In the game, if you rank the racial animosity of a player, the Spirit race is absolutely at the top.

Duanmu Huai hates the Titanium Clan mainly because his tactics don’t align well with theirs.

But players’ dislike for the Spirit race is more about racial animosity.

In short, Humans and the Spirit race both look down on each other.

The Spirit race considers themselves the true civilized power of this Milky Way galaxy, while seeing other races as uncivilized barbarians. They especially despise humans, because humans later replaced the Spirit race’s position and became the rulers of the Milky Way. To the Spirit race, this is as laughable as monkeys dressed in human clothes pretending to act like humans.

Humans equally despise the Spirit race, especially from the players’ perspective, the Spirit race has no reason to maintain any superiority in front of them. Even if the Spirit race was once the rulers of the Milky Way, their foolish deeds are undeniable—it’s the Spirit race that created the Obsessive Sin and thus awakened the other three Evil Gods, leading to countless wars and deaths. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Just based on this, players believe all Spirit race should hurry up and commit suicide to apologize to the entire Milky Way for the lives killed by Evil Gods, instead of shamelessly surviving, still considering themselves a high civilization? No! You lowly despicable pale monkeys are just a bunch of filthy ugly aliens. Since you don’t want to obediently die, we’ll send you to death!

Duanmu Huai actually regrets somewhat that he didn’t return to the time when Kiriman befriended the Spirit race, otherwise he’d use the Thunder Warhammer in his hand well to let Kiriman taste how the Tribunal treats heretics. He even befriends a Spirit race and forms a friendship? What a heretical act!

You don’t really think just because you’re the Primordial Tribunal, you can’t be touched, right?

Bold enough to defy Tribunal’s rules, even The Emperor is a heretic!

But this timeline probably won’t see such a thing happen.

Forget it, it’s not important.

Because they’ll all be dead soon.

War is coming again.

Morris can feel it, Kane’s avatar is restless, anticipating the coming battle, death, and destruction. It senses some threat is approaching. In the Spirit race’s vision, future and reality are merging into the same thread, leading towards a doomed future.

What exactly is happening?

Morris closes its eyes, wanting to find answers from fate and prophecy. It explores forward along the trembling thread, stepping in.

Then, Morris sees... destruction.

Scorching flames redden the entire universe, fate’s thread sways like a web in a storm, teetering on collapse. Morris desperately holds onto fate’s thread, trying to stabilize its thoughts and soul. It looks around in bewilderment, but all it sees are flames and destruction. As if the entire world is on the brink of collapse, only remnants of the final wails of all things remain...

"Boom-----!!"

Intense tremors pull Morris back from its meditation, it collapses on the ground, eyes wide in astonishment. Urgent alarm sounds ring in its ears, like the illusion has descended into reality... the pain and wails from the Infinite Loop prove this is not a dream.

They’ve been attacked!

The Spirit race never thought of one thing.

That is—though they can use the Net Path, other races can also use it.

Another thing is—they’ve never encountered a shameless commander like Aikute.

Precisely because of this, when Aikute commanded the fleet to appear simultaneously from above and below, launching an attack on the Spirit race fleet, the latter had no idea what was happening.

"A volley, then activate the Colossus Weapons, use Neutron Annihilation."

With Aikute’s orders, the Emperor-class Battleship raised its bow high, targeting the Spirit Tribe’s ark mother ship from the rear.

Yes, indeed, the attacks from above and below are just a bait used by Aikute to distract the Spirit race, the real weapon is the main fleet emerging silently from the rear. What it needs to do is activate the Colossus Weapons, Neutron Annihilation, then completely kill all life on the Spirit Tribe’s ark in one go.

One has to say, it’s dirty to this extent that even Duanmu Huai couldn’t bear to watch.

Seeing Aikute’s usual look as if bullied, crying with one punch, didn’t expect this girl is darker than anyone—indeed, those who play tactics have dirty hearts.

"Charging complete—fire!"

The shining beam pierced the dark universe, straight into the massive Spirit Tribe’s Ark. Although in the vast universe, hitting such a warship from a distance isn’t easy. But that depends on the situation, with the Spirit Tribe’s Ark serving as the Spirit race’s mother ship and habitat, its scale was over a thousand kilometers, comparable to a small planet.

Facing such an existence, hitting it isn’t a very difficult task.

Moreover, compared to killing one by one, Duanmu Huai found this much quicker and more efficient.

As for whether it’s cruel, it doesn’t fall within the Tribunal’s concerns.

But, just as the neutron beam was about to hit the Spirit Tribe’s Ark, an unexpected event occurred.

"———————!"

Pure white, dazzling light erupted instantly, colliding heavily with the neutron beam. Both sides stalemated for a moment and then disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the originally golden gigantic ark now emitted a faint white glow.

"Huh?"

