That model of unmanned transport vehicle was still the size of a minivan, and the large cargo box behind it was nearly two meters high, looking quite substantial.

If it really charged at full speed, it would at least have the presence of a rhinoceros.

Of course, this is for ordinary people.

Everyone knows that the physical structure, vigorous vitality, and rapid regeneration of spiritual energy users (through most means) make it difficult to consider them carbon-based mammals anymore.

Yu Lian knew that even if it were he, as long as he was prepared, it would definitely be the latter that flipped over.

However, wasn’t this a special situation?

Brigadier General Morey, whose attention was completely focused on Yu Lian, was thus struck head-on by the vehicle.

…Then, the truck really did flip over, but it didn’t fall apart.

And Brigadier General Morey himself did stumble involuntarily, and the strength in his hands immediately loosened.

Yu Lian, of course, couldn’t let go of this good opportunity.

He lowered his body, swung his arm, and with a forceful throw, using a sling-like motion, he forcibly flung the opponent away on the spot.

Brigadier General Morey was thrown nearly twenty meters again, landing directly in the center of the plaza, which was the pit he had created earlier with various spiritual energy techniques and resonance martial arts.

Looking at the overturned drone, a delicate girl rolled out of the cargo hold, clutching her head and letting out a pained “Ow!”

But she then quickly stood up, patted her clothes, and it was none other than Miss Serena Mao.

She looked around, then looked at Brigadier General Morey in the distance, paused for half a second, and clapped her hands: “Yay, I succeeded!”

The pop star’s celebration had just begun when a hand grabbed her collar.

“What did you succeed at?!” Yu Lian couldn’t help but say, and with a swing and a throw, the pop star’s small body, weighing less than 50 jin, was flung away like a rag doll.

Of course, her direction of flight was towards the bridge.

Before she could even scream, and without directly hitting the floor, she landed in a pair of arms.

Miss Serena, still shaken, stared with wide eyes, and before she could even regulate her breathing, she saw Fina’s helpless expression.

Yu Lian was actually very grateful for Miss Serena’s assistance.

This singer was very courageous, had good ideas and initiative, and indeed helped.

But now was really not the time for thanks.

If she were to stay where she was, it would be too dangerous.

“Feifei, watch everyone! Don’t come out! No one come out!” Yu Lian shouted towards the bridge, then took a step and stood in front of the passage, blocking the essential path between the bridge and Morey.

However, was that really still Morey?

He had already stood up from the ground, his face ashen like a corpse, with bulging veins that looked like they were about to burst through his skin.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but his deep, dark eyes, completely out of focus, were bulging unnaturally, as if pressing on his nerves, and he could only make “ho-ho” sounds without speaking.

Morey’s face began to twist, and the flesh from his wounds pulsed wildly as if active worms had burrowed into it.

His cheeks began to deform and swell, like a balloon being filled with countless breaths.

Then, those two swollen eyes, which looked like they were about to explode, actually managed to turn slightly, and the pitch-black eyeballs, like cell division, forcibly tore out seven or eight identical ones from his body.

However, perhaps precisely because of these few cell divisions, his original eyes actually separated back into black and white.

In those unnaturally bulging eyes, which looked like they could burst from their sockets at any moment, focus finally returned: “Ah, so this is what release feels like…”

If only looking at his eyes, this was probably the most normal Yu Lian had ever seen this guy.

However, Yu Lian at this moment instinctively retracted even his spiritual perception.

He didn’t even need to extend his spiritual energy to feel the overwhelming stench.

…Supernatural loss of control, it really happened!

I actually encountered such a low-probability event!

However, this guy had a slug on his brainstem and a sinister mastermind behind him, and he was practically driven to mental breakdown.

Thanks to the above factors, he couldn’t even use the Words of Power and Laws of Command techniques that posed the greatest threat to him.

Spiritual energy is, after all, the power of foolish idealists, and spiritual energy users with mental breakdowns naturally have a higher probability of supernatural loss of control.

But this is still a low-probability event!

Yu Lian looked at Brigadier General Morey’s unusually clear eyes and immediately understood that this guy deliberately let himself lose control!

Even if a spiritual energy user had a death wish, they wouldn’t have such awareness, let alone such control.

One can only say, this guy really knows how to play, and it’s truly a pity!

And at this moment, besides the division in his eyes, his body also began to swell, expanding towards the direction of an unspeakable monster.

His state was naturally seen by everyone in the bridge, once again causing a terrifying uproar.

