Chapter 714: God's will?

Saber Qi billowed, swallowing and spitting light.

If Li Qi were here, he would easily be able to tell that this was the furthest Dao Orthodoxy that had self-developed and spread throughout the Universe.

Martial Dao.

And the phantom behind him was his Martial Dao Divine Intent.

Devour! Plunder!

Through cruel punishments, massacres of the innocent, heavy taxes, and the conquest of countless worlds, plundering their people, such a spirit was nurtured, like a jackal, like a snake!

The remnants of jackals and wolves, the lingering poison of vipers, devastating the populace, invading neighboring realms, and terrifying the masses with cruel punishments. Even with countless people fearing death, there was no repentance. The Martial Dao Divine Intent burst forth, ruthlessly exploiting, with corpses piled high and blood flowing, Killing Intent soaring into the sky, clouds dim and mist somber.

Looking closer, beneath his feet, there seemed to be countless victims of oppression, with souls crying out to the earth and innocents appealing to the heavens. Yet, the master of this Martial Dao Divine Intent remained arrogant and unrepentant.

Such Divine Intent was enough to explain many things. Even though Mo Long was seeing Martial Dao Divine Intent for the first time, he could immediately grasp the meaning conveyed by the Qi emanating from the opponent.

There was no room for compromise. This was a naked invasion; either resist or surrender.

The mech still maintained its combat capabilities, so let's fight!

The light blade in Mo Long's hand hummed, and he charged towards his opponent.

The Saber Qi and the light blade clashed, emitting a sub-audible wave that made one want to vomit blood.

If it were only Saber Qi, it wouldn't be enough to deal with the light blade and the Carp Current Intent within it. But now, it wasn't just Saber Qi; it also included Martial Dao Divine Intent.

Mo Long only felt his mind reel, greatly affected.

His mech had equipment to block mental influence, but it clearly didn't fully block it. He was still affected by the immense Killing Intent and the tyrannical plundering.

But the good news was that the mech's own program would not be affected, still self-defending and attacking. Moreover, this program was personally written by Li Qi, and the Carp Current Intent within it had already broken through the limit of eighth-grade, reaching the seventh-grade level after Li Qi's modification.

Carp Current Intent itself was a set of fist techniques. Theoretically, using it in weapon duels would lose some of its power, but the mech's light blade was in the form of a fist-blade, so it actually fit well.

Like flowing water, fists like ocean waves, contending against the blade of plunder and invasion before him.

But… he was suppressed.

His pre-set martial arts were extremely subtle. Between each Move, it was as if he was tied with lead weights, making his movements sluggish.

The laser from his chest fired.

The opponent swung a Saber Qi, splitting the laser in half. No… is that even possible? That's light!?

Small tracking missiles from his shoulder took flight, but before they could reach, they had already lost power and fallen.

The missiles' kinetic energy… was 'plundered', and these plundered powers even increased the opponent's saber. One saber after another, like a whirlwind, suppressed Mo Long so much that he couldn't even lift his head.

This was the use of Martial Dao Divine Intent.

Martial Dao Divine Intent could achieve various strange effects. This was not a spell, nor a Divine Ability, but purely the manifestation of a Martial Artist's Qi.

When a Martial Artist is firm, their Divine Intent is firm. Thus, when Martial Dao Divine Intent is displayed, even when facing the pressure of a strong enemy or a spell that manipulates the mind, they can remain unmoved, completely ignoring mental influences.

When a Martial Artist is clear, their Divine Intent is clear. After Martial Dao Divine Intent is displayed, they might be free from constraints, or perhaps they can show other effects, such as evasion, or a flickering figure that is difficult to target.

This also related to the Martial Artist's own spirit. It was said that among the Martial Dao in the world, there was a Little Overlord. Like the Demonic Prince, he also possessed an Overlord Dao Foundation. From his title, it was clear that he also followed a path of relentless advance and invincibility.

At that time, his Martial Dao Divine Intent, according to Li Qi's knowledge, was said to have extremely terrifying effects. It could increase the power of his close-combat swings by several times, while ignoring all restraints and not being hindered by spells. Furthermore, his spirit was overbearing; it was said that the entire world could feel his domineering aura, and those with unstable minds would either be terrified or immediately surrender.

However, when he was still seventh-grade, he was defeated by the Demonic Prince, his Dao Foundation shattered, and he disappeared without a trace, his whereabouts unknown.

And at this moment, the Martial Dao Divine Intent used by this extraterrestrial Martial Artist was remarkable for its ability to plunder.