Faced with this sudden scene, everyone was somewhat surprised. Duanmu Huai furrowed his brows slightly, then reached out his hand to aim at the Spirit Tribe’s Ark, grasping forcefully.

Surging divine power emerged from the void, tearing and compressing the gigantic Spirit Clan Battleship, attempting to rip it to shreds. However, the surging power reappeared, neutralizing further divine power assaults.

"Oh? This is......"

Duanmu Huai slightly widened his eyes in surprise; to resist his divine power attack, it must be another deity. Yet among the Spirit race, only three deities remained — one clown had vanished, another was captured by the Corrupted Foil, and the last one... Shinigami hadn’t resurrected yet.

Moreover, this power shares the same origin as Duanmu Huai, representing death, war, and destruction. Within the Spirit race, the deity wielding this power is none other than the God of War, Kane.

Could Kane have resurrected?

Duanmu Huai was somewhat taken aback. He knew Kane was once defeated by the Obsessive Sin, but afterward, due to a battle among Evil Gods over this trophy, Kane ultimately shattered into a thousand pieces and fell into the material world. The Spirit race could become God of War avatars by absorbing Kane’s fragments and utilizing his divine power. Well, it’s essentially no different from priests summoning deities to descend on the Faelun Continent.

Yet, as a war god once spanning the entire Milky Way Galaxy, Kane’s immense power far exceeds those Indigenous Gods. However...... Duanmu Huai was sure this was not avatar power.

After all, no matter how powerful Kane’s avatar is, it’s still just an avatar. Whereas Duanmu Huai is a True God, able to block his strike must also be a True God.

No wonder these white bean sprouts dared to approach so close to the Eye of Fear in search of death; could they believe Kane resurrected, the skies cleared, the rain ceased, and they could go on?

What a joke!

If you say whether it can or can’t, it certainly can’t!

Duanmu Huai pondered for a moment and decisively made a decision.

"Ogis, Lorena, Mary, Frieren, follow me. Aikute, prepare to deploy the landing fleet to the Spirit Tribe’s Ark!"

If you don’t plan to obediently die, don’t blame me for being rude.

Let you taste some Tribunal tradition!

As for dealing with Kane, Duanmu Huai already had a plan.

Very simple, if undecided — turn to Jumping Torpedoes!

Jumping Torpedoes can solve all problems!

"Understood."

The Emperor-class Battleship ignited its engines, speeding forward. Meanwhile, fleets on both sides once again launched concentrated fire attacks against the Spirit Tribe’s Ark. This was Aikute’s command strategy; she knew well the Spirit Clan Battleships were fast and agile. So, Aikute’s tactic was to initiate a surprise attack and eliminate as many Spirit Clan Battleships as possible. Then concentrate fire on the Spirit Tribe’s Ark, because although the Ark is large, speed can’t sufficiently compensate for its size.

While the Spirit Clan Battleships could flexibly dodge attacks, it was useless. They only have two choices: either dodge themselves and watch for the Tribunal Warship’s bombardment on the Ark, or stand before the Ark, becoming its shield to prevent Tribunal Warship from causing damage.

Hmm, once again, those playing tactics indeed have sinister hearts.

Once losing the greatest advantage, the danger from the Spirit Clan Battleships quickly waned. Certainly, some Spirit Clan Battleships attempted to use their advantage to ambush the Tribunal. Answering that was another round of saturation fire.

As long as the firepower was dense enough, even mosquitoes would be blasted into pieces. Coincidentally, Duanmu Huai and the Tribunal were representatives of the big-gun battleship doctrine.

If you can’t win, it merely shows your guns aren’t enough, aren’t big enough, aren’t strong enough.

More is beautiful, big is good, caliber is justice, range is truth!

Flash, firepower.

Duanmu Huai stood tall and firm within the Jumping Torpedo, the restrainer gripping his shoulder tightly. The other four sat behind Duanmu Huai, peering through the porthole to see faintly the shining beams outside. Although they couldn’t hear the explosions, the splendor and shock brought by a battlefield where a thousand cannons roared and everything was bombarded never diminished.

Ogis, as always, said nothing, silently staring at Duanmu Huai. Beside her, Lorena hugged her Holy Canon, muttering under her breath. Mary held a pen, jotting down in her notebook the events to unfold — they were about to face a deity, an ancient and far-reaching existence, even more ancient than the Evil God. As for Frieren, she merely sat there silently, resting her eyes.

"Boom—————!!"

Accompanied by a sudden burst of enormous impact, hundreds of Jumping Torpedoes roared forth, shooting towards the gigantic warship ahead. Duanmu Huai gripped the War Hammer tightly, feeling the approaching breath of war, death, and fury.

Another God of Destruction.

Just right, the Spirit race is already finished, so you obediently go die too; this world only needs one God of Destruction.

As for precisely who... soon shall be determined!