It was the third day of the Great Yu Dynasty's western campaign.
Communication networks across the seven western continents had been completely severed. On the screens in Yanjing's underground command center, the red dots representing the western population were going dark in vast swathes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Great Yu cultivators had encountered no meaningful resistance. The genetic warriors' firearms could not penetrate the spiritual power shields of Foundation Establishment cultivators. The so-called Knights of the Round Table could not last three exchanges against the slaughtering onslaught of Core Formation battle formations.
Ye Wenjun stood before the screens, his hands and feet ice-cold.
Chen Lin sat in the pavilion of the Song-Style Courtyard House, listening to Ye Wenjun's report. He said only, "Understood."
He ended the call.
Chen Lin picked up a cherry washed in spirit spring water between his fingertips and tossed it into his mouth.
"My lord, the first batch of improved Black-Armored Battle Puppets is finished." With dark circles beneath both eyes, Heavenly Hatred True Lord swept into the courtyard like a gust of wind, a manic excitement shining in his eyes.
Behind him, fifty brand-new battle puppets stood in neat rows.
Their shells used the bones of the Great Yu Dynasty's Core Formation cultivators as frameworks, reinforced with star-pattern steel, and were dark red all over. Their auras were all steady at early Nascent Soul, and their movements were smoother than those of the previous generation.
Chen Lin glanced at them. "Good progress. Your resources will double next month."
"Thank you, my lord!" Heavenly Hatred True Lord dropped to his knees with a thud, kowtowed loudly, then turned and rushed back into the artifact-forging chamber. After witnessing Chen Lin's punch, the old fiend had only one thing left on his mind: