140: Chapter 140 The Primarch Who Suddenly Came to Help

Millions of Spore Sacs disintegrated at the same moment, shattering into biomass fragments the size of fingernails. The Zerg units inside didn't even have a chance to deploy before they, along with their shells, turned into a rain of blood filling the sky.

Even more eerily, this disintegration seemed contagious. When one Spore Sac shattered, those nearby followed suit, the chain reaction spreading through the air like ripples, clearing all targets within a five-hundred-kilometer radius in just ten seconds.

The sky suddenly became much cleaner.

Everyone was stunned.

"This... what's the principle behind this?" Chu Xinghe stammered.

Yimoku's triumphant voice came through the channel: "It's simple—the Zerg Spore Sac shells are biomass structures with a fixed molecular resonance frequency. I adjusted the output frequency of the disintegration cannon to match the resonance frequency of the Spore Sacs. And then..."

She made a "bang" gesture: "Resonance causes structural fatigue, and fatigue leads to disintegration. How about it? Isn't it scientific?"

"...Overly scientific." Luo Lan pushed up his glasses. "But there's a problem—is this cannon a one-time use? Why did it shatter after one use? Did you make a lot of them?"

"Uh," Yimoku stalled, "Just one. I didn't expect it to shatter either..."

Then, the fourth wave of Spore Sacs arrived, and the Resonance Disintegration Cannon was already gone.

"Alright," Yimoku shrugged, "I'm out of tricks. It's up to you guys."

"It doesn't matter; the results of this cannon are definitely worth its cost." Li Yuan cracked his knuckles. "The rest is up to us combatants. At worst, we'll just meet them head-on—everyone, fire at will!"

The true interception battle against the Zerg Swarm began. As if endless, twelve leviathan motherships continuously hurled spore landing pods toward the Trial Star.

This time there were no more tricks, no more tactics, only the purest clash of firepower. The plasma barrages from drones, the ion rain from floating turrets, the Heavenly Sword Arrays of the Sword Cultivators, the area-of-effect magic from the mages, the Holy Light strafing from the Giants of Lights... all firepower was unleashed, weaving an airtight web of death in the sky.

The Zerg endured with sheer numbers. For them, this kind of airdrop operation only threw away worthless, unintelligent biological weapons, including Zerglings, Hydralisks, Roaches, and so on.

However, it was the first time in many years anyone had seen a frontline scientist like Yimoku, who could convert Zerg corpses into high-purity energy essence right at the front; the Zerg were caught completely off guard.

How could the Zerg have known that this conventional Zerg Tide assault would turn into a mob-grinding leveling journey for the members of the Myriad Races Trial?

They no longer evaded or dodged, simply charging straight down. When those in front died, those behind took their place; when those behind died, those even further back continued to fill the gaps.

Fragments of Zerg corpses fell like rain, piling up into mountains, and blood gathered into rivers, yet the offensive did not weaken in the slightest.

The pressure on the base shield began to rise visibly.

Ripples constantly appeared on the surface of the pale blue shield, caused by the impact and self-destruction of Zerg units. The shield's energy readings began to decline slowly but steadily—although with the base's energy reserves, this rate of decline could last for ten days or half a month without issue, seeing it still made people feel uneasy.

"Just how many bugs are there?" Sai Wei complained while clearing the area with lightning. "We've been killing for so long, why does it feel like there are more and more of them?"

"Because there really are more and more of them," Ansevier pointed out calmly. "Every leviathan mothership is a mobile hive. As long as the motherships are still there, they can produce infinitely—the speed at which we're killing now might not even be as fast as they're breeding."

This fact silenced everyone.

Indeed, the most terrifying thing about the Zerg was never their individual combat power, but their near-infinite numbers and horrific rate of proliferation. You kill a thousand, they breed ten thousand; you kill ten thousand, they breed a hundred thousand. How could they fight?

Just as morale began to dip slightly, a sudden change occurred.

On the ground, those Gene Primordial Bodies that had been wandering around, killing any bug they saw, suddenly stopped their movements in unison.

They all looked up at the sky together.

The next second, a hundred thousand figures soared into the air.

Yes, a hundred thousand.

The Gene Primordial Bodies deployed their various and bizarre methods of flight—some sprouted insect wings from their backs, some sprayed plasma streams from their feet, some directly manipulated gravity to hover, and some were even more outrageous, directly manifesting a small anti-gravity field behind them.

Their ascent was incredibly fast, reaching the same altitude as Chu Xinghe's formation in the blink of an eye.

Then, without communication or command, these Progenitors spontaneously dispersed, each pouncing on the nearest Zerg Swarm.

Their combat methods were... diverse.

A Progenitor with six arms charged directly into a swarm of Mutalisks, each of its six hands holding a light blade. It spun like a meat grinder, and wherever it went, Mutalisks fell from the sky like dumplings into a pot.

A Progenitor with Holy Light wings on its back hovered in mid-air, hands pressed together, as a massive Holy Light magic circle appeared behind it. Countless beams of light shot from the circle, each precisely piercing the core of a Zerg unit.

A Progenitor covered in rock armor was even more violent—it directly grabbed a Corruptor, and then its entire body glowed red. The next second, a violent explosion sent that Corruptor and hundreds of surrounding Zerg into the sky, while it remained unharmed.

The most exaggerated was the Progenitor that could control plants. It flew to a densely populated Zerg area and pressed its hands against the void. The creep below suddenly "came alive." Countless mycelia shot into the sky like tentacles, entangling the Zerg in the air, then tightening, strangling, and absorbing them—the entire process was smooth and fluid, making one's skin crawl.

"They..." Chu Xinghe opened his mouth, "are helping us?"

Although the combat methods of the Gene Primordial Bodies were varied and strange, they had one thing in common—high talent ranks and levels.

The 100,000 Progenitors consisted mainly of Rank 5 units with B to A-grade talents, and a small number of Rank 4 units with A to A+-grade talents.

These Progenitors were like a group of killing machines, with only the "Zerg" as their target in their eyes, clearing them in the fastest and most efficient way possible.

Li Yuan looked up at the various bizarre flying postures in the sky and couldn't help but complain: "I say, did the designers of Holy Brilliance Purity... draw the blueprints while they were drunk? These flying methods are way too casual?"

"Maybe they think," Laya said, leaning on his shoulder and analyzing seriously, "that diversity is beauty?"

"I don't know about beauty," Elia's icy blue eyes stared at the sky, "but the efficiency seems quite high."

It was indeed high.

One hundred thousand Gene Primordial Bodies—all with combat power ranging from Rank 4 to Rank 5, with talent ratings being B-grade at the lowest and reaching as high as A-grade.

After these things took to the sky, the entire atmosphere of the battlefield changed instantly.