Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 587: True Demon God Form and Mech No.1s Rampage (I)

Boom!

The fortress's energy shield, over ten meters thick, trembled under the impact, radiating dazzling energy before shattering.

In an instant, brilliant light erupted on the ground. Everything within several kilometers was obliterated by the beam, killing tens of thousands of alien creatures and leveling the fortress.

"Attack! Surround and kill the human kings!"

With their hidden strength exposed, four of the five newly appeared demon kings charged into the aerial battlefield, forming a twelve-against-eight scenario. The pressure on the human kings instantly intensified.

The remaining middle-stage mythical level demon king dove toward Mech No.1 on the ground, intending to suppress—or even destroy—the human bio-mech in a two-on-one assault with the late-stage demon king already entangled with it.

Meanwhile, as the humans' orbital battleships entered the fray, the demon kings' fortresses, scattered along the battlefield’s edges, began to mobilize.

Roar!

On the frontlines, Mech No.1 suddenly unleashed a savage roar. Sections of its armored exterior exploded outward, revealing violet-gold flesh beneath.

[Soul Synchronization rate: 93%, 94%...]

[External exoskeleton armor release: 20%. Core energy output escalating. Super-energy levels reaching 1,000%, 3,000%...]

[Warning! Suppress Soul Synchronization rate immediately. Full synchronization will result in spiritual contamination. Warning! Resist Mech No.1’s soul fluctuations...]

Inside No.1, Luo Fei stared at the flashing red alerts on her screen.

However, clad in divine battle armor, her expression remained calm—almost indifferent. She displayed no emotional fluctuation, her gaze fixed forward.

The ethereal aura around her—otherworldly and infinitely distant—manifested once again.

Roar!

As Luo Fei partially unlocked No.1’s power restraints, the black-and-red mech surged with blood-colored light, spreading across dozens of kilometers.

Under the blood-red glow, countless alien and Purgatory Demons froze in place, then dropped dead as strands of red light escaped their bodies, absorbed by No.1.

With each intake, No.1's energy signature grew even more fearsome.

"That monster is feeding! Stop it!"

The two demon kings, each hundreds of meters tall in their true forms, roared in fury. The dark demonic qi surrounding them coalesced into hellish dragons, stretching over a kilometer in length.

Hum!

A golden barrier shimmered into existence a hundred meters around No.1, radiating diamond-shaped ripples. The attacks from the two demon kings were entirely deflected, unable to penetrate its defenses.

No.1's eyes emitted piercing blue-white light. Under its gaze, every living being felt a shudder of dread—including the two demon kings.

"Watch out!"

Boom!

Two blue-white beams shot out from No.1’s eyes. The middle-stage demon king was blasted away, while the late-stage demon king barely managed to withstand the attack.

After repelling the two demon kings, No.1's form trembled, and each step it took sent tremors rippling through the ground. It advanced toward the Purgatory Clan’s rear line—it was hungry.

"Humans, this bio-mech should not exist!"

A cold, domineering voice rang out as an overwhelming great demon king's aura descended from the skies. A colossal hand fell from above, its sheer force triggering violent energy storms in the atmosphere.

"Your opponent is me."

A deep, battle-hardened voice resounded above the human battlefield. High in the sky, a towering figure appeared—it was Hong Zhantian, the Sky-Suppressing War King, whom Chen Chu had encountered once before.

Hong Zhantian's cultivation level was at the peak of the mythical level, yet his aura rivaled that of a great demon king. His monstrous battle will, amplified by the power of the ruins, caused the entire realm to tremble.

Boom!

With a single punch, Hong Zhantian shattered the void. Under the domineering power of his strike, the sky itself disintegrated, splintering apart and exploding into a broken world of fragments.

Amid the devastating power that nearly annihilated an entire world, the colossal hand descending from the heavens disintegrated, revealing a dreadful figure in the high skies—a being shrouded by a black sun.

"Human, Hong Zhantian, I know you."

King versus king. The two heavenly-king-level powerhouses soared into the heavens, clashing at an altitude of a thousand kilometers.

"I say, let there be light."

With a gentle voice, the night sky behind the human forces was illuminated by an endless radiance. Framed by six orbital battleships stretching over ten kilometers each, a figure with six pairs of flaming wings emerged.

"Gabriel!"

Boom!

A mightier great demon king attacked from the opposite side.

Meanwhile, in the second battlefield, over three thousand kilometers from the central front, the sky rumbled with endless divine purple lightning, transforming it into a thunderous sea. The shockwaves of the heavenly-king-level battles were shaking the world itself.

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The skies over the twenty-thousand-kilometer-long battlefront were in chaos. The human and demon kings clashed with such ferocity that the heavens and earth quaked. The heavenly-king-level battles were even more terrifying.

Excluding the two demon kings preoccupied by No.1, the numerically inferior humans had seven kings each facing two demon kings. In short order, some of the weaker human kings began to sustain injuries.

Above, the six orbital battleships engaged the demon kings' fortresses in aerial combat. Main cannons, secondary cannons, missiles, and energy shields intermingled with glowing arrays of demonic runes, filling the skies with dazzling explosions.

Farther above, within the spatial depths capable of annihilating all, Deorus furrowed his brow.

Seated atop the skull of an ancient creature, Deorus radiated overwhelming demonic power. His icy gaze fell upon the opposition as he spoke in a chilling tone. "Celestial King, do you humans intend to wage total war against my empire?"

"Total war? Not yet,” the Celestial King responded in an aged voice. "But after so long a stalemate, I found myself bored. I thought it fitting to adopt a more aggressive approach.

"Though, I did not expect that you, Deorus, would gather so many demon kings to reinforce your frontlines. Perhaps you, too, have grown weary."

"Bored?" Deorus' gaze turned colder. He was naturally skeptical of the Celestial King's words.

These cunning, insidious humans surely harbored ulterior motives, just as he had his own hidden agenda. His gaze shifted thousands of kilometers below, settling on the rampaging biological Mech No.1.

Kill to your heart's content. Feast on the cannon fodder among the vassal races.

Though the battles below raged with earth-shaking ferocity, neither of the two supreme beings nor the demon-god-level entities had made a move. For now, they continued their standoff.

In truth, they were already battling on another level. As the two supreme powerhouses faced off, invisible forces permeated the battlefield, forming powerful principles.

Any king-level powerhouses or those exceeding the transcendent level found themselves forcibly drawn into the high skies by these principles, unable to interfere with the transcendent-level battles below.

At the core of the conflict, where the principles clashed most intensely, was No.1.

Deorus sought to deploy additional demon kings to overwhelm and destroy No.1, but the Celestial King countered, using immense force to suppress any further demon king reinforcements.

Under this balanced stalemate of principles, only the emergence of an unexpected force could tip the scales and disrupt the battlefield's principles.

Deorus simply stared coldly at his opponent, his expression unwavering. The Purgatory Clan possessed more demon kings and greater overall strength. As the attrition continued, it was only a matter of time before one of the human kings succumbed.

When that happened, the demon kings would gain a decisive advantage.

As for the transcendent battlefield below, the presence of Alexis—a middle-stage Ninth Demonic Mark powerhouse with combat strength rivaling a demon king—ensured there was no need for concern.

Deorus' gaze turned icier as he contemplated this.

Meanwhile, all eyes remained fixed on the central battlefield. The terrifying No.1, locked in combat against two demon kings, pressed relentlessly forward, tearing through enemy ranks toward the opposing forces.