeper and deeper.
The high-temperature plasma had already started to affect his consciousness at a close distance.
The scene in front of his eyes started to change.
The soft chair from the hotel at the University of Stargate was gone; only half of the iron kettle was left; and lava flowed down from the softened window.
Some of the images were illusions, but most of them were reality.
Everything in the room was disappearing in the high-temperature plasma, including the room itself.
The scene was so incomprehensible that it felt surreal, more like a movie.
Jian Xilai was also within the range of the plasma cannon. His body exuded a certain glow, which formed a barrier and blocked the high-temperature plasma outside.
It could be understood that the plasma was poison, and he had taken a large amount of antidote beforehand, so he could hold on for a longer time.
Even so, his situation was still somewhat miserable. The high-strength composite material kept on melting like burning plastic, revealing the alloy skeleton inside.
Jing Jiu looked at a corner of the dark universe.
There was a warship there.
The plasma cannon was fired by that battleship.
With the current technological level of the human civilization, it would take some time to store up energy if they wanted to fire such a powerful plasma cannon.
The ascenders and battleships hiding in the dark were probably waiting to launch the second round of attacks.
The Federation of the Milky Way hadn't completely inherited the legacy of the distant ancient civilization, so it was still able to withstand an attack of this level.
If that battleship was indeed equipped with the antimatter weapon that he couldn't find no matter how hard he tried, he would have fled a long time ago.
What he had to do now was to counterattack, to prevent the battleship from firing the second plasma cannon, and to intimidate those ascenders hiding in the dark.
But, how could he counterattack?
Bai Ren and that disgraced fairy man of the West Ocean didn't dare stray too far after their ascension. It was probably because they had seen the Sea of Dark Matter, and also because they weren't confident enough.
This universe was too vast and boundless; it was bottomless to begin with.
The fighting style of the Cultivation practitioners couldn't adapt to such a large space.
Even if one's flying sword could travel a thousand miles in an instant, and even if one's magic treasure could flatten a small mountain, how could it threaten the battleship a few hundred thousand miles away?
It was because of the difference in speed and distance that the battleships in the interplanetary age used long-range weapons like the main laser cannon and the plasma cannon and used nuclear bombs to bombard the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter. When one saw the laser cannon or the weapon of the particle stream, it was impossible to evade it.
Nothing could travel faster than the speed of light, be it the awareness or the movement.
Back when Jing Jiu was in the Haiyin Nebula, he relied on his amazing sword work and the endless fairy energy provided by thousands of nuclear bombs to smash that battleship into pieces. At the moment, Jing Jiu was bound by the plasma ball formed by the plasma cannon, and a piece of his spiritual awareness was trapped. As such, it was difficult for him to turn into a sword light and escape. As such, he couldn't use the same fighting style as last time. What else could he do?
All of a sudden, a deep and low sound rang out in the Scorching-Sun Battleship; it was the sound of the electromagnetic equipment being activated.
Hundreds of nuclear torpedoes in space left the body of the battleship, drifting toward the universe at a seemingly slow pace.
Dozens of laser cannons fired a concentrated shot abruptly; the bright light illuminated a corner of the universe.
Meanwhile, more weapons of the battleship were fired in that direction. They seemed to be fired aimlessly, as if they were counterattacking in a panic after being ambushed.
A great many particle streams tore apart the space, and a great many physical weapons were fired slowly. It was a chaotic scene.
The main laser cannons and the other weapons of the particle streams were still fine; but the collective firing of those physical weapons made the Scorching-Sun Battleship shake violently, and then it retreated slowly.
The front end of the battleship was still within the range of the plasma cannon, soaked in the white high-temperature plasma. It was disintegrating gradually and separating from the body of the battleship.
It was a smooth process, including the cross-section of the bow and the body of the battleship.
Countless nuclear torpedoes and countless particle streams, the battleship that was slowly separating in a chaotic manner, and the soundless scene gave off an eerie vibe.
The Scorching-Sun Battleship seemed to have been decapitated, or like the cutting off of the nose in the ancient punishments.
The range of the plasma cannon was limited, covering only the bow of the battleship. The officers and soldiers on the Scorching-Sun Battleship were not affected too much, and many of them were still alive.
They put on the life-support equipment as quickly as possible, drifting and bumping into each other in the weightless environment, and returned to their respective posts. However, they couldn't stop the departure of the battleship.
