The Battle of Weapon Valley ended hastily after tens of thousands of members of the Divine Weapon Clan entered the arena.
But the God King proved the feasibility of the new command system through this battle.
The next step is to test the limits of this system at this stage and continue to refine this newly unsheathed sword of consciousness command.
That evening, 20,000 battle group members, who had been eagerly anticipating their battle, poured into the Valley of Weapons through a stable Teleportation Array.
The combined arms force's size surged to 30,000.
When the 30,000 top players regrouped in the Valley of Weapons, the released Qi and Blood transformed into a tangible wave, creating a howling wind in the valley.
The God King hovered above the battle formation, looking down at the well-ordered army below.
Brain Overclocking, Lord, Eagle Head Demon —pre-battle states are all activated.
His consciousness entered a state of near-divine tranquility. The entire Valley of Weapons transformed into a chessboard in his eyes, and his 30,000 brothers were chess pieces that he could manipulate at will, as well as 30,000 Li Jian that constituted his will to fight.
The Reflection Rule are activated at this moment, and the oppressive force follows immediately.
In an instant.
Where the thought leads, the battle begins.
His idea instantly transformed into the battle group's action plan.
After a simple, macro-level tactical intention was given, the 30,000 players below sprang into action.
The frontline tanks and melee fighters advanced rapidly, their steps perfectly synchronized, the ground trembling under their charge.
On both flanks, the assassin players, known for their speed, swept out to the sides and forwards in unison, like the wings of an eagle unfurled in battle.
The action was executed without the slightest hesitation, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.
Because his "thoughts" have already marked the optimal path for his brothers, they only need to follow their emotions and feelings.
Marksmen and magic-based players deployed in tiers behind the mid lane.
In the Reflection mode, he doesn't even need to assign targets; the Eagle Head Demon's panoramic Perception and understanding can be shared with the entire team through the Reflection.
This will allow them to instantly understand which specific area to target.
The only shortcoming of the Reflection Rule is that they can only provide the current understanding, but lack extension.
It can perfectly convey objectives, routes, and tactical intentions, but it lacks details on on-the-spot contingency beyond the instructions.
If unexpected variables arise on the battlefield beyond tactical orders, the emotions conveyed by the authoritative force will become the strongest calibrator for dealing with these variables.
Chapter members can be driven by their emotions to understand what the commander needs at this moment and how to deal with this unexpected situation.
For example, when members of the Artifact Clan suddenly and mysteriously retreat collectively during a fierce battle, abandoning their defensive lines and shrinking towards the vortex.
In the traditional command model, when faced with such unexpected changes, the team members can only make judgments based on their personal experience.
Is it a trap? Or a lure? Some brothers might instinctively give chase, while others might cautiously stop or adjust to a defensive stance.
The actions of the entire forward line will be somewhat inconsistent until he issues new instructions, at which point the battle group will be able to regain coordination.
However, the situation is completely different under the new " Reflection + pressure" command model.
If members of the Divine Artifact Clan suddenly retreated abnormally, he detected this anomaly using his Eagle Head Demon Perception. By Reflection the enemy's overall retreat, he updated the real-time situation and synchronized it with all his brothers in the battle group with almost zero delay.
They will all know what happened, including their brothers who are not on this front.
At the same time, based on his instantaneous battlefield observations, the "alertness" that arose in his mind could also be simultaneously instilled into the consciousness of every member of the battle group through the Deterrence System.
Therefore, the message packet received by the soldiers on the front lines was:
Fact: The enemy suddenly retreated en masse.
Command judgment tendency: It could be a trap.
The commander's current emotional state is driven by: vigilance, respite, and defense.
Next, the wounded warriors on the front lines will decisively halt their advance under the Guidance their emotions, the buffs that the support team is preparing to unleash will turn into defensive Light Shield, and the assassins' intention to infiltrate the front will naturally shift from "assassination" to reconnaissance and early warning.
