On the Offensive
The order was relayed, and the entire fortress trembled.
The Divine Source Rest Area is a place that only the Heaven-Slaying Martial God and his personal guards are qualified to use.
Now, he gave it up without hesitation.
This respect speaks louder than a thousand words.
After settling the troops, the Heaven-Slaying Martial God couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed Chen Fan's wrist, took a step forward, and the Spatial Law twisted beneath his feet. In an instant, the two of them descended into his Heaven-Slaying Sacred Temple, which seemed to be forged from the core of a burning Star.
Inside the Sacred Temple, there was no luxurious decoration whatsoever. The walls were covered with all sorts of ferocious Alien Races heads and broken Natal Divine Artifacts. The intense, unyielding fighting spirit was almost tangible.
The Heaven-Slaying Martial God, with an imposing air, sat down on a throne made of a gigantic skeleton, and casually flipped it over, taking out a huge wine jar that was still burning with flames.
"Bang!"
He slammed the wine jar heavily on the table and filled a giant bowl made of star core for Chen Fan.
"Kid, don't try to fool me!"
The Heaven-Slaying Martial God stared intently at Chen Fan, his eyes gleaming.
"Tell me your detailed plan! How exactly do you intend to cripple them? Those two aren't like the Mother Nest, a fixed target!"
Chen Fan picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The fiery, magma-like liquor slid down his throat, burning his internal organs, yet it made his calm, still eyes even clearer.
"One month."
Chen Fan put down his wine bowl and calmly extended one finger.
"Give the entire army a month to prepare for battle. Firstly, to allow my troops to adapt to the environment here, corrupted by blood energy and psionic power. Secondly, to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, making them believe this is just a routine reinforcement and troop rotation, thus lowering their guard."
"Good lad, that's cunning!"
The Heaven-Slaying Martial God slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
Although he was reckless, he wasn't stupid, and he instantly understood Chen Fan's intention.
He took a big gulp of wine, and his expression became serious.
"Those two old geezers are really hard to deal with."
"The Ancestral Progenitor of the Blood Clan, the Blood Ancestor, was originally a boundless sea of blood, cunning and treacherous. His Blood Sea Divine Ability could corrupt Ten Thousand Dao and corrode the Divine Soul; anyone below the Martial God who touched him would die instantly, making him extremely difficult to deal with."
"The other one, the ruler of the Space Ghosts, the Soul Master, is formless and shapeless, most skilled in Dimensions travel and soul attacks. He's like an unkillable shadow, impossible to defend against. I've been fighting them both for tens of thousands of years, and neither of us can do anything to the other. It's incredibly frustrating!"
After hearing the introduction, a faint smile appeared on Chen Fan's lips.
The Law of Impurity?
Soul attack?
For Chen An, there was no difficulty at all.
One month later,
Chen Fan's voice was calm.
"Senior, all you need to do is lead the main fleet of the defensive line and launch a frontal assault on their combined defenses, adopting a posture of fighting to the death, the bigger the commotion, the better."
He looked at the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, his eyes flashing with a chillingly confident light.
"Leave those two to me."
"I will show them what true fear is."
The battle plan spread like wildfire throughout the entire Heaven-Slaying Defense Line.
The fierce and powerful army from Tianyuan, together with the Heaven-Slaying Defense Line, began joint exercises with unprecedented efficiency.
Chen Fan personally imprinted the Life-and-Death Dao Mark on every main warship of the Heaven-Slaying Defense Line, causing their firepower to increase several times over. The Heaven-Slaying Martial God emptied his treasury, taking out all the war resources accumulated over tens of thousands of years to equip the soldiers of Tianyuan with the most advanced equipment.
Two completely different tactical styles merged and blended during the process of adaptation, and the entire defensive line became a high-speed war machine. The murderous aura that had been suppressed for thousands of years and the high fighting spirit ignited by victory intertwined and rose, transforming into a terrifying war cloud that could make even the Martial God take notice.
One month later.
The appointed time has arrived.
In the desolate, crimson Star Domain, tens of millions of enhanced and modified warships form a steel array that stretches across the cosmos, hovering silently.
The muzzle of each main cannon gleamed with a destructive light powerful enough to tear Dimensions apart.
At the head of the flagship, Chen Fan stood side by side with the Heaven-Slaying Martial God.
The two gazed at the deep, boundless enemy territory, which exuded an ominous aura.
Chen Fan raised his hand, his voice calm and indifferent, yet it resonated clearly in the minds of every soldier through his Divine Thought.
"Attack!"
There were no superfluous slogans, no pre-battle mobilization.
Just these two simple words.
The next moment.
The utterly silent universe was utterly torn apart!
Buzz!!
Billions of engines roared simultaneously, and destructive energy beams converged into a primordial torrent that pierced through the Star Sea, surging fiercely towards the territory that the Blood Clan and Space Ghosts had held for countless epochs!
Where the steel torrent passed, Stars collapsed and space shattered!
The Milky Way roars, space wailes.
The first line of defense, constructed from countless Stars fortresses and the billions of Alien Races stationed upon it, evaporated silently, like snow under the scorching sun, the moment it came into contact with the torrent, turning into the most insignificant dust in the universe.
Following the steel torrent came tens of millions of Human Race warships, branded with the Life-and-Death Dao Mark. They formed a silent and ruthless array, crushing the wreckage of the defenses and continuing their advance into the depths of that territory shrouded in blood and shadow.
And it was at this moment.
Deep within the territory, a seemingly boundless sea of crimson blood, where every drop of liquid is the essence of living beings, surges violently.
Meanwhile, in another Absolute Darkness that could swallow even light, a shadowy figure, indescribable in words and seemingly distorting the concepts of time and space, slowly opened its eyes.
Two supreme wills, surpassing the Ninth Tier limit and filled with decay and bloodshed, descended upon the battlefield like two invisible divine Divine Mountains.
Buzz!
The once-powerful roar of artillery fire was strangely weakened by a third under the suppression of these two wills, as if even the transmission of energy had been forcibly interfered with.
Above the sea of blood, endless blood surged into the sky, coalescing into a crimson giant with a starry sky above its head and the Void beneath its feet.
In the crevices of every Dimensions of the battlefield, that indescribable shadow was omnipresent, each flicker taking away a piece of light and heat from the space.
Blood Ancestor.
Soul Master.
Two genuine Lesser Martial Gods have descended in their true forms!
Their gazes instantly pierced through the layers of the fleet, precisely locking onto the domineering figure standing at the front of the formation, burning with crimson flames like an undying Star.
A sharp and mocking mental fluctuation resounded first in the minds of all the experts above the Ninth Tier.
"Heaven-Slaying, you brute who only knows how to use brute force, how dare you venture so far alone into this place? Are you tired of living?"
The crimson giant, transformed from the Blood Ancestor, also let out a roar like the simultaneous wails of countless wronged souls, "Perfect! My Blood Sea hasn't tasted the Origin Source of Martial God in a long time."