Flesh and Blood Are Weak

The information flooding my mind wasn't complicated; it was more like a concise yet impactful "instruction manual."

[Fearless War God (Number: T-714)]

[Type: Mechanical God Body (Eternal Divine level)]

[Status: The divine body and Divine Kingdom have been modified, the intelligent core has been formatted, and the soul is awaiting binding]

[Core Feature: After adaptation and binding, it can bear the controller's understanding of the laws and output the basic combat power of Eternal Divine level]

[Minimum requirement for binding: Complete mastery of at least one rule]

[Current energy reserves: 97.3% (Powered by the core of the Divine Kingdom)]

[Note: The highest-ranking combat unit in the Machine Race's "Fearless" series]

A divine body of Eternal Divine level?!

Lin Yi's hand, holding the metal figurine, trembled slightly.

Directly possessing a mechanical divine body capable of unleashing god-level combat power?

Are you kidding me!

If this thing exists, how come he's never heard of it before?

In the Human Race's treasury of honors, the highest-level puppet he had ever seen was only at the peak of the Star Domain level.

While there are treasures that can enable the weak to unleash god-level or even higher power, they are clearly not the same as this continuously usable god-level combat power carrier!

"Xuanji!" Lin Yi immediately shouted in his mind, "Instantly search for all relevant information on the ' Fearless Series ' and ' Fearless War God '!"

"Yes, Master!"

Two seconds later, Xuanji reported to the guide:

"Query complete. The ' Fearless Series ' is an auxiliary combat technology officially announced and made available for exchange to allies of the Pan-Spirit Alliance by the Machine Race in the 171st standard year following the outbreak of the All-Out War in the Universe."

This series is mainly divided into three levels:

I. Fearless Warrior (Star Domain level). Created from the remains of Machine Race warriors whose natural lifespan has ended and whose intelligent core (i. e., the Soul Origin) has dissipated. Primarily used to temporarily restore the combat capabilities of severely wounded Star Domain level personnel.

II. Fearless Warlord (World Derivation level). Modified from the remains of World Derivation level Machine Race unit whose lifespan has ended. Suitable for World Derivation level powerhouses who have been severely injured or Internal World has been damaged to restore their combat capabilities.

III. Fearless War God (Eternal Divine level). Extremely rare. Public information indicates that it originated from an Eternal Divinity Machine Race the Machine Race who was sentenced to death for a serious crime. Its intelligent core was erased, but its Divine Kingdom and body were preserved and it was modified. Only those with a divine-level understanding of laws can fully control it.

After listening, Lin Yi's mind raced.

Such a high-level technology was announced 171 years after the outbreak of the war?

You're kidding me!

Without long-term technological accumulation and material reserves, how could a mature Tier 3 product be launched immediately upon announcement?

The remains of those Machine Race who have reached the end of their natural lifespan were probably consciously sealed away during peacetime.

As for the Eternal Divinity who "commits a grave crime" that the Fearless War God needs, the situation is probably even more complicated.

This is clearly technology that the Machine Race had already mastered, but only brought out because of the outbreak of all-out war.

The reason it was delayed until 171 years after the outbreak of war was probably due to a series of exchanges and negotiations with the Spirit Race.

"The Overlord actually gave me this." Lin Yi looked at the seemingly inconspicuous metal figure in his hand, his heart pounding faster.

The value of this item cannot be measured by conventional standards.

This is genuine god-level combat power!

Although the product was good, Lin Yi felt he might not be able to handle it well.

Therefore, he immediately initiated a communication request to Xuan Yan through the battlefield system he had just connected to.

The request was answered almost instantly.

A virtual projection of the Xuan Yan appeared in the cultivation room.

Upon seeing Lin Yi, he asked directly, "What is it?"

"Your Majesty," Lin Yi showed the metal figurine in his hand to Xuan Yan, "This is the reward bestowed by Qing Yan."

Xuan Yan's gaze swept over the metal figure, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"The Fearless War God?" Xuan Yan asked in surprise, "The Qing Yan actually gave you this?"

"Yes." Lin Yi nodded. "I just checked the information, and this thing seems to be quite rare?"

"Rare?" Xuan Yan shook his head, a smile appearing on his face. "Rare is more than just rare. The total number of Fearless War God Machine Race offered to the Alliance was only so many. Each Venerable Lord Rank individual was only allocated an initial exchange quota of three."

