United States, City of Angels.
Although it’s called the City of Angels, this place has almost beco a wasteland, filled with the scent of blood and smoke, corpses piled by the roadside, cars that crashed while fleeing, the people dead, the vehicles crashing straight into buildings, exploding magnificently. The entire world seems to be reduced to just three colors: black, red, and gray.
Anyone who turns their gaze here would likely have only one thought in mind: "Apocalypse."
Many reporters, upon hearing the news of the Seventh Princess of Chuanke’s appearance, rushed to this city, fully equipped, hoping to capture the most valuable news photos and video footage.
With such a major event, if they could obtain firsthand information, winning a Pulitzer Prize would be in reach.
Although the Pulitzer is the highest international award in the field of journalism, it ultimately originated from the Arican press.
They certainly couldn’t hand over the award to that Chinese ’Li Xing’, could they?
Unfortunately...
The fearless reporters, the majority t their end, dying tragically on the spot.
After all, as an alien civilization, the Chuanke fleet doesn’t adhere to Earthly concepts of morality or law, or any international conventions. Even war correspondents, in the eyes of Seventh Princess Eve, are targets for wanton slaughter.
A few surviving war correspondents hid among the ruins, fiercely debating.
"This is a nightmare! Wake up, please!"
"Run! These aliens are butchers devoid of humanity!"
"Oh my God... regardless of profession, skin color, gender, or age, whenever an Earthling appears in front of them, they are killed..."
"Ha! You don’t actually believe that just because you’re black, you won’t be implicated, do you? Aliens couldn’t care less what color you are! They’re quite fair in that way, giving you no special privileges!"
"You damned racist! How have you not been blown to pieces by bombs yet?"
"I’m not a racist; I even won the Lofsky Peace Prize. Although it’s not an important international award, I made remarkable humanitarian contributions in Africa! I sympathize with minorities striving upward through their own efforts but disdain people like you who rely solely on skin color!"
"That’s discrimination! You damned white pig! I recorded everything you said with a voice recorder! When we get back, you’re done for! You won’t have a place in the entire press industry! You’ll lose your job, your family will leave, and you’ll beco a holess wanderer!"
"Haha... I studied Buddhism, researched Buddhist thought. So, I’m more tolerant than soone like you. Even though you’ve cursed , I still hope you survive. Just, I hope after this you can return to Africa, that’s a place truly suited for you."
Watching the black and white reporters hurl insults at each other, the Asian reporter couldn’t help but lower his voice, "Keep it down! If we’re discovered, we’ll die!"
As the words fell, the two reporters about to argue suddenly aligned their stance, just as they were about to speak, a bright light shone around them.
Boom!
The earth shook, the sky seed to tremble too.
The three war correspondents hidden in the ruins t the sa fate as their journalist colleagues.
Only, their end was sowhat better; they didn’t die painfully in agony, but lost their lives instantly, without even sensing pain, their bodies annihilated by laser cannons, turned to ash, dissipating between heaven and earth.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
"The noisy insects have finally fallen silent."
In the sky above, Seventh Princess Eve looked down at the nurous S-level Extraordinary Ones with an expressionless face, her deanor contemptuous, her lips always carrying a hint of mocking smile: "You people, clearly so weak, yet by receiving a gift from so advanced civilization, obtained sothing called [Superpower]."
"With the strange thods of the superpowers, you’ve slowed down my attack speed."
While the battle on the Busan front was intense, on this side in the United States, Seventh Princess Eve’s campaign was also underway.
Only, [God] Gray and [God of Indians] "discarded their prejudice", joined forces, and confronted Eve.
Though the two were at a disadvantage, they managed to barely keep her confined within the City of Angels thanks to the unreasonable superpowers.
In this process, the residents of the City of Angels suffered heavy casualties.
But God Gray and God of Indians Blood Arrow received much gratitude from many Aricans because of this.
Especially the residents of the cities surrounding the City of Angels, who were exceedingly grateful to the two. Even those who weren’t religious almost beca their believers.
In the fierce battle, other S-level Ability Users from the Alliance of Gods like [Yi King], [Undying Gentleman], [Romantic Goddess], [Industrial Dominator], and [Soul of Slav], also rushed to the City of Angels to assist at the first opportunity.
Not out of so code of the underworld.
In fact, aside from Russia’s [Soul of Slav] and Germany’s [Industrial Dominator] who acted with great integrity at the first opportunity upon receiving the news, the other mbers of the Alliance of Gods were unwilling to confront a powerful alien civilization for the Aricans.
After all, an alien colonizer commander like Seventh Princess Eve was obviously ruthless and rciless, likely holding a grudge.
Offending her and attracting a formidable enemy to their country would be incredibly foolish, easily making them the scapegoats in the eyes of their citizens.
However...
Due to the Superpower Erosion, [God] Gray, whose thinking had gradually beco divine, had long since seen through the humanity of each mber of the Alliance of Gods, planning ahead and preparing well in advance.
The so-called preparation...
In essence, was imitating so thods of [Profound Immortal] Zhao Guanlan.
Simply targeting what or whom the mbers of the Alliance of Gods cherished most, as leverage.
As it turns out, God Gray’s thods proved effective.
No matter how reluctant they were, [Yi King], [Undying Gentleman], [Romantic Goddess], and other S-level Superpower Users eventually reluctantly flew to the United States to the City of Angels for support.
Alas...
The power of the Chuanke civilization far surpassed the limits of their imagination.
Led by [God] Gray, a total of seven S-level Extraordinary Ones launched a massive assault on Chuanke Seventh Princess Eve, yet it was of little use.
Not even breaking the surface of their opponent.
"Huff... Huff..."
Shana, known as the [Romantic Goddess], panted heavily, staring unwaveringly at Seventh Princess Eve in the sky, her beautiful face full of terror: "So powerful, it’s as if we’re not even in the sa dinsion of strength!"
"All our attacks are nothing more than tickles to her!"
It’s worth noting, the big guy who seed to be a bodyguard beside the Seventh Princess had yet to make a move...
If the bodyguard’s combat power wasn’t greater than that of the protected, what’s the point of having a bodyguard?
Romantic Goddess Shana is a smart person.
Smart people tend to overthink.
While other S-level Extraordinary Ones continued to attempt to break through, she had already fallen into the abyss of despair, even contemplating retreat.
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