Coruscant Destroyed Novels & Stories

"Scopulus seems to have joined the Ruin Order! It's a hostile organization that goes against Star Alliance. The last I heard of them was when it got destroyed! How did they get a Destroyer-class spaceship?" For the first time, Felix felt helpless. His martial arts and soul techniques were useless against a Destroyer-class spaceship. "Is there truly no other way?" he asked. Immediately, a staff member reported in a shocked voice, "This is bad. The opposing spaceship has activated its energy cannon. We will be destroyed in T-minus five minutes!" The energy cannon needed exactly five minutes to accumulate the energy. Once it had been completed, one shot could destroy any planets, not to mention

The capsule carried on upwards, vanishing into the relative safety of a dropship. "What's going on?" Draco barked. One of the nearby monitors panned sideways and I could scarcely believe the sight onscreen. The Legion was broken, toppled like a tree, with a smoking hole in its side. Both Project Killswitch and the energy shield generator were scrap metal, smashed under the heavy mech's bulk. "What?" Draco snarled, whipping around to face me. "Who did this?" I was about to reply when the back of the room exploded into fire and metal shards. As the smoke cleared I gaped at the massive shape that towered over me.

"And the scrapper doesn't take notes." The three-mile-wide tear in the Lagos sky didn't close; it detonated. A wave of red-gold "Grit-Fire" erupted from the center of the courtyard, a pillar of light that shot into the upper atmosphere, tearing the real-world satellite array of Vane-Global into a cloud of molten gold debris. Below us, the entire city of Lagos didn't return to the network—it Inverted. The Spires of New Eden and the mud-shacks of the Mainland fused into a single, terrifying cross-dimensional landscape of silver data-towers covered in rust and river salt.

The robot-father dissolved into liquid metal and merged with the sand. As the smoke cleared, the clone children collapsed like sand sculptures. Their existence had depended on that red diamond’s energy. The shore was now covered with countless silver particles. Lucas lay on the ground, bleeding. One of his wings was completely broken. I lifted his head onto my lap. “Lucas… are we finally free?” He smiled, but there was sadness in it. He pointed at the sky. The purple hue remained. In the distance, a massive black hole was forming, pulling Earth toward it.

The Lagos night sky was a fractured canvas of fire and falling debris. The alien fleet’s remnants burned as they plummeted, massive obsidian hulls breaking apart in silent, beautiful explosions that lit the lagoon like dying stars. Rebel fighters cheered from the broken bridge, voices raw with exhaustion and triumph. The hybrid swarm had collapsed with the Ruler’s death, bodies twitching and dissolving into blue dust as the controlling signal finally died. But victory tasted like ash.

Then, they heard two loud sounds. Boom! Bang! This figure crashed into the Dallarosa’s Milky Way Battleship, catching everyone off guard. The huge impact destroyed the Milky Way Battleship immediately. Meanwhile, the Dallarosa family members on the ship had no idea what was happening before they were turned into dust, disappearing into the air. Then, everyone saw a figure stopping where the Milky Way Battleship was. This person was disheveled, and there was blood on the corner of his lips. It was Grandmaster Kruz Dallarosa.

At the same time, she pinched his lower back, nearly drawing blood, to vent her anger. James, however, did not respond. Just then, Truett and the others, driven by grief and anger, finally broke through the Tirta Grand Formation with a loud crash and rushed in. As the black-and-white light of the Celestial Sages' self-destruction gradually faded, Skynet’s entire headquarters lay in ruins, with broken walls and floating corpses stretching for hundreds of thousands of light-years. It was a scene of utter devastation. Truett and Xitlaly were stunned by the sight. The war kings and the fake James, who broke in with them, were equally shocked.

Ava tried to call out, but the universe moved too fast. The First Hunger blinked. The wall of starlight didn't just vanish this time. The space where Elias’s vanguard had been simply ceased to have ever contained matter. The ships, the millions of lives, the weapons of cosmic destruction—they were rewritten into nothingness. Elias staggered backward, a sudden, violent spray of silver blood coughing from his lips as the feedback of his destroyed empire shattered his connection to the reality grid.

I'm really happy that you're defending me, Estie. The sound of glass shattering broke through the moment. Tristan had crushed his wine glass, and blood was dripping from his hand. "I'm hurt, Esther." "You should go to the hospital," I replied coldly. "Come with me." He looked at me with pleading eyes. "You hurt your hand, not your legs. You can walk. All I can do is call an ambulance for you." Upon hearing that, he forced a bitter smile. "You really don't love me anymore. If you're willing to turn around, we can get married right away. Give me one more chance, Esther.

Raising my axe high, my red aura blasted across the battlefield, and everyone went still under its power. “EUGENIUS AND NIKOS ARE DEAD! THIS REBELLION IS OVER! ALL THOSE STILL LEFT STANDING SURRENDER NOW AND ONLY FACE LIFE IN THE UNDERWORLD! THOSE WHO DO NOT SURRENDER WILL MEET LORD HADES AS THEY PASS ON TO THE SPIRIT WORLD!" I declared. My soldiers readied themselves to keep fighting as needed. But across the battlefield, weapons were being dropped, and hands were being raised. I nodded and put my axe in its holder on my back.