On the vast plains, a magnificent giant city sat on the horizon. The city walls, cut from black bricks and stones, shimmered with a metallic luster. The colossal city was immense, with towering and exquisitely crafted buildings. The city walls stretched endlessly, extending all the way to the horizon. This magnificent giant city resembled an unparalleled colossal beast crouching on the plains.
It exuded a majestic sense of oppression.
A brilliant azure halo emerged from the central palace of the giant city, shining brightly. This giant city was precisely the ancestral land of the Fish-Dragon Clan. The news of the Battle of Pingyan City spread, shocking many powerful clans.
Many Saint-level experts, and even Half-step Immortals, were terrified by the circulating news.
Four powerful Saints were directly killed without even a struggle or a scream.
Such methods were unheard of in this realm.
Even if a Half-step Immortal-level expert attacked, a Saint would still have a chance to resist.
If their cultivation secret arts were powerful enough, a Saint might even be able to turn the tide.
Yet, that mysterious expert slaughtered them directly, making the Saints seem worse than stray dogs on the side of the road.
If they encountered that mysterious expert, their fate would likely be no better.
Aside from the four Saints, many other experts who had gone along were also slaughtered one by one. Their corpses were loaded onto treasure ships and sent back. Those bloody and terrifying ships full of corpses challenged the nerves of many powerful clans. The other party declared war on these powerful clans with an extremely arrogant and presumptuous attitude.
"Retrieve the Immortal Artifacts and exterminate the human race."
"How dare they humiliate our Turtle Clan? We must not let them off."
Some powerful clans involved in the Pingyan City incident had experts step forward, declaring their intent to retaliate. They vowed to bathe the human race of this realm in blood and restore their prestige. The Fish-Dragon Clan also reacted strongly to this.
Many experts emerged from their seclusion, preparing to launch an attack on Pingyan City.
Of course, before that, they still needed to receive orders from the old clan leader of the Fish-Dragon Clan before they could act. The center of the giant city was the ancestral land where the old clan leader resided.
Here, they enshrined the Immortal Artifacts bestowed by their ancestors who had ascended to the Immortal Realm.
Immortal Artifacts were the foundation of the top powerful clans and major forces in this realm, capable of protecting their continuous good fortune.
Even if they entered a period of decline, they would still have a chance to rise again.
In the ancestral land, palaces stood in clusters, each grand and magnificent, enveloped in endless auspicious light.
Many powerful individuals were in seclusion and slumber here. They also reared many rare and exotic beasts and precious medicinal herbs. The spiritual energy was dense, almost materializing.
cultivating here for a single day was equivalent to several years in the outside world. The power of the Fish-Dragon Clan was imaginable, being one of the strongest races in this realm.
Even in the Immortal Realm, they held a place.
"My name is Balong, my name is Balong."
"I am His warrior, I am His will, I am His servant."
"No, I am Balong, I am Balong."
"In the presence of the Emperor, all beings unwilling to yield shall unite by His side."
"Forgive me, merciful Emperor. He is all salvation, He is the enlightenment of destiny."
"The blue sun, it radiates golden and green light."
"I am Balong, I am Balong."
The Fish-Dragon Clan expert, whose life had been spared by Youen, muttered to himself.
One moment he cried, the next he laughed.
From time to time, he would hum strange languages.
Several top experts escorting Balong to the ancestral land of the Fish-Dragon Clan shook their heads and sighed upon seeing this scene.
Balong, who was once arrogant and always claimed he could become an immortal, had gone mad.
After escaping from Pingyan City, he became deranged, losing his former unruly demeanor.
One could imagine the immense blow he suffered in Pingyan City.
Initially, he thought this would be a smooth mission.
With four Saints appearing together, their power boundless, taking down Pingyan City, which was only protected by an old woman, seemed absolutely secure.
Many experts even thought it was overkill.
Who would have thought such an unforeseen event would occur?
They escorted this pitiful clansman to the depths of the ancestral land. That was where the Fish-Dragon Clan leader cultivated and secluded himself. They ventured deep, passing countless magnificent halls emanating terrifying auras.
