After the oath-taking ceremony, the atmosphere in the hall became noticeably more excited, with each Sanctuary expert rubbing their hands together, ready to fight.
With a slight smile, Wind Rider Keluoduo continued, "According to intelligence gathered by the Alliance from various sources, the Blue Dragon Clan's lair is located in a demiplane called ' Sand Sea.' This demiplane has been cultivated by the Blue Dragon Clan for many years, making it extremely stable, easy to defend, and difficult to attack. Furthermore, due to the characteristics of demiplanes, it always exists within a spatial interlayer, making it difficult to pinpoint its exact location."
"In this surprise attack, our Crimson Alliance expended a great deal of resources, hiring a powerful diviner to roughly determine the trajectory of the Sand Sea Demiplane. We also secretly gathered space-elemental Transcendent and scientists proficient in space science to jointly calculate the locations the Sand Sea Demiplane would pass through, as well as the patterns of Space-Time tides."
"Besides pinpointing the location, all you need to do is conserve your energy and wait patiently for the operation to begin."
"Now, does anyone still have any objections?"
The Wind Rider scanned his surroundings, meeting pairs of bright, burning gazes. He nodded inwardly, thinking, "Everyone's morale is pretty good. That's excellent; they're able to unleash their full fighting potential."
"Your Excellency, I would like to ask, does the Alliance not intend to take over the Planet Golden Bridge Zone? It is a hub for many star systems in the vicinity, with immeasurable commercial value. It is truly unacceptable that it has been occupied by the Soaring Dragon Empire!" An elderly Mela People stood up and sighed sadly.
Lancelot glanced sideways, recalling relevant information about the person in his mind, and understood immediately.
The old man's name was Elfman Ike, and he was one of the high-ranking members of the Aike Family of the Crimson Alliance.
More than a decade ago, the Aike Family invested heavily in Planet Golden Bridge, establishing factories, recruiting talent, purchasing large amounts of land, and even building a private space station, all in an attempt to capitalize on Planet Golden Bridge's growing popularity and make a fortune.
But fate played Fate: the God-Creation Project failed, the virus raged, and the Blood Clan betrayed them...
A series of blows followed, the Crimson Alliance was in turmoil, and Planet Golden Bridge was seized by the Iridescent Light Empire and the Soaring Dragon Empire.
Later, the Soaring Dragon Empire defeated the corrupt Iridescent Light Empire and seized control of Planet Golden Bridge. The investments made by the Aike Family were naturally wasted and became spoils of war for the Soaring Dragon.
The Aike Family, having suffered enormous losses, is constantly thinking about reclaiming Planet Golden Bridge and getting back the assets that originally belonged to the family, but it is clearly a pipe dream to do so with only one family's strength.
Therefore, the scene that is unfolding before our eyes has occurred.
Taking advantage of this meeting, which provided him with an opportunity to get close to the highest levels of the Alliance, Elfman Ike subtly expressed his own demands.
Even if it doesn't work out, shouldn't we at least make sure the higher-ups take this to heart?
When the Crimson Alliance reclaims its lost territory, they should think of Planet Golden Bridge first, and try to recover the losses of the Aike Family as soon as possible.
In fact, in the past few years, there have been far too many cases similar to the Aike Family in the Crimson Alliance; what we are seeing now is just the tip of the iceberg.
What might seem like a minor injury to the entire empire becomes a crushing mountain on the scale when magnified to the smallest detail, affecting a particular family.
There's a saying that goes, "A speck of dust in the era becomes a mountain on an individual," and the core logic is the same.
Therefore, the Wind Rider, Keluoduo, did not blame Elfman for being insensible. He also had his own family, and putting himself in Elfman's shoes, he was able to understand.
However, the overall trend of the Alliance will not change because of the will of a small group, so Keluoduo just smiled and didn't answer. Seeing this, Elfman's expression darkened, but he didn't dare to say anything more and sat down again, looking somewhat sad.
"Alright, everyone go and prepare. You can check your individual tasks on the communicator..."
