Chapter 438: Chapter 438 Doomsday Plan

A unprecedentedly powerful Abyss Storm was ravaging all space, forcing the Imperial Fleet to deploy full-power ghost energy shields to resist the erosion of this force. Grateful for everything that could be grateful for, our ghost energy’s strong resistance to the Abyss and the trace elements of Ao Tie added to the hull armor made it difficult for the Abyss energy to contaminate the Imperial Army, but this temporary safety did not improve our mood much.

“Damn it, we’ve been deceived!”

After Ocam’s voice faded away, Sandora once again muttered angrily, swinging her fist forcefully. The space around her instantly filled with turbulent ripples with the swing of her slender hand, but in less than two seconds, Sandora forcibly calmed herself down, compressing the raging fire in her eyes to a pinpoint, replaced by an immense gravity.

“Ah Jun, we just released an Abyss Gate.”

It was only then that Sandora suddenly cleared up my confusion–with such an explosive piece of news, it almost stunned me.

I followed Sandora’s gaze to a holographic projection, which was now slowly rewinding an image before stopping it–that was the moment of the Conqueror’s core explosion.

Behind those chaotic lines, a faintly discernible irregular fragment was hidden. When it was magnified by my gaze, it turned out to be a Star Ring Fragment!!

“That Conqueror-class… It had been modified long ago! We know too little about the Fallen Apostles’s Abyssalization of Xyrin technology. They could replace the Conqueror’s core with an Abyss Core. Ocam somehow deceived our detection, hiding a Star Ring Fragment there, which was used as a carrier for the Abyss Gate. When subjected to a fatal attack, it didn’t get destroyed but rather exploded out. His plan was almost foolproof–if we couldn’t think of a way to break through the Gospel Book, then the Imperial Fleet would inevitably be destroyed by the explosion of the Black Sun. If we could break through the Gospel Book, then the Abyss Gate would be released. No matter what we did, we were helping the enemy achieve their goal.”

I was left gaping at the results Sandora had inferred in an instant. After all this time, were we still within Ocam’s calculations?

From the Magic Prohibition World onward, what a grand trap that bastard had designed!

Through the spiritual connection, I could feel how intensely the suppressed rage flared in Sandora’s heart, not just because she was caught in a conspiracy or merely experiencing a failure. What truly enraged her was: being the supreme Queen Xyrin, the noble and powerful Battle Song Princess, she was calculated to such an extent by a schemer whose name she hadn’t even heard of–who, according to information from Visca, had no power other than cunning–this was absolutely intolerable for her!

But this anger now couldn’t be released. That cunning Fallen Apostle knew quite well how to protect himself. His physical body wasn’t even in this place! From beginning to end, we had only been entangled with the traps he had set. Now it felt like we had swallowed a bitter pill and couldn’t even find a target to vent our frustration!

Feeling Sandora forcibly suppressing her own rage, I stepped forward and gently pressed her shoulder, trying to comfort this proud girl who had just suffered a great setback. Sandora calmed her emotions, turned her head, and showed me a forced…erm, silly smile…

Not forced at all, right! Where did that fiercely enraged queen go, girl!!

“Being unable to control one’s anger is an unforgivable weakness for a leader,” Sandora leaned into my arms, gently rubbing against my cheek. I could feel that the anger in her heart might really have been completely suppressed–or maybe she had already turned it all into motivation?

“One day, I will tear that arrogant man to pieces, but before that, we must resolve the crisis before us… The power of the Abyss is currently temporarily bound by the chaotic Law of the Black Sun, but breaking the Law’s restriction of the Black Sun is a technique that the Xyrin Empire had mastered a long time ago. Since we can easily enter the Sun Core, Ocam surely has a way to cause this polluting storm to burst out from the Black Sun… By then, as he said, the might of the Abyss Storm will indeed increase to the extent that it can contaminate the entire universe… How much time do we have left?”

