A brilliant, radiant starry sky; the sun rose, its light illuminating ten thousand worlds.
Tap!
Tap tap tap!
In another starry sky, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, chilling winds swept through, and countless demons danced in chaos.
One Flesh and Blood Puppet after another, mechanical cannons strapped to their backs, marched onto the battlefield in orderly steps. Their footfalls were precise to the extreme, inevitably fitting perfectly with the most minute formation patterns of the eighth-rank Flesh and Blood Furnace Heavenly Demon Grand Formation, advancing step by step toward the battlefield of light and destruction.
Individually, these Artifact Sect Flesh and Blood Puppets varied greatly. Every one of them was a painstakingly forged masterpiece, by no means some cheap puppet from standard mass production.
Some puppets took the form of mighty tigers, as large as mountains, with sharp claws, rotting skin, and gears that turned from time to time. Human palms emerged one after another from the tiger's spine, their fingers stretching out like threads to secure a mechanical cannon resembling dark-red blood vessels to the puppet tiger's back.
From time to time, the Mechanical Tiger panted faintly, spraying out a scalding liquid like dark-red magma.
Some puppets were half-human in form, composed of countless masses of flesh and gears. Their upper bodies resembled the Green-faced Scholar, carrying bamboo-shaped mechanical cannons like book baskets on their backs, while their lower bodies consisted of countless tentacles that writhed and crawled, savage and terrifying.
Some puppets were Flesh and Blood Mechanical Birds flying through the sky. Some were Half-human Half-centipede Flesh and Blood Puppets that tunneled underground. Some were Invisible Mechanical Puppets, as tiny as motes of dust, killing without leaving a trace...
All kinds of puppets were present—those that flew through the heavens, those that burrowed through the earth, those as