An ancient-style mansion occupied a vast area.
It had gardens and lakes; it was clearly a wealthy family's residence.
And in a secluded corner.
A snake-race youth suddenly awoke, and the scene before him filled him with astonishment.
But a moment later, realizing something, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, I'm actually not dead, hahaha, I'm not dead. Just wait, I will definitely kill my way back."
The snake-race youth roared to the sky, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.
His vertical pupils revealed visions of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and shattered stars.
He was one of the Ten Immortal Emperors of the Immortal Realm, named Emperor Wuxie.
By chance, he had obtained the Primordial Divine Cauldron, an ancient sacred artifact left behind by an ancient Magos.
It was said that this cauldron possessed supreme power, allowing cultivators to comprehend the Grand Dao of Primordial Chaos, and it was also a supreme artifact of destiny, making its wielder inherently invincible.
He had thought that with this cauldron, he would surely dominate all heroes, unify the Immortal Realm, and advance further, achieving the supreme Dao Fruit.
However, before he could even complete his offering, the Nine Immortal Emperors, along with their disciples, found him and demanded he hand over the Primordial Divine Cauldron.
Wuxie naturally refused. The Nine Immortal Emperors shamelessly ganged up on him.
He fought fiercely across the eight directions, slaying powerful enemies, ultimately leaving four of the Nine Immortal Emperors dead and five wounded. He himself, due to the exertion of the Blood daemon Great Art, was exhausted and chose to detonate the Primordial Divine Cauldron.
He had thought he would perish.
Unexpectedly, he woke up here.
Heaven did not abandon him. The memories of the original body's owner now seeped in.
Compared to him, Emperor Wuxie, the memories of a snake-human youth who had only lived for a dozen years were truly sparse. True Martial Realm, Mountain Dragon Family, live-in son-in-law, prodigal son. The memories in his mind told him that he was no longer in the Immortal Realm.
Instead, he had been reborn into the body of a snake-race youth on the True Martial Continent. This guy was truly an unlucky fellow.
He came from a large family, with countless powerful snake-race cultivators.
However, at the age of five, he encountered a mishap: his father, who was a live-in son-in-law, was framed and expelled from the family.
His mother soon died of illness, and he was falsely accused of being a prodigal son, with all the inherited family property being divided up by his uncles.
His status in the clan plummeted.
He was forced to live in this remote small courtyard with little spiritual energy.
Wuxie shook his head as he saw these memories.
"Since I have taken your body, I will naturally help you seek justice. Those who once bullied you will all pay the price."
As soon as these words were spoken.
A feeling of relief washed over him. The original owner's last lingering resentment also disappeared.
Even with his cultivation lost, Wuxie, as an Immortal Emperor, would certainly not deceive such a pitiful soul.
He began to examine his body.
"It's too terrible," Wuxie murmured.
His meridians were as thin as hair, and there were many impurities.
A waste among wastes. Trash among trash.
However, as an Immortal Emperor, even with a poor starting point, it would only take a little more effort.
When I return to my peak in the future, those who once plotted against me will all pay the price.
He closed his eyes slightly, and a pitch-black cauldron spun in his divine consciousness. The Primordial Divine Cauldron, which should have been detonated, was now perfectly intact within his sea of divine consciousness.
Seeing the Primordial Divine Cauldron, Wuxie's heart settled. This was a supreme divine artifact left by an ancient Magos.
It possessed incredible power.
"In just three days, I will resume my cultivation path."
Immortal Realm. The five injured snake-race Immortal Emperors looked at the overwhelming green tide with despair.
A crack had been torn in the great array protecting the Immortal Realm.
Countless extraterrestrial daemons were entering the Immortal Realm.
It was all that daemon Wuxie's fault; he was truly a scoundrel devoid of conscience. The Immortal Realm had always been peaceful.
With the Primordial Divine Cauldron left by the ancient Magos presiding over it, it could conceal the realm's aura, preventing it from being noticed by other great realms.
But the daemon Wuxie directly stole the Primordial Divine Cauldron, intending to refine it into his own natal magical artifact. They had wanted to persuade him with kind words, but that scoundrel even launched a sneak attack, using an evil art like the Blood daemon Great Art, killing countless powerhouses and causing the deaths of four Immortal Emperors. This greatly weakened the Immortal Realm's strength.
Now, facing these extraterrestrial daemons, there was virtually no hope.
It was truly heaven's will to destroy them.
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
Scarface Tusk roared. The barrier that had been blocking them shattered. The Imperium, using that raging fury, had overthrown this world's protective barrier, turning it to ash. The gates were wide open; the time for slaughter had arrived. The rest became simple. These skulls and blood would be offered to the supreme Emperor and the Ork Emperor.
Scarface Tusk , avatar of war, spreader of the will of death, had waited for a long time.
When the barrier shattered, countless Ork Boyz let out cheers.
Like a flood bursting a river dam, they surged through the breach. They reveled in the coming slaughter.
Excited screams echoed throughout the heavens and earth. They didn't know this world was called the Immortal Realm, nor did they care what its name was.
A massive barrier had once blocked them.
Now that barrier was gone. They could continue their WAAAAAAAAAGH. To kill more enemies.
In the name of Gork and Mork, in the name of the Emperor.
Scarface Tusk rdesperately tried not to be overwhelmed by the joy of war and go mad.
He struggled to control the advancing front line of the Ork Boyz. To prevent them from being wiped out as soon as they entered, which would cause this operation to fail.
