Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: The Transheavens

The arrogant laughter of the High Cardinals echoed through the grand temple of God Aris. Their golden chalices clinked together in a toast to their own supreme superiority. They genuinely believed the Saint Lands were completely untouchable.

​Suddenly, the towering emerald doors of the inner sanctum blew open with a violent crash.

​The atmospheric gale currents in the room spun out of control, shattering several jade decorations.

A low ranking templar stumbled into the sacred hall.

His golden armor was heavily dented, and he was violently gasping for air. Blood dripped from his ears, which was a clear sign of severe spatial pressure trauma.

Bang!

​High Cardinal Vael slammed his cup onto the table. His green ceremonial robes flared with intense divine mana.

​"How dare you interrupt a sacred conclave! You are tracking mortal blood onto the holy marble! State your purpose immediately or I will have your soul shredded into the abyss!"

​The templar collapsed to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

​"Forgive me, Your Eminences! The outer perimeter of the Saint Lands has been completely breached! The spatial stabilization arrays are failing across the entire sector! They are here!"

​Sect Leader Zhao stood up slowly. He adjusted his heavy golden silk robes with a look of utter disgust.

​"Who is here? Speak clearly, insect. Did a rogue asteroid storm bypass the outer rings?"

​"No, Sect Leader!" the templar wept, pointing a trembling finger toward the massive open archways of the temple.

"It is the Zenith Empire! Emperor Neo Godson has brought his vanguard directly to our borders!"

​For a brief moment, the grand hall was completely silent. Then, Lord Vane of the Golden Coalition burst into a loud, mocking laugh.

​"The lowborn barbarian actually dared to show his face in the sanctuary of the gods! Tch.

Well, This is incredibly convenient. I thought we would have to waste precious fuel flying all the way to the Noman Sector to execute him. He delivered his own head right to our doorstep."

​Lady Mirielle smiled maliciously, eye glemaing with absolute greed.

​"Do not kill him too quickly, Lord Vane. My sect requires his body intact so we can extract that Universal Synthesis talent. Let us go outside and watch the defense arrays turn his pathetic fleet of freed slaves into cosmic dust."

​High Cardinal Zephyr nodded in agreement.

​"Let us witness the absolute foolishness of this mortal Emperor. I will personally activate the Divine Gale Barrier. It will crush his ships under the weight of a million hurricanes."

​The nine elite figures floated gracefully out of the grand temple, completely confident in their absolute victory. They moved toward the massive observation balcony that overlooked the golden skies of the Saint Lands.

​However, the moment they stepped onto the balcony, their arrogant smiles instantly froze.

​The eternally golden sky of the Holy Land was completely gone.

​It had been entirely blotted out by a sprawling, suffocating darkness. Thousands of spatial rifts were tearing open across the celestial atmosphere.

From these massive cosmic wounds, the true military might of the Zenith Empire emerged.

​These were the 3 LORD Class Warships.

​They did not possess the elegant, polished celestial marble of the Inquisitor Armada. They were colossal, brutalist structures forged from the pitch black remnants of destroyed planets. Thick, ancient runes pulsed along their heavy armored hulls..

Together, they looked like primordial predators invading a pristine garden, radiating an oppressive aura of pure destruction.

​At the very center of the terrifying fleet hovered the Imperial Flagship. It was a vessel so unimaginably massive that it generated its own gravitational field, pulling the surrounding holy clouds into its dark engines.

​"What in the name of Lord Aris are those monstrosities?"

​Sect Leader Zhao gripped the marble railing of the balcony so hard that the stone cracked. His Astral Gold Sect boasted five thousand heavy cruisers, but they looked like fragile children’s toys compared to the absolute density of the Zenith Dreadnoughts.

​"Do not panic! They are just large chunks of scrap metal! They possess no divine blessings! Temple Guards, calibrate the defense matrix! Annihilate them immediately!"

​Below the balcony, tens of thousands of golden armored templars rushed to their battle stations. They channeled their holy mana into the massive crystal spires surrounding the temples. A blinding, dome shaped barrier of sacred wind and fire erupted into the sky, shielding the central continent of the Saint Lands.

​Inside the command bridge of the Zenith Imperial Flagship, Commander Vaelar stood proudly beside Emperor Neo’s obsidian throne.