Countless gazes passed through the huge cross-section and the window and fell on the place where the Scorching-Sun Battleship had been.
The bow of the Scorching-Sun Battleship was disintegrating into countless pieces. Surrounded by the milky white light, it looked like a ruin that had been punished by the heavens.
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In the patch of bright light, the bow of the battleship had disintegrated and was on the verge of disappearing.
The Formation of Sealing Ice grew thinner and thinner, on the verge of collapsing. The ice grew more and more transparent, and the scene inside could be seen clearly.
No fear could be detected on Hua Xi's face; she was very calm. She was still holding the doll in her bosom, and she took out a black backpack from somewhere.
Looking at the location of the battleship in the deep part of the universe, Jing Jiu was lost in thought. A few more black hairs fell off his head during the process; it was unclear how long he could hold on.
Jing Jiu raised his right hand.
Seeing this, Jian Xilai's pupils shrank slightly, as he sensed a great danger.
It was because he didn't clench his fist tightly. His five fingers were clenched slightly, as if he was holding a sword.
Jian Xilai was fully aware of how powerful Jing Jiu was. If Jing Jiu wielded his sword with all his might in a desperate situation, he wouldn't be able to withstand it. However, his mission was to keep Jing Jiu here …
As Jian Xilai mobilized his fairy energy and was about to bring out all the hidden weapons in his body, Jing Jiu wielded his sword.
Jing Jiu didn't wield his sword at Jian Xilai; instead, he wielded his sword at a spot in the universe.
Those nuclear torpedoes had drifted tens of thousands of kilometers away.
Those laser guns had traveled a great many kilometers away, as if they had vanished into the boundless space. Boom!!!
Boom!!!! The nuclear torpedoes had all exploded, turning into countless blue light balls with strong radiation, as if they had turned into sword hilts.
Dozens of dissipating laser beams suddenly turned bright, turning into sharp sword lights.
This was a huge sword that had never appeared in the human civilization.
Jing Jiu held it in his hand.
The dark space in the distance was illuminated by this sword light, revealing the figure of a battleship.
The battleship began to disintegrate soundlessly, as if it was being tortured to death by dismembering it.
Countless corpses of the soldiers were ejected from the battleship, flying slowly in the space; it was unclear where they would be buried.
All the people on the battleship, regardless of whether they were the swordsmen in the Star State in the armor or the regular technical officials, had died.
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A dozen battleships showed up slowly from a dark corner of the space.
Seeing the Scorching-Sun Battleship being beheaded by the plasma cannon, the people on the battleship, especially the ascendants, were shocked and baffled.
Seeing the battleship disintegrating and turning into a garbage dump at a visible speed, they were even more shocked and baffled.
It was deathly quiet in the quantum communication system. It was deathly quiet in the universe.
The battleship was equipped with the plasma cannon of the latest model, so it had to be equipped with the most advanced auxiliary devices, including the defense system. Neither the command ship of the central star fleet nor the private vehicles of the ascendants, nor the battleship of the Shen clan were as advanced as this battleship.
This battleship should have activated the barrier of the gravitational field during the process of firing the first plasma cannon and accumulating energy for the second plasma cannon, but it still couldn't resist the concentrated attack of the Scorching-Sun Battleship. Why?
Nobody could have imagined such a scenario. It was not because of their arrogant confidence, but because of the scientific spirit, which was too illogical.
"Is this … a sword?"
"Even though the Immortal Jingyang is the most powerful swordsman in the history of Chaotian … he is still too powerful!"
"The priest has been saying that he is the new god; is it true?"
"The Immortal Mi is dead!"
"What the hell is going on?"
It sounded ridiculous, but it was a bit humorous. They came to this remote and desolate patch of space for a meeting.
Unexpectedly, so many things had happened before the meeting even began.
Why did that battleship sneak-attack the Immortal Jingyang?
The Immortal Mi was the commander of the Starfront Fleet, and that battleship was equipped with the plasma cannon of the latest model. Was it General Li's idea?
Weren't they all members of the Aoyama Sect? General Li was the great grandmaster of Jingyang! Why did they fight against each other?
The sages had said that any internal strife was a foolish waste of resources before the threat of the Sea of Dark Matter.
There were no fools in the Aoyama Sect. What was the purpose of all this?
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