As the tide of madness formed, Scarface Tusk also succumbed to it. The roaring sound was deafening.
It was so immense that eardrums vibrated. The long-awaited slaughter had finally arrived.
An overwhelming ork army surged forth in front of Scarface Tusk, like a bursting dam.
Scarface Tusk wore a set of gear specially crafted for him by the Imperium; his massive body was like a mountain, and his battle-axe, crude and enormous, shot out terrifying currents of electricity with every swing, capable of easily tearing through space-time and anything it encountered.
His helmet, emblazoned with the two-headed eagle insignia, was equipped with various functions.
It enhanced Scarface Tusk's head defense and allowed him to use advanced features. Through the helmet's enhanced vision, Scarface Tusk saw five beings with terrifying psyker fluctuations. They stood out prominently in the xeno tide, their massive bodies incredibly conspicuous. Their entire bodies emanated an eerie glow, with phantom images of suns, moons, and stars revolving around them.
And atop their heads hung objects brimming with psyker energy, such as large cauldrons, alchemical furnaces, and pagodas, each trailing wisps of primordial aura that obscured their true faces.
Eerie whispers echoed through the void. They resonated in Scarface Tusk's ears, imbued with a strange, daemonic power. To listen would twist flesh and will, transforming one into the likeness of those monsters.
Even one's self would be assimilated.
Scarface Tusk regarded them as enemies and advanced with heavy strides. The power of WAAAAAAGH surged through him, streams of green, gem-like light flowing ceaselessly, shining brilliantly—a truly astonishing sight. Those five enemies unleashed powerful psyker fluctuations. Terrifying distorted energy tore through the barrier between reality and illusion. The space-time fabric of the entire world was ripped apart, engulfing the heavens and earth in a myriad of strange, colored lights.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, as if pulled into a massive tornado, swirling above the heads of these five enemies. The sky was completely obscured, not a single ray of natural light visible.
Occasionally, thick bolts of lightning would streak across the sky, illuminating everything in the darkness. The warp shattered, and countless fissures, like weeping tears, poured unearthly oceans onto the ground.
Unclean energy hissed through the air, as if celebrating their liberation.
"WAAAAAAAGH," Scarface Tusk roared, erupting into a charge, dashing towards the enemies.
His battle-axe cleaved through the sky, like an ancient giant splitting heaven and earth.
Enemies who tried to stop him were instantly shattered.
As the battle-axe swept past, their protective glows exploded.
Arcs of electricity with disintegrating force tore their bodies apart.
Bloody rain and fragmented remains splattered down, covering the earth. The five xenomorphic beings, radiating terrifying psyker fluctuations, also made their move. The objects above their heads erupted with even more sinister and terrifying fluctuations, and streams of psyker energy were released from these objects.
ork warbosses in their path were instantly pulverized, unable to even let out a scream.
Everything was utterly destroyed.
Along their path, only destruction and ruins remained. The five xenomorphs continuously activated their weapons.
Making this world, a mixture of reality and illusion, seethe.
If the Imperium hadn't set up barriers beforehand, capable of suppressing the raging power of the Aether. They might have used Aetheric psyker energy to literally shatter a world. The objects suspended above the heads of the five xenomorphs emitted terrifying rays of light, annihilating the orks besieging them.
Swathes of orks were pulverized.
Even the Gorkanauts rapidly exploded, turning into countless wrecks on the battlefield.
Before long, only they and Scarface Tusk remained. The xenomorphs' heads resembled snakes, with vertical pupils, often yellowish-brown or reddish-brown, in their black eyes. Their strong, powerful bodies were covered in silver or golden scales, and they possessed two pairs of heavily muscled arms.
When they spoke, their forked, slender tongues would flick out, hissing. They had serpentine lower bodies, their thick snake-like torsos allowing them to move quickly. They continuously wielded their weapons with their four arms, unleashing terrifying rays of light. These struck the layer of green flowing light on Scarface Tusk's surface.
However, they failed to inflict any damage. The green barrier merely undulated with the flow of energy.
Although somewhat distorted, it did not break.
Scarface Tusk also launched an attack, but the bullets specifically designed to counter these xenomorphs also failed to breach their defenses. The moment of ranged combat ended.
Scarface Tusk began to run, the ground trembling with his strides.
Like a moving giant mountain of steel. The force of each blow was so terrifying that even mountains would be shattered.
Due to the rampant Aetheric power, the battlefield between Scarface Tusk and the five xenomorphs was no longer normal space-time.
Instead, it was a rift between the Warp and reality. Time and space, and even all physical laws, had no meaning within this rift.
Only will clashed. The five Immortal Emperors of the Immortal Realm roared repeatedly.
Wielding Immortal Emperor divine weapons, they slew the approaching enemies. The Great Dao resounded, thundering like a great bell.
Each Immortal Emperor erupted with immeasurable light, incredibly sacred. Their scales flowed with primordial aura, crushing the Great Dao of ages. Their vertical pupils were like two snowy blades. The might of an Immortal Emperor was unimaginable to mortal beings.
Irresistible, unstoppable. The Immortal Realm was vast and boundless, its mountains and rivers having been steeped in immortal qi for countless years.
It could withstand the power of the Immortal Emperors without being destroyed in their clashes.
Coupled with the enemy's suppression, though the five Immortal Emperors were powerful, they couldn't unleash their past power to annihilate all living beings.
