Chapter 529
"Don't exaggerate like that. It was the Sky God's order to prepare Abyss Fortress for battle."
"You seem to have forgotten that one of the orders is 'No unauthorized attacks.' Fine, I'll just execute you for disobeying orders." The war commander looked at him strangely. He was a man who regarded orders as an honor, yet he had disobeyed the Oracle and cooperated with this bastard and the Fox Demon.
Froya is busy investigating the Chaos Furnace Flame and is heading towards the Abyss Fortress with Kalpas. He has essentially left his home base to a group of demons.
"But I believe you."
The strong man, resolute as iron, raised his hand to take the spear offered by the guard and held it high.
"Abyss Fortress trusts you too!"
As the view zooms out, nearly ten thousand soldiers are seen arranged in dense square formations, their golden armor forming a wall and their long spears a forest.
He not only disobeyed orders, but also led his entire Little Ichi rout.
Yuki a fool could see that Morgas would never allow anyone to approach the Abyss Grade, much less come into contact with the dragons; beneath this calm surface, undercurrents were surging.
Yuki couldn't go alone, and he certainly wouldn't go to his death, so he dragged the entire Abyss Fortress along with him.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with the war commander, watching tens of thousands of Incandescence gazes focused on him. He mounted his celestial horse, took the spear, and gently swung it three times above his head, feeling a thousand-pound weight on his shoulders.
Ugh--
Spears pointed forward, and the sounds of war drums and long horns rang out simultaneously. The entire army marched out as one, stepping through the void towards the unknown sea.
All troops, attack!
They're here? They've arrived already?
The news of Abyss Fortress's all-out attack needed no concealment, nor could it be hidden. The densely packed army had barely crossed the city walls when it reached Morgas's ears.
Upon hearing this news, it was stunned for a moment, taking several seconds to come to its senses.
It's too fast, far too fast; even the phrase "too fast to take in" can't describe it.
Logically speaking, Abyss Fortress hadn't even received news of the Fox Demon War. As a city-state, it had neither the ability nor the right to control the overall situation. Whatever orders were given from above, it had to obey them, no matter how much resentment it felt.
This is inevitable for the ignorant. When you're caught up in something, even the gods can't understand the situation. You can question it, but you'll ultimately follow it.
But Abyss Fortress Keep not only disobeyed orders, but also launched a preemptive attack. The speed of their attack clearly indicated that they had been prepared for this long time.
"As expected, someone is manipulating everything behind the scenes, playing a game against the God of the Sky."
Morgas snapped out of his daze. Only by transcending worldly concerns could one overlook the chessboard, understand all the information, coordinate from the center, and continuously place the pieces.
It must be those two outsiders, it must be them, even the one from the Fox Demon might be an accomplice.
The answer was obvious, but like the god of the sky, Morgas had no idea how much inside information these outsiders knew or what they had investigated.
"Damn it, the Divine Race have their eyes on us. Abyss Fortress is their vanguard; they're here for revenge."
"What should we do? Should we contact Lady Froya? Maybe if we join forces, we can fight back."
"The dragons will be furious when they realize they've been tricked!"
The demons started arguing, unaware that Abyss Fortress had disobeyed orders and was clearly the vanguard, with a massive Demon-Hunting Army following behind.
Morgas ignored his subordinates and looked behind him.
Within the dark depths of the sea lies a gigantic bubble. Through this bubble, one can see the ruins of Dragon City, and within it float giant dragons.
They were fast asleep, completely unaware of the Earth Collapse outside. A month was just a nap for them; it would pass in the blink of an eye.
The Abyss Grade exudes a calm and lingering aura, much like a lullaby to help you sleep. Unless you attack the Eye of the Abyss, it is difficult to awaken these behemoths.
Everything was so peaceful, just like those ten thousand years of boring existence; the Dragon King had no desire to wake up at all.
He had no intention of participating. Just as he had told all the dragons, let the demons cause as much trouble as they wanted, preferably until they were both severely injured, and then the powerful dragons would jump in and reap the benefits. His request was simple: remove the shackles and let the great dragons return to the sky.
But not every dragon is as cowardly as Him; freedom must be fought for, it cannot be waited for.
"This is not what you said." A deep voice rang out, and a burly man with crimson skin appeared behind them; it was none other than 'Lava King' Kalaris.
"What's the difference? Forcing the dragons to join the war, to avenge the defeat ten thousand years ago alongside the demons, not only to regain their freedom, but also to reclaim everything they've lost—isn't this the wish of the lava race?" Morgas glanced sideways, his expression calm and composed.
As descendants of ancient dragons, the dragon race is naturally proud, but as losers, they suffered the most. Not only did only one in ten survive, but they were also imprisoned in the deep sea for ten thousand years as watchdogs. Even the later dragon race lost their wings.
Only four multi-headed dragons possess wings; they too are Survivors from ten thousand years ago. This shame has accumulated daily for a full ten thousand years.
Kalaris clenched his fists. As the sole survivor of the Lava race, he hated the Divine Race to the extreme and disdained the Dragon King's plans.
