Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!

Chapter 316: The battlefield

Once Vincent, Xarion, and Vangar finished their match today, Rory was going to sit them down properly and establish some rules once and for all.

Twenty minutes later, the warship rose smoothly above the estate, transforming into a streak of silver light before vanishing into the distant sky.

Inside the ship, Vincent, Xarion, and Vangar sat quietly in the resting area, all with their eyes closed as they adjusted themselves into peak condition.

None of them spoke.

Their destination this time lay beyond the outer reaches of the Central District’s star system—a special place suspended within the vacuum of space itself.

The Divine Fallen Battlefield.

Legend claimed that in ancient times, a Beast God had perished there. Fragments of the god’s divine core fused together with the shattered remains of a dying planet, forming this bizarre and unstable realm.

Later, generation after generation of supreme experts reinforced and reconstructed the area until it eventually became the highest-level combat arena in the interstellar world.

Within this battlefield, any beastman below Rank Fifteen could unleash their full power freely, without causing even the slightest damage to the outside universe.

The warship passed through an invisible membrane of energy and came to a steady halt at the designated void docking point.

The moment Rory stepped out onto the floating observation platform, she was instantly overwhelmed by the sight before her.

There was no true sense of up, down, left, or right here. Only an endless cosmos drenched in starlight and swirling nebulae stretched infinitely into darkness.

At the very center before her floated an unimaginably massive, shattered continent. Its surface resembled a desolate painting from the end of the world.

Endless crimson wastelands stretched beyond the horizon, while enormous canyon-like fissures carved the continent into fragmented pieces.

At the continent’s center stood several colossal pillars piercing into the void itself. They resembled ancient petrified divine trees—or perhaps the broken bones of some long-dead primordial beast.

Massive metallic chains wrapped around them, long since dulled with age.

And yet... An indescribable pressure lingered in the air.

"So this is the Divine Fallen Battlefield..."

Rory stared at the scene before her, unable to hide the awe in her voice.

"Yes." Standing beside her, Yuel gazed toward the battlefield with deep blue eyes tinged with reverence.

"This place has witnessed the rise of countless powerful beings. Every inch of this land has been stained with the blood of supreme experts. It is the most sacred dueling ground in the entire interstellar world."

Behind them, Vincent, Xarion, and Vangar stepped forward.

The expressions on all three men were sharp and solemn, their gazes fixed upon the vast battlefield like unsheathed blades, burning with fierce battle intent.

"Rory, wait for us here."

Vincent turned back and gave her a calm, confident smile.

Xarion looked at Rory deeply before speaking in a firm voice that carried absolute certainty.

"Female Master, I will win."

Vangar stepped closer, his tall frame enveloping Rory completely as he pulled her into a brief but powerful embrace. Warm breath brushed lightly past her ear.

"Female Master... wait for me."

Then he released her, turned sharply, and stood shoulder to shoulder beside Vincent and Xarion before all three shot toward the battlefield like arrows released from a bow.

Three figures tore across the silent void.

Then,

"SKREEEE—!"

A firebird cry powerful enough to pierce the heavens exploded across the battlefield.

Midair, Vincent’s body instantly transformed into a gigantic firebird.

His entire body blazed with divine golden-red flames. Every feather looked as though it had been forged from crystallized fire itself, while his magnificent tail feathers dragged behind him in dazzling streams of light.

Wherever he passed, even space itself distorted beneath unbearable heat.

The terrifying aura of peak Rank Eleven erupted skyward with overwhelming pride and nobility, causing the temperature of the entire battlefield to rise dramatically.

Almost at the exact same moment,

"Awooooo—!"

A cold, lonely wolf howl echoed across the battlefield like the roar of glaciers from the frozen north.

Xarion’s figure became engulfed in endless frost-white mist as a gigantic snow wolf materialized violently into existence.

His body was pure white without a single blemish, his streamlined muscles packed with explosive strength.

Terrifying cold spread outward from him in every direction. Frost rapidly covered the crimson earth beneath his paws, forming thick layers of ice in stark contrast to Vincent’s scorching flames.

It was also peak Rank Eleven pressure, yet unlike Vincent’s blazing dominance, Xarion’s aura carried the merciless absolute cold capable of freezing all things.

And just as those two completely opposing forces collided, a far more terrifying pressure descended.

Overbearing. Dominating. As though a supreme ruler had arrived.

Blinding white light exploded from Vangar’s body as a colossal white tiger appeared atop the shattered battlefield.

He was even larger than Xarion’s giant snow wolf by several sizes.

Dark golden divine markings covered his body, while the "King" sigil on his forehead burned like living fire.

The moment Rank Twelve pressure erupted, it crashed downward like an entire mountain range collapsing from the heavens, instantly suppressing both Vincent and Xarion’s auras beneath it.

If Vincent was the sovereign of the skies... And Xarion the tyrant of the frozen wastelands...

Then at this moment... Vangar was the one and only ruler of heaven and earth itself.

And the battle was about to begin.

On the battlefield, the tension had reached its absolute peak.

Faced with Vangar’s overwhelming Rank Twelve pressure—so powerful it felt almost tangible—Vincent and Xarion exchanged a single glance before attacking simultaneously.

Vincent’s enormous wings beat violently through the air.

Countless masses of golden-red divine fire erupted across the sky, transforming into blazing meteors that screamed through space with destructive heat and piercing sonic booms as they rained down toward Vangar.

He held nothing back from the very beginning. This was a full-scale saturation attack.

Xarion moved immediately afterward.

The giant white wolf slammed his paws against the ground, and in an instant, frost spread across the battlefield for miles.

Gigantic jagged ice spikes burst upward from every direction like the bars of an enormous frozen prison, sealing off all possible escape routes around Vangar.

Each spike glowed with deep blue light cold enough to freeze even souls solid.

Ice and fire.

Two completely opposing ultimate forces intertwined perfectly at that moment, forming an inescapable net of destruction.

Every path of retreat was sealed.

From the observation platform, Rory watched with her heart lodged in her throat.

Faced with the overwhelming assault descending upon him, Vangar neither dodged nor retreated.

He didn’t even move a single step.

Instead, the gigantic white tiger lifted his head and unleashed a heaven-shaking roar.

A terrifying force exploded outward from his body instantly.

"BOOOOOOM—!!!"

The flaming meteors shattered the moment they touched that monstrous energy, bursting apart like fireworks cast into the sea before vanishing completely.

Not even a single spark managed to approach Vangar’s body.

At the same time, the towering ice spikes capable of freezing entire mountain ranges disintegrated piece by piece into countless fragments of frost.

With nothing more than a roar, Vangar effortlessly destroyed the combined attack of two peak Rank Eleven powerhouses.

This... Was the absolute suppression brought by rank difference.

Yet when Vincent and Xarion witnessed this overwhelming display of power, neither showed the slightest trace of fear. Instead, the battle intent blazing in their eyes intensified even further.

They attacked again without hesitation.

Vincent and Xarion transformed into streaks of fire and frost once more, assaulting Vangar from opposite sides in perfect coordination.

In an instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos.

Smoke and flames filled the skies.

The earth shattered.

Mountains collapsed.