"Kill the ringleader!" an Immortal Emperor roared, its body ablaze with towering, sacred, and resplendent light that illuminated eternity, affecting the river of time, its imperial might striking terror into the hearts of all. The five Great Immortal Emperors attacked simultaneously, causing the radiance between heaven and earth to boil, and countless terrifying phenomena emerged—mountains of corpses and seas of blood, utterly terrifying.
Chaos raged, and immortal qi was wary.
Laws intertwined into a dazzling net, brimming with endless killing intent.
One Immortal Emperor drew an immortal sword, etched with Dao runes comprehended from the movements of mountains, rivers, suns, moons, and stars. The sword body was terrifyingly powerful; the mere sword qi emanating from it could cleave the Great Dao, making heaven and earth tremble.
Billions of sword lights soared, striking across ancient space-time.
Its power was supremely mighty; all things were born and died by it, severing the river of time. The might of the Immortal Emperor bloomed, vast and unfathomable.
However, that supreme Immortal Emperor sword qi was blocked by the flowing green light. The peerless sword qi, capable of cleaving the Great Dao of heaven and earth, was dissipated into nothingness, scattering before the Immortal Emperors.
"How can this be?!" The Immortal Emperor's face was cold, yet a look of astonishment appeared in its eyes. This was simply too terrifying!
A blow containing the supreme Immortal Emperor Dao was blocked by the opponent just like that.
"Only close-quarters combat can kill the opponent." Another Immortal Emperor saw the clue: that green barrier could transmit all ranged damage into the warp.
Unless they could leverage sufficiently powerful force, they couldn't kill the opponent. They could only use close combat to kill the opponent. The five Immortal Emperors exchanged glances, their Dao hearts firm, and charged forward, wielding their Immortal Emperor-grade weapons.
Swords and cauldrons resonated, erupting with immeasurable light.
Scarface Tusk swung his great axe, breaking through the opponent's protective glow, and his massive power claw violently swiped at the opponent's body. The anti-warp field's light flashed, shredding the opponent's immortal body, leaving a terrifying wound.
psyker-infused blood spurted, gleaming in the aether-laden air.
Having repelled a powerful enemy, Scarface Tusk, with a backhand, used his power claw to seize a xenomorph's swinging sword, and his battle-axe directly cut it in half at the waist, cleaving its body into two sections.
ork society does not value bloodlines or heritage. The rules are pure and simple.
Might makes right.
Every Ork Warboss rises from the lowest Ork Boyz.
Many of the metal modifications on their bodies were added after being damaged in combat.
Or they were metal prosthetics added for greater strength.
orks are pure weapons of war.
When the Old Ones created them, their only thought was for them to reverse the war with the C'tan.
Giving them various abilities that were practically bugs.
Guilliman further enhanced them on this basis, making the WAAAGH! field of these orks even stronger. Thanks to these, Scarface Tusk was able to fight against several xenomorphs who could wield terrifying psyker powers. The battle between the two sides was incredibly fierce.
It was a brutal, no-holds-barred fight.
His great axe possessed the property of soullessness, specifically designed to deal with these creatures who, by leveraging warp energy, claimed to be eternally immortal.
Once killed, even the lifeless could not be resurrected, falling into eternal oblivion. The five Immortal Emperors fought like madmen, battling until the sky and earth blurred, and the sun and moon lost their light. They surrounded the green monster, pouring all their strength into the attack.
Unfortunately, they had already been wounded at their source during their previous encirclement of the daemonic Immortal, and now they faced a powerful enemy again.
No matter how desperately they fought, they could not win.
For a time, each was wounded, making the battle incredibly tragic.
"No!" An Immortal Emperor was cut in half at the waist by a great axe imbued with a strange aura.
Infinite vitality rapidly drained away, and the tough, ancient Imperial Soul also collapsed.
No matter how hard that Immortal Emperor tried, it could not heal its wounds.
Imperial blood flowed continuously, crystal clear and radiating terrifying power, pouring onto the ground. The remaining four Immortal Emperors exerted all their strength, trying to rescue their comrade.
However, this led to that Immortal Emperor's head being shattered in the chaotic battle, its vitality extinguished, and its soul eternally annihilated.
One Immortal Emperor was filled with immense grief and indignation.
With a great cauldron hovering above its head, it wielded its four arms, unleashing supreme secret arts.
Illusions of suns, moons, and stars revolved around it, making it seem like a god who had split heaven and earth.
Its battle intent was unparalleled, revealing endless killing intent.
Its speed was as swift as lightning, and its thrown punches were as powerful as the collision of ancient, vast stars.
Accompanied by thunder and lightning, brilliant light exploded.
A punch infused with primordial power struck the opponent's helmet, producing a clang of metal. The immense force caused it to dent inwards. Then, hundreds of punches landed simultaneously, unleashing all its strength.
Each punch echoed with the sound of metal. The green monster's bones shattered, one eye was literally blown out, and countless splashes of blood erupted, yet it did not fall.
Instead, it was cleaved open by the great axe in the opponent's hand, its entire body exploding, blood spurting out, bizarre and alluring. The opponent's weapon carried a special power that could easily destroy their immortal imperial bodies.
Scarface Tusk's head was shattered, his white bones clearly visible.
Strange psyker energy Entanglement his body, making the wounds difficult to heal.
However, the five xenomorphs were even more miserable than him. The Imperium had already conducted a comprehensive understanding and analysis of this civilization's psyker manipulation techniques.
