Chapter 1139: Rout of the Primordial Elf Empire! Zero!

Chapter 1139! The Fallen Original Elf Empire! Zero!

In the World of Time.

Within the domain of the Spirit Race, 1653 years ago.

"Na-tiya..."

Zhou Zhou, who had taken the form of a scholar wandering the continent to comprehend the Lord's laws, sighed softly upon recalling from Zhou Zheng's shared memory that Na-tiya had perished.

War is like this.

Those who take part in it can never know—whether the next to fall will be themselves or a loved one standing beside them.

Yet within him, sorrow did not reign.

After all, he possessed the power of resurrection. Once he obtained a single relic belonging to Na-tiya, he could simply bring her back—there was no reason to grieve.

"Na-tiya."

"You chose to decline my invitation out of gratitude for reviving Elizareth."

"Now you have perished in the struggle for power within the divine realm, protecting Elizareth."

"Has the debt of gratitude you once cherished been settled with her?"

Zhou Zhou silently pondered this.

Naytha was the first hero He had ever encountered, and her nature was so tender and touching that it stirred complex, elusive feelings within Him.

That was why, when He first saw Naytha again, He had reached out, offering her a place in His realm.

Yet she had declined.

Zhou Zhou had not forced her to stay.

Now, if He were to invite her again, would she not have a reason to refuse?

That thought flickered briefly in his mind, then he shook his head with a smile, dismissing it, and continued to gaze at the human classic in his hands, walking steadily toward the distant horizon.

……

The Imperial Palace beneath the scorching sun.

Upon the throne.

After a moment of stillness, Zhou Zheng spoke:

"Collect all items belonging to Nataya that may be used to revive her, and bring them back to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Tu replied with respectful deference.

"Is there any further intelligence?"

Zhou Zheng asked.

"Your Majesty, there is additional relevant information."

"According to the Tian Tu Legion's report, the original elven empire's vast army of Elisaar, after being routed by the barbarian divine realm, split into three parts."

"One faction became mere scattered survivors, only concerned with their own survival."

"Another group fled toward other elven empires."

"And the final portion marched directly toward our nation."

Wu Tu spoke respectfully.

Zhou Zheng raised an eyebrow at this.

These people... aren't they going to surrender after their defeat, hoping to come here for aid?

Though he has a past connection with Natiya, it's merely that—only a personal bond with her.

What connection does that have to the original elven empire?

If this being intends to rely on that relationship, thinking he can somehow save the entire original elven divine realm—well, that's utterly impossible.

After all.

The Elven Empire had previously promised to assist in boosting my faction's score—now there's no explanation at all.

Until I repay the favor, they expect me to step in again, to get myself into trouble. Zhou Zheng isn't a fool; naturally, he wouldn't accept such a request.

"Your Majesty, how should we treat these fleeing soldiers from the Elven Empire?"

Zheng Yuanchi asked cautiously.

"Keep them beyond our national borders."

Zhou Zheng spoke indifferently.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zheng Yuanqi bowed respectfully.

"Wu Tu, continue to send out a portion of intelligence operatives to gather information on the divine realm's succession struggle."

Zhou Zhengdao.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Tu spoke respectfully.

Zhou Zhengdao nodded slightly, then remembered something, and asked Zheng Yuanqi, "By the way, how has the relocation of the human race from the Wild Wilderness Realm been progressing?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. The matter is progressing very smoothly at present."

"And we have already made appropriate compensation to human clanspeople who suffered losses during the relocation process."

Zheng Yuanqi spoke respectfully.

Zhou Zhengdao nodded.

After a while, the three of them continued chatting, then Wu Tu and Zheng Yuanqi excused themselves to attend to their duties.

Zhou Zhengdao also resumed handling official affairs.

The front lines are under Zhou Zhan's vigilant oversight—unless the situation reaches an absolute crisis requiring multiple elite forces to intervene, in which case his inner political avatar will not leave the territory.

...

Meanwhile.