Within each hall slumbered Fish-Dragon Clan prodigies. These prodigies were in seclusion, cultivating to ascend to the Immortal Realm.
As they passed by those halls, they were always scanned by the divine sense of their owners.
Balong muttered to himself the entire way, and his words were naturally heard by those cultivating experts.
But no one paid any attention.
Who would care about the ramblings of a madman?
Balong was escorted by those few experts to the deepest part of the palace complex.
It was still an incredibly magnificent hall, enveloped in countless rays of light, like an immortal realm. The clan leader and several elders sat at the high end of the hall. Their bodies were tall and mighty, with a pair of antlers on their heads, long whiskers floating in the air at the corners of their mouths, and faint golden dragon scales on their exposed skin. Their eyes had also become vertical pupils, shining brightly, like flames burning. The cultivation path of the Fish-Dragon Clan was to transform from fish into true dragons.
In the later stages of cultivation, they would increasingly resemble dragons, and after experiencing the final tribulation, they would transform into true dragons and ascend to the Immortal Realm.
"Balong," the clan leader softly rebuked, and terrifying radiance appeared on the pitiful Fish-Dragon Clan expert, restoring a bit of clarity to his confused mind. He looked at the clan leader in the hall and cried out, "No, how did I get here??"
Hearing this, several elders exchanged glances, and sorrow was visible in each other's eyes.
Balong was once one of the few outstanding prodigies of the Fish-Dragon Clan, with the potential to become an immortal.
Yet now he was deranged, not even knowing where he was!
The human race had gone too far.
Even if the Fish-Dragon Clan wanted to destroy Pingyan City and slaughter all the humans in it, they shouldn't have harmed their prodigy to this extent.
Even if those fellows lost, they would only become slaves, used as blood sacrifices and offerings.
What their Fish-Dragon Clan had lost was a prodigy capable of becoming an immortal!
"Tell us, what happened? Why didn't Tuyu, a Saint-level expert, return with you?"
"We had already broken through Pingyan City, and even the female Saint was secretly harmed by the humans we had bribed in advance, so the Immortal Slaying Flying Sword no longer posed a threat to us. Just as we thought victory was assured, a terrifying black-armored figure suddenly appeared."
Upon mentioning the black-armored figure, Balong trembled all over. That scene was too terrifying.
It was like hell.
Over the years, he had not been without life-and-death crises.
But the one in Pingyan City was definitely the most helpless and desperate moment.
He watched as that terrifying black-armored monster killed the experts who had fallen and couldn't escape, one by one.
Using the most ordinary methods, he slit their throats, leaving them to twitch on the ground, blood gushing from their wounds.
He watched those people reach out to cover their wounds, but blood continuously seeped through their fingers. Those desperate eyes were like cattle and horses being slaughtered, simply waiting for death to arrive.
"All those corpses were killed by him. The four Saints didn't even have time to resist before they were assassinated. He has a strange ability that can imprison our power, and the short sword in his hand is also very strange. If you are injured by that sword, you will lose all your power."
Balong recounted everything.
He even spoke of the strange words implanted in his mind. The clan leader and several elders listened to Balong's description, and couldn't help but be moved.
"One person killed so many of our experts, and you had no power to resist. Many experts either had their throats cut or their hearts gouged out." The clan leader also fell into deep thought. "It seems this guy is either extraordinarily powerful or possesses a secret treasure. This realm has limitations imposed by the laws of heaven and earth. Even if one enters this realm, no matter how strong they are, their power will be weakened and suppressed, otherwise they couldn't enter. I think it's more likely that he has a secret treasure in his hand that can suppress your cultivation."
"Clan leader, this grudge absolutely cannot be settled like this."
"That's right, whether for the prestige of the Fish-Dragon Clan or for that secret treasure, we must take action and meet that guy."
Several elders spoke up, strongly urging the clan leader.
"One who dares to offend the Fish-Dragon Clan naturally cannot be let off," the clan leader said with a majestic tone. "I will discuss with the other clans and activate the Immortal Artifacts of each clan to suppress that ignorant fellow."
Balong trembled violently a few times, then collapsed to the ground.
