Global Era of Star trekking

Chapter 1717: Chapter 837: [Rakshasa God] 3

The markers representing the Torch Human Fleet have already devoured nearly two-thirds of the territory of the Corpse Emperor Clan.

"Uncle Chi, the latest battle report." Song Yiming’s figure appeared through the holographic projection in front of him.

"The Thirty-Seventh Legion has just seized the Seventh Star Domain of the ’Bone Decay Star System,’ and the resistance of the Corpse Emperor Clan was 47% weaker than expected."

Song Chi nodded slightly, lightly tapping his fingers as the real-time data of the Judgment Light continued to flicker on and off.

The attack strength value of up to 8,890 trillion glinted coldly on the blue screen.

"Keep the Vanguard Fleet on alert, it’s quite unlikely for the Corpse Emperor Clan to easily abandon their ancestral lands."

Song Chi’s voice was calm with a hint of caution.

"I suspect they are brewing something."

At this moment, the Dome Sky Wisdom Brain suddenly emitted a sharp alarm.

[Detected ultra-high energy space fluctuations, coordinates located in the direction of the Shenxia Dynasty’s main fleet, energy readings surpass mythical levels!]

Song Chi’s pupils shrank rapidly, quickly calling up the [Eye of Truth] remote observation screen.

In the pitch-black starry sky millions of light-years away, a blood-red rift spanning several light-years was slowly opening, as if the universe had been torn into a ghastly wound.

"That’s... the space signature of the Rakshasa Clan!" Song Chi recognized the special pattern on the edge of the blood-red rift.

"And it surpasses the space signature ignited by the Ninth Rank Rakshasa Death Spirit Ship. Could it really be..."

Just as Song Chi’s conjecture became increasingly certain, a communication component on the main console, shimmering with multicolored light, suddenly emitted a beeping sound.

It was an emergency communication from the Divine Dynasty Ying Emperor of the Xian Qin.

"Song Chi, cease the advance immediately, hold your position."

Ying Yi’s holographic image appeared grave, quickly explaining:

"Jiang Yuan has just sent a message, the Rakshasa God’s projection has descended, the situation has changed."

Song Chi’s eyes narrowed to a slit, acknowledging internally that this was indeed the case.

The Rakshasa God—the supreme existence of the Overlord Rakshasa Clan, a Tenth Rank Life Entity, one of the top existences even in the vast Shattered Starry Sea.

But what puzzled him was, could this Rakshasa God really intend to wage full-scale war against the Torch Civilization?

This should not be the case.

"Your Majesty, does the Rakshasa Clan really want to fully intervene in our war with the Corpse Emperor Clan?"

Song Chi couldn’t help but ask.

Ying Yi’s image shook its head:

"The specific situation is unclear, but Jiang Yuan has already gone for negotiation, and other fronts have also received the order to pause their advance."

Obviously, Ying Yi was not too clear on this matter either, but having experienced over three hundred thousand years, he quickly continued:

"But don’t worry too much, the Rakshasa Ancestral Domain is over a trillion light-years away from us, the probability of forcibly opening a full civilization war with us is extremely low, they probably just want to gain some benefits in this Corpse Emperor Clan River System Group."

In the pitch-black starry sky, the Shenxia Jiuli Ship was quietly suspended, outside the warship’s hull, infinite Spectral Energy bloomed like golden lotuses, continuously burning away the pervasive Rakshasa death aura.

"Rakshasa God, since you’ve arrived, why hide?"

Jiang Yuan’s voice was not loud but caused the vast surrounding starry sky to tremble slightly.

In the distance, the blood-red rift suddenly expanded, a giant claw covered with dark golden scales reached out, each scale bearing the phantom of countless struggling wraiths.

"Younglings from the Torch Civilization, you have some courage indeed."

Accompanied by a hoarse whisper, a gigantic vertical pupil surfaced in the rift, within which scenes of shattered civilizations reflected, just a glance from it instantly pulverized countless nearby asteroids.

In response, Jiang Yuan’s reply was particularly firm.

"If your true form doesn’t dare to leave the Rakshasa Ancestral Domain, then why act arrogant in the form of a projection?"

Upon hearing this, the blood-red vertical pupil up front suddenly contracted, the blood-red in the starry sky instantly intensified tenfold, amidst the wailing of countless wraiths, the rift finally unfolded completely, revealing the true form of the Rakshasa God—seated on a throne made of billions of skulls, a humanoid figure clad in blood-colored scale armor.

Its visage constantly transitioned between male and female, young and old, with a vertical pupil at the center of every face, rage evident in every expression.