Each of those giant beasts was as massive as a moving mountain.
Forged from countless pieces of steel.
With cannons as large as palaces mounted on their arms. The beams of light they fired were seven or eight meters thick, carrying scorching high temperatures.
Even cultivators who had reached the Transformation Realm would find it difficult to survive such bombardment.
Devastating attacks bombarded the magic circle of Daluo Immortal Palace as those giant beasts arrived. The ground trembled. The palaces shook violently. The terrifying scene was like the end of the world.
Dust drifted down from unnoticed dead corners.
Some walls of the palaces at the edge of the magic circle were cracked by the tremors, and the radiant light covering the palaces flickered a few times before falling silent.
Without the cover of the radiant light, those grand palaces seemed to have been aged by time, looking very weathered and mottled.
Although the outer perimeter had fallen, the inner court of Daluo Holy Land still covered a vast area. There were eight mountain peaks with different inheritances, plus areas for alchemy, artifact refining, medicinal gardens, and more. The inner court area of Daluo Immortal Palace alone had a diameter of over fifty kilometers.
Coupled with the continuous mountain ranges, the spread-out area was larger than imagined.
Located in the center of these areas was the main peak of Daluo Immortal Palace.
Disciples who had retreated from the outer areas were gathered in every location. The elders of each peak directed disciples to defend the important areas and maintain the operation of the magic circles. The injured were sent to open spaces, and disciples who practiced healing magic were responsible for caring for and treating them. The Sect Master of Daluo Immortal Palace and other sect masters were in the main hall of the main peak, using the immortal artifact, the Sky-Peeking Mirror, to observe the situation on the entire battlefield.
Every sect master had a pale face, with fear and unease showing in their eyes. They had all imagined the terror of the extraterrestrial daemons.
But they had never imagined the enemy would be so powerful.
In such a short time, the outer areas were breached, and most of the floating islands were destroyed, with only a few smaller ones managing to retreat to the inner court area.
Four-tenths of the disciples had perished, including several elders. This was merely the data from the initial stage of the battle.
If things continued like this, the destruction of Daluo Immortal Palace was only a matter of time.
"These daemons are coming fiercely, and their methods are bizarre," the Sect Master of Pure Yang Holy Land said with worry in his tone. "Although our Daoist magic is powerful, they have protection from a special force on their bodies, greatly reducing the lethality of long-range attacks."
The subspace energy summoned by the treasure arts was like a wave.
It could easily crush cheese but couldn't crush a small stone.
While the range was large, the power would weaken accordingly. The green-skinned Orks were protected by the WAAAGH! field, which would decrease the long-range killing power of treasure arts. The larger the scale of the Orks, the greater the weakening of long-range attacks.
An earth-shattering secret technique encountering a sufficient scale of green-skinned Orks was like a gentle breeze.
As long as there were enough Orks, even Immortal Emperors could only roll up their sleeves and engage in close combat.
According to the living beings of this universe, the WAAAGH! field was also a power of law, capable of offsetting and distorting other laws. The Sect Master of Daluo Immortal Palace watched the giant beasts bombard the protective magic circle, his face filled with worry.
But he still suppressed his impulse and began to change direction, checking other areas. The sky had been blocked by the colossal structure; the sun, moon, and stars were all invisible, with only the light emanating from the surface of the gigantic structure visible. The ground had been shrouded in darkness, then illuminated by the light of artillery fire and Daoist magic. This was the apocalypse.
When the magic circle was breached, a desperate battle would await them. They couldn't win this war.
Everything they did was merely delaying their defeat.
A rumbling sound echoed, and terrifying figures walked along the grand avenues between the palaces. They were wreathed in the light of the five elements and chaotic energy. Their eyes were like blood moons. Those were the puppets Daluo Immortal Palace used to guard the sect. They were built in the likeness of native creatures.
Possessing four strong, steel-forged arms and a robust, burly body inscribed with complex runes. Those runes were now emitting brilliant light.
Driving the massive puppets to move like living beings. They took heavy steps, moving from their slumbering places towards the battlefield.
Standing on the front line, when the protective magic circle failed, they would directly face the extraterrestrial daemons. The core of the puppets was a crystal clear, exquisite pagoda made of tear-marked immortal crystals.
Utilizing the power of the pagoda to drive the enormous body. The pagoda constantly absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, feeding back into the vast puppet body. The longer the puppets were forged, the more unimaginable and terrifying their power became. These behemoths possessed terrifying power. Their strength had reached the limit of this realm.