Several Fish-Dragon Clan experts rushed over, trying to help him up.
But Balong suddenly struck out, his entire body radiating divine light, and endless chaotic aura emerged.
A full-power strike pierced through the head of one expert.
He directly ground away the opponent's soul.
"Are you mad, Balong?"
"Killing a clansman, do you know what a grave crime this is?"
Several experts retreated in fear, their souls shaken by Balong's actions.
"All Xenomorph deserve to die," Balong's eyes burned with blood-red light, his expression frantic.
He was burning his own life to gain even more terrifying power.
"All alien species deserve to die, all deserve to die."
The deranged Balong suddenly lunged at the other Fish-Dragon Clan experts.
He immediately used his strongest secret art, gathering thousands of divine lights, transforming them into weapons, and instantly killed a clansman who tried to stop him with a single strike.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill all alien species!" Balong suddenly ripped off a clansman's arm.
Blood splattered onto his body from the wound, making him look like a fiend.
"Bastard, stop it!"
The old clan leader, who had reacted, decisively took action.
A terrifying dragon shape appeared behind him, emitting a dragon's roar. The old clan leader was only one final transformation away from becoming an immortal, a peak Half-step Immortal.
Dealing with Balong was naturally more than enough.
He stretched out a palm, which transformed into the size of a mountain, and pressed down on Balong.
Balong roared and raged, burning his life with all his might, but he could not break free from the clan leader's large hand and was suppressed by him.
Seeing Balong's frenzied state, the Fish-Dragon Clan leader unleashed a golden rune. Rays of light shot out, entering his body and causing him to fall unconscious.
After subduing Balong, the clan leader used his divine sense to carefully search him, finding no traces of soul control or enslavement spells.
Balong's soul was unharmed, and the protective restrictions in his mind were intact.
"What's going on? Why did Balong suddenly go mad?"
Several elders also took action, trying to find the cause.
But they found no clues either.
Balong had no problems. There were no signs of his soul or memory being tampered with.
"Perhaps..." The clan leader was about to voice his conjecture, that the blow he suffered in Pingyan City was too great, causing Balong to go mad and eventually completely collapse.
Before he could finish, several guards of the ancestral land rushed in anxiously. The leading commander said in horror, "Clan leader, elders, it's bad! Riots have broken out in the city. Many Fish-Dragon Clan prodigies are shouting slogans like 'all alien species deserve to die' and are wantonly slaughtering people in the city, not even sparing children."
Upon hearing this, the faces of several elders and the clan leader immediately turned to fear. They ordered people to guard Balong and then walked out of the palace.
At this moment, the screams from the ancestral city of the Fish-Dragon Clan were piercing and incessant. There were riots and massacres everywhere.
All the experts who should have been in seclusion had emerged, fighting each other, and even rushing to the outer city to slaughter their own clansmen.
One prodigy was glowing all over, runes swimming around his entire body like tadpoles.
With casual strikes, he unleashed powerful and destructive secret arts.
He wantonly slaughtered his own kin. The ordinary Fish-Dragon Clan members and soldiers had terrified expressions, their eyes filled with despair and indignation as they looked at their attackers. These prodigies, who normally swore to protect them, were now turning on them. The prodigy sneered, casually forming a hand seal that conjured a great sun, erupting with terrifying light and aura.
A group of women and children cried, desperately fleeing. The precious technique in his hand fell, exploding violently in the midst of the women and children. The terrifying power instantly vaporized the women and children in the center, while those nearby were sent flying, many commoners of the Fish-Dragon race torn to pieces or reduced to pulp.
"All Xenomorph should be killed," the prodigy said coldly, descending to hunt down his still-living kin one by one. Those tragic scenes failed to stir his cold, iron-like heart.
In his eyes, these kinsmen were no longer kin, but variants that had to be eliminated.
More prodigies were fighting, not only killing ordinary kinsmen but also other prodigies who had taken action.
It was as if everyone was an enemy except themselves.