“This last sentence, she spoke to the air, knowing that Bubbles was awaiting our commands. Sure enough, as soon as Sandora finished speaking, Bubbles reported her calculations, ‘Fifteen to twenty days are required for the Black Sun to collapse entirely and for the Abyss Storm to be intensified enough to radiate across the universe. However, we cannot rule out the possibility that the technology of the Fallen Apostles could accelerate this timeframe. Therefore, we might have about ten days left. After ten days, once the Black Sun collapses, Abyss Power will sweep across the entire universe instantaneously in the form of quantum radiation.'”

“Ten days… Can we destroy this Abyss Gate within ten days?”

I asked Sandora. To me, although the Abyss Gate sounded terrifying, it was at least confined within the Black Sun, and destroying a star should not be a problem for the Imperial Fleet.

Unexpectedly, Sandora answered negatively, “Impossible. We could perhaps eliminate that ‘gate’ using special methods before it’s released, such as thrusting it into the Void to be devoured and purified. However, now it has already been unleashed in the big explosion. The scattered Abyss Power lacks a physical form. Even if we destroy the Black Sun, it would only allow those destructive thoughts to disperse more rapidly… Abyss Power is very difficult to eradicate unless cut off at the source, or until after it finishes infecting, when we could purify the contaminated entities. The most insidious part of Ocam’s plan is that he transformed this source into an open gateway, which the moment we used Void Energy to release the Abyss Gate, became impossible to eliminate. And what’s even more troublesome is next – this place is Gods’ Battlefield…”

“Chaotic laws pervade this place, making the situation of this Black Sun unique. Unless using pure Law Power to entirely evaporate it, any other attack would fail to destroy this dark celestial body. Even if we were quick, preparing a Law Weapon powerful enough to intercept the dispersing Abyss Power beforehand is impossible… And what’s worse, the Abyss Energy here has likely mutated due to residual Divine Power, bearing attributes of the laws… In its non-physical state, there’s no way to destroy it.”

Since the Conqueror-class Annihilation Ship had already been destroyed, the chaotic space filled by the Black Sun was calculable again. The Imperial Fleet successfully escaped this area now fully contaminated by the Abyss. Zeratul had been with us all along and observed everything; now it seemed he finally got the chance to voice his confusion.

We briefly explained the peril of the Abyss to Zeratul, while Ocam was described as a traitor of the Empire. We did not elaborate on the existence of the Fallen Apostles, fearing that spreading such information might induce panic.

“Spreading across the entire universe…” Even the usually calm Uncle Z felt a chilling terror upon hearing this alarming news. Compared to an evil power capable of destroying the entire universe, the Insect Race calamity troubling the Kepulu Star Zone now seemed as trivial as having two extra cockroaches at home, “If all this really happens…”

Sandora calmly continued, “We will try to relocate the innocents of this world, but ultimately, this universe will be abandoned. The Empire might sentence this world to death, but more likely, the Divine Race will intervene – the scale of this incident has far exceeded our expectations.”

Sandora’s words left Zeratul in prolonged shock but suddenly reminded the two others present: me and Lilina.

Simultaneously, both of us exclaimed, “Dingdang!”

It was time for that perpetually negligent house pet God to stretch her limbs. This is her world to manage; she surely couldn’t just watch it be destroyed!

After escaping the Black Sun, we first regrouped with Reynolds and the Blade Queen, who were waiting outside. The latter immediately sensed the oppressive mood amidst us but felt inappropriate to ask. Finally, with our silent consent, Zeratul roughly told Reynolds about the situation. Yes, and then Uncle Reynolds decisively leaked it to Kerrigan.

“You should know the situation by now, perhaps there is still much you don’t understand, but our entire universe is facing a death crisis,” I said openly on the Imperial Admiral’s bridge to Reynolds and his blade girl, “The Kepulu Star Zone is inevitably doomed, and the lands will sink, but we only have a limited number of ‘tickets’. Or more bluntly, only two-fifths of the population in this star zone might survive the disaster…”

“I have just one question,” the Blade Queen’s face was unreadable, and she interrupted me calmly, “If this power is as strong as you say, capable of destroying the entire universe, do you have the means to eliminate it? If not, what’s the point of seeking refuge? After the universe perishes, could there still be survivors?”