The voices drifted slowly away, and the people, each with their own thoughts, left the hall and returned to their temporary lodgings.
Lancelot also had temporary accommodations, but he didn't go there. Instead, he followed Zyra to her place. As the door slammed shut, something indescribable unfolded intensely in the enclosed space.
After a long while.
Lancelot, now in a sage-like state, leaned comfortably against the sofa, while Zyra nestled in his arms like a docile kitten capable of shattering stars with a single punch. Her rosy cheeks were flushed with a delicate blush, and her narrow eyes were misty with tears, as if she were still savoring something wonderful.
After breaking through to the Epic, Lancelot's physical strength increased dramatically, making him far more powerful than before. Even Zyra, Demigod martial artist, couldn't keep up. She was like a small boat adrift in a raging storm, splashing and swaying aimlessly...
Lancelot glanced at the woman beside him, who was completely captivated, and felt a surge of satisfaction. Now she couldn't keep up the act, could she?
Zyra naturally saw the man's smug face, but she only pursed her lips and dared not say anything more. She was really too much to bear; her body felt like it was about to fall apart.
Poke the man's muscular chest with her finger Zyra chuckled, "Your strength shouldn't be weaker than that of an ordinary Low-Rank Demigod, right?"
"Hmm, we haven't fought yet, so it's hard to say... but at least, I should be a tiny bit stronger than you, and able to dominate you." Lancelot tilted his head, winking at him.
Zyra gave him a light tap, annoyed. "Behave yourself. We're about to go to war with the Blue Dragon Clan. I need to understand your strength so I can coordinate our battle. Never be careless, understand? The Blue Dragon, as the second strongest of the Chromatic Dragon Clan, are definitely not weak..."
The woman chattered in his ear, but Lancelot wasn't annoyed at all. He listened and eventually fell asleep, his brows relaxed, like a simple baby.
After talking for a while, Zyra came to her senses and heard the man's soft snoring. She chuckled, reached out and touched his angular face, then gently laid him down, letting Lancelot's neck rest on her lap, while she just stared blankly down at him.
Since waking up and learning from Mona that the first thing the person before her did upon returning from the Luolunsi Secret Realm was to search for a treasure that could rebuild her body and restore her soul, Zyra has changed a lot. In the words of the little girl Mo Li, "You two silly women, you've lost your hearts!"
Recalling the expression on Mo Li said those words, a smile flashed across Zyra's face. "A little brat who doesn't know anything..."
Half a month passed quietly while we waited.
During this period, Lancelot used the Dragon Blood Curse Reverse Positioning Method researched by Logo to assist many space-type Transcendent and scientists in completing a magnificent building that resembled a colossal celestial structure.
The building is crescent-shaped and made primarily of metal, but its surface is densely covered with various Magic Runes. At the center of the two opposing crescent tips, a gradually expanding ball of silver-blue light floats. Under the illumination of this light, the surrounding space begins to crystallize and becomes extremely fragile, as if countless fragments of space would fall down with a crackling sound if touched lightly.
Inside the crescent-shaped building, many people were busy with their own tasks.
Suddenly, a man who looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a white coat, shouted, his face flushed, "We succeeded! We succeeded! The ' Moon Anchor ' has locked on and can forcefully break through the protective crystal barrier of the Sand Sea Demiplane at any time."
"Quickly report to Lady Belotti! Time is limited. If we miss this opportunity, it will take a lot of effort and resources to locate her again!"
Amidst the commotion, the Mechanical Bishop Belotti quickly learned of the news. His iron-like, icy expression remained unwavering, but his actions spoke volumes.
He slowly stood up and strode out. Faintly, within that seemingly inconspicuous body, the roar of countless cannons seemed to echo.
The two High-Rank Demigod, Wind Rider Keluoduo and Nether King Panna, exchanged a glance, a cold smile appearing on their lips, and followed behind Mechanical Bishop Belotti, leaving the Metal Temple.
One hour later.