No matter how indignant or hard they tried, it was futile; they were destined to bleed and fall in this world. The waves of war engulfed everything, and when it all ended. The five xenomorphs fell. Their psyker-radiating artifacts also shattered, scattering around them.
In the center of the five corpses, a massive mountain of steel and flesh lay shattered.
Blood flowed from the crevices.
Several ork warbosses watched their boss become a mixture of flesh and steel. They had already begun to scheme how to replace him and become the new boss. Their gazes towards each other were filled with vigilance.
From this moment, they were enemies.
Unfortunately, this animosity did not last long. The shattered mountain of steel and flesh trembled, and a bloodshot eye rolled around.
"He's still alive!" A Big Mek's shout shattered the aspirations of those who sought to usurp the boss' position. The war in the Immortal Realm had ended. The final guardians had fallen. The individual power disparity in transcendent civilizations was too vast, as terrifying as the wealth gap in technological industrial civilizations. The strong controlled everything, the weak had nothing.
When the five Immortal Emperors fell, the battlefield had already been decided.
Everything came to an end.
An incredibly brutal massacre erupted across the vast and boundless Immortal Realm. The Snake Race crumbled before an unprecedented terrifying catastrophe. This was a calamity of racial annihilation.
Countless cities were drenched in blood.
Desperate cries echoed everywhere, and the bodies of powerful Snake Race members continuously fell from the sky.
Heaven and earth were stained with blood.
"Why? Is Heaven punishing my Snake Race?"
An aged Snake Race powerhouse cried out in sorrow.
"With myriad realms standing and countless races vying for supremacy, my Snake Race merely occupies a corner; why must such a calamity befall us?"
Some old veterans who had lived until now knew some rumors from the outside world.
Beyond this realm, there were even larger Immortal Realms, and above the Immortal Realms, there were even Heavens and Plateaus, profoundly mysterious.
Although the Snake Race had five Immortal Emperors, they were merely a small clan confined to a corner, relying on the Primordial Divine Cauldron to hide in the Immortal Realm, seeking only to live in peace.
Yet now, their entire race was to be annihilated.
Countless Snake Race powerhouses wept in sorrow; the extraterrestrial daemons were incredibly powerful, and even fighting desperately was futile. This was an unprecedented catastrophe, sweeping across heaven and earth.
Mountains and rivers were stained red, and no city was left with a single survivor.
Even the ancient sacred lands were annihilated, their prosperous palaces turned into blood-stained ruins. The Immortal Realm was utterly destroyed, mountains and rivers shattered, blood flowing like seas.
Between heaven and earth, only the wails of the dead remained; no sound of the Snake Race could be heard. True Martial World. The Immortal Emperor Wuxie, who had fortunately been reborn, slapped an old family elder's withered, scaly face.
His snake tail was also pinning down a family junior who had tried to flirt with his maid.
After this period of cultivation, his strength had begun to recover.
With his alchemy skills, he had also started to make a name for himself.
After all, he came from the Immortal Realm and possessed alchemy techniques far more advanced than those of these lower-realm snake races.
With a slight display, even without exerting his full effort, those individuals were already astonished and bowed in submission.
Who would have thought that his performance would actually attract dissatisfaction and threats from another branch of the family?
They constantly stirred up trouble. They even flirted with his maid.
As an Immortal Emperor, even if his cultivation was completely lost now, he could not tolerate it.
Being bullied by these ants, if he didn't fight back, his invincible Dao heart would surely be damaged.
So he directly attacked, knocking down these fools.
He even stepped on the head of the leading snake.
"Are you implying that my lineage has no one?" Wuxie said coldly.
"You trash, how dare you lay hands on a family elder?!" a servant shouted. The family elder's face was even more shocked. The former good-for-nothing now dared to attack him.
"You dare to disrespect your superior! I will report this to the patriarch and have you expelled from the family!"
Wuxie snorted coldly, just about to speak.
Boom!
A loud bang came from the sky. The sky was directly torn apart by some powerful force.
WAAAAAAAAGH!!!
A strange roar came from the horizon. Then countless meteors appeared in the sky.
When the meteor streaked across the sky, it pressed down on the firmament, causing a rumbling sound and shaking the heavens and earth.
Upon impact, it brought forth towering flames and explosions, with the ground rumbling continuously, trembling from the impact of these meteors, which carried immense force. The enormous commotion forced Wu Xie and the others to cease their arguments. They rushed outside and witnessed a scene akin to the apocalypse, terrifying beyond compare, making one tremble uncontrollably.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Figures emanating powerful auras surged from the family's forbidden grounds into the sky, moving with incredible speed, transforming into divine rainbows. They emerged from their secluded cultivation in the forbidden grounds, each enveloped in brilliant light, exuding an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura.
Several divine lights shot out from the family's ancestral land, landing in various parts of the family estate.
Hundreds of large banners, interwoven with runes and radiance, began to flutter, covering the sky and sun, completely engulfing the family's ancestral land, which spanned dozens of miles in diameter. The banners unfurled, each towering a hundred zhang high.
With every sway, streaks of divine light containing endless killing intent shot forth. These divine lights intertwined in the sky, forming a supreme protective array, exuding killing intent and a sharpness that made heaven and earth lose their luster.
"A replica of the Absolute Light Divine Array? Not bad." Wu Xie, being an Immortal Emperor with vast knowledge, immediately recognized the array's name. The Absolute Light Divine Array was an ancient divine array, created by ancient sages.
Its power was boundless, capable of both offense and defense.
