Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

All kinds of glamorous halos were surrounding it. The sailing trajectories and the floating turrets seemed to have constituted a special ecosystem. It was not just a 'planetary-level' warship but also a living galaxy that was absorbing the materials of the universe and expanding!

However…

Before Theresa was awed by the beauty and magnificence of the starship, she saw what was behind them.

It was simply the most terrifying scene in the universe. It was a nightmare that could not be described with words. It was the embodiment of the apocalypse that could destroy everything!

At first glance, it was a meteoroid shower that was rushing and roaring toward them unstoppably.

But as the scanning system of the starship grew stronger and sent back clearer images and more abundant data, Theresa was able to see the details of the meteoroid shower more clearly. Countless ugly tentacles grew out of the interconnecting cracks on the meteoroids that were the size of asteroids. The tentacles tangled with each other and weaved the meteoroids into a giant net that seemed to be swallowing the entire universe.

The giant net that seemed to be alive was lunging at their fleet from various directions.

As the giant net closed and wriggled, hideous halos appeared on the surface of the meteoroid, which turned into the smiling faces of countless intelligent creatures that were either threatening or tempting the refugees of the Primeval Civilization.

Although the vacuum of the universe could not transmit sound, Theresa could still hear their soul-stirring laughter and screams.

It was quite weird. The disgusting pictures and the ear-piercing noises should've disgusted her, but her head was shaking, and she had a feeling that she might as well stop and end everything right now.

These days, they were like black vipers that tied her up and made it difficult for her to breathe. Her hands were cold, and her nerves were almost cut off from the starship.

At the same time, another icicle-like voice emerged from the depths of his mind. There were only two words:

"The Flood Tide."

Terrified, Theresa was back to herself immediately.

If her guess was correct, this was the true face of the flood tide—at the very least, it was the true face of a small wave of the flood tide that swallowed the universe.

The floating turrets hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the starship opened fire one after another. Colorful pillars of light darted at the enemy. However, the destructive rays that were enough to vaporize an entire planet were as dim and feeble as candles in the wind in the boundless dark dust. Even if they hit the tides, they would not cause any damage to the enemy. Instead, they would infuriate the tides and accelerate the meteoroid showers.

"The distance is too far."

As a gunner and a gunner, Theresa's instincts gradually came back to her. She thought to herself, Considering the long distance and the fact that the enemy seems to be a cluster of life forms without obvious weaknesses or cores, it is impossible for me to seriously wound them.

The commander of the Rogue Fleet of the Primeval Civilization should know that. Why did he waste his energy and ammunition for nothing?

Theresa soon realized why the commander had to open fire from a distance.

As the tide drew closer and closer, the firepower of the fleet grew fiercer and fiercer. The death rays finally condensed into sharp scalpels and tore the tide into thousands of pieces silently.

However, new tentacles grew out of every shard. The hundreds of tentacles waved back at the same time, causing ripples to appear in the stable three-dimensional space. The flood scraps were like octopuses in the deep sea. Their speed was boosted to the maximum instantly, which was even faster than a starship at full speed!

The flood tide actually possessed some kind of super short-distance space jump ability.

The so-called tentacles were not floating in the vacuum, but 'frogs jumping' in the vacuum.

If he wanted to destroy the tide completely, he would have to tear it into the most fundamental units that could not be torn apart any longer. Then, thousands of cannons would be fired at the same time to annihilate all the materials.

An almost impossible task.

It was also the test that Theresa was going to face.

A lot of information flooded into Theresa's brain. She had been authorized to operate the hundreds of floating cannons at the twelve o'clock direction. She had to form a solid defense line and stall the incoming debris of the flood tide for at least an hour in order to buy more time for the emergency space jumps of the Rogue Fleet.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

Every floating cannon had become an extension of her thoughts and limbs. She could clearly sense that the core of the reaction of the floating cannons was shaking at a high speed. The beautiful rays of light formed mottled and scattered paint on the black canvas before they were smashed into a mess by the debris of the flood tide.

With Theresa's quick calculation and precise manipulation, a lot of debris of the tide was hit and torn apart.

However, the scraps that were torn apart still had the ability to wriggle and attack, because they were smaller and more agile.

Finally, half an hour after the two parties reached each other, a piece of the debris of the Flood Tide broke through Theresa's defense and reached her floating fortress.

The two parties were so close that Theresa was finally able to see the true appearance of the flood fragment.

It was the kind of garbage that did not even appear in the most terrible nightmares. Rocks, metal, and flesh were mixed together in a mess. Nothing that could be called a living creature should be born in it, yet it was twitching and breathing in the cold universe.

Through the shell that seemed to be the remnant of a starship, Theresa even saw an organ that looked like an eye with a malicious smile.

Then, a lot of tentacles made of flesh, fiber optics, and crystal cables extended out from the depths of the debris of the tide and pierced into the floating fortress. With the noises of electric currents, the floating fortress was swallowed.

The picture of the floating cannon turned black and red.

In the pictures of the floating turrets nearby, it could be clearly seen that the floating turret had been enveloped by the debris of the Flood Tide and turned into a giant cocoon. The shell of the cocoon quickly cracked, revealing a brand-new, rusted, rusted floating turret.

However, the newborn floating fortress was no longer under the control of Theresa or any other Primeval Beings.

It turned into part of the tide and opened fire at the floating turrets nearby.

Theresa's net of firepower was immediately torn apart. She had to divert part of her computational ability to deal with the corrupted floating fortress. Taking the opportunity, more and more debris of the tides crawled in and corroded the defense layer of the Rogue Fleet like bacteria and viruses. Some of them even marched close to the diamond-shaped warship.