Star War Deployment

After flying into the sky and getting a clear look at the invaders, many of the Immortal Race wore expressions of disgust.

Their subordinate race was the Dwarf Race?

Cross Planet had once purchased dwarves as slaves, but the Immortal Race had slaughtered every last one of them.

The reason was simple: they were too ugly.

Just looking at them ruined one's appetite. Clumsy and bumbling, they would only be eyesores if kept around.

The more one thought about it, the more terrifying it became. The Immortal Race was several hundred kilometers from the attackers' deployment zone, yet, hovering in the sky, they could actually see the dwarves hundreds of kilometers away with their naked eyes. It was downright frightening.

In his previous life, an eagle flying a thousand meters above the ground could spot a rabbit within ten kilometers. Such terrifying racial gifts were truly enviable.

Cross, however, was somewhat surprised. A second-level Dwarf Race civilization?

There were actually Star Lords who poured effort into cultivating subordinate races? Weren't they consumables you bought whenever you needed them?

Dwarves streamed out of the Star Gate, their expressions solemn, their faces brimming with killing intent, rifles in hand.

Some of the Immortal Race sensed that something was off. What was with these dwarves' mental state?

This wasn't right. Their own subordinate races, for instance, were the three elven races: wood, water, and wind.

They were all slaves, summoned with a beckon and dismissed with a wave. Having lived in a lowly state for so long, they had become resigned and numb.

The Immortal Race was arrogant by nature. They cared about nothing beyond their own interests and had no concept of Lineage. Even being male or female merely meant preferring that particular outward form.

Born of heaven and nourished by earth, they had nothing to worry about. They did not even need food; absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was enough to nourish their bodies.

They did not need sleep either. Meditation sufficed.

Their lifelong goal was to grow ever stronger, pursue power, and live forever. Why would they care about so-called subordinate races?

Cross Planet's three subordinate races were only allowed to live within three designated regions. They had to resolve every problem themselves and also supply the Three Great Sects with their most beautiful elves to serve the Immortal Race as maids.

The vast army slowly emerged from the Star Gate, and the dwarves moved into suitable positions to begin deploying their defensive systems.

The attackers' entire deployment zone spanned several hundred kilometers and was extremely spacious, but the army could not deploy too far forward. They had to leave a buffer zone to prevent long-range attacks the instant the energy barrier vanished.

The entire legion numbered 300,000 and needed a sensible deployment. Put simply, they had to arrange their formations and coordinate troops with different types of firepower.

They had also received training from the royal family and knew that the race they faced this time was the Immortal Race: arrogant fellows with wings, capable of flight and formidable individual combat strength.

Well now, even more haughty than us dwarves?

This time, they had to put their best foot forward. Supposedly, if they performed exceptionally in this war, Father God might send the Dwarf Race another influx of people.

That prospect filled them with enthusiasm. They would all be female dwarves!!

The former bachelors now had partners, along with plenty of fine liquor. What a blissful life that was.

However, they were still short nearly five million female dwarves. Whether they could marry this time depended on this battle!

At the very front stood the Shield Corps. Their shields, made from the latest materials, offered tremendous protection, and they carried repeating crossbows, every bolt soaked in Resentment Potion.

Large quantities of rapid-fire and heavy weapons, such as heavy machine guns and self-defense counterattack cannons, were deployed in the second line to keep the enemy from charging into the camp.

Antiaircraft weapons were deployed around the camp-the Dwarf Race's latest antiaircraft guns.

Dwarven suicide trucks, assault tanks, Catapults, helicopters, and all manner of other second-level civilization weapons quickly moved into position.

Every bullet possessed miraculous magic. Hehe!

The Immortal Race could supposedly fly, so they had to stop the enemy from plunging into the army's midst. In close-quarters combat, they would die horribly.

The Immortal Race was no band of fools either. They flew into the air, recorded the dwarves' deployment positions, and relayed them to their sects.

The leaders of the Three Great Sects would command this battle. The War Sand Table had already been activated, allowing them to adjust their battle plans in real time according to the latest developments.

Once the entire dwarven army had emerged from the Star Gate, another large force poured out, dressed in matching uniforms and brimming with killing intent.