He looked at Lin Yi, his gaze profound. "Over the years, the three corpses I possessed have long been given to several old comrades under my command who, due to repeated resurrections, caused the collapse of the Divine Kingdom and temporarily rendered them incapable of fighting."

"Now, let alone Eternal Divinity, even an ordinary lord has to wait in line to apply for one."

"It seems," Xuan Yan paused, "That the Overlord is quite satisfied with you. This thing, right now, is probably only in the Overlord's possession."

Lin Yi was somewhat puzzled. "But I only spoke a few words with the Overlord."

He really didn't think there was anything about that abridged version of his experience that made him "very satisfied."

Xuan Yan laughed, "Perhaps it's because this year's Genius Battle was overseen by Qing Yan. Originally, the Ruler thought he had already suffered a loss, but unexpectedly, you were able to bring people out and even turn the tide, so the Ruler is satisfied. Of course, it could also be for some other reason."

"At the level of the Sovereign, their actions are beyond our comprehension. Since it was bestowed upon you by the Sovereign, use it with peace of mind."

The Xuan Yan suppressed his smile and said seriously, "You can bind a clone to this thing with your soul and control it. As long as your understanding of the laws reaches the threshold, this is obviously not a problem for you. You can use it to directly unleash the combat power of Eternal Divine level."

"Of course, because this thing has been modified for universal compatibility, it can only be a divine power provider in principle. So, for now, the only thing the Fearless War God can do in your hands is the Law of Time. Compared to those veteran gods who have honed their skills in the Eternal Realm for countless Epoch, there is still a huge gap in terms of the use of secret techniques, combat experience, and Divine Kingdom enhancement. Therefore, it can only be considered the weakest among the Eternal Divinity, only slightly stronger than those newly promoted gods."

At this point, Xuan Yan pondered for a moment before continuing, "Well, you are still considered a god-level combatant after all. In that case, the previous assessment and reporting of your combat strength will need to be adjusted."

"Here's what you'll do: think it over. Do you plan to join a god's team, or choose to go solo for now? The Abyss Race and the Devouring Race just suffered a major defeat and shouldn't launch a large-scale attack anytime soon. This is a good time for you to adapt and make your choice."

"Think it over first. Once you've made up your mind, tell me your decision." After saying Xuan Yan, the virtual projection began to dissipate.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Yi nodded in agreement.

Communication lost.

The meditation room fell silent again.

Lin Yi looked at the dark gold metal figure lying quietly in his palm, and a strong sense of curiosity welled up in his heart.

What does it feel like to directly command a god-level combat power?

He was eager to complete the soul binding now, activate this "Fearless War God," and see just how powerful it was.

I even considered finding a place to try it out.

But Lin Yi took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the impulse.

"Master," Xuanji's voice rang out at the opportune moment, "As you instructed, the initial integration of priority information has been completed. A summary of important events and a list of key figures' current statuses have been generated."

Lin Yi put the metal figurine back into the jade box and carefully placed it into his storage space.

"Pull it out."

Xuanji raised her hand and made a gesture, and a semi-transparent light blue screen unfolded in front of Lin Yi, displaying information categorized and clearly organized.

First, a briefing on the latest battle situation.

Lin Yi's gaze swept quickly across the contents, which were basically consistent with what Elizabeth had said before, only the data was more precise: the rate of loss of Human Race territory remained stable between 15.2% and 15.3%, the Two Realms Abyss War Zone was in a strategic stalemate, and both sides were mobilizing troops and repairing defenses, preparing for the next round of clashes.

In the star field where he was located, the battle for the exit of the secret realm had just ended. The Pan-Spirit Alliance had gained a temporary advantage thanks to Lin Yi's sudden appearance, but the enemy's main force was intact, and the pressure remained.

Lin Yi remained calm.

He had expected this information, so it wasn't surprising.

Then, the content on the light screen changed.

[Comprehensive Loss Report of the Silver Blue Civilization's Participating Forces]

[Key List of Fallen Personnel (Sorted by Time of Death and Rank)]

Lin Yi's gaze fell on the light screen, where lines of cold data and names began to scroll.

Nie Chang, Commander the Star Realm Army Silver Blue First Battle Group, led his troops in the defense of Fortress 83227 in the New Era 1912, ultimately detonating the core of the fortress and perishing together with the enemy. Confirmed dead.