​The massive holographic displays showed the pathetic divine barrier glowing below them.

​"Your Majesty, The enemy has deployed a Type Two celestial defense grid. They are attempting to lock our spatial base."

​Neo sat casually on his throne. He did not even bother to stand up. He looked at the glowing holy lands with eyes full of absolute boredom and terrifying hunger.

​"They still think they are safe behind their glass walls. Please show them the absolute truth of the universe, Vaelar. Do not bother with warning shots. Erase their eastern continent."

​"By your command, Emperor!" Vaela roared. "Men, Calibrate the main energy generators! Overcharge the Nether cores! Fire the Void Cannons!"

​[ System Alert: LORD Class Void Cannons fully charged. ]

​[ Target Locked: Eastern Divine Continent. ]

​[ Initiating Absolute Erasure. ]

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​Back on the observation balcony, the High Cardinals and Sect Leaders watched in utter disbelief as the front hulls of the massive Zenith warships slowly split open.

​There was no blinding flash of light. There was no heroic battle cry.

​Instead, a beam of pure, absolute pitch black Nether force shot out from the Imperial Flagship. It was the exact opposite of holy light. It was the physical manifestation of nothingness.

​The pitch black beam struck the Divine Gale Barrier. The invincible, sacred shield created by the grace of God Aris did not even hold for a single second. It shattered like thin ice under a heavy iron hammer.

​The Void beam continued its descent, striking the eastern section of the Holy Land.

​This area housed the grand Temple of Ignisius, along with a massive garrison of three million elite templars.

​The explosion was entirely silent. The dark energy rapidly expanded outward in a perfect sphere. Everything caught within the black sphere was violently unmade. The towering marble temples, the sacred flames, the golden ships, and the three million elite warriors were instantly decomposed into raw cosmic atoms.

​When the black sphere finally dissipated, there was no rubble left behind. There was no fire. There was only a massive, perfectly smooth crater in the earth. An entire section of their divine realm had been completely erased from existence in a matter of seconds.

​On the balcony, Lady Mirielle fell to her knees. Her glowing gold silk was ruined by the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure. She was violently trembling, entirely incapable of forming a coherent sentence.

​High Cardinal Vael stared at the empty crater, his mouth hanging wide open in pure horror. The arrogance that had defined his entire existence evaporated into the cold air.

​They finally understood the terrifying reality of the situation.

​The Zenith Empire was not here to raid them. Emperor Neo Godson was not here to play cosmic politics or engage in honorable duels.

​He was here to slaughter their gods and devour their entire realm.

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High above the obliterated eastern continent, stationed on the bridge of the Imperial Flagship, Dark Empress Noir watched the absolute destruction with a cruel but breathtaking grin spread across her face.

​For months, she had waited patiently in the shadows. But today, her beloved man, Emperor Neo, had finally given her the explicit order to cast the deadliest spell in her entire magical arsenal.

​[ System Alert: Supreme Demon Magic detected. ]

[ Spell Designation: Unholy Man’s Grail ]

​This was one of the absolute most forbidden spells hidden deep within the ancient Demon Realm. Only the royal demon imperial family possessed the terrifying knowledge to even attempt its initiation. After the ancient Demon Emperor himself, Noir was the second most successful caster in the entire history of the cosmos.

​She stepped forward, her dark violet aura overflowing and suffocating the surrounding Vanguard officers. Without a single moment of delay, she activated the spell.

​"Unholy Night. Swallow the eternal Sun. Decay," Noir chanted, her voice echoing with the resonance of a million trapped souls.

​RUMBLE!

​Upon her command, the very fabric of reality shuddered. The eternally golden heavens above the Saint Lands violently bled a terrifying, corrupted red. The holy clouds instantly rotted away, replaced by a suffocating crimson storm that blocked out the divine light.

​Down below, directly in the center of the massive crater left by the Void Cannons, the holy earth began to violently crack apart. Fault lines stretching for hundreds of miles completely ruptured the pristine continent.

​From the deepest, darkest depths of the shattered crust, a horrifying artifact began to rise. It took the exact shape of a sacred chalice used in religious altars, but its size was utterly incomprehensible. The colossal, obsidian grail pierced the red heavens, dripping with thick, necrotic sludge.

It was a primordial vessel designed to completely drink the divine life force of the gods.

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