Chapter 680 - 421: Star Realm! Chishan, Your Luck Seems a Bit Bad!

Chapter 680: Chapter 421: Star Realm! Chishan, Your Luck Seems a Bit Bad!

With a muffled boom, that massive head exploded in midair, and foul, blood-red fluid poured down.

The liquid splashed onto the surrounding sand and the bodies of its kin, instantly hissing up acrid white smoke, revealing an extremely corrosive nature.

Yet the skin of these worms seemed completely immune to this corrosion, and instead they were thoroughly enraged by it!

The entire swarm rioted in an instant, countless worms lifting their heads, emitting silent screams as their blood-red bodies writhed madly.

On the distant ridge, large numbers of fully armed Empire soldiers were already in position, cold gun barrels glinting with icy light under the blazing sun, all aimed at the red frenzy below.

"Open fire!"

The moment the order was given, brutal firepower erupted. Countless tongues of flame spat forth, a blazing barrage pouring down, its radiance briefly outshining even the sun overhead.

A heavy stench of gunpowder spread at once, intertwining with the foul reek of the deep crimson worms,

Gao Zheng and the other five core members stood silently at the rear of the army, arms folded, eyes like torches, their gazes already piercing past the chaos before them toward the depths of the dunes in the distance.

They knew perfectly well that what they were seeing now was only the vanguard of the deep crimson worms; the true threat still lay in the rear.

Within the swarm, there were always some individuals that mutated under the catalysis of the Crimson Power, their strength far exceeding that of their kind.

The stronger among them could briefly withstand the Empire’s bullet storm, unleashing power comparable to Star Realm cultivators, posing a substantial threat to the defensive line.

And more fearsome still were those deep crimson worms that had already reached the Bright Moon Realm.

Not only were they overwhelmingly powerful, they had also nurtured a trace of cunning intelligence, knowing how to hide behind the scenes and command vast swarms to launch organized attacks.

As if to confirm their judgment—

"Roar—!"

A deep, oppressive howl came from afar, utterly different from the mindless agitation before.

At the same time, distinct, rhythmic tremors began to rise from the ground beneath their feet, as though some colossal behemoth was marching with heavy steps, leading the true main force of the swarm, pressing toward the defensive line step by step.

"Move out!"

At Gao Zheng’s order, the five members behind him shot into motion, bodies surging upward, lunar radiance flowing around them as an unrestrained Bright Moon Realm pressure spread outward.

In the ten Guard Corps directly under the Sun and Moon Imperial Court, Bright Moon Realm was the standard entry threshold.

Leibuli, who had fallen earlier, had been allowed to join as an exception precisely because of his clan’s powerful battle techniques, enough to erupt in a short time with combat strength on par with the Bright Moon Realm.

Not far away, the rotors of two heavy gunships suddenly accelerated, kicking up a storm of sand and dust.

The five members split into two teams, three on one aircraft, two on the other, leaping precisely through the cabin doors.

On both sides of the fuselage, specially made heavy Gatlings were already extended, their multi-barreled muzzles pointed at the deep crimson worms below.

To maintain accurate fire from a helicopter in high-speed flight while constantly maneuvering evasively required immense core strength and balance.

Only Bright Moon Realm starry sky warriors could move as if on level ground amid such violent turbulence, precisely controlling these heavy weapons to deliver devastating strikes on ground targets.

This was one of the core values of Bright Moon Realm experts on a modern battlefield.

Even if they were unfortunate enough to be shot down, their formidable personal strength and Starlight Protection would still allow them to hold out for a time within the swarm, winning precious seconds for their comrades’ rescue.

Under saturated fire coverage, the entire stretch of sand had been stained a thick, viscous blood-red.

The air was choked with a nauseating stench, mingled with the corrosive red mist boiling off the deep crimson worms’ bodily fluids, forming a death zone.

All the soldiers had long since tacitly donned gas masks, calmly maintaining suppressive fire through their goggles, ensuring that not a single worm could regroup.

Half an hour later, the battlefield gradually fell silent.

The smoke and red mist drifted apart a little, revealing the hellscape below.

Countless severed deep crimson worm bodies were still performing their final, mindless twitching and struggling, as though unwilling to perish just yet.

Just then, on a helicopter in the distance, a tall, burly corps member saw the scene below, and his lips twisted into a ferocious grin brimming with battle lust.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leapt from tens of meters up, a modified heavy shotgun gripped tightly in his hands.

"Tch! You beasts that shouldn’t exist, get the hell out of this world!"

As he roared, dazzling moon-white light burst from his body, making him seem like a War God stepping out of pure, silvery moonlight.

The glow of the moon isolated all the shredded flesh and blood of the worms around him, along with the foul red smoke.

Directly before the burly man, a gigantic deep crimson worm over fifteen meters long, bearing four savage heads, was lifting its massive body high.

It was the surviving leader of this swarm, radiating a ferocity far beyond its kin.

Yet at this moment it was all alone; no matter how vast its swarm had been, it had already been completely swept away by the preceding firepower.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The modified shotgun thundered with deafening roars, its muzzle flaring with blazing bursts of fire.

The burly man darted and vaulted through the rain of corrosive bloodlight, the Bright Moon Realm starry sky power in his body making his movements ghostlike.

Each time the scarlet corrosive fluid brushed past him, it etched billowing white smoke into the sand behind, yet it never touched him in the slightest.

Shell casings fell like raindrops.

When the echo of the final shot died away, that colossal Bright Moon Realm worm froze where it stood.