The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 503 Ghost
Light leaked from Li Ang's fingers, and the pile of light particles slammed into the narrow crystal cavity desperately, trying to break through the confinement of Li Ang's palm - unfortunately, it was useless.

A year passed outside the black domain, but less than a second passed inside the black domain.

In less than a second, Li Ang first teleported himself into the space several light minutes away, and then created a strong gravitational source (the distance from the sun is a bit close, if a black hole is directly created, the sun will be engulfed together ), trying to drag the light particles out of the original track.

But the light particles are not fighting alone. The crystal cavity filled with light particles can correct the course to a certain extent, which makes Li Ang have to stay in place and continue to maintain control of the gravitational source.

He was dragged in place by the light particles, so all kinds of offensive weapons that are rapidly attacking the earth need to be resolved by the earth itself.

This is almost an unbelievable thing. You must know that even the fleets of the three empires themselves could not survive the artillery bombardment accumulated for a year. overwhelmed.

At this moment, Empress Shia clenched her teeth, Skrull Warlord's eyes widened, and even the Supreme Wisdom, who did not reveal his sorrow and joy, held his breath subconsciously—even though he was a The big head in a glass jar has long since ceased to use the extravagant and inefficient oxygen exchange method of breathing.

Just as they deduced, in the face of Li Ang, a top transcendent who rubbed black holes with his bare hands, the empire did not have much confidence to completely crush or even kill him—all the empire had to do was to clean the earth's ecological circle and destroy human beings. Just be civilized.

Once the strategic goal is achieved, no matter how painful the price is, it is acceptable.

In the panel of the superluminal monitoring equipment, countless rays of light are heading straight to the earth, while Li Ang in the distance is still trying to control and stop the light particles.

Everything looks so beautiful, and everything seems to be acting according to the script of the Three Empires.

Except for one thing that wasn't in the script - the fog.

To be precise, it is a cloud of smoke slowly rising from the bottom of the earth's oceans.

The cloud of smoke can't tell its color, it looks like a group of strange and thin clouds,
Every microsecond, there are thousands of colors and tens of thousands of shapes, stirring and tumbling in the clouds, and just looking at them makes people want to vomit.

The cloud of smoke came from the bottom of the sea, expanded rapidly in a very short period of time, and soon surpassed the first cosmic speed, wrapped around the earth's near-earth orbit like a ball of fermented dough.

The whimsy of the accelerated world, combined with the endless labor force of the mechanical octopus, has laid a full layer of defensive weapons on the low-earth orbit.

These mostly gun barrel-shaped position defense weapons tore off their camouflage, slowly woke up from sleep, and in the shroud of strange smoke, aimed their cannons at the enemies outside the sky.

The ready-to-go weapons of the position did not affect the expansion speed of the smoke.

The smoke that reached the low-Earth orbit surface did not slow down, and even accelerated again. After 1.2 seconds, the smoke officially wrapped the moon.

Moon, this gray and barren satellite with no atmosphere, has been responsible for attracting meteorite artillery fire for the earth in the past billions of years.
In that battle with Dormammu, the moon was hollowed out, dragged out of the orbit of the earth and the moon, and almost disappeared as a wandering star. Such a tragic past has not changed the fate of the moon now.

As it was wrapped in smoke, the surface of the moon, which was full of traces of metal transformation, also changed. The originally tall and upright ion propulsion tower collapsed downwards, replaced by a huge gun barrel slowly rising from the lunar crust.

Millions of black, thick and long barrels densely covered the surface of the moon,

Under the further transformation of the mechanical octopus, this unfortunate satellite has completely turned into a fortress of war. Whether it is the bright side of the moon or the dark side of the moon, it is enough to trigger the screams of the intensive phobia patients.

The smoke is still expanding. According to the information sent back from the superluminal detection panel, it can be inferred that the expansion speed of the smoke is close to the speed of light.

The three empires have also seen the clues. No matter how the "thing" expands, its material distribution density does not seem to change. The color of each area is still the same, full of weird and distorted colors.

"What the hell is that?!"

Someone asked.

However, before the caring spirit of the ship could give an answer, the first batch of weapons that broke into the black area collided with the smoke.

The photon torpedo passed through the smoke, and exploded without any warning. A huge cluster of light bloomed in space like fireworks.

The antimatter missile passed through the smoke, and before it could show its fangs, it lost its source of power inexplicably.
As the tail engine burst into flames like an asthmatic, the missile body continued to float aimlessly like a dead coffin.

As for the gravitational wave interference device and the ray burst, they couldn't go further in the smoke—although the smoke produced ripples and vibrations visible to the naked eye, the vibrations soon dissipated automatically.

No weapon can penetrate that layer of unknown mist.

All the soldiers of the empire stared blankly at the screen, everything in front of them was silent and silent, but revealed a very strange sense of contrast.

"we lose?"

All the means of attack have failed, and the intuition in my heart tells the soldiers of the empire that it is probably useless to continue firing artillery fire.

The hope of the rise of the race, the continuation of the empire, and the efforts of this year have all disappeared in front of that damned smoke.

Finally, when all the gunfire in the black area was swallowed up, the smoke stopped expanding, and it began to shrink rapidly and take shape, finally showing the appearance of ships.

Those ships, from the perspective of the three empires, have no design aesthetics, and some external components are patchwork, and the technological content is not high, and at most they are close to some advanced civilizations in the galaxy.

The ships are all constructed of ethereal, shapeless smoke that looks like dead ghosts.

This is the First Fleet built by the Planetary Defense Council.

"The whole army retreats."

The unwilling voice of the Supreme Wisdom resounded on the radio, "Those things...are quantum state probability clouds."

Li Ang controlled the power of space, causing the light particles to gradually decelerate between the square inches in his palm. The light particles that exited the light speed forward state had lost their terrifying kinetic energy and could no longer cause any damage.

Snapped,
He lightly crushed the crystal cavity that stored the light grains, moved thousands of miles away, and stood side by side with the ghost fleet.

(End of this chapter)