Any stronger, and they would not be tolerated by the grand dao of heaven and earth. They were situated throughout Daluo Immortal Palace like sculptures.
Having guarded Daluo Holy Land for tens of thousands of years.
Now all awakened, under the control of the elders, they erupted with terrifying fluctuations, aiming to kill all invading enemies.
"Sword Array, rise!"
In the air, a furious roar came.
Hundreds of Daluo Immortal Palace disciples simultaneously formed hand seals, bursting with intense light.
Each of them controlled four flying swords.
Countless flying swords intertwined in the air.
Under the guidance of the elders, they formed a giant sword array.
Other disciples also formed arrays, preparing for a desperate fight.
Several sect masters surveyed the various parts of Daluo Immortal Palace.
All disciples were ready to fight to the death. They nervously watched the shimmering magic circle.
Every disciple knew in their hearts that when the magic circle broke, it would be the final battle. The magic circle protecting Daluo Immortal Palace came from the Immortal Realm and was powerful and terrifying, capable of blocking immortals.
It is said that this array was formed naturally during the creation of the world, and its patterns were captured by some great beings and perfected into the famous Yin-Yang Two Elements Array.
Yin and Yang complement each other, and the Five Elements are self-generated. This array contains the grand dao of heaven and earth, holds infinite laws, changes endlessly, and possesses unimaginable power.
Unfortunately, this Yin-Yang Two Elements Array was not indestructible.
Under the Orks' relentless bombardment, the Yin-Yang Two Elements Array flickered erratically, and the rotating Yin-Yang fish would occasionally pause.
With a loud explosion, one of the array feet maintaining the grand array exploded because it could not withstand the excessively fierce force of the bombardment.
No matter how strong the Yin-Yang Two Elements Array was, having lost an array foot, that area immediately lost its protection.
Large numbers of Orks seized the opportunity and swarmed in.
Scarface Tusk's Ork Boss, Gambler, hammered his massive weapon against a nearby heavy tank.
Making loud clanging metallic sounds.
He roared with his hoarse voice.
"Get 'em, lads, make these big monkeys cry!"
The Speed Freeks, riding their high-speed motorcycles, charged at the forefront, rushing towards Daluo Immortal Palace through the breach.
Various weapons were modified onto the motorcycles. Their styles were different, the only common point being that the caliber was large enough. The Orks' brains always followed one principle.
Big is best.
Big is the greatest.
"Kill the enemy!" A Daluo Immortal Palace elder roared, his beard bristling, and he swung the long swords in his four arms. "Today we fight to the death and do not retreat; protect my Daluo Immortal Palace!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Killing cries shook the heavens, and countless disciples urged their flying swords to kill the extraterrestrial daemons. The Speed Freeks crashed headfirst into the sword array suspended in the sky.
As soon as they made contact, it was a life-and-death struggle. The sword array rotated, and countless sword qi that tore through the sky flew out, destroying everything in the world. There were also powerful treasure arts, constantly manifesting suns and moons, shrouding the area in laws, shaking the ground, and creating vast impact craters.
Laser emitters flickered continuously, and the roar of guns and cannons was incessant.
Bodies piled up like mountains, quickly covering the ground.
A scorched smell filled the air, wreckage and shattered corpses were everywhere, and dead people were all around. The Orks advanced step by step, destroying the palaces and disrupting the nodes of the magic circles.
In the sky, giant beams of light appeared one after another; once they landed, they could turn an area of several miles into barren scorched earth. The daemons were completely indifferent to the lives and deaths of their own kind, bombarding relentlessly, seeking only to break through, completely disregarding casualties. The senior disciple of Daluo Immortal Palace, leading many fellow disciples, fought fiercely, using a palace built on a spiritual vein to block the enemy.
He was the chief disciple of the Sect Master of Daluo Immortal Palace and the future sect master.
Based on his talent, he was already qualified to go to the Immortal Realm.
But out of righteousness, he chose to stay in this realm and let his second junior brother go to the Immortal Realm. This noble and selfless act, not fearing death and seeking only righteousness, won the recognition of many disciples of Daluo Immortal Palace.
If nothing unexpected happened, it was inevitable that the senior disciple would succeed the Sect Master's position.
"All disciples, listen to my command! Do not retreat half a step! We will defend Lingxian Palace!"
The senior disciple of Daluo Immortal Palace spoke forcefully and clearly. This invigorated countless disciples, as if they had found their backbone.
Inside Lingxian Palace, many injured and unable to fight disciples were even more emotional.
