Tor laughed with certainty. Thunder God's Hammer's massive body began to rotate as he said calmly, "Don't worry. Even if there are three hundred and twenty rapid-fire attacks, they won't be able to detect my existence. Unless a five-star Imperial General-level being among those invaders is directly struck by my attack, otherwise, after the upgrades and modifications I underwent in the final stage of the war, I won't be exposed so easily."
After a slight pause, Tor said indifferently, "Even if we are discovered, it doesn't matter. In the final stage of the war, teleportation arrays were installed in the core sections of every Thunder God's Hammer base. We can leave at any time and head to the final rendezvous point. So there's nothing to worry about."
Intense violet light coiled around Tor's body. Countless soundless electric arcs, like mad dragons, spread abruptly in all directions like blooming petals. Smooth, gentle arcs blanketed the entire hall. Lin Feiqian, his daughter, and the others did not dare move in the slightest. They stared in horror at the thigh-thick, silently drifting arcs around their bodies, their muscles stiffening rigidly.
"Alright, Tor 3522. These are the optimal attack coordinates we calculated for you—thirty-two in total. We do not recommend that you take risks. After all, before we establish contact with the supreme commander, the only remaining combat units may be the three of us!" The ravens chattered noisily, their voices filled with sorrow. "We can't contact Klitaskov, can't contact Valhalla, can't contact the World Tree, can't contact the Hall of Heroes. Even the Orchard of the Gods and Paradise of the Gods have sent no news. Damn it, have we truly suffered a crushing defeat?"
Tor's voice sank incomparably low. "No. We are still fighting! Therefore, Thunder God's Hammer 3522, attack!"
Thirty-two threads