Eerie sounds and languages were shouted from the mouths of the frenzied individuals, forming a strange rhythm. The old patriarch of the Fish-Dragon race detected something amiss from that mysterious rhythm. The enemy's malicious intent in deliberately releasing Balong was revealed here. There must be something wrong with Balong. The enemy possessed an undetectable method that twisted Balong's mind, waiting for the right moment to erupt.
Balong was now a source of plague. The strange words he mumbled twisted the minds of other kinsmen.
Making them go mad, ultimately leading to this great riot.
"Don't listen to those sounds!" The old patriarch shouted loudly, warning the guards and elders not to listen to the strange rhythm, but it was already too late. The meme virus developed by the Imperium, specifically for annihilating enemies, had a strange amplification effect. The more enemies infected, the stronger the rhythm formed, even resonating in the sub-space and infecting transcendent beings.
If there were powerful individuals in seclusion cultivating at this moment, they would surely hear that strange rhythm vibrating in the sub-space.
One of the elders went mad and slapped another elder. That palm strike was infinitely powerful, shattering the other's head directly, even tearing their divine soul to pieces. The other elders also fell into chaos, attacking their fellow tribesmen.
Cold light gleamed in every eye, emotionless and filled with killing intent. That strange rhythm was like a daemonic sound, implanted into their minds, silently poisoning all their memories and thoughts, encouraging them to make the "correct" choices.
Everyone was on a killing spree, aiming to eradicate the "variants."
The disaster came so suddenly, plunging countless members of the Fish-Dragon race into despair. They didn't understand the root cause of all this chaos; they could only see many powerful individuals fighting among themselves, and incidentally, slaughtering them too.
Cruel and ruthless, even children were not spared; they sought to completely exterminate their own race. The patriarch of the Fish-Dragon race realized something was wrong. He repelled several elders, returned to the tribal land, and retrieved the immortal artifact. The rules of heaven and earth did not permit immortal artifacts to appear in this realm. The backlash would obliterate the user and even shatter the immortal artifact.
However, it was not impossible to use it briefly through a secret technique. The Fish-Dragon race's guardian immortal artifact was a pagoda. As soon as it was taken from the array, it erupted with dazzling, eye-piercing Dao light that illuminated the sky. The pagoda was forged from seven-colored divine crystals, its entire body wreathed in rainbow light, with mist steaming around it.
It had a total of nine layers, and on each layer, a deity chanted the true meaning of the Great Dao, narrating the secrets of ancient times and space. The patriarch of the Fish-Dragon race took out the immortal artifact, but his mind momentarily wavered.
Various thoughts appeared in his mind, giving him an urge to kill all the variants.
But a moment later, he woke up with a start.
His divine sense swept through his soul, finding no abnormality whatsoever.
With the immortal artifact in hand, if he were being manipulated, it would surely have given a warning.
"Damn it, what kind of method is this? Even the immortal artifact can't protect me. It seems I must act quickly and eliminate the source of all this to solve the problem."
Realizing that he himself was also affected, the patriarch of the Fish-Dragon race no longer delayed.
He walked out with the immortal artifact, preparing to first suppress all his tribesmen, then head straight to Pingyan City to kill the mysterious black-armored creature and resolve this great disaster.
At first, it went smoothly, but the more he suppressed, the more the old patriarch felt that the prodigies and kinsmen he once found pleasing were so ugly and disgusting. They were all variants that deserved to be killed. The chaotic thoughts also made it difficult to control the power of the immortal artifact effectively.
With just a slight loss of control, a mere wisp of its aura caused a prodigy to instantly explode, turning into a pile of mangled flesh.
An immense sense of pleasure immediately surged within the old patriarch's heart.
A voice continuously told him to exterminate the variants, that only by exterminating the variants could he be worthy of It. The old patriarch was enduring with a strong will, fighting against those strange thoughts, his heart filled with bitterness and irritation.
It was like a beautiful female Fish-Dragon seductively posing in front of him, but he was willing yet powerless, unable to enjoy the beauty within.
After killing that prodigy, he felt a joy akin to returning to his youth, galloping on the backs of many beautiful female Fish-Dragons. The old patriarch's will, like a bar of soap in water, slid smoothly into the abyss.
He no longer had any qualms, unleashing his full cultivation and activating the immortal artifact to begin a massacre.