"Senior Disciple is mighty!"
"I want to have your children, Senior Disciple!"
In this life, they would only follow the senior disciple.
In the future, if the senior disciple told them to go east, they would never go west; even if he told them to go through a mountain of swords or a sea of fire, they would not hesitate in the slightest. Those green-skinned daemons swarmed forward. They destroyed everything in their path: the exquisite murals, the glowing palaces, and all sorts of rare flowers and plants. They surged down the main road, jostling and clawing at each other, pushing and shoving, like beasts in a pack fighting for dominance. They were getting closer.
Close enough to clearly see the ferocity on their faces, the eyes filled with malice, and their terrifying tusks. Their roars were so dreadful, as if they wanted to destroy everything in this world. There were too many, countless, like a flood.
"Kill!" Senior Disciple roared. The assembled disciples unleashed their attacks one after another, flying swords streaking across the sky, as elusive as phantoms.
Not many disciples were using Treasure Arts.
Each time a Treasure Art was used, it would be canceled out by the layer of green light that appeared on the surface of those green-skinned daemons. The killing power was truly indescribable. The green-skinned daemons at the very front were pierced by flying swords, their bodies torn apart.
Some Body cultivator disciples charged forward, their strong and powerful limbs glowing with golden light, even their thick fur turned golden.
With a fierce punch, they directly sent the green-skinned daemon's head flying.
Body cultivators became the backbone in battles like this. Their close-quarters combat became their greatest advantage.
However, Body cultivators also often received special attention from those green-skinned daemons. They would constantly surge towards the Body cultivator, and then one by one, go up to challenge him. This was a very foolish approach, but those green-skinned daemons seemed to enjoy it.
When one green-skinned daemon managed to defeat a Body cultivator who had defeated many other green-skinned daemons, it would trigger countless sounds of revelry.
After the revelry ended, those daemons would go find other Body cultivators.
Some disciples observed a terrifying phenomenon. The victorious green-skinned daemons would visibly grow larger and greener at a speed discernible to the naked eye. The damage from Dao techniques against them would also decrease.
Eventually, even a world-shaking, god-weeping, sun-moon-altering, Dao-roaring Treasure Art would only inflict a minor injury. The enemy's numbers were growing larger and larger.
Senior Disciple desperately cut down every green-skinned daemon that charged at him, but it was difficult to stop the tide of defeat.
"Great Desolation Devouring Heaven Technique."
Looking at the ever-increasing number of green-skinned daemons, Senior Disciple suddenly roared, gathering strength to unleash his strongest Treasure Art.
A savage aura emanated from him.
Causing the Great Dao to roar incessantly.
Great Desolation Devouring Heaven Technique. This technique came from the Immortal Realm, said to have been obtained by a supreme mighty figure in the primordial chaos before creation.
It might be from the previous era. This technique possesses immense power; if unleashed by a supreme expert, it could bury a world.
Although Senior Disciple's cultivation had not reached the Immortal level, he was not to be underestimated.
As he roared, a terrifying wave of energy swept through the air, and black cracks visibly appeared in space-time.
Nearby green-skinned daemons were completely torn apart, while those slightly further away were blown back. This move greatly reduced the pressure on the defending Immortal Palace disciples.
Senior Disciple also panted heavily, as if he had depleted his energy.
Seeing the power of his move, Senior Disciple felt a sense of disappointment.
In the past, this move could turn a massive city into dust and ashes, or annihilate a million-strong army with a flick of a finger.
Now, it could only barely force those daemons back. That layer of green light on the daemons was too disgusting.
It made these immensely powerful Treasure Arts seem quite useless.
A terrifying giant beast emerged from the green ocean.
It was the Ork Boss - Rotten Gambler.
His original jaw had been sawed off by a Green-skinned Doctor a long time ago. The reason was that his jaw got swollen in battle. The clever doctor simply sawed it off and embedded a huge metal jaw. This metal jaw would never get swollen.
Rotten Gambler was equipped with various weapons; one of his hands had been cut off and replaced with a high-speed rotating chainsword.
Several massive metal prosthetics were embedded in his back, the kind that could punch through a four-armed monkey.
Blood stained every metal prosthetic.
Dripping down.
Some monkey fur was also stuck to them.
Rotten Gambler was too lazy to count how many enemies he had killed.
He was very satisfied with this WAAAAAGH.
It was much more exciting than the previous ones. The boss also said that after finishing off these four-armed monkeys, they could open channels to other worlds, and then there would be an even grander WAAAAAGH.
