Chapter 365 – Finishing Skill – Deity. No Style!

“The Ice God is down. The Distant Star Federation has violated the joint treaty established before the action. They must provide an explanation to everyone…”

“Javier’s stance wavers, this time not even bothering to pretend.

I have information that they seem to be secretly collaborating with Distant Star, joining forces with some Second World countries to explore many hidden places in advance…”

“This joint exploration mission has revealed a lot through the attitudes of various parties, and the situation has become increasingly complex…”

Under the Flying Bear banner, several high-ranking officials of Xia State’s Yellow Bear stood on the open ground in front of the base, speaking in low tones, a faint gloom hanging over their brows.

“By the way, can we get in touch with Yuwen Tong?”

Suddenly, one of the high-ranking officials involved in the action spoke up abruptly.

As soon as these words were spoken, a flash of surprise passed across the faces of the others.

They all looked up at the sky above, where the Ice God Mecha hovered.

A subtle atmosphere was slowly forming.

But it was quickly broken by someone.

“That would have too big of an impact.”

Someone shook their head and vetoed the idea, “After all, this is still within Distant Star’s territory. If we deploy Yuwen Tong, the situation will immediately escalate to a whole new level.”

“I understand that the demon blade who died under the Ice God was highly valued by Yuwen Tong. This might be a good excuse…”

“You think too lightly of this… Distant Star and Javier lost quite a few seventh-stage individuals this time; their reasons are more valid than ours. Moreover…”

Someone sighed, “Yuwen Tong wouldn’t have the chance to rush over here. There are just too many eyes on her on this planet.”

The proposer was still unwilling, and couldn’t help but glance at a short-haired middle-aged man who had remained largely silent.

“Wu Hao, you…”

Unfortunately, the latter only shook his head slowly.

“Sigh…”

The conversation paused, and no one spoke again.

The sound of the Ice God mech starting up was heard from above, its huge shadow rolling over the few people. Someone silently took out a cigarette from their pocket and lit it.

The silence was like a frozen river, oppressively suffocating.

Suddenly.

“Bang!”

A powerful aura burst forth from the previously quiet Chen Wu Hao, rising like a pillar of smoke into the sky.

Sensing something, the group simultaneously looked up.

At some point.

The once bustling joint base fell completely silent; all voices and activities ceased abruptly.

Even the roar of the super engines in their ears seemed to change, as if accumulating and brewing something.

Everyone silently looked up at the sky.

The Ice God Mecha, which was about to retreat from the secret realm, had stopped, assuming a combat stance.

And directly in front of the Ice God Mecha, on the only path out of the secret realm, a figure had appeared without notice.

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It was a figure wrapped in dazzling light.

The glow was so intense that no facial features could be distinguished.

All that could be seen was a roughly four-meter-tall silhouette, slender and well-proportioned.

Long platinum hair cascaded down like a river of stars, reaching all the way to the ankles.

The figure floated silently in mid-air, with three scarlet solar rings at the chest, radiating outward like the sun, sketching intricate patterns across the entire body.

Around this figure swirled waves of strange and pure strength.

It resembled a beam of light, or possibly a ball of fire.

But more accurately, it was like a white hole, pulling in all the surrounding air, creating an exotic and beautiful energy field.

From a distance, it was as if it were wrapped in the auroras from the far ends of the planet or the world’s edge.

“Who is this?”

Everyone who saw the figure had the same thought in their minds, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

On the Distant Star Federation’s side.

The head of the Distant Star Federation furrowed his brow, quickly speaking a few words into his communicator.

Soon, his brow relaxed.

He squinted his eyes, looking coldly at the sky, his demeanor returning to its original calm and composure.

…

“Tonight, I have dinner plans.”

Inside the Ice God Mecha, the middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed mustache glanced at the time and gently set down his coffee cup.

He casually issued an order, “Activate the ultimate form for me, Dai’er.”

“Affirmative.”

A pleasant female electronic voice echoed in the cabin, “Activating Frost Goddess combat mode…”

A surge of white light erupted from the middle-aged man’s body, with ribbons of light connecting seamlessly to the surrounding void.

Semi-transparent dark blue armor began to materialize on his body.

The armor was ornate and feminine, quite fitting with his elegant demeanor.

While the middle-aged man was enveloped in the blue armor, the Ice God Mecha underwent a dramatic transformation outside.

Originally resembling a fearsome beast, the Ice God Mecha started to shift towards a humanoid structure…

Terrifying energy flowed like water over the massive frame, each superalloy panel glowing with unparalleled brilliance.

When the transformation completed, a humanoid Mecha over one hundred meters tall stood towering against the sky.

Its dark blue superalloy body had graceful lines, blending the colors of the starry sky and ice, perfectly merging the beauty of technology with classical elegance.

