Kill the Sun Chapter 986 Death

Daniel and his fellow Nightmen were relentlessly slashing at the muscular General.

The creature was no longer invulnerable now that the antimatter laser had shattered its formidable defenses.

While half of the Nightmen occupied its front, the remaining warriors focused their assault on its back.

Although its flesh was knitting back together at a high speed, they continued to inflict new wounds just as quickly.

Maintaining such a powerful physique through regeneration surely demanded a massive expenditure of Pure Energy.

If they maintained this pressure, its reservoir of Pure Energy would eventually run dry.

Forced to protect its rear, the burly General found no opening to launch a counteroffensive.

Stripped of the thin General’s support, it was significantly crippled now that its primary vulnerability was laid bare.

Speed.

Speed was the flaw it could not overcome.

CRACK!

Daniel managed to excise a vital-looking organ from the General’s spine.

‘That seems critical,’ he noted mentally. ‘I need to see if there are more vital organs I can harvest!’

BOOOOOOOOM!

Suddenly, another gargantuan explosion erupted.

Every combatant paused for a split second to look toward the moon.

The lunar surface was obscured by a brilliant flare that resembled a second sun.

The scale of the blast was so immense it surpassed the diameter of the Earth!

Since the moon was far smaller than the Earth, it was swallowed entirely by the inferno.

The burly General had been devastated by a mere tenth of the antimatter stored in the laser.

What kind of destruction would the remaining 90% inflict upon the moon?

The outcome was undeniable.

The moon had vanished.

In its place, nothing remained but incandescent gases radiating in every direction.

The Communicator, the Chief Illusionists, the Strategists, the Representatives, and the fleshy caverns…

Everything had been vaporized.

‘He actually pulled it off!’ Daniel thought, his heart surging with triumph.

‘The enemy base is destroyed!’

‘Don’t you worry! Your sacrifice will never be forgotten!’

None of this would have been achievable without Nick.

Had they simply focused on the Sun, the battle against the Generals would have been a guaranteed loss.

Even worse, the aliens would have calibrated the antimatter laser to annihilate the Earth itself.

Though Earth was currently little more than a desolate, inhospitable rock drifting through the void, it remained intact.

With several centuries of dedicated engineering, the planet’s spherical form could be restored and its atmosphere replenished.

Earth survived, even if it was broken and scarred.

The loss of the moon would certainly trigger chaotic changes on the surface, but that was a minor concern compared to extinction.

A 1,000-kilometer-deep rift in the Earth’s crust was a far more pressing disaster.

As the moon detonated, the thin General halted its flight.

It had been a mere 50,000 kilometers away from the lunar surface when the explosion occurred.

Had it arrived just a moment sooner, it might have averted the catastrophe.

The Amorphous Race’s foothold in this solar system had been wiped out.

The General’s only hope was that the Mother might dispatch reinforcements.

However, that hope was futile.

Nick had ensured that would not happen.

By sabotaging the Communicator, Nick had redirected the Strategist’s final message to a meaningless coordinate in the depths of space.

The Mother remained under the impression that the mission was proceeding as planned, having spoken with the Representatives only days prior.

It would take roughly 500 years for the Mother to discover the truth—likely only when the scheduled shipment of Zephyx failed to arrive.

That timeline assumed the Generals would fall here.

With 99% of the Amorphous Race purged from the system, only these two Generals remained.

Seeing the moon’s destruction, the thin General immediately veered back toward its burly comrade.

Its primary directive was now the total extermination of the human race.

The Zephyx generators were lost.

Now, they had to ensure humanity could never rise again to threaten their Tribe.

The thin General recalled the previous conflict from 60,000 years ago.

The humans of that era had been fragile and pathetic, yet their weaponry was terrifyingly potent.

Even then, humanity had been a significant threat.

Now, they possessed advanced technology and warriors capable of matching Tenth Realm experts in combat.

Humanity was currently at its weakest, but if granted a few centuries to regroup and rebuild their arsenal…

Only the Mother herself would be powerful enough to oppose them.

But if the Mother left her post, the rest of the Tribe would be vulnerable to attack.

This outcome was unacceptable!

Failure to eliminate the humans today could lead to the total genocide of their Tribe!

They still hadn’t fully recovered from the devastation of the war 60,000 years ago!

That was how catastrophic the previous encounter had been!

The thin General raced back to the fray.

Meanwhile, another Nightman succeeded in ripping another vital organ from the burly General.

The moment that organ was removed, the General’s regenerative abilities ceased.

Realizing this, the Nightmen redoubled their efforts, attacking with frenzied energy.

The burly General attempted a counterstrike, but it lacked its former lethality.

The Nightman who took the hit was severely wounded but managed to cling to life.

As the Nightmen continued their onslaught, the General’s condition grew critical.

It was on the verge of death.

“Just a bit more!” Daniel signaled through a transmission.

Abandoning all thoughts of defense, they poured every ounce of their strength into the attack.

CRACK!

Suddenly, one of the Nightmen was reduced to a spray of gore.

The thin General had returned!

Despite the new threat, the Nightmen did not waver in their assault on the burly General.

They needed to finish one off now!

Daniel maneuvered behind the muscular General, his blade shimmering with concentrated power.

CRACK!

Another Nightman was cut down.

Daniel’s sword plunged deep into the General’s back, piercing a massive internal organ.

At that instant, he detonated his entire Cultivation base.

BOOOOOOM!

The sheer force of the explosion reduced the General’s internal systems to dust.

A massive surge of Pure Energy erupted from the burly General’s corpse, felt by everyone present.

It was finished!

They had slain it!

Daniel, however, could only manage a pained, bitter smile.

He was paralyzed.

By expending every drop of his energy in that final blow, he had committed to a suicide mission.

He was completely defenseless against any attack from the thin General.

‘Well, look at me now,’ Daniel thought, a dry chuckle echoing in his mind. ‘I wanted power. I wanted immortality. I wanted to claim everything for myself.’

‘Ideals? Beliefs? Who gives a damn about that?’

‘I always thought people who died for others were fools. They’re just weaklings whose sacrifices only benefit the survivors.’

‘And yet, here I am.’

‘Didn’t I just become one of those fools?’

Daniel laughed softly to himself.

He watched as the thin General materialized directly in front of him.

‘This is your fault, Nick.’

‘You poisoned me with your ridiculous sense of heroism and self-sacrifice.’

‘I’m going to kick your ass when I see you in the afterlife.’

The thin General struck.