Chen Yu, deputy Commander of the Silver Blue First Battle Group and commander of the assault brigade, died in the same battle at the same location.

Below is a series of names, some familiar and some unfamiliar: Zhang Zhen, Wang Lie, Liu Feng, Zhao Kun. Many of them were old brothers from the East Peak Mercenary Group, who later transferred to the Star Realm Army and became the backbone of the grassroots and middle levels.

They fell one after another in different years, different star systems, and different battles.

Further down are the casualty lists for the Silverblue Second, Third, and all the way up to the Sixteenth Battle Group.

Some battle groups have markings such as "reorganized 30 times" or "less than 5% of the current personnel are original members" after their unit designations.

Five thousand years.

To the outside world, to the vast universe, it is but a fleeting moment.

But for the Silver Blue Civilization, for every specific family and individual, this was a long period of blood and fire, a tragic epic of countless lives sacrificed one after another.

Lin Yi watched silently, his face expressionless, but deep within his dark eyes, it seemed as if a cold, shimmering river of stars flowed, and beneath the calm lay an indescribable heaviness.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"In a couple of days, I'll need to compile a more detailed list," Lin Yi muttered to himself, his voice clearly audible in the quiet training room. "First, revive Nie Chang, Chen Yu, and the first batch of key members who sacrificed their lives."

But this requires planning.

Who to revive and in what order requires careful planning. We have just returned to the Frontline and there are many things that need to be dealt with urgently, so this is not the best time.

Lin Yi closed the list of the dead and looked at the next item.

[Results of the search for the current status of sect members]

The content on the light screen is refreshed.

Master Xuchen: Currently in deep seclusion, current status unknown.

Senior Brother Prison Suppressor: Confirmed to be located in this fortress, with recent continuous combat records.

The second senior sister and several other senior brothers and sisters are active in various War Zone of the Pan-Spirit Alliance. Their recent combat status is recorded as "alive". Their specific locations and missions are partially hidden due to access restrictions.

Ninth Senior Brother, Cang Ming.

Lin Yi's gaze lingered on this line of information.

Status: Dead.

"Killed."

His Ninth Senior Brother, Cang Ming, took good care of him.

Unexpectedly, upon returning five thousand years later, he received news of his Ninth Senior Brother's death in battle.

Lin Yi's eyes instantly darkened, but he suppressed his anger for the time being and first sent a brief message to his Parents, younger brother and sister who were far away in the rear via the Virtual Network.

"I have returned safely from the secret realm, all is well, don't worry. The war is busy, we'll talk more later. Take care."

I received a reply almost instantly after sending the message.

The mother's voice was choked with sobs, the father's words were calm yet barely concealing his excitement, and the younger siblings' words and expressions were incoherent.

A mix of warmth and bittersweetness welled up in Lin Yi's heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

He gave a few brief words of comfort and reassurance, then ended the call.

Now is not the time to indulge in sentimentality.

Next, Lin Yi held a brief virtual meeting with Li Zhenguo, Zhou Donglai, and other senior executives of Silverblue via Xuanji.

The atmosphere at the meeting was both exciting and complex.

Everyone was overjoyed to see that Lin Yi had not only returned safely but also greatly increased in strength.

But then came a somber report about the sacrifices of the past years, the pressures civilization has endured, and the uncertainty about the future.

Lin Yi didn't offer many empty words of comfort, but listened quietly. Finally, he said in a deep voice, "I understand. The compensation for the fallen soldiers must be implemented properly. Silverblue's development will not stop here."

His words were brief, yet carried an undeniable power.

Li Zhenguo, Zhou Donglai, and the others readily agreed, knowing that Lin Yi would always keep his word once he made a promise.

The meeting ended quickly.

Lin Yi instructed Xuanji to process the messages that had been stuck for five thousand years in batches.

The replies were uniform and concise, "You have returned safely. Thank you for your concern. We will contact you later regarding further matters."

After doing all this, Lin Yi remained silent for a moment.

His gaze fell on another name in the contact list: Aurelia.

But in the end, Lin Yi looked away.

He looked at another name.

Senior Brother, Prison Suppressor.

"Xuanji, please contact my senior brother Prison Suppressor."

"Yes, Master. Initiating a communication request."

The communication was quickly established.

A virtual projection of the Prison Suppressor appeared in the training room.

