MMB Chapter 918 From then on, the race was renamed the Demon Race.
Chapter 918 From then on, the race was renamed the Demon Race.
"not good--!!!"
The Heavenly Spirit King cried out in alarm. Her flagship shook violently under the impact of the tidal wave of light, and the shields on the ship shattered like paper!
She barely managed to stabilize herself by fully activating the power of the laws within her body, her face filled with horror.
How is this possible?!
What exactly was that golden light?!
Why does it possess such terrifying power?!
"Pass down the order! Everyone retreat!!!"
The Heavenly Spirit King let out a roar, his voice tinged with panic.
However, before the words were finished, an even more terrifying aura erupted from the center of that light!
Lin Qiye stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his dark golden light intertwining wildly with the golden ball of light.
Two forces collided, merged, and reshaped fiercely within him!
His aura was rising wildly, as if he had broken free from some kind of restraint and was rushing towards an even more terrifying realm!
"No--!!!"
A dark golden light shield appeared around him, sealing the violent energy within his body.
Even so, the impact of that energy still caused this void to tremble violently.
The Heavenly Spirit King's face was ashen.
She could sense that Lin Qiye's aura was rising at an alarming rate—it wasn't just a simple increase in strength, but a fundamental transformation, as if something that had been suppressed was being completely awakened.
"All troops, attack! Don't let him finish absorbing!" Heavenly Spirit King roared, his voice filled with despair.
The million warships simultaneously unleashed their most ferocious attacks, with countless golden energy beams pouring down like a torrential rain, completely engulfing the void where Lin Qiye was located.
however--
All attacks vanished without a trace the moment they approached the dark golden light shield surrounding Lin Qiye.
"Buzz—!!!"
The golden divine creation completely merged into Lin Qiye's body, and his eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.
Two golden beams, like materialized divine swords, pierced through layers of void, causing all the Celestial Clan warriors who came into contact with that gaze to feel a chill deep in their souls.
Lin Qiye slowly raised his hand.
"Buzz—!!!"
A dark golden beam of light surged from his palm, instantly condensing into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky in the void.
The giant hand was made entirely of dark golden light, with clearly visible lines on its palm, as if it were truly cast from flesh and blood, radiating a terrifying pressure that made people's breath suffocate.
"not good--!!!"
The Heavenly Spirit King let out a terrified roar and turned around abruptly, trying to flee.
But that giant hand was too fast.
It crashed down with incredible speed, engulfing the most densely packed area of the fleet.
"boom--!!!"
The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the entire star field trembled violently.
Countless Celestial Race warships were like paper toys before that palm print, instantly shattering, crumbling, and turning to ashes.
The screams of countless martial artists echoed in the void before being swallowed up by endless light.
The Heavenly Spirit King's eyes were filled with fear.
Tens of thousands of Martial God Realm experts, along with numerous Interstellar War Gods, were completely vaporized before they could even react!
This is no longer a battle, this is a crushing defeat!
"Retreat! The entire army retreats!!!" Tianling King roared hoarsely, and was the first to turn and flee into the distance.
However, Lin Qiye simply raised his finger and tapped it lightly.
"Buzz—!!!"
A thin, dark golden beam of light shot out from his fingertip, instantly traversing tens of thousands of miles of void, and caught up with the fleeing Heavenly Spirit King.
"No--!!!"
The Heavenly Spirit King let out a desperate roar, his body surging with golden light as he tried to block the beam of light.
But the beam of light seemed not to exist in this space; it ignored all defenses and pierced directly through the entire body of the Heavenly Spirit King.
"Uh...ah..."
The Heavenly Spirit King's body froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't even make a sound.
The next instant—her body exploded, turning into countless golden-red divine blood.
Then, he was swept back to Lin Qiye by the dark golden beam of light.
The remaining warships and warriors descended into utter chaos. Having lost their supreme commander and the last of the three leaders, they were nothing more than a group of leaderless, lost souls.
"We surrender!!!"
"Spare me!!!"
"We are willing to submit!!!"
Countless warriors of the Celestial Race threw down their weapons and knelt in the void, their bodies trembling violently.
Lin Qiye stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling figures.
The golden light in his eyes gradually faded, returning to its deep blackness.
"Those who are willing to submit, kneel where you are."
His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
"Those who want to rebel—"
He paused slightly, a cold smile curving his lips.
"That's what happened to the Heavenly Spirit King."
Everyone fell silent, no one dared to utter a sound.
Lin Qiye slowly raised his hand and gently waved it.
