182: Chapter 180 Crazy Upgrade! 50 Billion-Level Primordial Armor!

The final command from Commander Gu Yuan echoed through the loudspeakers.

"Give that native—a massage."

As these words fell, it felt like a slap across the faces of everyone in the Tali Tribe.

Who were they?

The great thieves who had roamed the boundary seas for thousands of years.

Even Higher True Worlds would lock their world gates the moment they heard the name of the Tali Tribe.

Forty billion tribesmen, a million warships.

Today, they actually had to resort to acting as masseurs for a native to trade for a way to survive?

"Commander!"

The senior staff officer's eyes were bloodshot, and a low roar squeezed out of his throat.

The internal channels of every sector of the mechanical god exploded instantly.

Humiliation.

Unwillingness.

Anger.

These emotions spread wildly along the source power network.

Every Tali Tribe warrior's face felt like it was burning.

Commander Gu Yuan did not turn back.

He raised his hand and directly cut off the external public broadcast, leaving only the internal fleet network.

The next second.

His originally hunched back slowly straightened.

His face, which had been flushed a liver-colored purple, suddenly cracked into a cold, sinister smile.

"What are you crying about?"

"Swallow your tears!"

Commander Gu Yuan's voice, carrying nine layers of pressure, boomed into the minds of every Tali Tribe warrior.

Everyone on the bridge looked up sharply.

Second Lieutenant Gu Ya stared at him blankly: "Commander, you..."

"Do you really think I want you to act as servants for that native?"

Commander Gu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with the madness of a gambler placing his final bet.

"We don't only have the path of compromise."

"We can still—kill him!"

The bridge fell silent instantly.

Commander Gu Yuan stared at the big screen.

On the screen, Lin Mo was sitting lazily on the black-gold grandmaster chair formed by the world-splitting lock.

It was as if he were waiting for someone to start their shift.

Commander Gu Yuan's voice grew colder and colder.

"We overlooked one point before."

"Can he really be immune to the world-splitting lock?"

"Not necessarily."

"He only withstood the low-power attacks from the 200,000-strong vanguard battalion."

He enunciated each word clearly.

"But he has no idea what the true nature of the world-splitting lock is."

"It is a Causality Law artifact!"

"Even if an Extraterrestrial Demon were to die on it, it would surely be unable to revive!"

"More importantly, it can connect to our tribe's origin."

"The more tribesmen connected, the greater the power."

"Theoretically, there is no upper limit!"

Commander Gu Yuan turned around abruptly, his finger almost poking into the screen.

"Now, we have forty billion tribesmen!"

"Pour them all into the world-splitting lock instantly."

"The power of that strike will be who knows how many times that of the 200,000-strong vanguard battalion!"

His voice lowered, but it was even more chilling.

"Lin Mo is too arrogant."

"He thinks it's a massage chair."

"Then we will let him die on the chair he sat on himself!"

In the internal communications, every Tali Tribe warrior listened with heavy, ragged breathing.

The humiliation faded away.

Replaced by doubled killing intent.

As long as they killed Lin Mo.

They could clean up the Void Creatures outside themselves.

The Third Fleet could still survive!

In the void of the boundary sea.

Lin Mo leaned back on the world-splitting lock grandmaster chair and yawned.

"Hurry up."

"My time is very precious."

The mechanical god's main monitor flickered.

Commander Gu Yuan reopened the external communications.

His tone was extremely low, even carrying a hint of humility.

"Lord Lin, we admit defeat."

"We will now... transmit source power for you."

As the words fell.

Commander Gu Yuan instantly switched back to the internal network and roared.

"All troops, obey orders!"

"No reservations!"

"Source power link!"

Boom!

The origin condensed by the forty billion Tali Tribe members erupted from the chest of the mechanical god like a dark red pillar of light.

Without a moment's pause, it slammed fiercely into the world-splitting lock.

The originally pitch-black artifact was instantly swelled into a blinding crimson.

"Clang—!"

Countless blood-colored causal chains with barbs shot out from inside the grandmaster chair.

Like a swarm of crazed venomous snakes.

Instantly piercing through Lin Mo's limbs, chest, and even his head.

"It's done!"

Second Lieutenant Gu Ya roared on the bridge, slamming his fists onto the control console.

Commander Gu Yuan stared fixedly at the big screen, holding his breath.

The world-splitting lock was fully activated.

Within one second.

Tens of billions of Causality Law soul strikes cut wildly at Lin Mo's body.

The frequency of the strikes was so high that even the surrounding void was cut into dense black lines.

At the center of the storm.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

An intense tingling sensation spread from deep within the grandmaster chair throughout his entire body.

Comfortable.

So comfortable.

"Ah..."

He let out a long breath in comfort.

On his retina, a pale golden data waterfall cascaded down like a floodgate opening.

