This is really not mechanical ascension
Chapter 715 - 372: Doomsday Judgment – The Azure Dragon… Is the Divine Craftsman!?_2

Chapter 715: Chapter 372: Doomsday Judgment – The Azure Dragon... Is the Divine Craftsman!?_2

What he obtained was merely some useless knowledge and information.

The only consolation, perhaps, were the clues about the Eternal Silence Star and the program to locate the Holy Castle.

But those were far from sufficient to make up for the humiliation he endured and the trouble brought to the Empire, so...

Screw that!

Abel’s face twisted, his figure blurred, and he threw a punch like a shooting star at the nearest life form, the sheer force causing the air to erupt in deafening bursts.

The opponent, already heavily modified, was clearly a Mechanic. His head was encased in a metal mask, and his arms were outfitted with various intricate mechanical devices. Under the shock of the strike, components shattered and sparks flew everywhere.

His body flew backward like a severed kite, tearing through chaotic air currents, and collapsed into a group of people, knocking down a large area.

What kind of thing thinks it’s qualified to point at his face and curse?

Abel’s expression was icy as he swung his arm.

Made a move?

Li Ming was stunned, touching his nose as he moved closer, estimating if he could restrain this guy at the moment Prince Ryan acted, intending to use him as leverage.

Aistelle frowned slightly and quietly stepped backward.

The scene erupted in commotion, all the cameras trained on Abel as he acted. Meanwhile, the soldiers responsible for maintaining order arrived late, starting to clear the area and expel the journalists.

"Silence..." Suddenly, a voice sounded, reverberating through the void in waves.

Prince Ryan had already arrived in the air, with Dominion Holy Image collapsing over half its structure.

His gaze was cold, and an oppressive aura descended, carrying the terrifying majesty of a top-tier life form in the food chain, causing everyone to practically freeze in place.

The area fell utterly silent. Observers shuddered, their overheated minds cooling down, as they stared at Prince Ryan in reverence.

This old man? Why is he here!?

Li Ming’s eyelids twitched, almost without hesitation, summoning Tank Guard onto his body surface. Then, the Four Heavenly Kings appeared, and Guardian Armament was activated.

Four mechanical bodies of distinct colors began transforming and assembling, their intricate mechanical structures emitting loud creaks, gears connecting seamlessly, and metallic components extending endlessly.

Like countless metal dragons slithering about, tightly adhering to Tank Guard’s surface. Each junction connected perfectly, fitting like a glove.

Tank Guard swelled directly to nearly ten meters tall, resembling a mobile steel fortress, its metal shell tightly encasing the structure.

The cooperative assembly of four Mechanical Guards culminated in an entity worthy of being called—the "Mechanical Sovereign!"

Metal armor overlapped in layers, shimmering with a frigid metallic luster, as intricate patterns and energy circuits became vividly apparent.

They intertwined and meticulously arranged, with overlapping sections embedding into one another, producing deep, resonant impacts, forming impenetrable defensive barriers.

Li Ming held no illusions that he could stand toe-to-toe with Prince Ryan, so he instead focused solely on stacking defense buffs to avoid being blindsided.

Aistelle stared, dumbfounded, at the colossal mechanical figure before her. In the next moment, she was enveloped in a glow of energy and vanished, reappearing beside Diwusi.

Abel had already disappeared without a trace.

Prince Ryan, surprised, lowered his gaze but then remarked: "Cautious, aren’t you? Afraid of me ambushing you?"

The scene was dead quiet; the unlucky masses could seemingly hear their own heartbeats.

Prince Costat’s face darkened, "Ryan, stop causing trouble."

"Causing trouble?" Ryan responded with a faint smile, but his eyes remained icy, "A pack of fools, just a dumb elephant. Capture it directly, dismantle it, and everything can be obtained."

"This is the result of cooperating with the opposition?"

Costat sneered. He indeed wanted to seize the target directly but had to contend with Diwusi and Crow, who wouldn’t stand idly by.

"And Azure Dragon, daring to openly threaten the Empire?" He gazed down at the mechanical body below, "Those few proclamations sounded quite grandiose, but I wonder—does it have the strength to support them?"

"The Empire’s lost honor, I will reclaim."

Again targeting Li Ming?

Many were both anxious and confused, still uncertain why the Empire wanted to act against Li Ming.