They didn't need to wait for new specific instructions, because their emotions had already told their brothers what they needed at that moment and what kind of action they should take in the face of this variable.
In this mode, the members of the battle group and the commanders achieved a near-sympathetic resonance.
His judgment and emergency response will directly influence his on-the-spot decision-making.
In the first round of practical testing, he found that the entire battle group reacted incredibly quickly to unexpected changes, and their adjustments were completely consistent.
The imposing presence conveyed emotion, filling the gaps in Reflection detailed responses to complex battle situations.
This also allows his command to possess both macro-level efficiency and resilience in responding to emergencies.
He doesn't need to assign every single instruction, no matter how small.
It's like getting a new, high-performance device.
This sense of absolute control allows one to translate personal will into legion actions as naturally as breathing.
It gave him such intense pleasure that he trembled.
"Indeed, integration is the only way out."
As the battle group approached the spatial vortex, the sound of swords rang out.
The sound waves were so powerful that they caused metallic dust to fly through the air.
The next moment, tens of thousands of blood-red Liu Guang shot out from the vortex, rapidly intertwining and arranging themselves in the air, instantly transforming into a three-dimensional sword formation that covered a small portion of the sky above the Weapon Valley.
The sword formation hummed and spun, each evil sword exuding a chilling killing intent. The core of the sword formation shone brightly, and tens of thousands of sword energies, condensed to the extreme, poured down like a celestial river flowing backward, carrying a terrifying momentum that could tear everything apart, towards the advancing battle group below.
Even before the sword energy arrived, its sharp, chilling aura swept across the land.
But the God King merely raised his head slightly, gazing at the rain of death swords falling from the sky.
Under the Eagle Head Demon's Perception, the Berserk attack was quickly deconstructed into information streams such as energy intensity, coverage density, and trajectory.
The thought flashed through my mind in an instant.
The Perception line of sight locks onto the areas where the sword energy is most concentrated.
In the battle below, all the support players seemed to be pulled by the same "nerve," reacting almost simultaneously.
Light Shield instantly unfolded in the sky above the area he was looking at.
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, they are embedded in the sky, their edges connecting with each other.
In the blink of an eye, a continuous barrier of light was erected in the air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The torrent of sword energy crashed violently against the barrier of light, unleashing a series of deafening roars.
The light barrier trembled violently, its light flickering, yet it stood firm like the most resilient dam, stubbornly blocking this fierce impact.
His thoughts never faltered.
Seeing that some of the evil swords had broken away from the main formation and were attempting to flank and attack the relatively weaker flanks and rear of the battle group from the side and below.
The thought, once it took hold, struck the shadowy flank like an invisible baton.
The assassins, lurking like venomous snakes in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield, instantly activated their Extreme Speed abilities.
They had not received specific orders to intercept at the X coordinate, but driven by his thoughts, they charged like ghosts, precisely pouncing on the evil sword figure that was trying to flank them.
The cold glint of the dagger and the crimson sword energy released by the evil sword clashed in the air, unleashing a series of short collisions.
Almost simultaneously, the God King Perception that the energy fluctuations behind the light barrier that was directly under the attack of the sword energy were becoming strained, and the Light Shield was about to break. The artifact race's offensive against our back row output was also about to begin.
The thought shifted again, and a will to "stabilize, restrain, and share the pressure" was issued.
The Tanking Group soldiers, who had been steadily advancing at the forefront, all paused in unison.
They stopped advancing and released their Qi and Blood barriers, instantly forming a blood shield wall of condensed Qi and Blood and blood in front of them.
When the Light Shield Shatter, members of the artifact race launched a barrage of attacks towards the rear.
The Tanking Group and the warrior group simultaneously released the " Qi and Blood Pull" ability, and the Qi and Blood chains generated in their hands transformed into serpents that shot into the air, accurately wrapping around the scattered evil swords that broke through the light barrier and tried to take the opportunity to get close to the back row, imprisoning and dragging them tightly.