The dark golden light surged in all directions like a tide, enveloping all the kneeling warriors.
The figure of the Heavenly Spirit King is slowly reconstructing itself within it.
However, her breath was extremely weak, her face was as pale as paper, and she could not even stand steadily.
"Lin...Lin Qiye..."
The Heavenly Spirit King struggled to raise his head, his gaze falling on the figure standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.
She is the only female among the three giants of the Celestial Race, and also the strongest.
She commanded millions of warships and had countless powerful warriors under her command, dominating the Andromeda constellation for tens of thousands of years.
But now, all her pride has been crushed to pieces by the man before her.
A million warships, utterly vulnerable.
One hundred thousand powerful warriors were reduced to ashes.
Of the three giants, only she remains.
As for herself, she was left with only half a life.
"Spare...spare my life..."
The Heavenly Spirit King's voice was hoarse and weak, with a hint of pleading.
"You...you can't kill me..."
Lin Qiye stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on her, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Why?
The Heavenly Spirit King took a deep breath, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Because... I know the secrets of the gods!"
Why did the Protoss perish?
"The ultimate creation left behind by the gods, and its true usage!"
"And... the contingency plans the Protoss left behind in this subverse!"
She blurted out a series of secrets in an attempt to use this information to buy her a chance to live.
Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.
"The secrets of the gods?"
His voice was flat, yet tinged with sarcasm.
"You mean—"
He paced back and forth, his voice lingering.
"The destruction of the Protoss in this sub-universe was because, at some point, all of their strongest members entered the Origin Universe, leading to their demise in this sub-universe, right?"
The Heavenly Spirit King's pupils suddenly contracted.
Her body trembled violently, and her face was filled with disbelief.
"How...how did you know?!"
Her voice was tinged with fear.
This secret is the highest secret passed down through generations of the Celestial Race.
Only the three most powerful figures in history were qualified to know this.
How could this human know?!
Lin Qiye stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the horrified face of the Heavenly Spirit King.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"I know more than just that."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a hint of arrogance.
"I also know that your Celestial Race are actually modified humans of the God Race."
"The modification of the native human race..."
"They are clearly of the same origin as us humans, yet they consider themselves the guardians of the gods' tombs, enslaving their own ancestral race and acting as the masters of this universe."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"That's utterly absurd."
"That's just stupid."
The Heavenly Spirit King's face was contorted, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Qiye's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deep into her deepest defenses.
"You...you're talking nonsense!" The Heavenly Spirit King's voice was hoarse and shrill, tinged with hysteria. "The Celestial Race are the inheritors created by the gods themselves! We are the chosen people! How could a lowly human like you possibly know the truth?!"
"The truth? Every word I utter is derived from the consciousness unexpectedly generated by the ultimate creation of the gods."
He slowly raised his right hand, and a golden light slowly emerged in his palm—it was the residual energy of the ultimate creation of the gods, radiating a gentle yet vast aura.
"The entire Protoss race entered the Origin Universe, leaving you cyborgs to guard the tombs. Over the long years, you forgot your origins, packaged yourselves as descendants of gods, and continued to enslave your native race—humanity. Tell me, what is this if not absurd?"
"I have no interest in arguing with you about our origins." Lin Qiye's voice returned to its calm tone, yet it carried an undeniable authority. "Heavenly Spirit King, I give you two choices—death, or submission."
The Heavenly Spirit King's body trembled violently.
She raised her head, her gaze falling on Lin Qiye's indifferent face.
In that instant, a strong impulse surged within her—she wanted to fight to the death, even if it meant self-destruction, to make this human pay the price.
But she quickly realized it was pointless. She didn't even have a chance to get close to Lin Qiye; that golden light had completely robbed her of her power to resist.
Besides, even if she exposes herself, so what?
The Celestial Race is finished. Of the three giants, only she remains, a frail and dying body. A million warships have been destroyed. The remaining Celestial Race forces hidden in various star systems are no match for someone of Lin Qiye's caliber.
She closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time.
"I... am willing to submit."
The Heavenly Spirit King's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible; every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Lin Qiye nodded slightly and pointed.
A dark golden ray of light shot from his fingertip and entered the Heavenly Spirit King's brow. The Heavenly Spirit King's body trembled violently; she could feel a strange power taking root deep within her soul.
Lin Qiye stopped looking at her and instead glanced at the Celestial Clan warriors kneeling in the void: "You are the same."
As soon as the words were spoken, almost all the Celestial Clan warriors chose to surrender at the same time.
Even the Heavenly Spirit King has surrendered, so what right do these small fry have to resist?