"Li Ming, Level Sixty Development Potential, rare in the interstellar sphere, perhaps the highest Development Potential known in interstellar history." Costat’s eyes were cold, "But I wonder—if you died, would Azure Dragon grieve deeply for you?"

Li Ming’s heart skipped a beat.

Costat’s face sank dramatically.

Diwusi focused intensely on the scene. Prince Ryan was an X-level life form; it remained unclear if Azure Dragon had the means to counteract him. She was intensely curious.

"He plans to kill Li Ming?" Blackbeard exclaimed in shock, and the surrounding crowd fell into uproar.

"Prince Ryan?" Azure Dragon’s voice echoed again from the mechanical body, "What an honor—to meet another prince of the Empire."

"Oh... Azure Dragon?" Ryan’s gaze flickered, "You don’t seem worried. Do you think I’m joking?"

His eyes glinted coldly as he said, "I know your support. With Level Sixty Development Potential, you can command submission from any civilization. If they bow, all can be forgiven."

The live broadcast only captured part of the scene. Beyond the visuals, many others used ultra-range cameras to record, their focus entirely on the prince.

Composed and unyielding, the prince overlooked the enormous mechanical figure, "Unfortunately, he encountered me."

"Of course, I could spare him, but some matters may require an explanation directly from you."

"Your Highness, it’s truly an honor," Azure Dragon’s voice responded earnestly, "Otherwise, I wouldn’t find a better moment than now to let everyone witness my proud masterpiece."

"Doomsday Judgment!"

As the words fell, Prince Ryan’s heart quivered, and the hearts of everyone present followed suit.

All eyes focused.

In the sky above, a faint black line quietly materialized, resembling a subtle crack on the canvas of the universe.

Soon after, the line rippled violently, transforming into fragmented black thunderbolts that jumped and raged.

The black thunder tore through the void, forcing it open little by little, emitting chilling "squeaks" as the space groaned in agony.

A pitch-black cannon, spanning tens of thousands of meters, slowly took shape. Its barrel was crisscrossed with golden cracks, which, rather than flaws, resembled enigmatic runes glowing brightly.

Each crack seemed like a conduit for cosmic energy, harboring a terrifying force capable of shattering stars.

Golden light danced and intertwined across the dark barrel, spreading along the cracks as the cannon gently trembled, amassing catastrophic power.

Dark energy converged at the cannon’s mouth, forming a bottomless vortex capable of devouring all light.

The space around the massive cannon was distorted by its immense force, rendering it blurred and impossible for light to escape—ominous like the Doomsday Judgment.

The primal fear and reverence from the depths of one’s soul surged up in everyone present.

The Creator Divine Craftsman’s mental waves resonated wildly. His mechanical pupils spun rapidly as he blurted out two words: "Divine Craftsman!"

"It’s a Divine Craftsman!" The Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman gasped in shock, "An unprecedented Divine Craftsman—how is this possible!?"

The Creator Divine Craftsman murmured, "How did this creation appear? There’s no spatial fluctuation; it feels as though it inherently belongs there. How far has Azure Dragon’s space research gone?"

The emergence of this black cannon nearly confirmed Azure Dragon’s identity as a Divine Craftsman. Although the distinction at this tier was vague, such destructive power clearly touched upon X-level realms.

Coupled with other technological prowess, it definitively surpassed the Casting Star Mechanic level, making the title of Divine Craftsman well-deserved.

Doomsday Judgment!

The black cannon lived up to its name, sending shivers of unease across the crowd of life forms.

The devastation this single shot might unleash was beyond horrifying to imagine.

"Divine... Craftsman?" Blackbeard was dumbstruck, pulling out a handful of beard hairs as a hurricane of emotions roared within his heart, a chilling fear spreading from the depths of his soul.

Azure Dragon, a Divine Craftsman?

How could this be? How could he possibly be a Divine Craftsman!?

Throughout the interstellar realm, there might be more than just the two heralded Divine Craftsmen from the Mechanic Association, but certainly not many; one wouldn’t appear out of nowhere.

Such a Divine Craftsman could willingly remain dormant under an A-level life form for months, and infiltrate the Torch Organization for another few months.

Blackbeard felt this realization more surreal with every passing moment, his mind spinning rapidly—had inviting him to join the Pioneers recklessly ushered in a wolf?

His throat moved as cold sweat drenched his back.

Azure Dragon’s display of power was secondary; what truly unsettled Blackbeard was Azure Dragon’s ultimate objective.