If controlled by a True Immortal, it could slay Immortal King level powerhouses.
For the lower realms, even a replica was sufficient.
Rumble.
It was as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping. The roars of savage beasts echoed.
Mist rolled, and clouds obscured the sky.
Family cultivators, clad in armor and riding savage beasts, emerged from the forbidden grounds and soared into the sky. They were the family's ultimate reserves, not to be easily deployed unless absolutely necessary. Those savage beasts had extraordinary bloodlines, all covered in menacing scales, incredibly ferocious. Their aura was terrifying, possessing the ability to ride clouds and mists, and to move mountains and fill seas.
Although they were treading in the sky, there were bursts of thunderous sounds, as if a million-strong army was on the move.
Riding savage beasts surrounded by radiant mists and treading on auspicious clouds, the leading cultivator held a large banner in his arms. That banner was also a rare magical artifact, exuding terrifying fluctuations and immense power, fluttering fiercely in the wind.
Wu Xie frowned; for the family to mobilize such forces, it seemed a major event had occurred.
Unfortunately, his strength had not yet recovered to its former peak.
Having just broken into the King Realm, it was indeed somewhat insufficient.
However, during this period, he had mastered several terrifying secret techniques, and as long as he didn't encounter Immortal-level powerhouses, he was confident in retreating unscathed.
"I'll let you off for now." Wu Xie no longer bothered with those useless scions, allowing them to live a bit longer.
"You assaulted a family elder and humiliated fellow clansmen, and you think you can just end it like this and escape punishment?" A family scion trembled all over, pointing a finger at Wu Xie and questioning him.
With a crack, the family scion's finger was snapped clean off.
Wu Xie, who had been standing several meters away, was now directly in front of him, gripping his outstretched finger and breaking it with brute force.
His speed was so fast that none of the family scions or elders present could even see how Wu Xie did it. This scene left the other family scions, who had been about to criticize him, utterly silent and terrified.
Wu Xie's gaze swept coldly over these individuals.
He let out a cold snort, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
A bunch of good-for-nothings!
He turned, and his figure vanished, reappearing several meters away, as if teleporting.
In fact, Wu Xie had used the Divine Movement Technique he had recently cultivated. This technique was powerful, allowing one to achieve extreme speed, covering vast distances in an instant.
Wu Xie had just reached the King Realm, so the distance he could cover was not far.
However, it was more than enough to eliminate these ants.
"I despise being pointed at more than anything in my life." Wu Xie left behind a domineering back, his tone disdainful as he said, "This is just a small punishment for you."
"You scoundrel, you really think—" The humiliated family elder was furious, but before he could finish, a tremendous rumble interrupted his words.
Suddenly, the earth shook and mountains swayed, as if the sky was falling and the earth was overturning.
A massive shockwave swept through the grand array, causing the banners to sway and the interwoven divine rainbows to ripple incessantly, almost shattering.
A tattered metal bird streaked across the sky, countless beams of light shooting out, scorching and swift, incredibly fast.
In just a single encounter, hundreds of flying powerhouses were pierced through, falling to the ground like raindrops, making thudding sounds.
Wu Xie looked outside, quickly walked out, then soared into the air, standing with a group of family powerhouses. This scene astonished the family scions who had just wanted to punish him.
"How is this possible? This good-for-nothing can actually fly in mid-air?"
"Isn't that something only a King Realm cultivator can do??"
"How can this be? Three months ago, he was a good-for-nothing who couldn't even guide qi into his body."
Those people discussed animatedly.
Some of them were even sweating profusely, their bodies trembling at the sight.
In fact, Wu Xie's former self, the 'good-for-nothing,' did not have poor cultivation talent; the reason he had been unable to cultivate was that they had blocked his meridians with pill toxins. This was precisely to seize the resources of his lineage.
Now, unexpectedly learning that he had entered the King Realm, they were naturally scared out of their wits.
One must know that cultivation is like thousands of soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge; any single realm can trap countless cultivators, preventing them from advancing even an inch. The King Realm was already a powerhouse capable of holding sway over a region. Their status in the family was very high, second only to the patriarch and a few reclusive elders. They had thought he was still a useless good-for-nothing, but now that he had revealed his strength, he was someone they could no longer provoke.
Wu Xie paid no attention to the small fry who were intimidated by the strength he had revealed. The mere King Realm was effortless for him, who had once been an Immortal Emperor.
When the time came, and he could thoroughly refine the Primordial Divine Cauldron, he was confident in challenging even realms beyond the Immortal Emperor. The family powerhouses suspended in mid-air were also astonished to see a young junior standing in the air. Truly, the younger generation is formidable.
When the several elders and the patriarch looked at Wu Xie, their vertical pupils also showed approval. To enter the King Realm at such a young age, this was truly a talent capable of revitalizing the family.
Wu Xie paid no mind to their astonished and envious gazes. They were just a bunch of ignorant ants who had never seen the world.
His gaze was fixed on the source of the commotion.
Meteors struck the ground, causing massive explosions.
At the center of the explosions, grotesque, green-skinned monsters with crimson eyes crawled out of the deep craters. These creatures had bulging muscles and wore various tattered armors. They roared continuously, destroying everything they saw.
Many innocent Snake Clan civilians had already died tragically.
Cries and screams filled the air.
"I've lived so long, yet I've never seen these things!" Wu Xie frowned.
After becoming an Immortal Emperor, he had traveled extensively, even visiting other great realms, but he had never encountered such creatures.
