Leaving aside the enormous impact of Logo's Robin Hood-like actions on the dimensional situation, a fierce battle is raging on Dragon Island in the south polar region of Planet Oklo.
The Crimson Alliance and the Sea Clan and True Dragon Clan are old rivals. As soon as the war starts, they don't need to exchange words; they directly find their familiar adversaries and engage in fierce combat.
Beyond the clash of individual forces, the two armies also engaged in a bloody battle. The bio-engineered warriors, adult True Dragon, and Sea Clan warriors deployed by the Titan Fortress rushed towards each other, intersecting each other's formations to form a jagged, interlocking pattern. They clashed wildly, like two torrents crashing against each other, quickly turning the originally pure white environment blood red.
One by one, the resolute and spirited bio-warriors were torn to pieces in the clash with the Sea Dragon, turning into brilliant yet tragic blood flowers, beautiful yet extremely cruel.
On the flank of the battlefield, a Titan Fortress, besieged by countless Sea Clan, was covered in a blue-green corrosive liquid. It eventually collapsed and disintegrated, and in desperation, activated its self-destruct program, exploding with a deafening roar. Countless fragments were thrown in all directions, killing countless warriors from both sides.
The other Titan Fortress nearby, resembling a Komodo dragon, opened its gaping maw, revealing bright, magma-like patterns on its neck. Then, a thick, dark red beam of annihilation energy erupted from it, leaving a trail of magma thousands of meters wide and seemingly endless in its wake. Tens of thousands of the Sea Clan warriors and over a dozen adult True Dragon were instantly killed, reduced to charred remains, leaving countless others severely wounded.
Titan Fortress also vary in strength. Clearly, this Titan Fortress, which closely resembles the Komodo Lava giant lizard, is among the best of its kind. Not only can it mass produce troops and generate bio-warriors that can launch fire attacks, but its individual combat capabilities are also comparable to those of High-Rank Demigod.
As the overall commander of this battle, Marshal Huomu of the Alliance is a veteran with extremely rich war experience. Although he is only an ordinary Mid-Rank Transcendent Individual, his superb ability to command large armies makes his role in the Crimson Alliance no less important than that of several Pillar of the Nation.
After the God-Creation Project failed, the Ashes Organization's sabotage caused the Alliance's central government to lose contact with external forces. It was this old marshal who volunteered, leading a few trusted confidants, and risked great danger to leave Planet Oklo. He made contact with several main fleets, greatly stabilizing the external situation and preserving the army's manpower. This enabled the Alliance to quickly organize a counterattack, recover lost territory, and restore its prestige after resolving the K11 Virus and stabilizing the situation on the Crimson Continent, preventing the situation from deteriorating further.
Such achievements are enough to demonstrate the old marshal's ability. At this moment, under the command of this veteran general, nearly a hundred Titan Fortress and his massive bio-army seem to have been combined into an Iron Fist, moving with ease and striking wherever he points. This remarkable flexibility makes one admire the old marshal's effortless command ability.
In comparison, the Sea Dragon Alliance's military commanders, in terms of both experience and ability, were far inferior to Marshal Huomu. In a very short time, this Sea Clan commander Akensa Akensar realized the enormous and irreparable gap between the two sides.
Akensa, on the other hand, was a decisive person. Since he couldn't beat you in military command, he would Destruction your opponent physically.
If I can't handle the battlefield situation, surely I can handle you, you old geezer?!
Thus, at Akensa's behest, thousands of the Sea Clan assassins charged toward Marshal Huomu from all directions.
Some of these assassins merged into the seawater, some leaped in the shadows, and others directly located the aura from a distance, attempting to transfer the damage to the old marshal through self-harm and causal abilities.
Marshal Huomu's fatal flaw was that he was simply too weak. With only the strength of a mid-level Mid-Rank Transcendent, it could be said that many powerful figures on the battlefield could easily crush him with a single finger.
However, to the astonishment of these assassins, including Akensa himself, all their planned assassinations failed completely. They didn't even get to see Marshal Huomu, let alone assassinate him; it was simply absurd.
Unbeknownst to Akensa, standing beside Huomu at that moment was a refined-looking spellcaster dressed in a Mage's robe, named Hefeisi.
That's right, it's Hefeisi, Elven's disciple, a high-ranking member of the Spellcaster Association.
Logically speaking, Hefeisi shouldn't get involved in the affairs of the Elven Plane. He hadn't intended to interfere anyway, lest he be warned by the association.
Just now, Hefeisi received a message from Tuhazhen, the Void City. In his message, Tuhazhen 'tactfully' expressed his 'friendly' greetings to the two Primordial God, and then hung up the phone.