The entire response process, from the outbreak of the sword formation to the completion of multiple defenses, interceptions, and counterattacks, took only a dozen seconds.
Under his leadership, the 30,000 brothers in the battle group displayed an almost artistic level of teamwork efficiency.
Faced with the attack of the sword formation, the crisis was easily resolved through cooperation.
The God King hovered in the air, looking down at the Immovable Rock- solid below, restarting the counterattack, feeling the ultimate control that was as easy as using his own arm and moving at will.
An irrepressible smile curved his lips into a joyful arc.
This is the kind of war he wants.
The war continues.
The development model of the Artifact Race is somewhat similar to that of the Fate Race.
The tribespeople generally do not wait in their tribe's territory, but instead roam various regions of the Monster World, searching for suitable hosts.
Therefore, no powerful units appeared in this battle.
However, it was foreseeable that news of the attack on the tribe's territory would spread quickly.
In each subsequent battle, the number of members of the Divine Artifact Clan will increase.
However, they did not go all out either, as their allied forces were ready to step in at any time.
It is entirely possible to increase one's own strength as the intensity of the war escalates.
The only problem is that once the scale increases, his command mode will have to switch back to the traditional mode.
After all, the range of the pressure's radiation is limited, and before obtaining the rules of the divine artifact, it only applies to small groups.
Commanding 30,000 men was pretty much his limit.
Long-distance mobilization is also prohibited; once members of the battle group step outside the area of pressure, they will be unable to receive new commands.
The war continues.
The coordinated legion of 30,000 players advanced at high speed, changed formations, and cooperated in the complex and rugged valley terrain without any chaos throughout the entire process.
According to the scout feedback from the Eagle Head Demon, the advancing vanguard was able to easily crush any sneak attacks from the evil swords along the way.
During this process, his Brain Overclocking capabilities were also operating at full capacity, like a high-performance computer, processing the information from the Eagle Head Demon's Perception feedback in an instant.
A left-wing squad was ambushed by a sword formation. A thought crossed their mind, and another nearby squad received a "cover" order.
The fine-tuning instruction of "elimination" was synchronized with the emotions of "vigilance and cooperation," allowing for instant tactical support.
The right-wing assassin moves slightly faster and may be exposed too early.
With an intention to "slow down and remain concealed" and a mood of "stealth and patience" arriving, the entire right-wing advance speed instantly and uniformly slowed down.
To achieve a specific tactical effect, the 30,000 brothers will automatically fill in the details and execute the plan based on the shared battlefield panorama and emotional drive.
The oppressive feeling brought about by this command mode suddenly reminded the God King of something from long ago.
The scene from when he first commanded a large-scale war in the Monster World and faced the Black Tide Evil Spirits Army Control the Di Nian Bully.
At that time, he was still relying on traditional channel command and improvising throughout the process.
Apart from the Eagle Head Demon, there are no Monster Soul such as Lord, Brain Overclocking, or Reflection.
He believed that his command abilities would easily crush the Newbie Village boss.
Until the Di Nian Bully taught him a lesson he would never forget.
In that battle, the Black Tide's Evil Spirits attacks were like living beings with a unified will, unpredictable and ever-changing. Every time his battle group changed formation, the enemy could anticipate it.
His meticulously planned raids repeatedly struck the formidable Iron Wall of Disaster Type.
He thought his impregnable defenses could be easily torn apart from an unbelievable angle.
The feeling was like a clumsy marionette waving its arms and legs in vain before a master puppeteer.
All his intentions were seen through by the Di Nian Bully with command efficiency that he could not comprehend, and were easily neutralized, countered, and ultimately crushed.
In terms of the art of command, he was outmaneuvered by the Di Nian Bully.
It brings with it a strong sense of powerlessness and frustration.
This battle also deeply imprinted his desire for a higher level of command in his heart.