Moreover, this human is well-versed in the secrets of the gods and the history of the Celestials, so following him might not be a bad thing.
Lin Qiye watched the figures surging towards him like a tide, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Very good. From now on, you are my surrendered troops. I will arrange for people to reorganize you."
……
The main star of Andromeda, once the holy temple of the Celestials.
Today, this magnificent palace has changed owners.
Inside the main hall, Lin Qiye stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd below.
Those once high and mighty Celestial Clan powerhouses now all bowed their heads, even breathing cautiously, afraid of making the slightest sound.
In front of them, the Heavenly Spirit King was kneeling at the very front.
She had removed her golden armor and put on a plain white robe, her belly clearly protruding, which stretched the robe into a soft curve.
She has only been pregnant for three months, but her belly is already bigger than that of a typical pregnant woman at nine months, and it's unknown how many lives are growing inside.
"From today onwards—"
Lin Qiye's voice was calm, yet it resonated throughout the hall, each word clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"The Celestial Race no longer exists."
These words caused a slight commotion among the kneeling crowd below, but it was quickly suppressed.
No one dared to raise their head, no one dared to voice their doubts.
"You were originally created by the gods, sharing the same origin as humans, yet you betrayed your origins, reversed right and wrong, and enslaved your own native race for ten thousand years. Such crimes should all be punished with the death penalty."
Lin Qiye paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the trembling bodies.
"But since you still have some use, I will bestow upon you a new name—"
"Demon race."
"From this day forward, you shall be the Demon Race. You shall take Demon as your surname and take shame as your guide. If anyone dares to call themselves a descendant of the Celestial Race or a chosen one of the gods, they shall be executed without mercy."
Among the kneeling crowd, some people trembled violently, their faces turning deathly pale. But most others simply kept their heads down, not daring to even breathe.
Lin Qiye's gaze fell on the Heavenly Spirit King, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"And you—the name Heavenly Spirit King—should no longer be used."
He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"From now on, you will be called Demon Spirit."
The Heavenly Spirit King—no, now the Demon Spirit—slowly raised his head, a complex light flashing in his eyes.
There was resentment, humiliation, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to define.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately lowered her head and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes... Master."
Lin Qiye nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with her compliance.
"I know that you are not convinced."
His voice was calm, yet it was like a cold knife, piercing into everyone's heart.
"You consider yourselves to be gods, descendants of the gods, beings high above all others. Yet now, you are to submit to a human."
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"But remember this—the gods you are so proud of have long since abandoned you. Your so-called glory is nothing but the leftovers left by the gods. And the humans you enslave are the true masters of this universe."
"I do not expect you to be convinced immediately."
He slowly raised his hand, and a dark golden light slowly emerged in his palm.
"But I want you to know—the only outcome of resistance is death."
As he finished speaking, his gaze fell on a few powerful demon warriors still standing at the forefront of the crowd. They were several former subordinates of the Demon Spirit, their fists clenched, their eyes flashing with anger.
"It seems you have different opinions?"
Lin Qiye's voice was soft, but to the powerful figures, it sounded like a death knell. They trembled, and before they could speak, a dark golden light swept across them like a bolt of lightning.
"puff--!"
Blood splattered everywhere. Before those powerful figures could even scream, their bodies exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist, their souls completely crushed.
Among the kneeling crowd, everyone shuddered violently, burying their heads even lower. Their bodies trembled violently, cold sweat dripped from their foreheads, but no one dared to utter a sound.
A deathly silence fell over the main hall.
After a long while, Mo Ling was the first to react. Her forehead slammed heavily against the cold jade floor, her voice hoarse yet respectful: "Mo Ling... thank you for bestowing this name upon me, Master!"
Others followed suit, and the sound of kowtowing filled the air.
"Thank you, Lord, for bestowing upon me a name!"
"Thank you, Lord, for bestowing upon me a name!"
Lin Qiye stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the demon spirit.
"Demon Spirit".
"Your subordinate is here."
"You were once the leader of the three giants of the Celestial Race, and now you are the leader of the Demon Race. I'm giving you a chance—manage your people well and do what I've assigned you. If you fail, you know the consequences."
The demon spirit's body trembled slightly, and he quickly replied, "Understood! I will certainly not fail my master's trust!"
Lin Qiye nodded slightly, then turned and walked out of the hall.
His figure disappeared into the sunlight at the palace entrance, and the entire hall remained immersed in that suffocating pressure, with no one daring to get up for a long time.