Lilina glanced disdainfully at her, “Your insight is too shallow. First, even facing world-ending disasters, the Empire has the capabilities to fight, and within our reserves, there exists a True God. The great Goddess will naturally find a way to handle everything. Secondly, even if the universe perishes, there are plenty of places for you to take refuge. You only see one universe, but the worlds the Empire has stepped into are countless. If necessary, we could simply move you to another universe for refuge.”

Lilina’s words left the Blade Queen wide-eyed. Previously, she had never considered the sophisticated issue of “seeking refuge in another universe,” but now it seemed like this unimaginable scenario was part of a standard migration?

Just like Lilina said, these natives who have never left the Kepulu Star Zone are too narrow-minded…

However, although evacuation was mentioned, it should be considered as a last resort, since our Earth is still part of this universe… Even with our current power, moving the entire Earth to a nearby universe is possible, but that would indeed turn Earthlings into exiles, and with a population of seven billion migrating, I don’t know what this book would turn into…

After asking Reynolds and a few others to leave, we successfully contacted Dingdang. Although she was still spending her days idly wandering Candy Mountain on Earth, she had sensed the abnormalities of this world quite early. Now, when I suddenly called her urgently through a spiritual connection, Little Thing instantly teleported in front of me–she didn’t even ask what happened.

The tiny green figure pouncing right onto my face gave me quite a scare. After I managed to pluck the rubber candy-like Little One off my nose, I finally recovered from the mental image of “there’s an assassin.”

“Ah Jun! Ah Jun! Ah Jun, Ah Jun!! Disaster, disaster, achoo!” Dingdang dangled from her wings in mid-air, calling out in a thin voice while involuntarily sneezing, “Dingdang has a cold, lost appetite, can’t sleep, toothache, even bit my tongue while eating candy this morning! The world is ending!!”

As a God, at least leave me the last shred of dignity, you idiot! Isn’t this the time you’re supposed to majestically summon ten thousand angels or just toss out Jesus to save the world?! Don’t wipe your nose on my sleeve with no dignity, you domestic fool!!

“Ah! The Abyss is erupting!” After I shook her vigorously until she finally calmed down, Dingdang immediately exclaimed upon hearing the news, “This is it! Such a big hiccup, Dingdang will definitely get her entire month’s bonus deducted! Dingdang has no money left!”

…Is Doomsday merely about getting a month’s bonus deducted? Should I feel sad about that? And, come to think of it, does the Divine Race even use money? What on Earth has Dingdang been spending her salary on?!

Great, just emerging from the shadow of Doomsday, and now I’m facing such an overwhelming need to vent; switching mindsets so suddenly really sucks.

“Let’s not talk about that now, Dingdang. Do you have a solution? As the Management God of this world, your power here should be immense, right? It’s such a vast universe, and currently only one star is contaminated; shouldn’t it be easy to resolve?” Qianqian asked anxiously. But honestly, I never held much hope for this Little One from the start.

“Dingdang is the world’s Management God, but the responsibilities of a Management God include controlling the laws of the universe! Things like the annihilation of worlds by the Abyss, especially when it initially infected a black celestial body that’s already beyond the control of universal laws, even Dingdang is helpless!”

Just as I expected…

This didn’t surprise me. Dingdang may have complete control over the entire universe, but it’s similar to a person being able to control their own body; however, when someone shoots them in the head, they cannot just control their body to not die. Similarly, Dingdang’s control over the universe is limited to preventing it from falling into chaos, and now, the impending Abyss Storm is like a bullet shot into the body; Dingdang can control the entire Kepulu Star Zone but couldn’t possibly control an external bullet–the Abyss doesn’t listen to her.