But at this moment.
The God King hovered above the Valley of Weapons, sensing the rhythmic battle of the 30,000-strong army below, feeling the absolute control that could trigger a tsunami-like coordinated response from the slightest thought of his.
He felt as if he had been transported to another world.
The sense of despair and oppression that the Di Nian Bully had inflicted on him back then.
Now, he is applying it to a new enemy.
For the Divine Artifact Clan, this battle was not against an army.
Rather, it is a war monster with a unified will and absolute coordination.
Every breath (formation adjustment), every claw swing (attack), and every step (overall advance) of this monster was perfectly coordinated and flawless.
Attacking any point will trigger a coordinated response from other warband nodes.
The God King's robes fluttered wildly in the gale.
At this moment, he was no longer a busy commander, but more like a chess master calmly placing a piece on the chessboard.
Each chess piece embodies his will, and every move carries the overwhelming power to crush the game.
Feeling no pressure, he decided to further increase the intensity of his command.
With a thought, a more complex tactical plan instantly took shape, and through " Reflection + pressure" covering the network, it was issued like an invisible military order.
The morale of the 30,000-strong army rose accordingly.
Its advance is sharp and unstoppable.
The sky above Qigu seemed to have been weighed down by this torrent of war forged from pure will and precise coordination.
In the eyes of the God King, the fate of the Divine Artifact Clan was already sealed.
This has nothing to do with the evil deeds of this race; they chose to cross space to come simply because they possess the advancement tools necessary for their own growth.
Three days later.
The number of members of the Divine Artifact Clan returning to their ancestral lands is increasing.
All guilds of the united front have officially joined the battle.
The command mode has also reverted to the traditional mode.
The God King felt as if he had been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.
It's like getting used to driving a neurally connected mecha and suddenly falling back into an old-fashioned tractor that requires manual gear shifting and foot-operated clutch.
The resulting stiffness almost caused him physical discomfort.
It's like your brain is working fast, but your body can't keep up; everything feels delayed.
It is truly difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
The war was progressing smoothly during this period, but the only thing that troubled the God King was where the Evil Sword had gone off to.
Why aren't you home yet?
The Abyss of Slumber.
An ancient, Dark Red longsword hovered above the skeletal metal Altar, its hilt gleaming with a blood-red light that flickered uncertainly, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Below, the burly host named "Tao" sat cross-legged, his muscles like those of a sleeping behemoth, undulating with explosive power.
Its body is covered with Dark Red patterns that share the same origin as the evil sword, indicating that it has already established a connection with the evil sword.
In recent days, information about the attack on the clan's territory has been continuously penetrating the core of the evil sword's consciousness through the artifact clan's Mental Network.
Heart.
Rage! Savagery! Murderous intent!
It longed to tear through space immediately, return to its ancestral land, slaughter those audacious invaders, extract their consciousness, and torment them in the sword pool.
But now, it is trapped.
While exploring an ancient ruin, a Spatial Lock was accidentally triggered, dragging it into a chaotic and isolated crevice.
The restrictions here were exceptionally stubborn; even it took several months to finally discover the pattern of the Spatial Lock and begin to dissolve it.
"Soon—almost there." The evil sword's consciousness roared in suppressed rage, and the blood-red light grew ever brighter.
Finally, click!
A sharp, shattering sound, like glass breaking, exploded deep within the forbidden space.
The Spatial Lock core that had troubled it for months was dissolved by its accumulated power and Shatter with a roar.
The Restraint are gone!
The "Tao" who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened its eyes, and its pupils reflected the same ferocious blood eyes as those on the hilt of the evil sword.
It let out a beastly roar, its rainbow-bound muscles instantly swelled, and a terrifying force exploded out a shockwave that blew away the bone fragments and metal debris around the Altar.
Under the Control the evil sword, Taotie suddenly grabbed to his side with one hand.
