The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 449 - 365: The End - God. Formless! _1
"The Distant Star Federation’s deployment of the Ice God violates the joint treaty established before the operation. They owe everyone an explanation..."
"Havel’s position has been wavering; he hasn’t even bothered to feign compliance this time. I received word that they seem to be secretly cooperating with Distant Star, allying with some second-world countries to explore many hidden locations in advance."
"This joint exploration operation, judging by the attitudes of all parties, reveals a great deal; the situation has grown complex..."
Under the Flying Bear Banner, several high-ranking officials of Sum Country’s Yellow Bear stood on the open ground before the base. They spoke in low voices, a faint gloom clouding their expressions.
"By the way, can we contact Yu Wentong?"
Suddenly, a high-ranking official involved in this operation spoke up unexpectedly.
As soon as these words were spoken, a peculiar look flashed across the faces of the others.
As if by unspoken agreement, they all raised their heads to look at the sky, where the Ice God Mecha hovered.
A subtle tension began to build.
However, it was quickly dispelled.
"The repercussions would be too great."
Someone shook his head, rejecting the idea. "After all, we are still within Distant Star territory. If we deploy Yu Wentong, this matter will instantly escalate to a whole new level."
"From what I understand, the Demon Blade who died at the hands of the Ice God was highly valued by Yu Wentong. This might be a good pretext..."
"You’re being too optimistic. Distant Star and Havel have lost quite a few Tier-Seven experts this time; their reasons for action are more compelling than ours. Besides..."
Another person sighed softly. "Yu Wentong wouldn’t have a chance to get here anyway. There are far too many eyes constantly watching her on this planet."
The proposer, still unwilling to concede, couldn’t help but turn his gaze to a short-haired, middle-aged man nearby who had remained mostly silent.
"Wu Hao, you..."
Unfortunately, the latter merely shook his head slowly.
"Sigh..."
The conversation paused, and no one spoke further.
The sound of the Ice God powering up came from above, its immense shadow sweeping over them. Someone silently pulled a cigarette from their pocket and lit it.
The silence was as heavy and suffocating as a frozen river.
Suddenly, BOOM!
A powerful aura erupted from the usually quiet Chen Wuhao, surging upwards like a column of war smoke.
Sensing something, the others all looked up in unison.
At some point, unnoticed by anyone, the vast joint base had fallen completely silent. The discussions and bustling activities of the various factions ceased abruptly.
Even the roar of the supernatural engines filling the air seemed to change pitch, as if gathering and building towards something.
Everyone silently looked up at the sky.
The Ice God Mecha, which had been on the verge of retreating from the Secret Realm, had now halted its movements and assumed a combat stance.
And there, directly in front of the Ice God Mecha, on the only path out of the Secret Realm, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.
「---」
It was a figure interwoven with dazzling, shifting light.
Shrouded in this radiance, his features were indistinct.
Only his silhouette was discernible: about four meters tall, with a slender and well-proportioned build.
His long, platinum-blonde hair cascaded like a waterfall of stars, reaching his ankles.
He hovered silently in mid-air. Three crimson solar rings adorned his chest, radiating outwards to his limbs like miniature suns, tracing wondrous, circular patterns across his form.
Strange yet pure fluctuations of power rippled around this figure.
He was like a beam of light, yet also like a blazing fire.
More accurately, he resembled a white hole, causing the surrounding air to collapse inward towards him, forming a bizarre yet magnificent energy field.
Viewed from afar, he seemed to be enveloped by the auroras that danced at the planet’s edge, at the very end of the world.
Who is this?
The same thought, tinged with confusion and bafflement, surfaced in the minds of everyone who witnessed the figure.
「On the Distant Star Federation’s side.」
The leader of the Distant Star Federation frowned, exchanging a few quick words with someone on his communicator.
Soon after, his frown eased.
He narrowed his eyes, gazing coldly at the sky, his demeanor regaining its previous calm and composure.
「.....」
"I have a dinner engagement tonight."
Inside the Ice God Mecha, a middle-aged man with a dapper mustache glanced at the time and gently set down his coffee cup.
He casually issued an instruction, "Dai’er, activate ultimate mode for me."
"Yes, sir."
A crisp, pleasant female electronic voice echoed in the cockpit, "Activating Frost Goddess battle mode..."
A brilliant white light surged from the middle-aged man’s body, bands of it connecting him intimately with the surrounding void.
Semi-transparent, deep blue armor began to materialize on his form.
The style was ornate and feminine, yet it surprisingly suited his temperament.
As the middle-aged man was enveloped in the blue armor, the external Ice God also underwent a drastic transformation.
The Ice God Mecha, originally resembling a ferocious beast, began to reconfigure into a humanoid form.
Immense energy flowed like water over its massive frame, each plate of super-alloy glowing with unparalleled brilliance.
When the transformation ceased, a humanoid Mecha over a hundred meters tall stood against the sky.
Her azure super-alloy body boasted graceful lines, colored like the Starry Sky and glacial ice, a perfect fusion of technology and classical aesthetics.