Could it be a new round of the War of the Realms?
Thinking of this, Wu Xie's eyes grew cold.
Dare to offend the Snake Clan even slightly, and be prepared to die.
More and more meteors fell, endlessly. The green monsters quickly converged into a tide.
"A few elders are to maintain the grand array; the rest will follow me into battle and clear out those fellows first." The patriarch roared. The patriarch's cultivation was extremely profound, only one step away from becoming an Immortal.
His aura permeated, and rays of light burst forth, like a great sun.
He took the first step, his four arms forming seals like an enraged Vajra.
Behind him, a colossal phantom of an ancient Snake Clan Magos appeared, shrouded in gray mist, boundless and surging.
It was as if it had crossed eons of time and space, and with a furious roar, it unleashed a powerful shockwave that sent entire houses flying, along with the converging green tide. The ground cracked, revealing fissures everywhere that could serve as hiding places. This phantom, summoned by a secret technique, was too terrifying, powerful enough to astonish the strong cultivators.
"What a terrifying precious technique."
"Is this the true foundation of a clan?"
There were also strong cultivators from other families on the battlefield.
Now that their great city was facing disaster, they naturally all emerged from their seclusion.
Wu Xie sneered inwardly; unlike the shock of the other family powerhouses, his heart held only contempt.
Mere parlor tricks, daring to show off before a master.
Any random move of his would be stronger than this. Truly a bunch of ignorant small fries. Today, I shall show you what a true powerhouse is.
He pointed one arm towards the sky, his aura surging forth.
He unleashed a secret technique that he could barely manage at his current realm.
"Great Desolation Heaven-Shattering Finger."
Innumerable brilliant runes appeared, containing supreme profound mysteries. The runes intertwined, exuding world-destroying divine might. That terrifying aura left the strong cultivators wide-eyed with shock.
It made them tremble uncontrollably, as if their very souls were about to be crushed by that single finger.
As Wu Xie moved his finger, winds and clouds surged between heaven and earth, terrifying beyond measure.
Heavy dark clouds, as if swept by a storm, gathered above Wu Xie, swirling.
Just as Wu Xie was about to press down with his finger to annihilate these green-skinned enemies, a vast and immense energy fluctuation suddenly erupted in the sky. The inner layer was pure white, while the outer layer was mixed with crimson and blue halos. The dark clouds in the sky were pierced by a beam of light several hundred meters in diameter, incredibly hot, capable of melting even immortal artifacts, mercilessly tearing apart enemies in its path. The Absolute Light Divine Array erupted, countless runes intertwined, and the brilliant light forced many strong cultivators to turn their heads away.
Wu Xie also felt a tremendous threat.
He temporarily changed the target of his Great Desolation Heaven-Shattering Finger to that beam of light. The Great Desolation Heaven-Shattering Finger was one of the most terrifying ultimate techniques in the Immortal Realm, inscribed on an ancient tombstone, suspected to be left behind by a powerhouse beyond the Great Dao.
One finger shatters mountains and rivers, two fingers extinguish all living beings, three fingers shatter the firmament, four fingers shake the Qiankun Great Dao, five fingers sever the eternal void.
When unleashed to its extreme, it could cut off the river of time and space, and slay immortal beings of the Immortal Emperor level.
Wu Xie poured all his strength into it, pushing all his cultivation, his divine soul burning fiercely to gain even more terrifying power, attempting to block the opponent's attack. The array combined with Wu Xie's power barely managed to hold back the beam for a moment. The Absolute Light Divine Array shattered, and Wu Xie was engulfed by the beam in a scream.
Several kilometers in every direction were vitrified by that gigantic beam of light. Those Snake Clan powerhouses who failed to escape were instantly vaporized. The surviving powerhouses were all terrified, their scaled bodies trembling. That single beam of light, which almost pierced through the entire world, easily annihilated those powerhouses, reducing them to dust. The patriarch, who had just made his move, almost lost his footing. The family's ancestral land had been wiped out, leaving only a glowing, vitrified surface radiating intense heat, along with flowing lava from melted steel and rocks; besides that, there was nothing left!
What kind of enemies were these?!
How could they be so terrifying?!
Alas, there was no answer for them; Orks never give answers to their prey, only death.
An overwhelming green tide swept in, engulfing everything in its path. Those who were once high and mighty powerhouses also became hunted targets.
Slaughter erupted everywhere. The desperate moans of the dying and the screams of the slaughtered resounded through the sky.
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
Death permeated the city, and blood cleansed the world. The Gambler reveled in this feast.
Listening to the screams of those monsters always excited him. These pitiful long-worms brought considerable joy to the ork lads.
He held a firearm of astonishingly large caliber, and with a pull of the trigger, it was as if a thunderclap resounded on the battlefield. Those long-worms were easily torn apart by the ammunition spewed from the gun.
A city was destroyed. The Gambler stood amidst the ruins, roaring with excitement. This was the thrill of destruction. Thanks to the great Gork and Mork, thanks to that big shrimp.
"Beast! I am an Immortal Emperor."
A long-worm was surrounded by countless ork lads.
Its scales were already pitch black, and it was covered in wounds.
A large cauldron floated above its head, emanating an aura.
It wore armor that flowed with radiance, and eerie sounds echoed around it. These guys always liked to create glowing, noisy weapons and armor. The long-worm swung its four arms, fighting the ork lads.
Its combat power was strong, and many ork lads had already been knocked down.