The kinetic energy of the missiles, the repulsive force of the mech, all had a portion stolen by him.

Furthermore, as the Martial Dao Divine Intent exerted its power, and the Martial Artist's own Martial Dao Inner Qi continuously shattered the equipment beneath the repulsion layer.

Without Martial Dao Divine Intent and Martial Dao Inner Qi, relying solely on this mech and martial arts, the disadvantage in close-quarters combat was simply too great, so great that Mo Long found it difficult to compensate on his own.

Mo Long suddenly understood why there were no other large armies guarding the armory, only two small soldiers on watch.

Because the opponent was very confident that all the sixth-grade mechs in the entire city had already been confiscated.

And at this moment, no one in the entire city could possibly defeat him. He was just waiting here for the surviving fighter pilots to walk into his trap.

For some reason, Mo Long had a feeling…

He wasn't the first one.

Someone had been here before.

When he came in, there were signs that the door had been opened, more than once.

This feeling, coupled with the previous oppressive sight of countless corpses, ignited Mo Long's fury.

He sped up, frantically activating all the equipment on his body: shoulder cannons, light blades, wrist-mounted physical machine guns, shock cannons, chest laser beams, adhesive implosion bombs, and high-voltage arc guns.

A large amount of equipment, various weapons mounted on him, all came into play at this moment. This was the combat method of the Advancement Alliance.

The mech itself was a weapon rack. Unfortunately, it was only a modified Patrol Officer mech, primarily designed for riot control rather than offense, and its weapon damage range was deliberately suppressed, making it specialized against humans.

However, when it comes to close-quarters combat specialized against humans, what Dao in this Universe can compare to Martial Dao?

All these mech tactics were completely countered by Martial Dao.

Once in close proximity, a Martial Artist was the strongest.

Mo Long felt a bit deflated. He couldn't help but think that if it were a high-end combat mech or a destruction mech, those could unleash light flashes powerful enough to pierce mountains, along with a large amount of physical ammunition and artillery bombardment, only then could they suppress the opponent with firepower.

However, aside from the unpredictable laser, all other close-combat Moves were suppressed by the opponent.

That long saber seemed like a phantom, yet it always materialized in unexpected places. He couldn't keep up with the opponent's Moves at all. The pre-set combat program had been figured out by the opponent, and his situation was becoming increasingly difficult.

A seventh-grade mech Spiritual Artifact could not possibly be a match for a genuine extraterrestrial seventh-grade Martial Artist. Mechs could be mass-produced, but they lacked a Dao Heart and Divine Intent, and their spells and martial arts were relatively fixed. This was determined by the nature of Spiritual Artifacts. Human participation could only compensate, but Spiritual Artifacts, after all, did not possess high intelligence, and humans could not keep up with such speed.

Ultimately, a person controlling a plane is certainly not as flexible as if they Cultivated into a plane themselves.

Unless it was a Spiritual Artifact with consciousness, like a plane that had gained sentience. In fact, such things did exist; when a powerful Spiritual Artifact awakened its will and Cultivated independently, it was common for them to sometimes control their masters, or even raise them. At such times, they became Cultivators, and the Peng Hai Cauldron was a typical example.

The Advancement Alliance's advantage was quantity, but Mo Long was all alone, completely unable to leverage the advantage of numbers—

"What's wrong? Why are you getting faster, but your movements are getting stiffer? Have you given up?" The insectoid Martial Artist holding the long saber sneered, "Your martial arts rely on the Spiritual Artifact's pre-stored automatic reaction mechanism. How could that compare to my thousand-times-honed saber technique?"

While continuously attacking fiercely, he even found time to mock Mo Long.

Because the battle was already decided. From any angle, there could be no turning point.

The Mother Nest had already formulated a plan centuries ago. They knew the weaknesses and strengths of the Advancement Alliance. This was a civilization with incredibly terrifying production capacity and an absurdly large number of seventh-grade and sixth-grade combat units.

Furthermore, they also possessed top-tier fifth-grade Spiritual Artifacts. Those battleships and super mech individuals were quite difficult to deal with, especially their combat tactics in large-scale warfare.

A central mech controlled by one person, accompanied by dozens of drone swarms, was said to be only one seventh-grade, but it had dozens of seventh-grade Spiritual Artifacts surrounding it. There was heavy firepower, ground specialization, reconnaissance, harassment, self-destructing models, and control models, making it all-round. Dozens of top pilots carrying seventh-grade drone swarms amounted to tens of thousands of seventh-grade combat units, and these could be treated as consumables. There were endless reserves behind them; as long as the precious pilots remained, the lost drones could be easily replenished.

