The Garrison Mission
The White Emperor looked at Chen Fan, his eyes, which seemed to reflect the birth and death of the universe, a mixture of fighting spirit and tranquility.
"Now that you have consolidated your cultivation, it is time for you to know the responsibilities of Human Race Martial God."
Before he finished speaking, the White Emperor raised his hand and gently swept it across the Void atop the Sacred Temple.
In an instant, a vast Federation Star Map slowly unfolded before the two, with countless galaxies flowing like dust. Then, several enormous, scarlet regions were illuminated by an invisible force, radiating a chilling malice.
"The war of the Martial Gods is a war where a single move can have far-reaching consequences. The slaughter of any Martial God will trigger retaliation from the opposing supreme being, at which point the war will have no limits, and billions of lives will be reduced to mere pawns."
The White Emperor's voice was calm, yet it contained an unquestionable ironclad rule.
"Therefore, there has been an unwritten rule since ancient times. Each Martial God guards a Star Domain, forming a terrifying balance with the supreme beings of the opposing races. Our very existence is the greatest deterrent to our enemies."
He pointed to a scarlet area, his tone heavy.
"Before your advancement, the number of Human Race Martial Gods was extremely limited, and several predecessors had to take on multiple roles, constantly teetering on the brink of destruction. Your appearance has finally given Human Race a chance to breathe, a chance to maintain its tense defenses that have been stretched for millennia."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan felt an even deeper respect for those Human Race elders he had never met.
He paused for a moment, then asked.
"How is the battle progressing in the Blood Tide of the Three Races Alliance?"
"You've wiped out the vanguard, making them understand the weight of the newly ascended Martial God. Now, the all-out attack has turned into a fierce and protracted war of attrition."
White Emperor spoke, his gaze suddenly sharpened like a sword, pointing to a region on the Star Map that was constantly writhing and exuding an aura of endless greed and destruction.
Chen Fan was extremely familiar with that area.
"Your place of duty has arrived," the White Emperor's voice rang out. "Go and face your old adversaries, the Void Insect Race."
"The supreme being of the Insect Race is called the Void Mother Nest, and like you and me, it belongs to the Lesser Martial Gods."
The White Emperor issued a solemn warning.
"But remember this: He has existed for countless ages, his methods are unpredictable, and his Insect Tide are endless, immortal and indestructible. Never underestimate him just because you are of the same level."
"Void Insect Race..."
Chen Fan pondered these four words, a fierce killing intent, almost tangible, suddenly ignited deep within his usually calm and composed eyes.
All the old and new grudges surged into his heart at this moment.
Without the slightest hesitation, he bowed deeply to the White Emperor and asked a question that made the atmosphere in the Sacred Temple pause.
"Senior."
"May I take the initiative?"
Upon hearing this, even someone as composed as the White Emperor was slightly taken aback.
Guard the position, not attack. This is the first lesson for all newly ascended Martial Gods throughout history, an ironclad rule etched into their very bones.
But this young man in front of me wanted to completely overturn these rules on the very first day.
The White Emperor stared at the undisguised killing intent in Chen Fan's eyes and remained silent for a full three breaths.
Then, a knowing smile slowly appeared on his perpetually unchanging face.
"If you are absolutely certain that you can leave Him completely in the Void, then go."
"If not, then you'd better stay on the border and guard it properly, don't let it cross the line."
The implication was that he had agreed!
The last trace of concern in Chen Fan's heart completely disappeared.
"Disciple understands."
He bowed deeply again, his words brimming with absolute confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat up abruptly, without saying another word.
Take a step forward.
His figure transformed into a dazzling Stream of Light that tore through the space of the Sacred Temple, ignoring the distance of time and space, and disappeared straight into the end of the universe.
Their target is the territory of the Void Insect Race!
Looking in the direction where Chen Fan disappeared, White Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, the smile on his face slowly fading, replaced by a deep, unfathomable expectation.
He murmured to himself, his voice fading into the gentle breeze of the Sacred Temple's laws.
"The chessboard of Human Race has been silent for far too long..."
"Chen Fan, I'll let you make the first move to break this deadlock."
The border between the Void Insect Race territory and the Human Federation.
The Great Wall of Steel, constructed from 3,700 War Fortress and 99 Stars fortresses, has stood silently in the desolate universe for countless years.
Each armor plate is etched with the blood and fire of millennia between the Human Race and the Insect Race.
The headquarters of the defense line, the core of War Fortress the size of the moon and stars.
Several elderly men, their auras deep and unfathomable, dressed in the uniforms of Federation Marshal, were gathered around a huge three-dimensional Star Map, their expressions solemn.
Each of them is Ninth Tier Immortal Realm expert who has suppressed a Star Gate and survived countless battles.
"Although the Blood Tide offensive was temporarily repelled by the newly Martial God, the Insect Race's troop mobilization speed is faster than ever before."
"Their movements were haphazard, yet... they targeted all our weak points, as if some higher- Dimensions will was orchestrating them from behind the scenes."
"It's the Mother Nest; she's awakening more and more frequently."
The atmosphere was oppressive, like ancient, frozen ice.
Just then, a figure appeared silently in the center of the Command Center without any warning.
There were no spatial fluctuations, no ripples of laws; it was as if he had been standing there since the beginning of the universe.
The pupils of Ninth Tier experts in the room suddenly contracted!
However, before they could react, the young figure had already turned around, his gaze piercing through the thick Alloy porthole and looking into the boundless Void beyond the fortress.
He slowly raised his right hand.
He gently pressed the largest War Fortress in the center of the defensive line, which also served as the headquarters.
It was this one press.
At the Tianyuan Defense Line, countless soldiers, whether on patrolling warships or in the fortress barracks, witnessed at the same moment a miracle they would never forget.
Endless radiance of creation and the Dao Rhythm death rose from the summit of that massive, moon-and-star-like fortress.
Light and darkness intertwine, Life and Death cycle, and under everyone's gaze, with an unimaginable power, a magnificent Sacred Temple radiating immortal divinity is constructed out of thin air!
The Sacred Temple is ancient and majestic, as if it were not a creation of the Universe Origin.
Thump!
The moment the Sacred Temple took shape, a bell ringing with supreme laws resounded throughout the entire Star Domain.
The resounding bells, like a divine blessing, gently swept over the Divine Souls of every soldier.
An old soldier, who had just finished a bloody battle and was using cheap alcohol to numb the pain of his severed arm, suddenly froze. He stared blankly at his empty arm, where flesh and blood were rapidly growing back in a bright green glow.
A female Martial Artist, Origin Source Divine Soul was riddled with cracks due to years of intense combat and who was about to retire, felt a warm current flow through her Sea of Consciousness. All her hidden injuries and fatigue were completely soothed in an instant, and her Divine Soul was perfected, even showing improvement!
An endless fighting spirit and hope erupted from the deepest part of every soldier's heart like a volcano!