On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The web of laws has shattered.

The Sea God let out a muffled roar, but the sound was no longer violent; only a deep-seated weariness remained.

Its mountain-like obsidian body was now covered with spiderweb-like golden cracks.

The wounds left by the power of the laws cannot be healed, and are slowly being siphoned off from its life essence.

Its body was cooling and darkening.

Those giant eyes, burning with molten lava from the earth's core, had dimmed considerably, like candles flickering in the wind.

It was exhausted and its life was about to end in an attempt to escape the web of death.

On the other side, the Nihilistic Party's fleet was in equally dire straits.

The power of Poseidon's desperate strike far exceeded everyone's calculations.

Dozens of outer warships were hit head-on by the magma beams, their energy shields becoming as fragile as eggshells and instantly vaporizing.

The warship, along with its crew, turned into molten iron and steam, emitting its final mournful cry, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The flagship's bridge was deathly silent.

The "archbishop" stared intently at the holographic chart.

Nearly one-fifth of the silvery-white light spots disappeared abruptly.

His face beneath the golden mask was contorted and ashen.

Those eyes, which always prided themselves on their sacred majesty, now held only the helpless rage of a plan collapsing.

"waste!"

boom!

He slammed the priceless wine glass to the ground, shattering it into a pile of gleaming shards.

"A bunch of trash!"

"Three hundred 'Sanctuary-class' battleships! A full-strength 'Divine Retribution' legion! And they can't even handle a single out-of-control weapon!"

His roar echoed through the bridge, sharp and out of control.

He doesn't understand.

He really doesn't understand.

Everything was under control, so how did it come to such a miserable state?!

"Lord Archbishop!"

The adjutant beside him screamed, his voice trembling with sobs and utter despair.

He pointed at the holographic chart, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"Look...look! That monster...it's charging again!"

"what?!"

The archbishop suddenly looked up.

His gaze pierced through the porthole, and he witnessed the most desperate scene of his life.

The "Sea God," who should have been dead, dragged his shattered body and let out one last unwilling roar.

It's gone mad.

It's completely insane!

It knew it was going to die, but before it died, it wanted to take the insects that had driven it to its doom with it to hell!

"Fire! Fire now! Stop it! Stop it!"

As the shadow of death rapidly enlarged in his pupils, the "Archbishop" let out a distorted, inhuman roar.

He knew that the fleet had just forcibly activated the "Divine Retribution" system, and the energy core was in a weakened state.

Once you're hit by this raging behemoth...

There is no going back.

Everything is too late.

boom--! ! !

Heaven and earth were torn apart at this moment.

The mountain-like wreckage of "Poseidon," with its last breath, slammed violently into the flagship of the "Nihilists."

There is no energy shield.

The silver-white behemoth that the "Archbishop" saw as the pinnacle of technological achievement was as fragile as a paper model under the unreasonable impact of its mass.

It was smashed in two from the middle.

Countless metal fragments, mixed with the crew's short screams, were hurled into the sky by the shockwave.

It was like a desperate downpour falling into that cold ocean stained red with blood and fire.

Followed by.

The core of the broken flagship experienced an irreversible chain reaction of explosions!

boom--! ! !

A light more dazzling than the sun, a gigantic mushroom cloud made of pure energy, silently bloomed on the sea.

The light swallowed all sound and all color.

The devastating shockwave wiped out all the "Nihilism" warships that couldn't dodge in time, along with their final cries of agony.

When the light fades.

The sea was in a mess.

Less than a hundred wrecked silver-white warships remained, like ghost ships floating silently on the graveyard.

and also……

The "Poseidon" that was affected by the core of the explosion.

Its already shattered body was now in even worse shape, with half of its head blown off.

The only remaining giant eye still stubbornly flickered with a faint, unwilling flame.

It floated silently.

like a statue.

It seems that it has finally died.

"Ahem... What a spectacular fireworks display."

Inside the bridge of the "Dingyuan", Elizabeth looked at the miserable scene of mutual destruction and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

She knew the show was over.

It was the audience's turn to go on stage and clean up.

Her gaze shifted to the man, her eyes filled with undisguised fervor and anticipation.

Lin Zhen didn't look at her.

He turned his head and looked at Murong Yan in his arms, whose beautiful eyes were also wide open in shock from this epic battle of fratricide.

He gently wiped away a drop of grape juice from the corner of her lips with his fingertips, his tone both indulgent and playful.

"Yan'er, was this scene good?"

"Well, it's beautiful."

Murong Yan snapped out of her daze, a stunning smile blooming on her face.

She picked up another grape and put it into Lin Zhen's mouth, her voice full of dependence and affection.

"As long as it's a film directed by my husband."

"They all look good."

"Hahahaha!"

Lin Zhen let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing across the cold bridge, filled with the triumph of a victor.

He suddenly stood up from the captain's seat!

Under the fervent gaze of Elizabeth and Yue Fei, the final judgment was delivered!

"Give me the order!"

"'Zhenyuan' Fleet, deactivate 'Ghost Mode'!"

"All main guns, charge!"

"Target: Anything ahead that is still breathing!"

His eyes gleamed with the cold light of a hunter locking onto his prey.

"Now, it's our turn..."

"It's over!"

"As ordered!"

Yue Fei and Elizabeth responded with a roar that suppressed endless killing intent, their most fervent response!

Om-!

Thirty-six steel behemoths hidden in the darkness instantly shed their disguise!

The brilliant white-gold energy patterns on the ship's hull suddenly lit up like an awakened dragon vein!

That light was both sacred and deadly on this dark ocean of blood and fire!

They appeared silently on that desolate wasteland, like demons descending from hell!

"Then...what is that?!"

The surviving remnants of the "Nihilism" party stared wide-eyed at the thirty-six black war behemoths that suddenly appeared before them, their already desperate eyes almost bursting open!

They couldn't figure it out.

Why is the Eastern fleet, which should have been torn apart by "Poseidon," here completely intact?!

A thought that froze their very souls surged into their minds.

They were scammed!

From the very beginning, they fell into the trap carefully woven by that Eastern man!

All their struggles and resistance were nothing more than a one-man show played by the other side!

"No! This is impossible!"

One of the surviving commanders, looking at the thirty-six black behemoths exuding a chilling aura of death, let out the most unwilling roar of his life.

He wanted to order the warships to counterattack.

To their despair, they discovered that the warship had already exhausted its energy and was completely without power in the massive explosion.

They are now nothing more than a group of live targets floating on the sea!

"Fire."

Inside the bridge of the Dingyuan, Lin Zhen looked at the terrified soldiers on the screen with a hint of mocking pity on his face.

He casually issued the final order.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

A cruel and satisfied smile, befitting a victor, bloomed on Elizabeth's beautiful face.

She knew that a one-sided massacre was about to begin!

Her voice roared through the entire fleet channel!

"Zhenyuan Fleet! Heed my command!"

"All main guns, fire freely!"

"Target! All movable metal objects ahead!"

"Send them all to feed the fish!"