This was the foundation of the Advancement Alliance, the key to this fifth-grade civilization's survival in this cruel extraterrestrial environment.

But all of this had a prerequisite.

That is, their social order still exists, their industrial chain has not broken, and the Advancement Alliance is still a whole, only then can this advantage be brought into play.

Otherwise, they would be like this now.

A pitiful mech, with no coordinated combat, no heavy firepower, no swarm suppression, fighting alone, was simply pitifully weak among seventh-grade units.

However… this one was slightly stronger, much stronger than those he had killed before. At least it had held out for a minute in such high-intensity combat.

However… in a few more tens of seconds, he would be dead.

The battle continued, the pressure from the Martial Artist was simply too strong.

The Martial Dao Divine Intent continued to rise, a savage, devouring tyranny, a greedy, cunning desire like snakes and rats, taking advantage of others' peril, its momentum sharp and cutting, exploiting and oppressing to the bone marrow, a fierce and swift Qi surging out, as if to completely consume Mo Long, chewing even his bones, sucking out the marrow, each act of devouring followed by renewed aggression, without end.

Mo Long could even sense that the fusion fuel in the two cold fusion engines behind him was cooling down, as if their 'internal energy' had been stolen.

Correspondingly, the opponent's Saber Qi grew hotter and hotter. The light blade could still block, but when it struck the repulsion layer on his body, it could directly burn through it, shattering the outer shell and exposing the mechanical parts inside.

As these devices were damaged, the performance of this mech itself gradually declined.

This was the drawback of mechs; from the moment combat began, a mech's combat power was destined to weaken as the fight progressed, unlike many Cultivators who could grow stronger the longer they fought.

The defeat was set. Just like the seven people who came in before, Mo Long, fighting alone, could not possibly defeat this seventh-grade Martial Artist.

The long saber struck down again.

With a clang! The light blade, which had been blocking, snapped in response. The plasma within it dispersed, then was absorbed by the Saber Qi, causing the long saber's temperature to rise again.

Mo Long glanced at it. The magnetic confinement device was broken, and the light blade could no longer confine the plasma.

His last defense had failed.

The long saber was already raised. He activated the repulsion layer, then detonated it.

The immense repulsive force was enough to push away a building, and this also widened the distance between the two, sending them both crashing into the wall.

Mo Long crashed heavily into the wall, and for a moment, he couldn't get up.

The Martial Artist, however, quickly adjusted his posture, not falling, merely being pushed to the wall.

However, such an explosion also caused the repulsion device to be completely damaged. Now, Mo Long had lost all his defensive equipment and was completely a lamb to the slaughter.

The seventh-grade Martial Artist stood up from the ground. He, who had been growing stronger with each battle, was also a bit tired. Clearly, the repulsion explosion interrupted his plundering, and the power he had continuously devoured earlier was lost as a result.

The devouring could not stop, otherwise he would weaken.

But it didn't matter; the opponent was already completely powerless to resist.

He flicked his blade, then walked towards Mo Long, who was sprawled on the ground: "You're not bad. You lasted longer than the others. I'll collect your head as a reward."

Mo Long didn't reply. He didn't Move, unsure if he had fainted.

The insectoid Martial Artist didn't delay. He strode to Mo Long's front, then swung his saber, preparing to decapitate him!

The saber light flashed!

But it let out a 'clang'!

Something blocked the blade!

The insectoid Martial Artist took a look. It was another mech. This mech had actively lunged forward, blocking the strike, but the blade also cut through this ordinary Patrol Officer mech, which was unmanned and had no repulsion layer activated.

Hmm? There shouldn't be anyone here. Why would another mech Move?

Wait! Could it be—

The insectoid Martial Artist suddenly stood up, but then discovered that the entire armory, all the Patrol Officer mechs, had started to Move!

Drone swarm!?

Impossible, drone swarms aren't like this. They need a clear control center to function as a swarm, and that center has already been destroyed by the Mother Nest.

All the mechs he had encountered before had been fighting alone. How could this be happening now!?

At this moment, Mo Long, who had been lying on the ground, slowly got up.

From the moment he stopped speaking, he wasn't resigning himself to fate, but rather entrusting the entire battle to the mech's automatic program.

And he, himself, was cracking the remote access commands for the Patrol Officer mechs.

That was close. He succeeded.

Now, all the Patrol Officer mechs in the entire armory were his 'drones'.