It was as if the five fingers had grasped an invisible veil and torn it apart fiercely.
Sizzle!
Space was violently torn open like a piece of cloth, creating a pitch-black rift. Berserk spatial turbulence surged out from it, but it could not get close to the "Tao" and was forcibly pushed away by a Dark Red divine artifact rule power.
"Back!"
The ancient longsword on the Altar transformed into a streak of blood-red Liu Guang, instantly disappearing into the "Tao's" outstretched palm. The sword's blade and the patterns on the host's arm merged perfectly, becoming one.
The aura of the gluttonous beast Berserk, and the surrounding air hummed.
The next second, the monstrous figure of Tao stepped into the spatial rift.
The crack closed instantly.
At the same time, above the battlefield of Qigu, a similarly dark spatial rift opened up.
The Taotie's figure, shrouded in overwhelming murderous aura, descended upon the clan's territory like a vengeful Demon Gods returning from Bloodbath.
A cold, violent gaze, filled with a destructive desire, instantly locked onto the steadily advancing Player Race army below. "You're courting death!!!"
Taotie suddenly raised his right hand, palm facing the battlefield below.
On the palm of his hand, a complex and ferocious mark of divine artifact rules suddenly shone with a blinding blood-red light.
With its roar, deep within the Valley of Weapons, all the remains of the destroyed evil swords, and even the essence of the evil energy dissipated by the fallen clansmen, seemed to be summoned by the king, transforming into countless streams of blood-red Liu Guang, frantically converging towards the palm of "Tao".
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic, blood-red sword shadow, almost as tall as a mountain, condensed and took shape above Taotie's head.
The sword shadow was composed of countless tiny sword beams and malevolent energy.
It exudes a terrifying pressure that devours everything Annihilation all things.
This is one of the evil sword's deadly moves: gathering the remains of the dead members of its clan to form Sword of the Masses.
Although the clansmen are dead, the bodies they have forged still have value.
The entire Valley of Weapons is filled with swords, not for decoration, but as a sword formation created to deal with external enemies.
Only he, who possesses the rules of the divine artifact, has the ability to activate and use it.
"Cut!"
The sword-wielding Taotie swung his arm down fiercely, slashing a sword at the player army.
The crimson sword shadow emitted a shrill cry as if it were the lament of countless wronged souls, carrying a terrifying aura that could crush mountains and rivers and slaughter all living beings, as it ruthlessly slashed down towards the combined battle group led by the God King below, and the advancing lines further back.
Wherever the sword's shadow passed, a dark crack was torn open in the space.
The gluttonous beast, controlled by the evil sword, had a raging, murderous intent in its eyes.
It already had some understanding of the approximate combat strength of the invading forces through feedback from its own people.
They possess an extremely strong war system, their operations are seamlessly coordinated, and they excel at waging wars of attrition.
However, they have never mastered the power of unity, nor do they possess a powerful high-end force.
Otherwise, the clan's territory would have already been taken over by this force.
Therefore, it was certain that the invading tribe would not be able to withstand this sword strike.
It seemed to already see the invading enemy army collapsing and screaming under the shadow of swords, ultimately being devoured.
Just as the colossal crimson sword shadow stretching across the sky was about to cleave through the player's army formation.
On the player army's side, the God King, who had been hovering in the center of the army, moved.
A bright smile spread across his face, like a hunter who had finally waited for his prey to step into the trap and saw the result he wanted. "Finally, you've arrived—the kill line has been crossed!"
He raised his hand, and between his index and middle fingers, he held a card as thin as a cicada's wing, shimmering with golden light.
Blessing Card Activated!
The golden card left his hand and flew into the sky.
The ascent seemed slow, yet it appeared to Transcendence the laws of time and space, blurring everything as the card rose to the same height as the Crimson Sword Shadow.
Thump!
Like the first heartbeat at the dawn of creation, the sound suddenly resounded throughout the entire Valley of Artifacts, centered on the golden card, and even into more distant spaces.
