The fierce wind, sharp as a knife, ravaged the Sand Sea Demiplane, which was almost reduced to ruins.
The collision of magma and seawater created a cloud of white mist that filled the sky. Countless lives were annihilated by the aftershocks of the battle, which came from nowhere, leaving corpses strewn across the land.
Above the sky, a clearly visible crack is widening continuously, and invisible spatial turbulence surges in, gradually destroying the structure of the entire demiplane, attempting to dismember, shatter, and pull it into the Infinity vast dimensional space.
Lancelot, clad in Infinity Scale Armor, sat exhausted atop a towering mountain peak. At his feet lay half of a terrifying Blue Dragon's body.
The jagged, torn wounds at the edges made one wonder what kind of brutal treatment this Blue Dragon had endured, as if it had been ripped apart alive.
A golden streak of light flashed across the sky, then fell and transformed into Zyra's silhouette.
"How are your injuries?" Zyra crouched down, placed her hand on Lancelot's chest, and quietly sensed his condition.
"It's nothing serious, just a little exhausted," Lancelot said, pulling down his veil and grinning.
While injuries can be healed through various means, the depletion of physical strength and mental will is difficult to replenish, especially in such an extremely intense battle where everything is at stake. Every moment is fully exploiting every cell in one's body, to the point that after the battle, Lancelot didn't even want to stand up; he just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.
Zyra rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "Who told you to show off! Killing one Demigod True Dragon wasn't enough, you had to join the attack on another Demigod True Dragon, True Dragon Mid-Rank Demigod at that."
"It's a pity he got away!" Lancelot sighed, without directly answering Zyra's blame.
"With half his body gone, he'll need a while to recover," Zyra comforted him again. "The fact that you and Crystal Armor Luowen could severely injure Barnson, a peak Mid-Rank Demigod, is already quite remarkable."
Lancelot shook his head slightly, neither confirming nor denying. He placed his hands behind his back, shifting to a more comfortable position, and asked, "Have the battle results been tallied yet?"
"Yes!" Zyra nodded, her pretty face filled with excitement. "In this battle, we killed a total of 16 Demigod True Dragon, including one High-Rank Demigod True Dragon, three Mid-Rank Demigod True Dragon, and twelve Low-Rank Demigod True Dragon. More than 70% of the Epic and Legendary- level True Dragon were also wiped out. Only a small number managed to escape under the desperate protection of the Blue Dragon Chieftain Babunaite."
"It's a pity that many of the Alliance's top combatants need to be stationed in various locations; otherwise, they might be able to wipe out the Blue Dragon Clan in one fell swoop!"
"It's not that easy..." Lancelot shook his head and chuckled, "The results of this battle have far exceeded expectations. Originally, our goal was only to severely damage the Blue Dragon Clan; we never imagined we could completely annihilate them. You must know that there are still a large number of the Blue Dragon Clan active outside the Sand Sea Demiplane."
Zyra nodded slightly and smiled, "Speaking of which, your performance probably stunned everyone else, right?"
"Still not enough." Lancelot stood up, clapped his hands, and stared intently at the massive spatial rift in the sky. Pointing at it, he said, "Only when I can tear open a spatial rift with a flick of my wrist, like Babunaite, will I be able to truly establish myself in the Elven Plane."
Upon realizing the situation was dire, Chief Babunaite of the Blue Dragon began sending signals to gather members of the Blue Dragon Clan from all parts of the demiplane.
Ultimately, although most of the Blue Dragon were killed by the Crimson Alliance's desperate resistance, the rest, led by Babunaite, escaped through the spatial rift he tore open with his Terminal Dragon Horn.
Belotti did not order a pursuit, because the Crimson Alliance had also suffered heavy casualties, with seven Demigod falling and the remaining powerhouses reaching their limits. Continuing the fight would only exponentially increase the losses.
After resting for a while and eating a lot of high-energy food to slightly relieve their fatigue, Lancelot and Zyra headed to the center of the Sand Sea Demiplane, where they stopped at the dilapidated Dragon-Slaying Fortress.
Arriving at the Dragon-Slaying Fortress, Lancelot was astonished to see the large, open hole with black arcs of electricity crackling at its edges. He thought that if he were hit by such a shock, even with his Infinity Scale Armor, he would probably be severely injured on the spot by the terrifying shockwave.
Death is unlikely; the Immortal Body's ability to lock in health is practically a divine skill in terms of survival.
Lancelot!
A rough shout came from the side. Looking over, a burly man clad in Crystal Armor, resembling a diamond, strode in, his imposing presence exuding a unique and wild charm.
"Senior Luowen." Lancelot smiled, appearing quite familiar. In reality, before this, he and Crystal Armor Luowen were merely nodding acquaintances.
That's why they say the battlefield is where friendships are most easily forged; a life-or-death battle fought side-by-side is enough to turn two grown men into close friends.
"Your recovery ability is amazing. You were repeatedly ravaged by that Barnson guy, but you're acting like nothing happened."
"They're just tough and thick-skinned, nothing else they're really good at."
"You're being modest, aren't you? I think your fire attack is quite good. If the temperature were raised a little more, even I would have to back off."
Crystal Armor Luowen was referring to the flames produced when Lancelot ignited the rage within Mouth of Gluttony Flame of the Heart.
Because the opponents in this battle were very strong, mostly Demigod, the anger collected by the Mouth of Gluttony was of extremely high quality. When the Flame of the Heart ignited it, the resulting flame temperature was almost comparable to that of the core of the sun, which was terrifying. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it could burn the sky and boil the sea. No wonder Crystal Armor Luowen was so impressed by it and even mentioned it.
The two chatted idly for a while, and then other Demigod joined in, chatting and laughing with Lancelot. Their attitude was completely different from before, and they clearly regarded Lancelot as an equal.
Some of the weaker Low-Rank Demigod even showed a hint of respect, which made people sigh with emotion.
In the Transcendent world, strength ultimately speaks for itself.
Age and seniority are completely worthless.
In fact, the younger the strong, the more sought after they are, because this symbolizes their terrifying potential.
The combat prowess Lancelot displayed, along with his own level of cultivation, made it clear to anyone with a modicum of common sense that, as long as he didn't die, his ascension to the Peak Demigod was almost a certainty—a sure-fire Pillar of the Nation.
If you don't make a concerted effort to build a good relationship with them now, when will you?
Later on, even the two High-Rank Demigod, Wind Rider Keluoduo and Nether King Panna, came to greet Lancelot. The reason why Mechanical Bishop Belotti did not come was because he was busy repairing the spatial rifts that appeared in various parts of the Sand Sea Demiplane.
With the departure of the Blue Dragon Clan, this demiplane, which had been developed to a very high standard, had become the spoils of war for the Crimson Alliance, and they absolutely could not give it up.
Once transformed, it will become an excellent logistics base, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It can even be transformed into a war fortress, and with the help of the power of the demiplane's origin, its power will even surpass that of the Ancient Guta Federation's "Nebula Class" mothership.
In a sense, demiplanes are actually natural warship prototypes, but they are too few in number, hard to come by, and too difficult and expensive to modify, so their cost-effectiveness is not as good as that of the Nebula Class mothership.
Unfortunately, given the lack of technology, we can only hope to achieve Miracle through sheer force. Having a war fortress comparable to Nebula Class mothership is already quite an achievement; we shouldn't be so picky.