The Dragon-Slaying Fortress's engines were fully warmed up, and streams of energy, of terrifying magnitude, surged into the crescent-shaped structure through countless energy pipes throughout the fortress.
In an instant, the silver-blue sphere of light, which was originally only the size of a house, began to expand rapidly. In just two or three minutes, it transformed into a huge energy ball with a diameter of over a hundred kilometers. Its unique energy magnetic field covered the entire Dragon-Slaying Fortress, creating a magnificent spectacle.
"Emission!"
At Belotti's command, a silver-blue energy ball shot into the sky, forming a huge Energy Vortex above the Dragon-Slaying Fortress. Countless spatial fragments fell as the vortex swirled, like a torrential snowfall, crashing into the fully deployed ionized shield and splashing out energy ripples flashing with golden arcs of electricity.
As the vortex grew larger, deeper dimensional spaces were pierced and torn apart, revealing the mysterious existence hidden in that Infinity vast land.
Countless space-drifting creatures came into view, some fleeing in panic, others being swept into Energy Vortex and turned to dust, and still others being captured by the powerful members of the Crimson Alliance. Some of these small creatures were insignificant, while others were extremely valuable.
Lancelot and Zyra also joined in the process, capturing many precious space planktonic organisms. If valued according to the Ta Pound, they made at least seven or eight hundred million in profit, making money very quickly.
However, such opportunities are extremely rare and hard to come by. If you only want to catch some planktonic organisms and then build a structure like a "Moon Anchor," you're really missing out.
The Energy Vortex continued to expand, but the speed at which it broke through the dimensional interlayer began to decrease significantly. Yet, no trace of the Sand Sea Demiplane was found. This caused the researchers, who had made such confident assurances, to break out in a cold sweat and feel extremely anxious.
They weren't worried about being punished, after all, they were the Alliance's prized possessions and wouldn't be held accountable for a single mistake. They simply couldn't bear to waste resources, and their guilt was intensifying.
However, Belotti and other high-ranking officials remained calm, standing there quietly waiting. This behavior from the top helped to calm the people below, making them less anxious.
In the tense atmosphere, another five minutes passed.
Finally, after the vortex expanded to a certain extent and the beam penetrated deep enough, the Sand Sea Demiplane revealed a small corner of itself.
Upon finding their target, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sincerely.
The rest was much simpler.
With its engines running at full power, the Dragon-Slaying Fortress kept the "Moon Anchor" in operation while, like a cannonball piercing through everything, crashed into the Energy Vortex. Trailing a long stream of energy behind the planetary fortress, this behemoth looked like a bloodthirsty shark from afar!
At this very moment.
The Sand Sea Demiplane.
A long, drawn-out dragon's roar echoed from the other side of the azure sky, passing through the vast, boundless desert, sweeping across the clear, bright sea, and resounding through the thick, deep earth, reaching the arid caves adorned with sapphires.
Bang! Bang!
The thick dragon tail, covered with deep indigo scales, lashed the ground unconsciously, its rapid frequency suggesting it was having a nightmare.
A dragon's roar echoed from afar, and two blue-gold vertical pupils suddenly opened, crackling and exploding as electricity instantly filled the entire cave.
"Bentley..."
A deep sigh escaped from the mouth of the Legendary True Dragon, carrying with it a profound hatred and a deeply hidden sense of powerlessness.
Josiah emerged from the pile of sapphires, making a clear, tinkling sound. This sound, which would normally bring joy and peace to the Blue Dragon Clan, sounded particularly jarring today, reminding Josiah of that day time and time again.
In the southernmost part of the Crimson Continent, his younger brother Bentley, with whom he grew up, was tricked into a trap and brutally murdered by a despicable and cunning human.
He had repeatedly tried to take revenge on that human, but the other party's strength was improving too quickly. If he went up now, he would probably be killed with a single punch.
"Lancelot..."
Josiah uttered those words coldly, his teeth clenched, a tone so menacing that even the most foolish person could hear it.
"Brother!"
The sound of Mike's voice reached Josiah's ears, calming his previously agitated heart considerably.