"Daemon, die!" Senior Disciple charged forward.
Senior Disciple was very fast, his movement leaving afterimages.
When he reached the side of that daemon, he leaped up.
He drew his sword. The sword body emitted a dazzling light, the Great Dao roared, a sword beam appeared, illuminating the ten heavens and nine earths, the sword energy was so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through the universe.
He cut off one of the opponent's metal arms. The disciples cheered.
Celebrating Senior Disciple's victory.
He was grabbed by the opponent's other metal arm.
He was crushed.
His eyeballs flew out and were then stomped on.
Senior Disciple was dead. The disciples cried and screamed. They fled in all directions; the Spirit Immortal Palace could not be defended. The wounded disciples inside were massacred by the surging green-skinned daemons. The screams were loud at first, then gradually became sparse, and finally ceased.
All the Immortal Palace disciples who couldn't escape were dead. They were hacked to pieces by the green-skinned daemons, and the walls inlaid with glaze were stained with blood.
Palaces fell one after another, defending disciples were killed, and even the elders suffered the same fate. The medicinal garden was destroyed, and precious spiritual herbs that hadn't been moved in time were looted by the green-skinned daemons. The alchemy and artifact refining workshops were breached, and precious spiritual pills and magical artifacts caused a scramble.
All disciples perished, elders were impaled and hung on the banners of those green-skinned daemons. The eight peaks, representing the heritage, also fell one by one. The shining brilliance was extinguished, signaling the final resistance's failure.
With the peak master's final roar, the curtain fell. The surviving disciples retreated in disarray towards the main peak, their final battlefield.
Some wounded disciples, with the help of others, escaped towards the main peak. The Orks followed closely, slaughtering the Immortal Palace disciples who were not fast enough.
In the sky, some disciples on swords were still resisting fiercely; although their sword formations were severely damaged, they were making their last efforts to maintain them, preventing the green-skinned daemons from pursuing their comrades. Those Warbikers charged the formations of the Immortal Palace disciples.
Guns and cannons roared, explosions and bullets tore their bodies apart, sending them plummeting to the ground like kites with broken strings.
Everything that was once glorious had perished, leaving only death and pain. The Great Luo Immortal Palace's Sect Master saw from the main hall as those green-skinned daemons planted a banner with a golden double-headed eagle on each peak, and beside the banner, there were other flags with a rough style. That golden double-headed eagle fluttered in the airflow disturbed by the flames of war, standing proudly over the destruction caused in its name.
"We need to speed up."
"This is the easiest place to open a channel between the two realms."
"Let's choose this place."
In the ruins of the Fish-Dragon Tribe's former ancestral city, bones were scattered, covering the ground.
A banner of the Imperial double-headed eagle flew over the ruins and bones.
Staff in Imperial uniforms came and went, carrying various instruments and completing their work.
Hovering servo-skulls and cherubs whizzed through the air, relaying commands to designated targets.
Servitors equipped with industrial-grade servo systems carried various heavy goods, beginning the construction of the interdimensional channel according to the instructions of the tech-priests.
Those once arrogant, self-righteous Fish-Dragon Tribe powerhouses had vanished without a trace, swept into the dustbin of history. They once regarded humans as ants, but were completely destroyed by human weapons. The spread of the meme virus caused the xenos in this world to die from infighting. The Imperium regarded it as a stepping stone to the Immortal Realm.
A stable path to the Immortal Realm was to be established here, using it to launch an attack on the Immortal Realm.
Of course, it wasn't just this world; other worlds were doing the same thing simultaneously.
Hundreds of channels would be opened simultaneously to facilitate the deployment of Imperial legions in batches.
Some Raven Guard had already infiltrated the Immortal Realm, obtaining accurate space-time coordinates. The Imperium would then deploy a large number of null-Field Devices near the space-time of the Immortal Realm, using resonance to weaken those cultivators.
"So impressive!!" Man Hu, from the barbarian village, couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at the magnificent buildings, much larger than the stone houses built in his village. The barbarian village that Yorn had once visited had also come out in response to the call of the glorious world of Human Supremacy.
Actually, they didn't understand any grand narratives.
It was simply that someone promised that as long as they fought for the Holy Emperor, they would receive endless supplies and all sorts of knowledge. Those precious cultivation techniques were given away for free as if they cost nothing. The other party also promised that they would no longer be bullied by other xenos. The golden double-headed eagle emblem that the little brat mentioned back then was everywhere here.