Soon, a mountain of corpses formed at its feet. The orks cheered around their opponent.
Strong orks constantly stepped out, engaging in one-on-one combat and brawls with the opponent.
An Ork Boss was knocked to the ground by the opponent, who then picked up an axe and chopped off its head.
Seeing their comrades knocked down and killed, the orks did not roar or rage; instead, they became even more excited.
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
"WAAAAAAGH!!"
They cheered loudly.
Cheering for the long-worm's victory.
Every time a new ork stepped forward to challenge the opponent, deafening cheers erupted. The Gambler observed for a while and found the problem. The cauldron on the opponent's head seemed to be problematic.
He found a rusty ancient sword from his collection and handed it to a Grot.
"Boss!!" The Grot was short, wearing rusty junk armor covered in welding marks.
It stared wide-eyed at its boss.
Completely unaware why the boss would hand it such a sword. The Gambler revealed a cunning smile, then picked up the Grot.
"One, two, off you go! Smash it!"
Then he threw it violently. The Grot wailed as it flew at high speed.
It tightly gripped the rusty sword with its small hands. The fear on its face was as if carved there with a chisel.
"Boss!!" The Grot cried out.
It streaked through the air like a high-speed cannonball.
A shockwave appeared in the air. The sword in the Grot's hand collided with the cauldron on the long-worm's head.
A terrifying psyker fluctuation was released.
It was incredibly dreadful; if the Imperium hadn't set up suppressors in advance, this fluctuation could have destroyed the entire world.
Many orks were sent flying, and the enormous impact tore apart many unlucky ones.
Debris, severed limbs, and ork blood mixed and fell. The long sword and the giant cauldron shattered with a deafening crash, sending fragments flying. The long-worm stumbled, standing in place dumbfounded.
After a moment, it let out a desperate roar. The one who had fought so fiercely until now was naturally the reborn Immortal Emperor—Wuxie.
It was only by relying on the Primordial Divine Cauldron, which integrated offense and defense, that he had been able to hold on until now.
But it had been directly shattered by the opponent!!
Moreover, that rusty sword was no ordinary item; to be able to shatter the Primordial Divine Cauldron, which surpassed the Immortal Emperor level, it must be a heaven-defying magical treasure of the same caliber.
And it was just thrown out by the opponent, treated as a consumable.
What a sin!!
Damn it!!
Wuxie immediately wanted to curse.
Even with all his vast experience, he had never seen such extravagance.
Such magical treasures, imbued with supreme Dao, were incredibly precious.
Any single one could allow someone to dominate a realm.
And it was just wasted like that!!
Wuxie's heart bled, but he quickly realized he should leave. The Primordial Divine Cauldron was broken.
If he stayed, he would only become another corpse. Thinking this, Wuxie suddenly erupted, burning his divine soul to force back his powerful enemies, then activated his Divine Movement Technique.
However, the seemingly normal space felt like a quagmire.
Even with all his might, he only moved a meter or two.
Realizing he was trapped, Wuxie's composure vanished instantly.
Even after living for so long, he was still very afraid of death.
His divine cauldron was gone, and his Divine Movement Technique was unusable.
Could it be that next year today would be his death anniversary?
Wuxie charged directly towards one direction; he absolutely could not die here.
He had not yet ascended to a realm beyond Immortal Emperor, how could he die!!
A strong will to survive made Wuxie unleash even more terrifying power.
He fought his way through, blasting apart all the monsters that dared to block him.
He had to live.
He absolutely had to live.
But no matter how strong his will, it could not make him defeat the ork army.
After continuously slaying an unknown number of orks, Wuxie finally fell.
He was no longer an Immortal Emperor, and coupled with the orks' sub-space blockade of this world,
his attempts to leverage power became increasingly difficult.
Even burning his divine soul couldn't draw much power, and he was simply exhausted.
He finally collapsed to the ground. The Gambler stepped forward.
He extended his massive hand, grabbing Wuxie's pointed head and lifting his entire body.
"Boss." The Grot's voice sounded. The Grot who had been thrown out as a human bomb was actually still alive.
It was still holding the rusty sword, which was now just a hilt. The Gambler couldn't help but roll his eyes. This little Grot was still alive, what a tough life it had!!
One should know that in that shockwave just now, a large number of people on the periphery died, yet this guy didn't die. What incredible luck and longevity!!
"This guy is yours, you little runt." The Gambler directly threw the long-worm in front of the Grot. The Grot shrieked with excitement. Tears and snot flowed together.
It excitedly plunged the broken sword into the opponent's chest.
Wuxie stared dumbfounded as a hunchbacked green dwarf cut open his chest.
It removed his heart, then peeled off his skin, and finally chopped off his head.
A reborn Immortal Emperor died just like that.
Skinned and dismembered, he lay on the ground, his head hung on a tattered, dirty ork war banner. The last resistor also died. The dense psionic fluctuations slowly diminished, and the Gambler had the Tech-Grots collect the usable fragments. Then he gazed at the ruins with satisfaction. The heads of those long-worms were displayed among the ruins.
"We need to find more fun," the Gambler muttered, "Soon, I'll take over Scarface's boss position."
The Gambler strode out of the ruins.
Many more cities awaited their arrival.
Let those guys slowly feel despair.
"For the Holy Emperor, for the Great Will!" roared Manhu, clad in a two-headed eagle exoskeleton armor. "For Him, we must eliminate those guys."