How terrifying was the immortal artifact? The old patriarch poured all his power into it, causing it to revive.
Only immortal light shone brilliantly, outshining the sun, moon, and stars, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Immeasurable divine power emerged, and terrifying chaotic aura crushed the ten heavens and nine earths.
Heaven and earth rioted, and the entire world seemed as if it were about to collapse.
Countless chains of order appeared, then shattered, as if the entire world was about to be overturned.
Countless thick bolts of lightning appeared. They engulfed the ancestral city of the Fish-Dragon race. The order of heaven and earth resisted the revival of the immortal artifact.
When the ancient sages created the various realms, they established rules, defining the power limit of each world.
Using an immortal artifact in such a small world was absolutely forbidden.
It would trigger divine punishment.
Even the immortal artifact would be shattered. The old patriarch, already resonating with that strange rhythm, was completely fearless.
He fully activated the immortal artifact, resisting the divine punishment.
At the same time, he began a massacre, clearing out all the "variants."
The immortal artifact vibrated with infinite power; even a mere wisp of its aura crushed the low-level cultivators.
Under the old patriarch's activation, even Saint-level experts ultimately shattered into dust.
Under his madness, the entire giant city turned to ashes. The once powerful race was completely annihilated.
In the end, only the deranged old patriarch walked out, holding the cracked immortal artifact to slaughter other "variants."
He no longer cared for his own life or the immortal artifact that suppressed his race's destiny.
His mind held only one thought: to slaughter the variants.
Countless members of the Fish-Dragon race died without understanding why their own people were killing each other!!
Meanwhile, chaos was also erupting in other areas. The races that had already activated and revived their immortal artifacts were also experiencing great turmoil. The strange whispers of the survivors who returned also affected them, causing those powerful individuals to go mad and even activate grand arrays to annihilate their own tribesmen.
Millions of lives in the great city turned to ashes; everywhere lay rubble and broken corpses.
Some beings cried out in despair, wanting to awaken those powerful individuals.
But they were directly annihilated, leaving no bones behind. Towards the end of the slaughter, it was those few top powerhouses, wielding immortal artifacts, who were clashing and fighting.
With the aid of immortal artifacts, they fought until the heavens and earth changed color. The land sank, vast mountain ranges were leveled, and even space-time shattered, creating countless turbulent flows that made the already broken world even more fragmented. The war only ended when the order between heaven and earth shattered the immortal artifacts and obliterated the deities within them. That strange rhythm also reached a climax in the sub-space, stirring up terrifying ripples and storms.
If not for the special rules of this universe, such slaughter would surely have given birth to a powerful daemon.
Pingyan City.
While a bloody storm raged outside,
Reconstruction was underway here. The dead had been laid to rest. The injured received treatment, and the common people returned to normal life. The pain was slowly healed with the passage of time.
At the entrance of the sprawling Lord's Manor, the newly sewn Imperial Double-Headed Eagle banner was already hoisted.
Under Yorn's instructions, some people began to promote the Emperor and encouraged others to take up arms, preparing to fight for the Emperor.
Yorn, meanwhile, was busy gathering intelligence. The released proton probes continuously transmitted external images back, while also storing the collected data information. This information would eventually be handed over to the Mechanicus for evaluation.
So that the Mechanicus could continue to improve the meme virus.
Yorn was also using the meme virus formally for the first time.
Considering its destructive nature, the Imperium generally did not permit the use of such powerful weapons.
From the transmitted images, Yorn could feel the terrifying power of the meme virus.
It could easily make those enemies fight among themselves.
Achieving surgical-strike level precise extermination. The meme virus itself had no lethality and was not an application of transcendent power.
Instead, it was something that disrupted self-cognition. The structure of the universe is extremely complex.
A person's cognition is determined by many factors.
Many people believe that will is free.
If one is willing to observe carefully, they will find that there is no freedom at all.
No sentient being can escape the interference of the environment.
In a hot environment, one desires to go to a cold environment.
In a cold environment, one desires to go to a warm environment.
Even if it's not fatal, as long as the environment makes people uncomfortable, they will subconsciously try to escape.
