Chapter 1 Although I don't know if Lock Marton really possesses logic that humans can understand, and I don't know if it really has out-of-control emotions like fear and regret that can be clearly described, Hao Ren can be sure of one thing: it must be very surprised by what is happening in front of it.

This indestructible prison, this prison that has been constantly eroded and weakened for ten thousand years but has never collapsed, was so easily breached by it, and the breach even led directly to the external universe.

When the crack was torn open by the oscillation, Lock Marton realized that something was wrong, that there was a trap waiting for it. However, the powerful suction of the space crack and its brief moment of錯愕 (cuò è, bewilderment) made it too late to undo its mistake. What made it even more difficult to undo was the incredibly powerful pulling force that followed the opening of the space crack—that was the twenty-two large tractor beam generators deployed in the universe. These tractor beam generators were used to capture small celestial bodies moving at high speeds in the universe, and their power can be imagined!

Even with its various magical abilities and illogical powers, Lock Marton found it difficult to break free from the restraints of these engineering devices for a while.

If Gordon had directly opened a passage from the beginning, or if someone had prematurely解除 (jiěchú, released) the prison barrier of the Abyss of Oblivion, then Lock Marton would never have fallen for it. It would have realized immediately that it was a trap, and would have sensed the dangers lurking in the outside world through its demigod-level intuition. So, why not simply reverse the approach—let Lock Marton open the door itself!

All Gordon and Hao Ren did was unlock the padlock on the door, leaving it ajar.

But Lock Marton wasn't stupid. It certainly wouldn't obediently cooperate to冲击 (chōngjī, attack) the prison barrier. It had been trapped here for a very long time, having failed countless times to attack the borders of the nightmare world. Therefore, it certainly wouldn't foolishly撞门 (zhuàng mén, bang on the door) again unless there was a pressing need. Thus, an external pressure and inducement were needed to create an urgent desire to escape.

The fierce attack on Spiral Mountain wore down its patience. The attacks of the jailers and Hao Ren wore down its confidence. And, most importantly, the power similar to that of the Creation Goddess was used to create a sense of crisis.

In fact, this sense of crisis couldn't really scare Lock Marton. Hao Ren knew this very well. In his estimation, even if the power of the Creation Goddess really struck it, Lock Marton would probably just shiver subconsciously. Immediately afterwards, it would be able to察觉 (chájué, perceive) the clues and破解 (pòjiě, crack) all conspiracies. But in Hao Ren's plan, he only needed Lock Marton to shiver for that one moment—as long as it actively had the urge to escape from its current position, then the prison barrier could open in response. Before falling into the trap, Lock Marton's demigod-level warning wouldn't take effect!

Watching Lock Marton fall into the space rift, the surrounding chaotic monsters swayed and dissipated like reflections in a mirror or flowers in the moon. The Holy Domain Legion on the ground fell silent in愕然 (èrán, astonishment). The surviving warriors seemed unable to believe: is it over?

Gordon, the King of Mountains, also fell back to the ground, staggering. The other nine jailers also landed clumsily one after another. They barely had the strength to stand. Each of them had shocking, gaping wounds. Leaping arcs of electricity and flames constantly burst forth from within their rocky shells. The eruption at the last moment had completely exhausted their strength. Forcibly using an "Outer God's" artifact to simulate the power of the Creation Goddess had caused these divine creations to suffer a great backlash. To be honest, if Lock Marton had been even slightly alert just now, and had launched even a slight counterattack, none of the jailers, who were already strong in appearance but weak in reality, would have been able to hold on.

"Is it over?" Gordon also raised his head, looking at the sky that was gradually clearing up.

A flock of bats condensed into shape in mid-air, transforming into Vivian's form. The milky white light of order around her was gradually dissipating, a sign that the surrounding chaotic environment was receding. She looked around, and finally her gaze fell on Hao Ren not far away: "Is it over?"

Hao Ren took a breath: "Of course not."

He looked at the Holy Domain Legion and the ten jailers who were supporting each other.

"Their battle is over, but for Lock Marton, the real battle has just begun. Terminal—"

"Understood."

A flash of light, and Hao Ren had disappeared from the spot.

In the vast universe, a crack of light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, piercing the dark space.

The crack quickly expanded, with bright and dazzling arcs of energy jumping between the fissures. And on both sides of the crack, there were all kinds of bizarre and grotesque lights and shadows, as if containing countless profound mysteries. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded to a hundred kilometers. Then, a large mass of chaotic, erratic, dark clumps, as if painted by the most insane artist, rushed out of the crack.

Having been禁锢 (jìngù, imprisoned) by the Creation Goddess for tens of millions of years, and then detained by the jailers and prison system left behind by the goddess for a full ten thousand years, if Lock Marton were a rational mortal, if it didn't know that it had fallen into a trap, it would certainly感叹 (gǎntàn, sigh with emotion) at the hardship of escaping the cage at this moment, and at the brilliance of seeing the starry sky of the external universe once again. However, at this moment, its first reaction was to shrink all its tentacles and completely wrap its huge body with layers of protective forces.

Compared to the completely insane and irrational "First Born," this Nightmare Tyrant obviously retained more complete thinking abilities.

And Lock Marton's reaction was obviously wise, because at the same time that it retracted its tentacles, countless starlight began to shine from all directions.

Ten thousand turrets, trillions of stars—missile arrays represent order, fortress cannons hold glory. Within the range of the star rail cannons, every heretic will deeply understand what it means for justice to descend from the sky, and what it means for the goddess to display her mighty power!