"Senior Brother," Lin Yi nodded in greeting, "There are some things I'd like to ask you in person. Is now a convenient time for you, Senior Brother?"

"In person?" Prison Suppressor raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled and said, "Convenient, of course! Just come over. I'm in the Eternal Zone, Special Forces-S-7. I've already granted you access, so just come straight here."

"Okay, I'll be right there." Lin Yi stood up and said to Xuanji, "Mark the location and path to Senior Brother's cultivation room."

"Yes, Master," Xuanji's voice rang out, and at the same time, a pale blue guiding light appeared in Lin Yi's vision.

Following the path provided by Xuanji, Lin Yi left his cultivation room and quickly traversed the vast, maze-like interior of the fortress.

Warriors in various colored armor passed by frequently along the way, and when they saw Lin Yi, many people would subconsciously slow down and cast respectful glances at him.

The scene of Lin Yi driving the Star Origin Divine General to sweep away the enemy army in the battle at the exit of the secret realm has already spread throughout the fortress through the battlefield recording system, and he is now a veritable celebrity.

But Lin Yi ignored this and kept walking.

Soon, he arrived at a more heavily guarded area.

The passageway here is wider, and the wall material has been changed to some kind of dark alloy.

After verifying his identity and permissions, Lin Yi entered a private passage, at the end of which was a heavy silver metal door.

The door bears a simple sign: [Special War Zone - Prison Suppressor].

Lin Yi stepped forward, and the sensors on the side of the door automatically scanned and confirmed his permissions. The metal door then slid open silently to both sides.

Behind the door was a much more spacious and cluttered space than Lin Yi's room.

It's not messy or dirty, but rather full of signs of use.

One side of the room is a standard training platform, but in the air around the platform, seven or eight light screens of different sizes are suspended, displaying real-time battlefield data from different star regions, maps of enemy and friendly troop distribution, and mission briefing summaries.

On the other side was what looked like a temporary repair area, with several pieces of armor and weapon fragments that appeared to be badly damaged, and a faint smell of molten metal in the air.

Prison Suppressor stood next to the repair area, holding an irregularly shaped, dark gold metal plate in his hand. He was frowning and using the sharp golden light gathered at his fingertips to carve something on it.

He turned his head when he heard the door open.

Upon seeing Lin Yi, Prison Suppressor smiled, casually tossed the metal plate onto a pile of materials, and patted off imaginary dust from his hands.

"You're here? Pretty fast." Prison Suppressor walked over, his slightly worn dark gold armor making a slight metallic scraping sound with his movements.

"Senior Brother." Lin Yi walked in, and the metal door closed behind him.

Prison Suppressor scrutinized Lin Yi, as if trying to see through him inside and out.

A few seconds later, he nodded, his tone tinged with emotion, "It's good that you're back alive."

He walked to a metal table in the center of the room that looked fairly intact, pulled out two chairs, gestured for Lin Yi to sit down, and then plopped down opposite him.

"I actually saw you during the great battle." Prison Suppressor pointed to a floating battlefield replay screen next to him, which was frozen on the scene of the Star Origin Divine General annihilating hundreds of battle groups with a single sword strike. "Perfected in the Law of Time, tsk tsk, if the old man knew, he'd probably jump out of his seclusion with joy."

Lin Yi sat down opposite him and simply nodded upon hearing this.

He knew that his senior brother was straightforward and didn't like beating around the bush.

"Senior Brother, Ninth Senior Brother," Lin Yi cut straight to the point, his gaze fixed on Prison Suppressor, "How exactly did he get into trouble?"

The relaxed expression on Prison Suppressor's face vanished instantly.

He was silent for a few seconds, seemingly organizing his thoughts, or perhaps trying to calm himself down.

"Old Nine," Prison Suppressor spoke slowly, his voice lowering slightly, "His accident happened at the very beginning of the war, during the Kunmo Race's first long-planned surprise attack."

"At that time, Lao Jiu was ordered to guard the Tiered Battlefield in the Tian Shu-7 border star field. He was besieged and killed by six people from the Yan Jie realm. Because they had been planning for a long time, all the attacks happened at the same time. I received my second junior sister's distress signal first. By the time I dealt with it and rushed over, it was too late."

They were ambushed and surrounded; even the second senior sister was ambushed and killed.

Lin Yi's face remained expressionless, but a chilling coldness emanated from the depths of his eyes.