If they cannot escape, they will become agitated, even lose control.
Aside from the environment, people are also influenced by their memories and the opinions of others.
So-called free will is merely a judgment made based on existing information. This is where the meme virus is so powerful.
It does not directly harm the host.
It merely causes errors in the host's cognition. The transcendent abilities of those native variants found no abnormalities.
It's not that divine sense, detection techniques, and other investigative methods were backward and thus couldn't detect the meme virus.
It's because any detection method must be based on the user believing that something is harmful or beneficial to them in order to be effective.
If the user believes that something poses no threat to them, then scanning with divine sense a million times is useless.
Because the ultimate decision-making power lies with the user. They don't recognize the meme, nor do they think there's anything wrong with their minds, nor do they believe there's anything wrong with their actions!!
Once infected with the meme virus, infected individuals often believe they are normal, and those who say they are not normal are the ones who are not normal. This is the terrifying aspect of the meme virus.
All sentient beings are the same in lacking self-awareness. They always strive to prove that they are right and others are wrong.
"Very good." Yorn, who orchestrated all of this, watched the transmitted scenes, nodded, and was very satisfied. Those variants were using their transcendent abilities to fight among themselves.
Some powerful sub-space constructs were also used as weapons by them. Their chaotic battle affected many areas, with corpses and wreckage everywhere. Those few powerful races were completely annihilated, and the slightly weaker forces and races also suffered heavy casualties. The ones who acted were their own people. The meme virus developed by the Mechanicus proved to be unexpectedly effective.
A racial extermination was accomplished so easily.
Unfortunately, the meme virus is not invincible. This meme virus, which can easily infect even half-step immortal-level powerhouses, is also very simple to deal with.
As long as memories are deleted and those strange words and rhythms are completely erased, the meme virus can be kept out. The problem is, the style of this universe emphasizes brute force.
It champions the supremacy of power.
It believes that as long as one's fists are hard and terrifying enough, they can solve all problems.
As long as the fist is big enough, everything else is just for show. They will pay an extremely heavy price for this belief.
Shi Tian and the others also learned about everything that happened from the information transmitted from the outside world. This chaos can be called the most terrifying disaster in the history of this realm. Those powerful clans slaughtered each other, fighting until the sky and earth blurred, and even the immortal artifacts shattered. Those who remained, even if they didn't die, wouldn't amount to anything significant.
Humanity will flourish greatly in this realm. Their gazes towards Yorn became increasingly reverent.
Even without understanding why these powerful clans slaughtered each other, they knew it was the work of this imperial envoy. Those powerful clans all had immortal artifacts guarding them; even a daemon Venerable would find it difficult to manipulate them into mutual slaughter.
Yet, the other party could do it with ease.
Shi Tian and the others grew even more awestruck by the Emperor, who only existed in Yorn's accounts.
Beings capable of easily slaying Saints and Half-Immortal Sages were merely insignificant members of the Imperium. Then, to what terrifying extent had the Emperor, who controlled the entire empire, reached?
Shi Tian felt that this Emperor would not be inferior to the legendary Heavenly Emperors. The Fish-Dragon Clan's ancestral city was destroyed, and its clansmen were almost entirely wiped out. The old patriarch and other strong individuals perished in battle, and even the clan's immortal artifact shattered due to excessive use and heavenly retribution.
Such a situation naturally drew the attention of the ancestors in the Immortal Realm above.
Although they had already become immortals, they had not completely severed ties with the lower realm.
Clan destiny was also very helpful for their realm.
If the clan prospered and occupied more small worlds, their cultivation would also proceed more smoothly.
If the clan suffered heavy losses, its destiny would plummet. The Fish-Dragon Clan had been operating in the Immortal Realm for a long time. Their influence was quite considerable. There were many immortal-level powerhouses, and even top-tier Half-Immortal King level powerhouses who held significant sway in this immortal domain.
If an Immortal King level powerhouse could be born, their clan could become one of the overlords of this immortal domain.
When the immortal-level powerhouse responsible for inspecting the lower realm saw the ruined ancestral city and the scattered corpses, he became enraged.
