There was a scream from the chip, “No!! Damn you, Yue Zhong!! You lied to me!!”

The Radiant Battleship was a product of a True-God expert, and the computer on the ship was more powerful than Zu Yuan Ting by many times. However, as the previous intelligence of the ship had been wiped out in the battle between the True Gods, its remaining strength had no way of invading a smart chip of a Super A.I.

However, once Zu Yuan Ting opened up its smart chip, revealing the source code, the Radiant Battleship could directly hack it and control it, laying down all sorts of restrictions.

Under that sort of assault, Zu Yuan Ting struggled maniacally. However, it was barely a short moment before his internal workings were grasped entirely by the battleship, and his resistance became weaker as he finally slipped into peace.

By the time his consciousness was quiet, the Radiant Battleship fired once more into the source code of Zu Yuan Ting before disappearing.

Just as the glow from the Radiant Battleship disappeared, the smart chip closed up once more, as numerous cells poured out, forming a human-shape, without the slightest discourtesy as he bowed, “Your slave Zu Yuan Ting greets Master. In the past, this slave has offended Master, please punish me as you deem fit.”

Yue Zhong looked at Zu Yuan Ting and was pleased. He released his grip, “Very good, Zu Yuan Ting, go gather your forces from the Mech Empire and wipe out all enemies of humans on Earth.”

“Yes! Master!”

Once his chip landed on the ground, a number of high-quality cells shot out from his constellation space crystal, forming around the chip and becoming the humanoid shape that he had come to Earth in.

As he was reforming, he grabbed a few Type 8 nuclei and threw them into his mouth, allowing his strength to rise back to the initial Type 9 realm.

Zu Yuan Ting was considered a powerful expert even among those of the Type 9 realm, with numerous means and a powerful combat strength. He was only lacking a Gold-Grade treasure.

“I will now go and gather the forces of the Mech Kingdom and deploy them to Earth.” Zu Yuan Ting bowed to Yue Zhong and immediately shot into the Gate of Hell, heading back to Galastar.

Yue Zhong heaved a sigh of relief. With the Type 9 Mech Emperor defending Earth, even if Yue Zhong were to fail in the Tower of Babel, China would not be wiped out by those foreign species.

The Tower of Babel was the only way one could become a True-God expert, and escape from this cage-like world. Yue Zhong would not give up on it.

With the Mech Emperor Zu Yuan Ting defending, China would be steady as a rock, and the threat of the aliens would decrease.

To humans, the aliens were their strongest and deadliest enemies. However, the Mechs did not have to fear becoming hosts, the aliens were just prey to be hunted down.

The multiplying of the aliens was extremely terrifying, while the Mechs could also be produced on a similar scale. Thus, it was no problem for them to deal with the aliens.

When Zu Yuan Ting returned to Galastar, he sent many Mech Beasts and sentient Mechs towards Earth continuously.

All the Mech Beasts and sentient Mechs were under his orders, and sent to the various battlefields on Earth, fighting against the Mutant Beasts, zombies, aliens, and under enemies of the human race.

At the same time, many of those sentient Mechs and Mech Beasts were stationed at the Gates of Hell, focusing on dealing with the non-human entities that descended upon Earth.

With such an army guarding the Gates of Hell, any low-level being that tried to invade Earth were instantly taken care of by the Mech army.

Among the 800 worlds, there were strong worlds and weaker ones. Of those strong worlds, they had half-step True Gods guarding their worlds, while the weaker ones were like Earth prior to the Apocalypse.

With the Mech Army guarding the Gates of Hell, all those weaker races would just pass through the Gates of Hell, before being blasted apart.

Since Earth itself was going through a strange mutation, even the weakest human would be able to evolve slightly as long as they survived long enough. There were 800 worlds, and it was no surprise that many of them had their own capabilities. As long as they could enter Earth, then there was a chance to evolve within a short period of time, to a point where they could threaten humans. Thus, Yue Zhong did not permit any low-level races to come and vie for such resources with the human race.

