What had originally been compressed into a spherical celestial body expanded into a metal war fortress nearly ten thousand miles across. Countless magic weapons resembling Thunder God's Hammer extended from within the fortress. Though similar in design, they were many times larger, and the magical fluctuations they emitted were vastly more powerful. They bristled densely like a hedgehog's spines, making one's scalp crawl at the sight.
Lin Qi's soul power swept howling across those war fortresses, and his face abruptly darkened. Unless dozens of Main God-level powerhouses joined forces to attack, the three-dimensional defense line formed by these fortresses was virtually indestructible. The magic weapons equipped within them could reap every enemy on the battlefield like cutting wheat. Even High-Gods could only barely protect themselves beneath the fortresses' frenzied barrage; Mid-Gods and lower-ranking divine servants would simply be slaughtered.
"Mm, who would have thought these self-isolated Celestial Sprites had developed this far?" Hell sneered. "With military strength like this, they would barely have been able to undertake the task of maintaining security in a nebula-class region among the colonial legions of old."
Lin Qi's face darkened further. Maintaining security? Put plainly, it was the same duty as those Copper Hats wandering the streets and alleys—merely keeping order, not a main combat force at all. Yet in Lin Qi's eyes, these metal war fortresses were already immensely intimidating. If he possessed them, so long as no God Lord-level powerhouse appeared among the gods, he would dare plant his own banner, recruit his own troops, and establish a faction of his own.
With a series of sharp sizzles, dozens of hair-thin dark-red beams nearly grazed Lin Qi's body as they swept past. Lin Qi sensed the terrifying energy contained within those red beams—power sufficient to easily pierce even a peak High-God artifact.