Fortunately, even in high society, these people were all prominent figures, and their refined class upbringing was already a conditioned reflex; they would probably lose their composure otherwise.

“This, this is the legendary supernatural loss of control?” Nishita Chairman looked at Morey, who was becoming increasingly unspeakable, and finally a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

This feeling of watching a horror movie live was even a bit hard for him to bear.

Although he had heard that spiritual energy users losing control could degenerate into monsters, he never expected such a scene!

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn’t help but look at his wife again.

It was one thing for a horror movie to play out in reality, but what if it played out at home?

He almost instinctively wanted to step back.

“Darling, what kind of expression is that?! In our world of supernaturals, the probability of losing control and degenerating is even lower than a car accident.

Are you not going to ride in cars anymore?”

The Chairman thought about it and agreed, so he sat a little closer and held his wife’s hand: “Then, wife, Morey over there…”

He quickly began to weigh his options.

Should he let his wife go help, or should he let her stay and protect everyone?

Which option would yield greater benefits truly gave him a headache!

“Darling, my responsibility is to protect you… And my abilities are not suitable for this kind of battle,” Melary shook her head.

“Now, we can only rely on that young man.

Your judgment is good, he is indeed quite excellent, and I hope he can truly create another miracle.”

Although she said that, Lady Melary didn’t really hold much hope.

She knew very well that a monster formed by a spiritual energy user’s supernatural loss of control and degeneration would, at the moment of complete madness, absorb a large amount of negative energy from the Void Realm, which was the main reason for its expansion into an unspeakable monster.

But this mad negative energy would not only turn the spiritual energy user into a monster but also transform into his (or rather, its) power.

As a result, its power intensity would inevitably exceed that before the degeneration.

According to the theorem of supernatural loss of control, the power increase should be around one to two rings… Perhaps there would be a regression in control and combat rhythm, even becoming as chaotic as a wounded beast, but the power increase would be even greater than that.

If it were just that young man, he definitely wouldn’t be able to deal with the out-of-control spiritual energy monster.

Even with me, it’s very touch and go…

Lady Melary thought of this and couldn’t help but glance at Krel Belmont in the crowd.

Her maiden family and the Belmont Family were old acquaintances, and she could be said to have watched this boy grow up.

But at this moment, that young master of the Belmont Family, representing the Alliance, and Duke Fisu, representing the Empire, almost simultaneously let out a disdainful chuckle when Morey entered the state of supernatural loss of control.

The two then paused, looking at each other at the same time.

The two, whose ages could make them grandfather and grandson, after a few seconds of silence, simultaneously revealed a knowing smile, a tribute to their own kind.

“Not going to act?”

“I’m already this old! What about you? You’re clearly in the prime of your life.”

“I’ll watch a bit longer, can’t steal the show!”

“Slippery scoundrel!”

“Treacherous and greasy old man!”

They completed another tacit smile with their smiles and gazes, then shrank back into their chairs, ready to watch until the end.

If I were really an Earthling, I’d find a way to blow both of you up and then tell everyone you died in a terrorist attack! Lady Melary rolled her eyes heavenward.

Unfortunately, she was, after all, married from the Alliance, and Earth wasn’t hers to command.

The only one completely out of place with the current environment was the pop star, who was always out of sync with reality.

Serena Mao ran over and laboriously helped the unconscious President Nockham up, letting him lean against a chair.

After thinking for a moment, she took out a bottle of high-sugar, high-calorie frozen chocolate milk from her hoodie pocket and placed it against the President’s cheek.

President Nockham let out a loud “Awoo!” and seamlessly transitioned from unconsciousness to furious rage in half a second, roaring loudly: “Morey! Morey! I’ll fight you to the death!”

But he quickly saw Serena’s small face close by, and immediately froze.

Immediately after, his cheeks, which had swelled with rage, instantly deflated.

He knelt on the ground, hugging the girl’s small body tightly, and burst into tears on the spot: “Waaah! Serena, you’re safe, that’s great, you’re safe!”

The reporters were in a dilemma; they didn’t know whether to photograph the scandalous confirmed affair or the battle over there, as both were big news!

What a happy dilemma!

Fina gritted her teeth; although she wished she could beat everyone in the bridge, at this moment she couldn’t care less and prepared to rush out to help.

She had no intention of listening to Yu Lian’s orders.

But just as the girl took a step forward, the already somewhat deformed bridge door let out a “clatter” sound, and immediately after, the three armored doors still fell shut.

Fina and Yu Lian were thus isolated on opposite sides of the door.