[Received soul damage! Primordial World Armor triggered!]

[Received true damage! Primordial World Armor triggered!]

[Received Causality Law damage! Primordial World Armor triggered!]

[Current EXP multiplier: 2 trillion times!]

[Obtained EXP +800 trillion!]

[Obtained EXP +1200 trillion!]

[Primordial World Armor level increased!]

[Primordial World Armor level increased!]

[Primordial World Armor level increased!]

The world-splitting lock was indeed powerful.

It multiplied the strike frequency again and again.

It also converted the damage into various types, such as soul, true, and causal damage.

Unfortunately.

The Primordial World Armor had no built-in cooldown.

It didn't matter if you struck once a second or ten billion times a second.

As long as you couldn't break the defense.

It was all for nothing.

Lin Mo's previous Block effect had already reached 25 trillion.

Without the mechanical god's support, these people's attacks were weak and powerless.

Hitting him was really just like scratching an itch.

What was even better was the pain amplification that came with the world-splitting lock.

Because the base damage was zero.

It was forcibly twisted into a deep, bone-tingling, stimulating sensation.

How was this a torture device?

This was a supreme, fully automatic source power massage chair.

Complete with a tribe-wide power bank version.

"Ah—"

Lin Mo shifted comfortably on the chair.

That sigh traveled clearly back to the bridge along the world-splitting lock's source power circuit.

The ecstasy on Commander Gu Yuan's face froze on the spot.

"He must be forcing himself to hold on!"

Commander Gu Yuan's temples throbbed, and he abruptly increased the source power output.

"Continue!"

"Give me more!"

Inside each warship, forty billion Tali Tribe members went completely crazy.

Mouthfuls of vital blood sprayed onto the control panels.

The red light of burning origin radiated from their bodies.

The world-splitting lock erupted with blinding aurora.

The strike frequency skyrocketed again.

"Woohoo!"

Lin Mo sat on the grandmaster chair, feeling so good he was about to fly.

The numbers on the panel soared like an out-of-control thruster.

The Primordial World Armor, which had been stuck at the 1.8 billion level, had its EXP bar turn red to purple.

The naked eye couldn't even see the frequency of the jumps.

1.8 billion.

5 billion.

15 billion.

30 billion.

Lin Mo watched the exaggerated growth rate, unable to keep his lips from curling up.

2 trillion times base EXP multiplier.

Forty billion ultimate power banks working themselves to death.

Plus a Causality Law artifact that could amplify combos.

How could there be such a treasure of a race in the world?

Time passed minute by minute.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

The mechanical god's movements began to show obvious lag.

The massive dark gold outer armor was burned red.

The energy alarms of the nine main reactors inside rang out in a cacophony of death.

"Commander..."

Second Lieutenant Gu Ya fell to his knees, black blood seeping from his seven orifices.

He could barely lift his eyelids.

"The source power... has been drained..."

"The tribesmen... most of them are in shock..."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The absolute incineration field on the periphery of the mechanical god, used to fend off the monster tide, flickered twice.

Half an hour had passed... and the energy was exhausted.

Commander Gu Yuan dug his hands into the console, his whole body looking as if it had been drained.

He panted violently, his eyes staring fixedly at the big screen.

The source power transmission was cut off.

The red light of the world-splitting lock faded rapidly, returning to pitch black.

The void turbulence swept away the remaining red light.

Lin Mo was still sitting there.

Glowing with health.

All over his body, let alone wounds.

Not even a corner of his clothes was wrinkled.

Because his blood circulation had been "massaged" so well, his complexion was even healthier than half an hour ago.

"Stopped?"

Lin Mo opened his eyes and frowned.

He stretched lazily, still wanting more.

"That feeling just now was pretty good."

"Why did it suddenly go soft?"

"Why are you Tali Tribe members all so short?"

On the bridge, all the Tali Tribe members were pale.

No one spoke.

They didn't even have the strength to curse.

Lin Mo stood up from the black-gold grandmaster chair.

With a thought, he pulled up his latest attribute panel.

[Talent: Primordial World Armor]

[Current Level: 50 Billion Level]

[World-Level Amplification: Block effect × 1000 times]

[Current Block damage reduction: 507 trillion points]

Lin Mo glanced at it.

Not bad, not bad.

Absolutely immune to 507 trillion points of any form of damage.

Whether it was physical, magical, soul, or true damage.

As long as the single-hit damage was below 507 trillion.

It would all be reduced to zero.

Lin Mo looked up at the mechanical god in the distance, its energy depleted and its force field extinguished.

The surrounding grey Void Creature tide had already begun to swarm crazily toward its exposed armor.

He stretched his neck, his smile slowly widening.

"Massage over."

"Next—"

"It's time to enter the factory."