Of course, there were numerous races with Type 9 powerhouses. Yue Zhong had no way of preventing them from descending upon Earth.

After all, there were definitely experts who had their own share of miraculous encounters and possessed Gold-Grade treasures. For the sake of entering the Tower of Babel, many had arrived.

With the flow of time, more races and species were arriving on Earth through the Gates of Hell. Those large races did not seem to have the intention to go to war either, as they all headed for the Pacific Ocean.

Soon, many strong existences and races were gathered at the Pacific Ocean, some of them causing even Yue Zhong to feel some sense of threat.

With this large gathering, it was inevitable that some savage races and species would be unable to control themselves, as they began to get into fights. However, the Type 9 powerhouses maintained their cool.

All of them were clear, once a Type 9 expert acted, then the 2 races would enter a life-and-death battle, where it would not stop until one of them was wiped out. Furthermore, the main objective of the expedition was to enter the Tower of Babel for a chance to become a True-God existence. No one wanted to waste their strength on in-fighting before entering.

On this day, from a Gate of Hell near Guizhou in China, there was a bright flash of light, as a number of 10,000m-long battleships flew out.

As those battleships flew out from the gate, an even larger fleet of smaller ships followed behind, covering the skies, forming a huge cloud.

Most fleets would only have about 12 battleships, and yet, this fleet exceeded a thousand ships, 90 times that of a normal fleet. Furthermore, they were made out of materials that did not lose out to the Mech Empire and were at the C-Grade at least.

The remaining 36 10,000m-long battleships were actually D-Grade, their main cannons capable of killing a Type 9 Mutant Beast with a single blast.

On these thousand battleships, each and every one of them had the insignia of the Holy Heavens, representing that they were from the Holy Heavens.

If such a fleet were to go all out, they could easily suppress most of the 800 worlds. Even Yue Zhong would not be able to fend off such a force.

“They’ve indeed come, the main force of the Holy Heavens.” At the moment they fleet arrived on Earth, Yue Zhong had already known.

With a thought, he made his choice, “Since it is unknown what will happen within the Tower of Babel, it’s too dangerous for me to act alone. I’d better follow the Holy Heavens in, to be safe.”

There were too many experts trying their luck for the Tower of Babel, many of which much stronger than Yue Zhong. Going in with the Holy Heaven’s forces would be better than proceeding alone.

In a flash, he charged through the skies and shot towards the fleet.

The fleet, capable of destroying everything in its path, flew directly to the Pacific Ocean, stopping about 5km away from the Tower of Babel.

The moment the Holy Heavens fleet appeared, waves of commotion broke out among the other species and races. Many of them looked at the battleships fearfully, putting as much distance as they could between them.

There was also a number who were not too affected by the appearance of the Holy Heavens battleships.

Not long after they came to a stop, Yue Zhong appeared and flew towards them.

4 silver-armored guards immediately flew out, barking at Yue Zhong with wariness in their eyes, “Halt! Who are you! This is the region of the Holy Heavens, intruders will be eliminated without mercy!”

Yue Zhong waved his hands, throwing his identity card over, “I’m Divine Envoy Yue Zhong from the Central Temple, this is my identity card!”

The 4 of them took out a scanner, confirming his identity, before throwing it back and replying in neither a servile nor overbearing tone, “You’re definitely Yue Zhong. Come with us.”

A Divine Envoy’s position was high, but it was not high enough for these silver-armored guards to be fawning over him. Unless he was a Holy Son or Holy Lord-level expert, that would make them be respectful.

Yue Zhong responded, “Yes!”

Under their lead, he flew towards the 36 D-Grade Battleships.

The moment he landed on one of them, he could sense incomparable pressure emitting from the battleship. There were actually 6 Type 9 experts and over 200 half-step Type 9 powerhouses.