The last thing she saw was Yu Lian turning back to her with a smiling face and a thumbs-up just as the door closed.

“My dear, don’t worry, wait for me a bit!”

Feifei at this moment didn’t know whether she should be touched or exasperated.

“Dead Yu’er! Stupid Yu’er! Why are you trying to be cool at a time like this?!” The girl rushed to the door switch, but found that no matter how she operated it, it wouldn’t budge; it was clearly locked remotely.

At this moment, even the dignified “Black Moon Count” didn’t know what to do and could only helplessly stamp her foot.

“Don’t, don’t worry… Our reinforcements are coming right away!” Someone whispered reassuringly.

Yes, through the bridge’s viewport, several light points could already be seen outside, indicating that ships were rapidly approaching.

In fact, the moment Feixue 48 was confirmed to be completely destroyed, the standby rescue fleet and assault teams were already rushing over at full speed.

In terms of hostage rescue, Yu Lian and his companions’ operation could already be considered a complete success, with a perfect outcome.

Compared to that, having one enemy leader still resisting was no problem at all.

To put it bluntly, if Morey had lost control somewhere else, Yu Lian wouldn’t have bothered; he would have just run away and waited for reinforcements with heavy firepower to come and simply carpet bomb the area.

What if it was a degenerated spiritual energy monster?

It was still a physical entity and could still be destroyed by conventional means.

But the problem was, the bridge was right behind him.

There were over two hundred people, and most importantly, Feifei was there.

If he let it go, could the triple doors of the bridge really stop the opponent?

Or rather, could they hold out until reinforcements arrived?

Yu Lian really didn’t dare to gamble.

…Since that was the case, to put it plainly, wasn’t it just a “fight”?

I’m good at that!

Yu Lian made up his mind in this way, and instead felt a resolve that there was nothing to fear, immediately feeling his fighting spirit soaring, just needing some sword-drawing divine music to enhance the mood in his mind.

“You actually dare to stand in front of me!” Francis Morey laughed loudly.

“…I’m just a little curious.” Yu Lian looked up and down at the other party, showing a malicious sneer: “I rarely see this state of loss of control in you, and I really want to take this opportunity to exchange experiences… For example, what does it feel like to degenerate into a spiritual energy monster?”

“Degeneration? No, this is evolution! This is the feeling I idealize! Power, infinite power! I finally understand now, I only need this!” Morey roared loudly, his voice shaking the sky.

“I am destined to fail! Ah, my General! I cannot save you! But I will send everything here to commemorate your soul!”

“General Schwartz is still alive,” Yu Lian couldn’t help but remind him.

However, by this time, this guy naturally couldn’t hear such human words.

He continued to swell, his flesh, radiating an ominous aura, becoming increasingly foul as his body expanded, eventually forming a huge mass of twisted black fur and bloody organs, covered with a dozen mouths revealing sharp and terrifying fangs.

Tentacles wrapped in gloomy mist emerged from the cracks in the flesh, densely packed like a spider web.

Immediately after, the monster swung its tentacles and lunged forward.

It was clearly a large, unspeakable mass of flesh and tentacles, a standard horror-style monster, but it moved remarkably fast.

It extended its tentacles, hooked onto protruding structures, and swung over, looking at first glance like a super-sized, irregular bouncy ball.

Yu Lian was really starting to get a headache.

This guy was clearly insane, but his destination was quite clear.

This kind of rational madness would inevitably be the most troublesome enemy in any situation.

However, as the saying goes, I am best at handling this kind of situation!

But at this very moment, the transparent dome above the plaza was largely covered by a sudden shadow, which was a roaring landing craft.

Immediately after, there was a deafening crash, and the dome instantly lost its previous “transparency,” no longer showing the distant starry sky and bright moon, but directly reverting to a cold metal ceiling.

But then, the smooth metal ceiling showed obvious deformation and bulging until it directly shattered.

“Boom!” A metal component, whether rebar or ceiling, estimated to weigh at least twenty tons, fell from the sky and decisively smashed onto the monster’s head.

Even this degenerated spiritual energy monster paused for a moment.

Immediately after, a cone-shaped machine, like a large drill, burrowed through the gap in the ceiling, then opened like petals, revealing a dark passage.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the passage, and seeing such a scene, hesitated for a moment, not jumping down immediately.

Yu Lian, however, stood firm with his spear, full of spirit.

He declared that he was even better at handling the scene that would follow.

“Xiao Qing, for this kind of evil monster, there’s no need to talk about martial ethics; let’s all go at it together!”