The above sentence was what Duya 12345 said to Hao Ren when explaining corporate culture one time. No, the original words were actually more violent. Hao Ren still removed the swear words in the spirit of caring for the healthy growth of minors...

As the space fire network bloomed with countless lights, a silver-white spaceship also appeared ghost-like from the darkness. The psionic conduction grids on the bow of the ship emitted a faint blue light, and powerful energy was gradually gathering on the focusing crystal of the main gun.

Hao Ren stood on the bridge of the Tortoise Rock Plateau, quietly looking at Lock Marton within the focal point of all the firepower.

"All units, full firepower, free to fire."

In that instant, it was like a mad dance of light serpents.

Various physical and non-physical artillery fire and missiles fell on Lock Marton's layers of defenses. The huge mass of flesh finally felt an unprecedented threat. This level of threat was something it had not felt since it was suppressed by the Creation Goddess. It frantically released its mental power, trying to扭转 (niǔzhuǎn, reverse) the situation with the ever-victorious nightmare. Over countless years, many opponents with great power but weak minds had been defeated by this trick. However, its mental attack was like a stone sinking into the sea, without gaining the slightest effect.

Because at this moment, in the entire space area, except for Hao Ren, the supreme commander, all were unmanned炮台 (pàotái, turrets)!

When the artillery fire landed on its body, Lock Marton realized that it had made a mistake. Therefore, the released mental power instantly shrank, and then transformed into various illusory monsters surrounding it. These 魔物 (mówù, demons) from the mental world quickly took shape in the real world, turning into layers of guardian legions to protect Lock Marton.

Then they were quickly瓦解 (wǎjiě, disintegrated) by the artillery fire.

"Resistance exceeds calculation," Nolan's somewhat mechanized voice appeared in Hao Ren's ear. "At the same time, undetectable and unpredictable structures that cannot be eliminated by conventional firepower are detected."

Hao Ren looked at everything with a沉重 (chénzhòng, grave) expression and whispered, "Nolan, prepare to转移 (zhuǎnyí, transfer)."

Lock Marton's defenses were still瓦解 (wǎjiě, disintegrating) layer by layer. The Nightmare Legion it summoned might be an endless army in the world of Kolo, but under the笼罩 (lǒngzhào, cover) of the vast space fire network, it was nothing more than a slightly thicker cloud. As the light flowed, this cloud was also rapidly dissipating.

The twisted, absurd, and indescribable chaotic body was exposed, and the protective layer formed by countless retracted tentacles was also exposed.

Both physical matter and energy barriers were torn apart by the endless火力 (huǒlì, firepower) bombardment. The body that Lock Marton had spent ten thousand years to re-condense was bombarded by artillery fire, sending碎片 (suìpiàn, fragments) flying in all directions and constantly decomposing. A large amount of black matter and indescribable mist-like things were剥离 (bōlí, peeled) from its本体 (běntǐ, body) and further净化 (jìnghuà, purified) by the artillery fire.

The various recording devices that Hao Ren left nearby began to operate quickly, recording every subtle change in the process of Lock Marton being解体 (jiětǐ, dismantled)—

This is an extremely powerful demigod! This is a demigod who is very likely to have partially stolen the authority of a true god! Every process of dismantling this demigod is worth recording in detail!

Finally, Lock Marton's black "shell" was dismantled cleanly, and a large number of shining rune structures were exposed inside. Those runes operated frantically, but no pattern could be seen.

Beneath the runes was a layer of pure mist, and behind the mist, light瀉 (xiè, poured) out.

Under the saturated火力 (huǒlì, firepower)打击 (dǎjí, strike) that lasted for several minutes, Lock Marton's form underwent many changes, and layers of strange structures were exposed, but it never died. It could even continue to carry out various defenses in an有条不紊 (yǒutiáobùwěn, orderly) manner, and struggled to脱离 (tuōlí, break away) the core area of the focal point of firepower. The韧性 (rènxìng, tenacity) of its life force had completely exceeded logic!

Finally, almost all of its 本体 (běntǐ, body) structures had dissipated, but an indestructible core was exposed. This core was only a few meters in diameter, and emitted a faint light, like a ball of hazy moonlight.

The space fire from all directions encountered阻碍 (zǔ'ài, resistance) in front of Lock Marton's微光 (wēiguāng, faint light) core.

The ever-victorious火力 (huǒlì, firepower)轰炸 (hōngzhà, bombardment) seemed to have failed. More than ninety percent of the attacks disappeared instantly when approaching the微光 (wēiguāng, faint light) core. The very few attacks that penetrated the defense and landed on the core could only produce a small effect, far less than its recovery speed.

Conventional firepower cannot destroy Lock Marton!

Lock Marton had also recovered from the passive state at this moment. It began to move, quickly脱离 (tuōlí, break away) the area where the firepower was focused, and冲 (chōng, rushed) towards a certain direction in the vast space. That was the only direction that made it feel "safe."

At this moment, its judgment, its caution, its多疑 (duōyí, suspicion), seemed to be消散 (xiāosàn, dissipated) by a mysterious force.

On its冲锋 (chōngfēng, charge) path, everything坍塌 (tāntā, collapsed) and泯灭 (mǐmiè, annihilated). Various火力 (huǒlì, firepower) platforms seemed to have lost their judgment due to the influence of the微光 (wēiguāng, faint light) core, and misfires and accidental damage occurred frequently. A shocking explosion zone outlined Lock Marton's escape route.

It坠入 (zhuìrù, plunged) straight into a阴沉沉 (yīnchénchén, gloomy) vortex, completely escaping the火力 (huǒlì, firepower) network.