The demon slowly raised her head, her gaze falling on her swollen belly, her eyes flashing with a complex and unfathomable light.
Three months ago, she was the Celestial Spirit King, commanding millions of warships and overlooking the entire Andromeda constellation, the supreme leader of the three giants of the Celestial race.
Three months later, she became a prisoner, the leader of the demon race, and the bearer of the bloodline of the man before her.
She could feel the tiny lives growing strong within her abdomen. Not just one, at least three, perhaps more. The power of that bloodline was exceptionally strong; even with her previous cultivation level, she could hardly completely suppress its corrosive influence.
Her body is being quietly changed by those unborn lives.
What terrified her even more was that she found herself getting used to the feeling.
She was used to submitting to that man.
I'm used to him controlling everything.
Habit...became a part of him.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surging emotions in her heart.
"Lord Demon Spirit..."
An elder of the Celestial Clan spoke cautiously, his voice tinged with a hint of probing.
"Our lord has already left, you see..."
The demon opened its eyes and its gaze swept over everyone present.
Those once-familiar faces were now filled with fear, unease, and a hint of hidden humiliation.
She understood how they felt.
She herself went through this process.
But she also knew that from today onwards, the demon race had to adapt to their new identity.
"Get up, everyone."
Her voice was hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
"From this day forward, we are the Demon race. The Lord has bestowed upon us new names, which is already a great favor. Anyone who dares to harbor disloyal thoughts, do not blame me for not showing any mercy."
Everyone quickly stood up and agreed.
The demon's gaze swept across their faces, but a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.
She knew better than anyone that those so-called "heroes" were nothing but self-deceiving fantasies.
That man's strength was beyond their comprehension.
Even if the demon race used all their strength, they could not be his match.
not to mention--
She gently stroked her abdomen, feeling the faint pulsations from the tiny lives within.
These children have that man's blood flowing in their veins.
Once they are born, the bond between the demon race and that man will become even stronger and harder to sever.
By then, the so-called "Celestial Race" will only become a forgotten part of history.
A bitter smile appeared on her lips.
"Lord Demon Spirit..."
A young female warrior spoke cautiously, her voice tinged with timidity.
"May I be so bold as to ask... the child in your womb, is...?"
The demon spirit's gaze fell on her, and after a moment of silence, it slowly spoke.
"The Lord's bloodline."
Her voice was flat, yet it carried a complex meaning.
"A total of... indescribable!"
A collective gasp filled the hall.
Indescribable!
It's indescribable!
This is intolerable!
Moreover, judging from the degree of bulge in the demon's abdomen, the development speed of these countless children far exceeds that of normal humans, as if they have inherited the man's terrifying bloodline talent and are growing at an astonishing speed.
A hint of awe flashed in the female warrior's eyes: "My lord... your divine might is truly unparalleled..."
The others echoed this sentiment, their voices tinged with flattery.
The demon looked at them, a cold smile rising in his heart.
These people were once the proudest members of the Celestial Race.
They look down on humans, believing themselves to be God's chosen people, superior beings.
But now, they are like a pack of groveling dogs, bowing and scraping before a human being.
She herself became that man's tool.
Does she hate it?
she does not know.
All she knew was that whenever she felt the tiny lives throbbing inside her, a complex and indescribable emotion would well up inside her.
That was her child.
It carries her blood, and it also carries that man's blood.
She couldn't hate them.
They couldn't bring themselves to hate the man who gave them life.
She had no choice but to accept it all.
Accept the fact that you have become a part of that man.
"Pass down the order—"
The demon spirit took a deep breath, and its voice regained its usual majesty.
"The Planetary Fire Project will be fully implemented in all Demon Race territories immediately. All eligible female warriors shall be registered and await the Lord's inspection."
"Furthermore, the main port of Andromeda should be expanded immediately to prepare for the arrival of the fleets of the various constellations under the Lord's rule."
"All sea routes to Andromeda are now open to the fleets under Your Majesty's command."
She issued a series of orders, her tone decisive and without the slightest hesitation.
Everyone agreed and turned to carry out the order.
Soon, only the Demon Spirit remained in the main hall.
She slowly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the hall, and gazed at the vast sea of stars in the distance.
The stars there were once the territory she ruled.
Now, however, it all belongs to others.
She gently stroked her belly and murmured softly.
"child……"
no answer.
Only a slight throbbing in my abdomen seemed to respond.
A bitter smile appeared on the demon's lips.
From that moment on, she knew she could never go back.
Her body, her soul, everything about her, has been branded with that man's mark.
She took his shape.
There was no way to break free.