Yes, remaining neutral can absolve them of responsibility, but what if the Divine Race don't need the dragons' power? They'll still be trapped at the bottom of the sea as watchdogs. The four of them are nearing the end of their lives; what about their kind, whose wings have even molted? Do they even deserve to be called dragons anymore?
Freedom is something that needs to be fought for. How can you do it without taking risks? Anyway, being trapped at the bottom of the sea is a slow death. Why not go all out and take a big risk to bring down those damned Divine Race? Not only will we gain freedom, but we can also avenge ten thousand years of humiliation!
This was the Lava King's idea, but he was not a reckless fool. He only joined the plan after the Divine Race suffered a great defeat, because the battle with the Fox Demon made him see the possibility of overthrowing the Heavenly Gang.
"But this is too fast. I haven't even had time to wake up the Dragon King and force Him into the game. The only way for the dragons to increase your chances of winning is to form a unified will." Kalaris roared. The current situation is 20/80. If the dragons join, it will be 40/60, but only if the dragons don't fight amongst themselves.
As long as the war remains at a stalemate, the dragons will have more options. If they can just send the second Ocean Key, they won't care about betraying these demons.
That's really fast. I haven't even started making plans yet, Abyss Fortress has already come knocking on my door.
Morgas was equally distressed and quickly activated the backup plan.
"Then finish it as soon as possible; there's no main force behind Abyss Fortress."
"How do you know? It would be difficult for them to even get close to the Eye of the Abyss." Kalaris was taken aback; this didn't make sense.
"I have inside information." Morgas, of course, couldn't reveal the reason, so he forced a smile, "This is a good thing. The attack by the Divine Race will force Minatilis to make a decision. With their army pressing in, he won't be able to be a fence-sitter."
This is forcing us onto a pirate ship. Kalaris thought for a moment and gently shook his head, "That's not necessarily true. I know him. Minatilis has long lost the glory and courage of a dragon. He would rather live a life of ignominy than risk the dragon race."
Morgas took a deep breath. Yuki's rapid-fire moves were making him uncomfortable, because the will of the dragons needed time to be unified.
Some crave freedom at all costs, while others would rather live a life of ignominy. The original plan was quite simple:
He will unite the dragons and form an alliance with the Sea Demon. The Divine Race will mobilize the entire continent for a decisive battle, and then the two sides will fight fiercely until the world changes color.
The Abyss Fortress's actions, which alerted the enemy, completely ruined the plan. If the dragons and Sea Demon were to turn against each other and fight, the Demon-Hunting Army would have no reason to intervene.
This won't do! How can a one-sided victory plunge the world back into Chaos Grade? How can we let the flames of destruction consume everything?
In an instant, His expression became majestic, like that of the king of all gods, looking through the protective barrier at a silent figure in the ruins.
He was also a stranger, a strange stranger, who ignored everything and did nothing, remaining silent in the deep sea for a month.
"If all else fails, we can get a different Dragon King."
Chapter Twenty: Diving into the Abyss Grade
"Oracle: The garrison of Abyss Fortress must return to the city immediately, without alerting the enemy."
"The Oracle that if you disobey the command, you will receive no assistance."
"Oracle: If the plan is disrupted, all those below War General Dias will be punished by heaven!"
The orders became increasingly stern, but the army turned a deaf ear, displaying a sense that some generals in the field might disobey orders from the emperor, determined to Yuki into the deep sea.
At this point, the side effects of the Battle of Abyss Fortress became apparent. The entire city was almost destroyed, and the gods remained indifferent. This undoubtedly chilled the hearts of the soldiers, and almost everyone knew about the bizarre phenomena of that battle, which even caused their faith to waver.
The protective barrier over the entire city has failed, and the only escape route is only for entering, not exiting. People aren't stupid; they've already lost faith in the gods.
Now, unless Tido, God of the Sea, comes in person to explain, no one can stop the army.
"Getting impatient, getting impatient, even resorting to the tactic of twelve gold medals." Yuki couldn't help but laugh. Why waver in one's faith? It was all for this moment.
"Uh, there aren't twelve Oracle." The war commander chuckled, glancing around. "Since they didn't want us to alert them, why didn't any deities come to stop us?"
"Because sending us idiots to our deaths is in the interest of most people, even if it means we have to wear down the enemy a little more." Yuki snorted. He was using a strategy against a strategy, and the Sky God had no reason to stop a group of scouts from going to their deaths.
"His haste means we did the right thing. Perhaps he's still certain we can't enter the Eye of the Abyss, or maybe he's planning to turn the tables on us. We'll see later; some dragons will definitely join the battle, but there certainly won't be many."
Zhan Shuai glanced at him, wondering to himself if this guy was Prophet? But wait, under the authority of the God of Civilization, all premonitions are revoked.
He couldn't care less about all that; since he was determined to gamble everything, there was no need to hold back.
The army of ten thousand men marched across the sea, bringing with them all the remaining nine fortresses. The Abyss Fortress was truly wiped out in Little Ichi. At this moment, the sea ahead surged, like a thousand layers of Shatterwave rolling. The war commander raised his right hand.
