"No. The Orion Plan has not yet been fully deployed. As for the megaton-class Imperial Weapons, we have only deployed three and a half so far!"
"Imperial Weapons are the ultimate result of our race's ten-thousand-year research. They are the foundation of our race, forged specifically to attack the outside world. How can we use them against a single person?"
The Orion Plan.
The most cutting-edge ultimate weapon of Magitech Civilization, a technological creation that did not belong to this era.
The long-range strike weapon known as the Imperial Weapon was megaton-class, yet its destructive power far exceeded the limits of nuclear bombs of the same grade. A single strike could tear apart continental plates.
It had been designed specifically to exterminate top-tier cultivators. After ten thousand years of development by Magitech Civilization, it could instantly pierce rock strata stretching a thousand miles deep, ignoring all energy defenses and spatial barriers. Even an Ancestor Realm expert would be instantly killed if struck head-on.
Its speed surpassed the ultimate limit of every cultivator's escape speed in the Kunlun Realm. No interception method currently available could stop it.
It was Magitech Civilization's trump card, kept hidden to the very end.
"But what we want is a one-hundred-percent kill!"
The phantom who had spoken snapped back sharply.
"Only by completing the multi-beam network can we completely seal off all his escape routes!"
"That means that of the three existing Imperial Weapons, at least two must be launched first!"
One of the phantoms looked grave.
"Once they detonate in the Seventh Special Zone, the army we have deployed there will also be caught in the blast. The losses will be devastating."
"Losses?"
The leading phantom abruptly turned his head, madness bursting from his eyes.
"Compared to our race's ten-thousand-year grand plan, what do these