The Immortal Race was puzzled. Was this a taller Dwarf Race? They looked a little like us, but they were so ugly... Some were fairly good-looking, though. They might just barely qualify as guards to serve the Immortal Race.

Was this the Human Race?

Star Lord Cross watched the troops emerging from the Star Gate with some surprise, offering no judgment on their appearance. There was no point.

Nothing about them seemed particularly unusual. What sort of civilization was this?

Judging by the rifles in their hands and the many iron frameworks, they were probably another technological race.

Technological races relied on external power rather than their own strength. In that case, a way would have to be found to engage them at close range.

Never mind. Let the subordinate races wear them down and test their combat strength in the process.

After making up their mind, Cross relayed the orders to the Three Great Sects, which were herding the subordinate races together under unified command.

Bai Qi quickly led the Human Race's 200,000-strong army into position and began its military deployment.

Holding the War Sand Table, he sat inside a command vehicle that looked no different from any other vehicle. His clothes were likewise no different from those of the other soldiers.

He also ordered officers of every rank not to wear any conspicuous insignia, to guard against an enemy Decapitation Strike.

Everyone carried a radio, and they had radar vehicles. Units at every level merely had to follow their immediate superior's orders.

Nine people sat inside the command vehicle, all commanders of the legion's various troop branches.

The human army sprang into action, and several Miniature Reconnaissance Satellites rose more than ten thousand meters into the sky.

This was the Qin Kingdom's latest technology, used for battlefield surveillance, gathering battlefield intelligence, providing targeting coordinates for artillery, and other functions.

Combined with the War Sand Table's terrain map, it allowed them to plan their tactics in advance. The enemy leaders' positions were also marked on the War Sand Table.

Bai Qi frowned slightly. There were three leaders?

They were in three different parts of the planet, so far apart?

Assault vehicles were deployed to the front lines one after another, and large quantities of defensive weapons began unfolding.

The rocket forces were already battle-ready, positioned at the very rear of the entire army.

Numerous airfields and other facilities were built behind the Star Gate to keep the enemy from destroying them. Midair refueling was also extremely convenient, so flight endurance posed no problem.

After all, this was a battle with everyone's cards on the table. The 500,000 troops on the front lines were a tactical consideration; to avoid alerting the enemy, the boundless main army remained behind the Star Gate, ready to provide support whenever needed.

More strategic weapons were already on standby, ready to pass through the Star Gate and enter the war at any moment.

Footage from the front lines was also transmitted back to the Qin Kingdom's headquarters through miniature satellite link technology.

The Star War deployment zone was enormous. It could accommodate an army of ten million without any difficulty.

This was a balancing measure for the attackers, preventing the defenders from wiping out their army before it could pass through the Star Gate and striving for a more balanced initial deployment on both sides.

As this was his first invasion war, Zhang Yang naturally took it seriously.

He transmitted intelligence on the enemy to General Bai Qi through his consciousness, letting him continually adjust his tactics according to the enemy's situation.

The enemy had three subordinate elven races, each with a population of ten million. Each race had dispatched 200,000 troops to form a legion.

They were the Wood Elf Legion, the Water Elf Legion, and the Wind Elf Legion.

Their names alone revealed the elemental attributes they specialized in.

These were all common elven races he had seen in the Beast Arena.

The Elf Race generally had four classes: Warrior/Mage/Archer/Assassin.

The magical attributes they used also differed according to their racial traits.

This was the drawback of fighting with everyone's cards on the table: surprise attacks and tactics became far less effective.

There was, in fact, a way to prevent the opposing Star Lord from seeing any information about the attacking or defending side.

D-Rank Skill Card-War Fog.

[The enemy Star Lord cannot view our troop deployments through divine power or obtain a War Sand Table. Starfolk can only gain a view of the battlefield through their civilization's technology.]

Unfortunately, even the cheapest D-rank card required 15,000 energy, and Zhang Yang could not afford one.

If the enemy used such a skill card, the Human Race could only conduct reconnaissance through technological means or relay information from what they actually saw.

Unfortunately, neither side had purchased one, so they were still fighting with their cards on the table.

As time passed, the Human Race's first invasion war was about to begin.

A mechanical voice rang out:

[Star War commencement countdown: 5.4.3.2.1]

[Star War begins!]