At first glance, it seems as if Tuhazhen's connection with Hefeisi is merely a way of criticizing Diorus and Pontoriel, but Hefeisi, having lived for so many years, surely understands the underlying meaning of this powerful figure.
It wasn't easy to say it outright, but the implication was that Hefeisi was subtly helping the indigenous civilization of the Elven Plane, while simultaneously sowing discord between the two evil gods.
For anyone else, there really wouldn't be such a reason, but Hefeisi's identity was so special that he had an excuse to fob off the association's higher-ups.
Now that the association has the backing of Void City Tuhazhen, there's nothing to be afraid of, so they're going to lay their cards on the table.
I'm not pretending anymore. I'm going to help the natives of the Elven Plane, so what?
Of course, unless absolutely necessary, the seasoned Hefeisi didn't want to be exposed to the spotlight too quickly, so he quietly protected Grand Marshal Huomu in order to get closer to Lancelot, the Earth Guardian. Clearly, compared to Logo, who was more famous now, Hefeisi valued Lancelot more.
This is not surprising. The title and potential of the Earth Guardian are there for all to see, and there are too many comparable examples. As for Logo, as long as he does not break through to the God Level or become the leader of the Astral Realm, he will never truly stand out.
With a flick of his magic wand, Hephaestus unleashed a beam of icy blue magical light, freezing to death a Sea Clan assassin with indigo scales lurking in the dimensional rift. Hefeisi didn't even blink, continuing to watch the battlefield on the other side— Lancelot's battlefield.
As Hefeisi watched, a look of amazement unconsciously appeared in his eyes. "As expected of the Legend Earth Guardian of the Earth, his growth is too fast, and his combat power is unparalleled among those of the same level. He is not even at the Peak Demigod level yet, but he can easily defeat most of the Peak Demigod in the Elven Plane. When he reaches this level, won't he be invincible below the God Level?!"
Undoubtedly, even though Hefeisi was prepared, he was still amazed by Lancelot's combat prowess. He became even more satisfied with his decision. Befriending the Earth Guardian who hadn't yet grown up was indeed the most worthwhile investment. Perhaps the opportunity for him to break through to God Level in the future would fall on Lancelot's shoulders.
In light of this, Hefeisi became even more diligent in protecting Marshal Huomu, much to the Marshal's astonishment. The old marshal's opinion of Hefeisi skyrocketed; he was truly a good man!
In the enclosed battlefield, Lancelot outnumbered more than a dozen Demigod True Dragon, including the strongest Dragon Clan chief, Aositing.
This is not an exaggeration; it is a true physical encirclement.
At some point, Lancelot's body split into dozens of parts, each of which looked like an illusion, yet was capable of launching various attacks. Moreover, all the offensive skills he unleashed were real and possessed high-intensity damage, which greatly shocked the Demigod True Dragon participating in the battle.
What's even more amazing is that Lancelot's clones each have different abilities. Some transform into flames, weaving through the dragon horde. Wherever they go, dragon scales suddenly burst into flames, emitting multicolored flames. Dragon scales that could originally withstand continuous bombardment from shipborne particle cannons were ignited in large numbers, turning into scorching streams of fire that dripped down, causing many True Dragon to howl in pain.
There were also clones that stretched out their hands, manipulated a powerful electromagnetic field, grabbed the tail of a True Dragon, and used it like a whip, sweeping it left, right, up, and down. Because the True Dragon's body was still burning with flames, it looked like a flaming hammer, with considerable destructive power. Wherever it passed, it smashed True Dragon away.
These clones, each displaying unique abilities, all possess terrifying combat power, leaving the True Dragon utterly perplexed.
In reality, this is the combat system that Lancelot gradually developed.
The Undying Holy Spirit's Innovation Skill allowed him to unite his soul and body, enabling him to control his body at the most microscopic level.
At the same time, the Guardian Blade, Miracle quality equipment Steel Feather Cloak, is essentially composed of particles, which is why it can "Replication" everything and change in countless ways.
Therefore, Lancelot's best method for using the Steel Feather Cloak in battle is to fuse every particle into every cell and every Undying Holy Soul, thereby achieving "unity of man, weapon, and soul."
In this way, Lancelot himself, to some extent, also possessed the ability to transform.
He could even assign his various talents to different clones, controlling them precisely to unleash terrifying combat power, preventing these powerful abilities from crowding together and only being able to contribute partially during battle.
In this way, Lancelot's fighting style becomes more versatile, and he is able to fully unleash all his potential power. The only drawback might be that it consumes too much energy.