"I applied for some clan honors and requested the resurrection of Old Nine," Prison Suppressor continued, his tone tinged with helplessness. "But, Junior Brother, as you know, too many powerful figures perished in the early stages of the war. Especially during the first wave of attacks, we suffered heavy losses; not to mention those at the World Derivation level, even Venerable Lords fell."

Hmm? Apply?

Lin Yi was slightly taken aback. Clan honors could be applied for? Weren't they usually awarded for completing missions or distributed by higher-ups?

Prison Suppressor noticed the fleeting surprise in Lin Yi's eyes, but he didn't explain further, instead continuing:

"The resurrection ranking is based on a combination of factors, including the time of death, strength in life, contributions, and importance to the current battle situation. Old Ninth..."

He gave a wry smile. "His fall wasn't the earliest, and his strength wasn't top-tier among those at the World Derivation level. Although his achievements in life were solid, his resurrection application, while approved, was ranked very low."

"Those ahead of him are either those who perished earlier or those with greater strength, and even a few Eternal Divinity who sacrificed themselves in key battles. Given the current resurrection speed and priority, it will probably be a long time before Old Nine gets his turn, unless..."

"Unless there is higher authority to intervene, or a large amount of additional clan merit is invested to allow for a revival that cuts through the queue," Lin Yi replied calmly.

Those gods who lived and died, and died and came back to life, were all resurrected in this way.

Prison Suppressor glanced at Lin Yi and nodded. "That's the rule. But the clan merits I've earned on the battlefield over the years for 'sending someone to the countryside' have all been used to pay off debts, except for necessary expenses. Uh, in short, the surplus is very low, and what I've saved is far from enough for Lao Jiu to get 'sent to the countryside'."

Lin Yi remained silent.

He could understand his senior brother's situation and helplessness.

War is cruel; resources are always limited, and choices and priorities must be made.

However, upon learning that his Ninth Senior Brother had not died from an internal conspiracy, but rather from being outnumbered on the battlefield, and that there was still hope for his resurrection, Lin Yi's heavy killing intent subsided somewhat.

But that chill did not dissipate.

"Kunmo Race," Lin Yi repeated the name softly, engraving it in his heart.

"This score will be settled sooner or later." Prison Suppressor patted Lin Yi on the shoulder, a fierce glint in his eyes. "But for now, let's not talk about that. You just got back and caused such a commotion. What are your plans now? Xuan Yan should have made arrangements for you, right?"

"Hmm." Lin Yi nodded. "The Lord told me to consider it myself: whether to join the Divine Spirit Squad in battle or to go it alone for now."

"A divine squad? Oh, so the Lord has sent you to assess future targets during this war?" Prison Suppressor was taken aback, then chuckled, "But although you have perfected the laws of time and have unlimited potential, guaranteeing you'll be a future god, potential is potential, and strength is strength."

"Your current life level is only at the Star Vortex level. Even if you can rely on the laws of time and battle formations to unleash combat power far exceeding your current Eternal Divine level."

"To be honest, it's a bit early to start thinking about which squad to join in the future. With the current intensity of the war, it's hard to say which squads will still exist after you become a god."

Prison Suppressor spoke bluntly, but it was the truth.

However, as Lin Yi looked at Prison Suppressor, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Senior Brother, what if I told you that I currently possess an avatar capable of unleashing the combat power of Eternal Divine level?"

"What?" Prison Suppressor didn't react for a moment. "A clone? God-level combat power? You mean, that kind of treasure that can unleash a god-level attack?"

It's not surprising that Lin Yi possesses the powerful trump card Prison Suppressor; in fact, it would be strange if he didn't.

"No, it's regular combat power," Lin Yi corrected, then lowered his voice slightly, "The Qing Yan just summoned me and bestowed upon me a reward of a Fearless War God."

The expression on Prison Suppressor's face froze instantly.

He blinked, as if he hadn't heard him clearly. "What did you say? What did I give you?"

"The Fearless War God. A mechanical divine body of Eternal Divine level, created by the Machine Race."

Lin Yi smiled. "The Divine Kingdom is complete, and the intelligent core has been formatted. As long as I bind my soul to it, I can directly control it and unleash the basic combat power of Eternal Divinity."

"Therefore, I plan to have my clone abandon its physical body and instead use its Soul Origin to control this Fearless War God. In this way, it can be considered almost a half- Eternal Divinity of the Machine Race."