Who dared to destroy their lower realm orthodoxy, ruin their destiny, and be so reckless?
After reporting this news, the Fish-Dragon Clan powerhouses in the Immortal Realm used a secret technique to retrace the situation in the lower realm, only to discover that it was their own people killing each other.
A shocking battle also erupted between the various clans.
All the Half-Immortal Sages in the lower realm participated, fighting like mad until they died.
"This is too bizarre!! Why are these guys so crazy, fighting to the death? It doesn't make sense!!"
"There must be a problem, but they don't look like they were controlled by the daemonic path. Immortal artifacts have a master-protecting function; if they were controlled by the daemonic path, the immortal light enveloping them would naturally make them clear-headed."
"Could it be that they willingly slaughtered each other?"
Many immortal realm powerhouses discussed animatedly, but they couldn't find an answer. The images obtained from the retrospection were too bizarre.
Several stable clans that had existed for so many years. The strong individuals among them suddenly went mad, slaughtering all their clansmen. Then, they engaged in life-and-death battles with each other, fighting until immortal artifacts shattered and until they all fell.
What were they after?
For fun?
The more they thought about it, the more their hearts chilled!
Many powerhouses felt a chill in their hearts; all of this was too bizarre. The Fish-Dragon Ancestor, who had been in seclusion, emerged from the ancient land of slumber and resolved the confusion of many clansmen.
"It's those extraterrestrial daemons."
The Fish-Dragon Ancestor had already reached the peak of Half-Immortal King, just one step away from becoming an Immortal King.
What was strange was that this ancestor's body emitted a dark, ominous, and bizarre aura.
His entire body seemed to be melting, his facial features distorted, and seven or eight eyes blinked on his head.
Below the Immortal realm, there was nothing, but realms beyond Immortal would cause creatures to mutate, and the higher the realm, the more terrifying their appearance would become.
"Is that the voice echoing in the Spirit Realm?" asked an immortal-level powerhouse of the Fish-Dragon Clan.
Every cultivator who entered the Dao could immerse their mind in the Spirit Realm, absorb power, and evolve their own Dao and techniques.
However, recently, the Spirit Realm had become restless, with many terrifying illusions appearing.
A group of eerie beings, their appearances unclear, carrying golden two-headed eagle banners, slaughtered world after world.
All life was completely annihilated. The sorrow and grief contained within were unimaginable. The Immortal Realm referred to these eerie beings as extraterrestrial daemons. They had initially thought that these daemonic creatures were very far from the space-time where the Immortal Realm was located and would not interfere with them.
Who would have thought that these guys would actually appear?
Their methods were so bizarre; they could control minds without any spells, which was truly terrifying.
"Ancestor, what should we do then? Should we send some immortal-level powerhouses to the lower realm for revenge?"
A clansman asked the Fish-Dragon Ancestor for instructions.
"No need, those daemons are not something a few immortal-level powerhouses can deal with; going down would just be sending them to their deaths." The Fish-Dragon Ancestor shook his head, "Since the daemons dare to invade the lower realm, they will inevitably set their sights on the Immortal Realm soon. How can the Fish-Dragon Clan resist them alone? I will contact other powerful clans whose lower realm orthodoxies have also been destroyed, and ask them to gather the various sects and forces of the Eastern Desolate Immortal Domain with me to discuss how to resist the daemons."
"Even if those daemons are strong, there is no way they can defeat the countless immortal cultivators of the Eastern Desolate, especially since there is also a Quasi-Emperor level immortal mighty figure overseeing the Eastern Desolate. At that time, with the power of the Eastern Desolate Immortal Domain, revenge will be a simple matter."
Upon hearing this, many powerhouses began to flatter him.
"Old Ancestor is truly wise."
"Too amazing, this plan is simply flawless."
"At that time, those damned daemons will surely wish they were dead."
Vast mountains, Imperial Mountain Sect. The defensive formation shattered under the watchful eyes of numerous minotaurs.
Countless cannon fire rained down on the magnificent complex of buildings, setting off a series of explosions. The green-skinned daemons howled as they charged into the Imperial Mountain Sect.