He strode out of the cave with his strong limbs.
The rough yellow sand was blown by the strong wind, crackling and pelting Josiah's body. The intense friction generated static electricity, and Josiah stretched his body comfortably, like a feline.
In fact, the bodies of the True Dragon Clan are not bulky; on the contrary, they are quite agile and flexible, with no weakness in close combat. Moreover, each of them is a spellcaster and has an excellent learning ability. If we disregard their inherently flawed personalities, we must admit that they are almost omnipotent and perfect creatures, especially the powerful dragon species such as the Gold Dragon, Silver Dragon, Red Dragon, and Blue Dragon, as well as the occasionally appearing alien True Dragon.
In the distant sky, a black dot rapidly expands and continuously closes in distance.
Bang!!
A giant beast resembling a camel was thrown from the air, kicking up countless clouds of yellow sand. Painful howls echoed, accompanied by its limbs kicking and struggling, clearly indicating that the camel-like beast was not quite dead yet.
Thump!
With another loud bang, a Blue Dragon with large ears, a single horn, and sky-blue scales covering its entire body landed on the ground. Its wide wings flapped, bringing with them gales and lightning, creating a magnificent spectacle.
"Why are you here?" Josiah walked up to his younger brother Mike, looked at his increasingly muscular physique, and nodded inwardly. It seemed that Mike hadn't been slacking off lately and had been training his body diligently to strengthen himself.
To be honest, every True Dragon has great potential, but most True Dragon are lazy by nature. Their long lifespan and the power that grows naturally make them not enthusiastic about cultivation.
Wouldn't it be better to use that time to enjoy life?
Metallic Dragon roam the world, Chromatic Dragon plunder it—isn't that wonderful?
No matter how much you fix it, it's still the same.
Under normal circumstances, Josiah would probably be this type of True Dragon as well. However, the hatred caused by his brother's death has been gnawing at his heart, making Josiah dare not relax. He desperately cultivates to strengthen himself and even applies this same approach to his second brother, Mike.
Otherwise, the two brothers wouldn't have been able to advance to the ranks of Legendary True Dragon so quickly, and would have already made significant progress within that rank.
"Didn't you say the other day that you wanted to eat a yellow-brown camel? I happened to be out hunting and brought one back for you!" Mike chuckled, lowered his head, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his thick horn, striking the camel and killing it instantly. At the same time, the camel was roasted until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a mouthwatering aroma.
The current intensity was controlled perfectly; with that skill, it's a shame he's not a chef.
Josiah did not refuse his brother's offer and ate heartily, but he still reminded Mike to cultivate diligently and strive to avenge himself as soon as possible.
Mike nodded absentmindedly, though he had already given up hope of revenge.
Just two days ago, he learned from a Sea Clan friend that the Crusher Lancelot had actually defeated Jerome of the Dragon Serpent Race in a direct confrontation.
The latter was a renowned genius in the Sea Dragon Alliance, Peak Epic combat power, yet he couldn't defeat Lancelot.
Looking at the reality that he's only Legendary Tier One... if he were to face Lancelot, wouldn't he just be handing over his kill record?
From his somewhat perfunctory attitude, Josiah sensed his brother Mike's thoughts. A flash of anger crossed his vertical pupils, and he was about to reprimand him when the sudden shock made him swallow his words.
Rumble!
Loud noises came from all directions.
The desert cracked open, forming countless funnel-shaped sand pits.
The sea churned, and roaring waves, carrying countless fish and shrimp, crashed against the shore.
What terrified Josiah and Mike the most was that the sky, which had just been clear and blue, was now covered with dark clouds, and countless bolts of lightning crackled and exploded, before disappearing into the distance with an even louder roar.
The sky has cracked open!
A terrifying war weapon, comparable in size to a planet and shrouded in a blue ionized shield, brutally tore open the protective crystal wall of the Sand Sea Demiplane, leaving the Blue Dragon Clan to face the countless ferocious and terrifying technological weapons on the fortress's surface, completely exposed.