Zhou Zhan had already led ten quadrillion soldiers, eighty thousand deities, and one thousand nine hundred and forty true gods to the crimson army commanded by the Chaotic Crimson Empire, now en route through the battlefield.

In the heavens above,

a black cosmic mothership, shrunk down by a factor of one trillion, hung silently in the vacuum.

It was the Everlasting Mothership!

Though reduced by a trillionfold, its diameter still stretched to an astonishing one light-year in length.

Such a colossal entity, yet below it—eight thousand million soldiers, over thirty million crimson deities, and more than five thousand crimson true gods—remained utterly unaware, continuing their march as if nothing had changed.

Completely oblivious to the enemy's arrival.

……

Inside the Eternal Vessel.

Within the Eternal Realm.

This is the specially designed combat conference chamber for the captain and core members of the vessel.

At this moment, key generals of the Jiaoyang Empire—Zhou Zhan, Bai Yun, Chì Xuān Tiān, Yīng Níng, Yuan Chong, and others—are gathered here, viewing the advancing red army below through a virtual external landscape mode.

Though they had long anticipated such a scenario, the sheer scale of the forces below still evokes a sense of suffocation.

Such overwhelming numbers.

Without counting their master-level divine techniques, even a high-tier divine realm faction would scarcely be able to muster such an army.

Only legendary master-tier factions—or master-tier races—could possibly assemble such forces.

Yet, when they noticed that these red legions had no awareness of their own presence, they could not help but marvel in quiet astonishment.

The upgraded Evermother Ship indeed proved nothing short of extraordinary.

They were no longer vanishing into spatial folds, relying on tangled and intricate layers of space for concealment—instead, they merely used the Evermother Ship’s invisibility function to hide high above.

Yet, not a single trace had been detected?

The Evermother Ship is incredible!

The Sovereign is incredible!

Their minds echoed in awe.

Zhou Zhan himself was equally astonished.

Then came a deep, refreshing sense of ease.

There is nothing quite like the exhilaration of technological supremacy—how utterly satisfying it is!

No waste of the countless lordly talent crystal fragments he had invested, transforming the mechanical race’s gift into the Mythic-Class, Singular Tier.

At that very moment.

A calm, mechanical voice echoed.

[Your Majesty, all high-priority targets have been identified.]

The words had barely settled when a virtual map appeared before Zhou Zhan and the assembled generals.

They immediately turned their gaze toward it.

The map displayed the movements of the crimson armies below, marked with dense clusters of red dots—each dot representing a warrior or a lesser soldier within the crimson forces.

Among these red dots, certain clusters of special red points were distinctly highlighted, accompanied by annotations specifying the name of each faction and the total strength of their forces.

One by one, the generals studied the details.

[Chaos Crimson Empire], [Magical Nightmare Crimson Empire], [Black Dune Crimson Empire], [Dark Azure Crimson Empire], [Car Pool Crimson Empire]...

Yes.

These deliberately circled and marked crimson forces—exactly the targets of Zhou Zhan and his companions—were the 93 advanced Crimson Empires they had come to seek.

Bai Yun and her companions gazed at the positions of these crimson empires, their faces alight with astonishment.

They could not have imagined that, mere moments after arriving here, the Everlasting Vessel had already sifted through over eight thousand million crimson troops and pinpointed their target with such precision.

The efficiency in gathering, processing, and discerning information was nothing short of astonishing.

A faint smile touched Zhou Zhan’s lips.

The Everlasting Vessel’s first performance had not let him down.

His confidence in this war had grown once more.

"Good work, Unit Zero."

Zhou Zhan praised with a gentle tone.

[Zero]!

It is the highest-authority intelligent life of the Eternal Carrier, the very trace of consciousness bestowed upon by the Mechanical God within this god-tier cosmic vessel!

It is said that [Zero] was the first intelligent being to achieve life among the mechanical race, a creator-like entity of the mechanical people, and thus the name [Zero] was born from this.