Battles erupted everywhere.
Before charging into the enemy lines, He Bin looked outside the mountain gate.
As far as the eye could see, it was all green. The green-skinned daemons were endless.
Is this my death?
Is this the end of our race?
A desolate thought emerged in He Bin's mind as he swung his battle-axe and charged into the enemy lines. Terrifying power erupted with his roar, and a terrifying bloodlust surged into the sky.
Even if today was his last moment, he would fight until the last drop of blood was shed. These green-skinned daemons possessed a peculiar power.
Long-range spells inflicted little damage on them.
Most of the spells they released would be nullified by a faint green glow.
Fist-to-fist combat, fighting in melee with weapons, was the most effective way to kill them.
He Bin cleaved through the bodies of the green-skinned daemons, severing their heads.
An unusually strong and tall green-skinned daemon suddenly swung at He Bin, attempting to cut off his head.
He Bin rolled, dodging the terrifying blow.
He assessed his new opponent. The green-skinned daemon was clad in heavy iron armor, with teeth forged from raw iron welded to its mouth.
It wielded a gigantic cleaver, from which blood dripped continuously.
He Bin didn't know how many of his clansmen had died at the opponent's hands, and he charged forward in a rage.
He used his battle-axe to block the opponent's cleave, then punched the opponent's face, collapsing even their metal jaw.
As the opponent lost balance and retreated, He Bin swung his battle-axe and cut off the opponent's head. The head flew off.
It was crushed by the warring parties in the melee. The headless corpse twitched on the ground.
He Bin took a deep breath, intending to find his next target.
No matter what, he would take enough green-skinned daemons with him to death.
But when he turned around, his eyes widened in horror.
A green-skinned daemon as large as a mountain walked towards him.
Its head was a massive block of iron, with only a hint of red visible where its eyes should be.
Sharp tusks grew from its mouth, and when it roared softly, it sounded like a colossal beast from the primordial era.
Its heavy armor was fitted with weapons He Bin didn't recognize.
It walked over, and a metallic limb extended from its back, spewing azure flames.
He Bin watched as a clansman was touched by the tongue of fire, and his iron armor melted into molten iron.
His massive body burned to charcoal in a few seconds, emitting a foul stench.
He Bin charged forward with his battle-axe, intending to slay this terrifying daemon.
Scarface Tusk easily caught the strongest minotaur warrior.
He firmly gripped the opponent's limbs with his mechanical appendages.
Amidst the opponent's roars, Scarface Tusk slowly applied force, tearing him apart piece by piece.
Crimson blood dripped down.
His shattered corpse was casually tossed aside.
Whatever story this minotaur had, it no longer mattered.
He was dead.
His race was also slaughtered.
Everything had lost its meaning. The battle did not last long.
After the last minotaur's scream faded, there were no more cries of agony. This race was completely annihilated. The Orks looted their spoils of war, seizing all the spirit crystals, elixirs, weapons, and various equipment.
An Imperial two-headed eagle banner was planted in the ruins, declaring the world's ownership.
Scarface Tusk looked around, surrounded by excited ork boys.
With his rather inflexible mind, he contemplated where to launch an even grander WAAAGH next!!
A light screen suddenly appeared before him.
A human official in uniform appeared in the light screen window.
"Ork Warboss - Scarface Tusk , you have a new mission, prepare to depart. Your Emperor will also arrive soon."
"Another small world like this? Scarface Tusk is tired of such small worlds, they're not enough for a WAAAGH." Scarface Tusk said, looking at the human official in the window.
"Don't worry, this time you can fight to your heart's content. From one world to another, you will have countless enemies."
"Don't lie to me, human." Scarface Tusk's Gothic was remarkably standard, "These small-scale battles don't require me at all; it's a complete waste of my time."
Upon hearing this, the human official looked at Scarface Tusk and smiled.
"No one is lying to you; I'm even praying for you, you poor Ork Warboss, hoping you won't be slaughtered by those xenos the moment you land."
"No one can kill me." Scarface Tusk roared, "You will know Scarface Tusk's might; any enemy will be utterly crushed by me."
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