Thump-thump--boom!
The army formation halted instantly, each soldier gripping a sharp blade, staring intently ahead.
The Sea Demon are coming, and this time they have no strong city defenses.
"Proceed according to plan, and remember not to get carried away. These warriors shouldn't have fallen at this moment." Yuki put on his helmet, no longer the gentleman he once was. In golden armor and a crimson cloak, he looked like a warrior general.
"Are you sure you want to infiltrate alone? Don't expect me to come and rescue you."
"Haha, if you dare to bet, I dare to go all in. How could I let you bear all the risks?" Yuki laughed and cursed, raising his fist to collide with Zhan Shuai's fist.
"Take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself."
Men don't need any deep farewells, and the Sea Demon wouldn't give them a chance to chat. Suddenly, Shatterwave crashed, and countless bizarre monsters surged out of the sea, while undercurrents surged beneath the surface, and no one knew how many more Sea Demon were lurking.
"Form ranks!"
Boom--
Ten thousand soldiers stood in formation, spears and lances raised, accompanied by prayers that resounded through the sky. Then, the phantom of the sea god, with a fish head and a human body, appeared. He was so enormous that he used the sea as his base, his head touching the sky, like a Giant thousands of meters tall.
The War General stood at the core, surrounded by Isaac, the Goddess of the Hunt, Elfi, and the Royal Guard. Nine spires were arranged throughout the army formation, resembling nine fortresses. The black tide in front of them was rapidly spreading to both sides. Dias stared wide-eyed and laboriously and slowly swung his spear down.
Miracle. The Divide the Sea!
The Giant thrust down the trident, the movement slow but with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai. Anything that dared to stand in its way either flew away or vanished into thin air, until the trident struck the sea.
Splash!
The sea parted, forming a canyon hundreds of meters wide and thousands of meters deep, where the seabed rocks could be seen. At the end of the canyon, a huge bubble was emerging from which countless Sea Demons were surging out.
With a single halberd strike, the formation was shattered, leaving thousands of Sea Demons with nothing but bones. But this was merely an appetizer; the vast majority of the Sea Demon had already retreated to the sides, forming dozens of dense square formations in their own right.
"Kill!"
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!!"
With a flick of his spear, the general's army advanced steadily under the protection of the nine fortresses. The Sea Demon, already corrupted by the Abyss Grade and driven mad, were fearless, and their dozens of formations surged forward in an instant.
Countless spells, divine magic, spears, and water arrows intertwined, making Yuki, an Epic Tier III player, feel insignificant. He was surrounded by allies, but faced with enemies lining up to be killed, and he would probably be killing until his hands were sore.
He was merely the sharpest spear, leaving nothing alive in his wake. Hardened scales were pierced, and dense formations were breached. Epic Metamorphosis unfolded among the enemy ranks, and soulless corpses rained down.
But it was useless. Even if a hundred or a thousand people were killed, it would be a drop in the ocean compared to the tens of thousands of Sea Demons. And Yuki was not a Kalpas; the more blood was slaughtered, the calmer he became.
Bang!
With a single shot, he blasted hundreds of monsters into pieces. Dozens of armor-piercing spikes came hurtling towards him, but he didn't even look at them. The golden-armored warriors had already formed a shield wall in front of him, and all that could be heard was the clanging of metal against metal.
Soon, a giant crab, as big as a small mountain, smashed through the shield formation. Just as its giant pincers gripped the warrior, the Black Hole muzzle of a gun was already pressed against his back.
Bang!
Black blood and fragments exploded, and the giant crab was blasted hundreds of meters away. The huge wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It did not wait for Yuki's pursuit, because a beam of emerald green light shot from the spire and cleaved it in two.
Following the wound, the crab split into two, a rather bizarre skill that proved utterly useless.
Hundreds of celestial horses trampled over them, and the knights riddled them with holes with their lances.
"War will infinitely diminish the advantage of individual combat strength." Yuki gasped for breath. The chaotic yet orderly battlefield was dazzling. It was like the cavalry that had just crushed the giant crab was turning a corner, and several dragon breaths turned half of them into charred remains.
The dragons, the true dragons.
Yuki gripped his spear tightly. This time, it wasn't Abyss Grade dragon. But before he could make a move, several arrows streaked overhead, tracking the dragons and causing them to scream in agony.
The hunting goddess Ternia is far superior to Kaguya, and the appearance of the dragons made Yuki hesitate for a moment.
Because of the corruption of the Abyss Grade, Soul Infection is difficult to be effective, which makes it impossible to extract information. And those demon gods are very cunning, they don't show up at all.
We have no choice but to gamble.
Taking advantage of the chaos of the battlefield, Yuki looked back and nodded to Isaac. The god of gladiatorial combat understood, picked up his spear, and charged into the fray. His brave and cunning demeanor was somewhat similar to Yuki's.
The God of Gladiators possesses a special authority: to learn how to fight in battle, which can be considered a form of combat simulation.
The battle involving tens of thousands of people was so chaotic that no one could see the overall situation clearly. Both sides were blinded by rage, and those around them were either friends or enemies.
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