“However, Dingdang can temporarily localize the Abyss’s contamination within a certain area, and delaying the corruption is also possible,” after the initial panic, Dingdang finally remembered her identity and started to recall the laws she had almost entirely tossed to her elementary school teacher. This time she didn’t rummage through mountains of notebooks and cheat sheets from her messy personal space. The Little Goddess sat cross-legged in my palm, her expression serious and her hands clasped, finally resembling somewhat of a God-like figure… er, closer than her previous image, at least. “If we completely modify the universal laws of the Kepulu Star Zone, perhaps it might temporarily become a separate universe, then just wait for the Abyss Power to completely corrode this ‘miniature universe,’ and purify it after they are fully released. That should solve it, phew, Dingdang is so amazing!!”

Dingdang, you’re amazing, but why do I feel like crying now?

“With that, the entire Kepulu Star Zone would be sacrificed. Can’t we make this area smaller?”

Qianqian’s face showed an expression of disbelief. According to Dingdang’s suggestion, designating the Kepulu Star Zone as a flood release area and allowing the Abyss to erode it before utterly destroying it seemed to be the best solution. But what did this imply?

It meant annihilating billions of innocent lives.

Perhaps, for Sandora, such events were quite normal. In her past conquests, she must have engaged in similar genocidal warfare. However, as an Earthling who had been taught about peace since childhood, this decision seemed far too cruel, even for Qianqian’s darkened state.

Moreover, as the Life Goddess, was Dingdang really unaware now? But when the time actually came to destroy the Kepulu Star Zone, would she be able to accept the consequences of her guidance?

“Containing them within the Kepulu Star Zone is already the limit of what Dingdang can do. Any smaller and the Abyss Power might leak out, which would be disastrous if discovered too late!”

“Dingdang, you can slow down the rate of Abyss contamination, right?” I recalled something Dingdang had casually mentioned earlier.

“Yes, I can alter the cosmic laws near the Black Sun, temporarily nullifying quantum effects in that region, and set the speed of light there to ten meters per second. In this way, the Abyss Power will not be able to spread instantly but will leak out slowly at ten meters per second. However, this process can only last for a maximum of thirty days, or it will cause irreparable damage to the world!”

You can do such a thing? Should I really be addressing you as Lord GM?

“How many residents can evacuate Kepulu in one month?”

Sandora shrugged, “You should ask them, not me–Protos Natives excel in space technology, and they are a fully militarized civilization. Their ancestors left space gates everywhere which should make evacuation feasible for them. As for the Insect Race, it is more or less a single entity. Letting the Blade Queen escape is enough; the rest of the Insect Race would be abandoned. But humans…”

Big Sister took over, “That’s one side of the issue. The other issue is, how do we destroy the Kepulu Star Zone? This isn’t just one or two planets or even a star system that we can easily obliterate; this is an entire star zone–twice the size of the Milky Way according to the setup in ‘StarCraft’!”

Before we could even turn our gaze to her, Dingdang was already shaking her hands, “Dingdang can’t manage that; right now, I can only administer one single-thread operation at a time, either modifying the law or destroying a star zone!”

Forget it, God’s performance this time already exceeded my imagination.

In theory, to annihilate a galaxy-sized star system, the conventional Imperial Fleet would be insufficient. Even with the tremendous firepower of the warship main cannons, those are still considered “conventional weapons.” What we need now are absolute Law Weapons, capable of warping the cosmic rules on a galactic scale just like Dingdang, aimed for total annihilation. Even detonating the galaxy’s core might not achieve this effect. Where would we find such a massive weapon?

A triple strike of the Conqueror-class might accomplish it, but we can’t produce that. Alas, the only possible sample had been destroyed by me…

As I was troubled by the lack of a sufficiently powerful weapon of mass destruction, a soft, dull voice suddenly resonated deep within my consciousness, a nearly forgotten luminescent body instantly illuminating my mind, “Lord Brother, I can help.”

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