However, with the Steel Feather Cloak as a backup hidden energy source, Lancelot's energy is at least sufficient for now. Besides, even if it's not enough, it's not a problem. He can simply create a [Energy Black Hole] clone to take hits and thus absorb the enemy's energy. There's always a way to overcome difficulties. Can a living person really be driven to despair by needing to pee?
"This guy is strong, even more troublesome than rumored!" Aositing muttered to himself as he withstood the attacks of Lancelot's main body, who was wielding the "Dragon Hunting Spear."
He wasn't seriously injured, and even managed to put pressure on Lancelot from time to time. After all, he was a Peak Demigod, and with the help of the Immortal Demigod "Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor" inherited from the True Dragon Clan, his defense was off the charts. Even the "Dragon Hunting Spear" specially Replication by Steel Feather Cloak couldn't do anything to Aositing.
Unfortunately, while Aositing was unharmed, the other Demigod True Dragon gradually began to falter.
Faced with an indestructible being that could absorb their attacks and replenish their energy, the Demigod True Dragon grew increasingly desperate, seeing no glimmer of hope for victory. The initial fervor of the battle had long since vanished, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads.
Aositing sensed this growing pessimism and immediately became alert. He understood that things couldn't continue like this; changes had to be made, otherwise, once morale collapsed, everything would be over.
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Aositing activated "Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor" with all his might. His body began to radiate extreme brilliance, and waves of energy flowed around his body like a tsunami, as if he were covered with layers of neon lights, making him look magnificent.
Click click click~!!
Amidst a clattering sound of metal striking metal, the Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor suddenly detached from Aositing's body. After countless scales arranged and combined, they formed more than a dozen smaller sets of scale armor, which were then placed on all the Demigod True Dragon participating in the battle, enhancing their defensive capabilities.
Immortal Demigod, even if its power is divided into more than a dozen parts, each part is not much weaker than an ordinary Legend Demigod.
In an instant, the physical strength of all the Demigod True Dragon surged, and their defense soared. The few True Dragon that were originally in imminent danger immediately straightened up. After realizing that there was no danger, they shouted "Long live the Dragon Clan race" and launched a counterattack against Lancelot's many clones.
"Heh, so it can be divided into smaller portions. This ability is quite similar to my Steel Feather Cloak. It seems this is your source of confidence?" Lancelot held the Dragon Hunting Spear, his gaze sweeping across the room, his tone indifferent, showing no panic despite the reversal of the situation.
Aositing lowered his body and let out a deep dragon roar, "Radiance of Holy Light, now retreat, and my race will pretend nothing happened. You don't want to see a mutually destructive situation, do you?"
"A lose-lose situation? Hah, you overestimate yourself! Also, this Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor is quite nice, I've got my eye on it..."
"What?!" Aositing was furious. Before he could say anything, his vision was completely filled with golden light.
A burst of golden energy erupted forth, and the Dragon Hunting Spear thrust out countless times in an extremely short time, to the point that the spear itself seemed to disappear, leaving only a seemingly slow, yet incredibly fast, beam of light.
"Scale Shield!"
Faced with Lancelot's Berserk attack, a golden glint flashed in Aositing's eyes. The core of the Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor was still on his body, and the dragon scales fluttered, transforming into a shield in front of him. His head was slightly lowered, hiding all his vital parts behind the dragon scale shield.
After a series of attacks, Lancelot suddenly stopped. The Dragon Hunting Spear had disappeared from his hand at some point, replaced by a dense array of golden dots surrounding Aositing.
"The Alternate Space Prison is complete!"
As Lancelot clasped his hands together, a blinding light burst forth from Aositing's body, and countless intricate lines and energy nodes suddenly appeared, like twinkling stars in the night sky.
A golden, prismatic crystal, ten thousand meters in diameter and seemingly reaching the heavens and the earth, appeared on the spatial battlefield.
The Dragon Clan Chieftain, Aositing, was imprisoned within.
Aositing lowered his eyelids, scanning the surrounding space, which was rapidly solidifying as if it were freezing.
Attacks attempting to save his kin would noticeably deflect upon the crystal, some even refracting back and causing massive explosions in mid-air, but none could penetrate the golden prism.
"Spatial confinement, energy refraction, electromagnetic field... This is Rune Array? How could you set up Rune Array?" Aositing's face was extremely ugly, and a layer of dull gray seemed to have been added to the golden scales.
"Heh, do you think I don't know about the existence of the Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor?" Lancelot chuckled knowingly.
"You deliberately diverted most of your forces to attack my people in order to distract me!" Aositing's pupils contracted, finally seeing through Lancelot's plan.
"Correct, but... there's no reward..." Lancelot chuckled, slowly raising his palm towards the other terrified True Dragon. "This Rune Array is enough to trap you for quite some time. During that time, they will all die!"