In its hand, it wielded a colossal lance, with a feminine silhouette adorned by countless radiant lights, resembling an ancient mythological war goddess.

This was the true ultimate combat form of the Ice God-

“Bastieni-Frost Goddess” Form!

Compared to the ultimate form of the Ice God, the aurora-wrapped figure blocking the secret realm’s exit appeared insignificantly small.

Whether in size or aura, the difference was immense, like a mere mortal in front of a deity.

The Ice God casually swung the massive lance, the tip tracing clear ripples in the void.

Inside the Ice God, the middle-aged man, now fully clad in the semi-transparent feminine armor, stood with elegance. He lightly placed one hand on the giant Phoenix Egg beside him, smiling faintly as he looked at the figure locked on the light screen, marked by countless attack indicators.

“Thank you for providing new conversation material for my dinner tonight. Bastieni’s Mercy, crush those ignorant insects that dare challenge the heavens. I believe the lady will find this story entertaining.”

With that, the middle-aged man’s mustache twitched upward slightly, and he leisurely lifted the hand that had been resting on the Phoenix Egg.

Externally, the deity martial-embodied Ice God gradually raised the enormous lance.

Countless radiant lights flowed toward the lance’s tip.

On the light screen in front of the middle-aged man, the data cascaded downward at an increasingly exaggerated speed.

As this enormous killing intent was slowly being mobilized.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man noticed the figure locked onto the light screen raise its head abruptly.

A pair of eyes interwoven with auroras quietly met his gaze through the screen.

“Found you…”

The Ice God faithfully transmitted the captured voice back into the cockpit.

Calm, hushed, like a silently flowing river of auroras.

The middle-aged man couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned upon hearing this voice.

His heart inexplicably skipped a beat, causing his hand movements to pause slightly.

In the next instant of thought.

The figure locked onto the light screen in front of the middle-aged man suddenly vanished!

No!

It hadn’t vanished!

It was still within the Ice God’s capture range.

But due to its incredible speed, the combat-assist light brain only managed to present it after slowing the footage down by an unfathomable degree.

In that moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely.

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened as he watched the figure, shrouded in countless auroras, enlarge frame by frame on the light screen, getting closer…

He instinctively raised his hand, attempting to execute the long-prepared strike-Bastieni’s Mercy, to finish the opponent.

However, just as he raised his hand.

On the giant light screen before him, through the maze of data-filled chaos…

A figure suddenly smashed through the “fourth wall,” breaking out from the light screen in a burst.

As the figure shattered through the barrier.

The middle-aged man completely lost track of its presence.

Light!

A blinding, brilliant light!

In his pupils, it seemed as if a fleeting Meteor streaked across.

And then…

All the lights went out.

In the split second before his consciousness faded, the middle-aged man seemed to hear a voice whispering gently by his ear.

“Finishing Skill-Deity. No Style!”

Bright daylight poured in through the enormous opening, illuminating the dark void of the cockpit.

On the empty platform, a figure stood motionless.

His eyes had lost focus, and his face still bore traces of confusion and bewilderment.

The virtual armor on him shattered like porcelain, with a blood-red hole piercing through his chest, where the heart that should have been beating vigorously had mysteriously disappeared.

“Pilot death… Pilot death… Mecha damage exceeding twenty percent… Mecha damage exceeding twenty percent…”

Amidst the usual crisp and pleasant electronic female voice, the figure on the platform collapsed thunderously and fell silent forever.

…

Outside the cockpit.

Inside the vast headquarters of the united forces, countless people gazing up at the sky wore unexpectedly uniform expressions.

Nearly everyone stood motionless, frozen in place, their faces filled with unforeseen shock and bewilderment.

In their minds, the scene from a second ago replayed repeatedly like a movie.

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In its ultimate combat form, the Ice God Mecha raised its lance to strike, only to be suddenly pierced through by an overwhelmingly brilliant aurora.

And then…

There was no then.

The noble, magnificent, and proud “Frost Goddess” dropped its lance powerlessly.

Like a shell stripped of its soul, it hung quietly in midair.

The roar of the super engine gradually faded, like the receding sound of icebergs.

On the side of the distant star federation, the head of the distant star federation stood with hands behind his back, dazed.

His hand trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

And it was as if this insignificant tremor… made him lose all his composure and confidence at once.

“What on earth… just happened?”

…

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“0.”

“Phew-“

As the countdown in front of him reached zero, Lu Yuan’s figure finally descended from midair.

The auroras enveloping him dissipated, and he stumbled onto the grass, sitting down heavily, holding the Phoenix Egg.

His silky white hair spilled freely behind him, contrasting sharply with the lush green grass.

Bare-chested, Lu Yuan leaned on the Phoenix Egg, lightly panting under the sunlight.

After a long while, his breathing gradually steadied, and a hint of blood-red color started to return to his pale and handsome face.