She wielded a colossal lance. Her silhouette was distinctly feminine, and adorned with countless brilliant lights, she resembled a war goddess from ancient mythology.
This was the true, ultimate, perfect battle form of the Ice God:
The "Bas Edin—Frost Goddess" form!
Compared to the Ice God in its ultimate form, the aurora-wreathed figure blocking the Secret Realm’s exit appeared exceptionally small.
In both size and presence, the disparity was immense, like that between a mortal and a deity.
The Ice God lightly brandished its lance, the tip carving clear ripples in the void.
Inside the Ice God, the middle-aged man, now clad in the semi-ethereal feminine armor, stood elegantly. One hand rested lightly on the massive Phoenix Egg beside him. He watched the figure on the light screen, targeted by countless attack icons, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Thank you for providing a new topic of conversation for my dinner tonight."
"With Bas Edin’s Compassion Spear, I shall pulverize this overconfident insect who dares to overreach... I believe the lady will find this tale quite interesting."
After speaking, the middle-aged man’s mustache twitched upwards slightly. He casually lifted the hand that had been caressing the Phoenix Egg.
Externally, the divinely imposing Ice God also slowly raised her lance.
Countless dazzling rays of light flowed towards the tip of the lance.
On the light screen before the middle-aged man, the flood of data cascaded downwards at an even more exaggerated rate.
Just as this immense killing intent was slowly being marshaled, the middle-aged man suddenly noticed the targeted figure on the light screen lift its head.
Through the screen, a pair of eyes, shimmering with interwoven auroras, quietly met his gaze.
"Found... you."
The Ice God faithfully relayed the captured voice into the cockpit.
It was calm and muted, like a silently flowing river of auroras.
Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man was visibly startled.
His heart gave an inexplicable tremor, and his hand movements faltered slightly.
An instant later, the figure targeted by the Ice God on the light screen before him abruptly vanished!
No! He hadn’t disappeared!
He was still within the Ice God’s tracking range.
It was just that his speed was too immense; only after the combat assistance optical computer slowed the footage by an untold number of times was it able to render his form.
In that instant, time itself seemed to stretch infinitely.
The middle-aged man watched, transfixed, as the aurora-wreathed figure on the screen enlarged frame by frame, drawing closer like a slide show.
He instinctively raised his hand, attempting to command the Ice God to deliver the long-prepared thrust—"Bas Edin’s Compassion"—and end his opponent.
However, just as he began to lift his hand...
Amidst the colossal swirl of data on the massive light screen before him... a figure violently shattered the "fourth wall," bursting out from the display.
The instant the figure broke through, the middle-aged man completely lost his lock on him.
Light!
An utterly, blindingly brilliant light!
A meteor seemed to streak fleetingly across his vision.
Then... all light extinguished.
In the final second before his consciousness faded, the middle-aged man thought he heard a voice drift softly past his ear.
"The End—God. Formless!"
Bright daylight streamed in through a massive hole, illuminating the dark, empty cockpit.
On the desolate platform, a figure stood blankly.
His eyes had lost their focus, yet his face still bore an expression of bewilderment and shock.
The virtual armor on his body was shattering like porcelain. A bloody hole pierced clean through his chest; his heart, which should have been beating vigorously within, was gone.
"Pilot deceased... Pilot deceased... Mecha damage exceeds twenty percent... Mecha damage exceeds twenty percent..."
Amidst the usual crisp, pleasant tones of the synthesized female voice, the figure on the platform collapsed heavily, becoming utterly still and silent.
「......」
「Outside the cockpit.」
Within the vast headquarters of the allied forces, the countless people gazing skyward now wore expressions of uncanny uniformity.
Nearly everyone was motionless, frozen in place, their faces etched with utter, unforeseen shock and bewilderment.
The scene they had witnessed just a second before replayed endlessly in their minds, like a film loop.
「---」
The Ice God Mecha, in its ultimate combat form, had raised its lance to strike, only to be suddenly pierced through from front to back by an incandescently brilliant aurora.
And then...
There was no "and then."
The lance slipped powerlessly from the grasp of the noble, magnificent, proud Frost Goddess.
Like a soulless husk, she hung quietly in mid-air.
The roar of her supernatural engines steadily diminished, fading like the sound of a distant, retreating glacier.
On the Distant Star Federation’s side, their leader, who had been standing with hands clasped behind his back, now wore a stunned expression.
His hand gave a slight, unconscious tremor.
It was as if that insignificant tremble had instantly stripped him of all his composure and confidence.
"What... what in the world just happened?"
「....」
"Three..."
"Two..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"One..."
"Zero."
PHEW—
As the countdown before his eyes reached zero, Lu Yuan’s figure finally descended from mid-air.
His auroral radiance completely extinguished, Lu Yuan, still clutching the Phoenix Egg, stumbled onto the grass before him and collapsed into a sitting position, his face etched with exhaustion.
His long, pearly-white hair fanned out behind him, a stark contrast to the verdant green of the lawn.
Bare-chested, Lu Yuan hunched in the sunlight, still holding the Phoenix Egg, panting shallowly.
After a considerable time, his breathing gradually steadied, and color began to return to his pale, handsome face.