What follows is an absolute sense of existence that transcends the rules of all things.
Wherever the sound passed, the Berserk energy turbulence instantly subsided, the shrill sword cry abruptly ceased, and even the crimson sword shadow driven by Demigod power visibly froze in its descent.
Immediately afterwards, the card shattered silently.
It transformed into billions of golden specks of light, rapidly collapsing and condensing inward.
A humanoid silhouette slowly emerged in the golden light.
An indescribable pressure suddenly swept over them.
Like a god who controls all things, it slowly opened its indifferent eyes.
At this moment, even the evil sword Control the gluttonous beast was filled with horror.
In its Perception, the world seemed to have turned into fragile crystal at that moment.
Under its Control, the Sword of the Masses Forces, which had gathered the remains of its fallen kin and was confident that it could crush everything, actually emitted a mournful cry at the level of rules under the gaze of this newly "opened" gaze.
The structure formed by countless tiny sword beams and baleful energy on the sword shadow showed signs of disintegration that it could not comprehend at all.
Rules imply absolute logic.
But this power actually made the rules of the divine artifact in its hand tremble!
"This—this—!"
An extreme fear, originating from the instinct for life and Transcendence the endless anger and tyranny within, instantly pierced through the core of the evil sword's consciousness like a tidal wave.
This fear was without any apparent reason, yet it was incredibly real.
It's as if a lower-dimensional being has accidentally glimpsed the tip of an iceberg of a higher-dimensional existence, and the trembling rooted deep in the soul surges forth uncontrollably.
The evil sword trembled incessantly.
Attack? Defend? Escape?
All thoughts became pale under the oppressive weight of that terrifying "presence".
It could only watch helplessly as the concept of supreme authority, constructed from golden dust, slowly took shape.
Time in the Valley of Vessels seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment, leaving only the indifferent golden gaze amidst the golden light and shadow.
Even more terrifying is the constant influx of information into its consciousness.
This is a direct impact on cognition.
The moment it looked at the golden concept, it seemed to see endless, incomprehensible geometric structures rotating, collapsing, and recombining.
It seems that countless worlds are being constantly decomposed and reshaped under the will of this concept.
Even time is no longer a linear river; the past, present, and future intertwine, manifest, and Annihilation in incomprehensible ways.
It even saw the image of itself returning after tearing through space, and the countless possible branches that followed the image.
Space lost its sense of distance; it was as if it were simultaneously situated in every corner of the Abyss of Slumber, the Valley of Weapons, and even the Monster World, with countless overlapping perspectives simultaneously observing, analyzing, and Definition it.
It also sensed an unimaginable aura of grandeur.
This grandeur encompasses rules, dimensions, and even the meaning of existence itself.
It felt like an ant lying on an infinitely vast plain, and when it looked up by chance, it saw the entire sky transformed into an extremely indifferent "eye," calmly watching it.
The evil sword's consciousness emitted a hysterical scream.
The unyielding will forged through countless killings and devourings melted and crumbled as quickly as thin ice under the scorching sun in the face of this cognitive shock that Transcendence the realm of comprehension.
Logic is collapsing, common sense is crumbling, and self-awareness is rapidly blurring—it's beginning to lose sight of what it is.
This feeling Transcendence fear; an infinite despair rose within me.
The golden reflection in the Dark Red blood-red eyes on the sword became increasingly clear.
However, the consciousness belonging to the evil sword itself was rapidly dimming and dissipating.
This weapon, which once devoured countless sufferings and fed on the negative emotions of all beings, was on the verge of collapse and descended into uncontrollable madness in the brief instant of the Hyperdimension.
Aside from players, all members of the Evil Sword Sect lineage are affected in the same way.
A wisp of divine thought from Hyperdimension realm descends, and it becomes an absolute weight that mortal beings cannot comprehend, bear, or even look upon directly.