"Your sacrifices are valuable. For the liberation of all humanity, for the future of all humanity, advance, my kin! We have all sworn an oath to dedicate this life to Him. When you fall, you will be welcomed into His kingdom. When humanity achieves eternal peace and an infinitely bright future, your names will be remembered. If you are fortunate enough to survive, then when you are old and unable to move, you can tell your descendants that you once fought for humanity, and your life will have no regrets."
Manhu's voice echoed through the communication channel.
Rows of soldiers, clad in exoskeletons, sat on hover-tanks, firing their weapons forward.
Manhu roared, urging the soldiers to attack fearlessly, wearing down the enemy's defenses. The former Savage Village tribe rapidly developed and grew within a century, experiencing an explosive population increase.
Humanity's proliferation rate was terrifyingly high.
Coupled with facilities like population factories,
they could reach a world's population threshold in a very short time.
Large numbers of young and strong individuals were conscripted into the Imperial forces. They were treated as consumables, sent to attack the strongholds and palaces of cultivators. The vast Immortal Realm had collapsed.
What was once a prosperous world had now become a ruin.
Bones and shattered weapons lay everywhere. The once flourishing sects and holy lands had now become ghost realms.
Humans, like locusts, had overrun the entire Immortal Realm and were attacking other major realms at an even faster pace.
Wherever they went, mountains and rivers were stained with blood, the sky overturned, and the sun and moon had long since dimmed.
For the myriad races, this was an unprecedented catastrophe. The extraterrestrial daemons had become an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of the fleeing races. The Heaven Realm was the oldest major realm; it is said that the ancient sages first created the Heaven Realm before creating other major realms.
Because of this, the Heaven Realm was also known as the supreme land, eternally existing and immune to the cycles of reincarnation.
Many races fled to the Heaven Realm, hoping that this place could shelter them from the slaughter of those devils. The Heaven Realm was blocked by the Heavenly Abyss, guarded by countless strong individuals. They had nowhere left to retreat.
If the Heaven Realm fell, they would be completely annihilated.
Countless bloody incidents showed that those humans would never let them go.
Many strong individuals were terrified and deeply uneasy. The enemy was too formidable; they might not be able to defend the Heaven Realm.
Manhu and his comrades were not qualified to participate in battles of that level. They were responsible for clearing out the remaining scattered forces in the periphery.
A colossal mountain was their target for this mission. The mountain soared into the clouds, unimaginably vast.
Giant planets revolved around the mountain body. The mountain body radiated the brilliance of the Great Dao, with countless magnificent palaces and pavilions, and numerous immortal birds and auspicious beasts.
Countless cultivators hovered in the air, pouring power into the mountain-guarding formation, holding steadfast until the last moment.
Supreme Dao formation patterns intertwined, containing endless killing intent, unleashing wave after wave upon the approaching enemies like ocean tides.
Occasionally, some Imperial aircraft would explode directly in the sky, unable to withstand the immense psyker pressure.
Countless shattered fragments splattered.
And large numbers of Imperial soldiers were torn apart or thrown to the ground.
Unfortunately, the power of such terrifying formation patterns was steadily weakening.
Above that colossal mountain, several Imperial constructs the size of planets were jointly unleashing wave after wave of Geller resonance. The sub-space was slowly becoming silent.
Making it increasingly difficult for cultivators to leverage power.
It was as if frozen, with no more ripples. The Age of Dharma Decline had arrived; spiritual energy was depleted, and Dao techniques were no longer manifest. They were driven into a dead end like prey. The Imperium was slowly closing its net; once the grand formation was completely shattered, a new massacre would begin.
Some strong individuals wailed in sorrow; they slit their throats, performing blood sacrifices to heaven and earth, using their deaths and unwillingness to resist the Imperium's suppression.
It was incredibly tragic.
However, as the sub-space became silent, the power of the grand formation continued to wane.
Many supreme treasures rapidly decayed, losing their power.
Inside a palace, screams continuously echoed.
As the grand formation's power declined, a squad of Imperial soldiers broke in.
Lasers crisscrossed, and sword qi surged.
Several cultivators with insect-like heads were filled with grief and indignation; their cicada wings flapped, condensing thousands of sword qi, attempting to pierce these Imperial soldiers.
But they were blocked by the energy shields released by the opponents.
"Kill!" A Saint Son from a certain Holy Land roared, a divine halo shimmering behind him, exuding an aura of unparalleled nobility, like a proud god descending upon the mortal world.
Standing there, he emanated a sacred aura that compelled others to submit.
He unleashed his full power, wielding an immortal sword and slaying several imperial soldiers.
"Who dares to fight me?" The Saint Son pierced an imperial soldier with a single sword strike, cleaving him open. Even the exoskeleton armor couldn't withstand the power of the immortal sword, which hadn't fully diminished.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
A fist-sized, pitch-black grenade landed beside him.
Before he could react, the grenade exploded, forming a black hole.
It sucked in the unfortunate Saint Son, the corpses on the ground, and everything in the vicinity.
In mere moments, they were torn to shreds, dismembered into their most basic atoms.
Similar battles erupted in various locations.
As the transcendent power waned, many grand formations and runes lost their inherent might.
Some palaces were exposed to the Imperium's firing range.
Fleets of airships swept overhead, dropping countless high-destructive weapons.
A phoenix, engulfed in flames, attempted to fly into the sky but was firmly bound by an invisible suction force.
It was slowly dragged towards the ground by that terrifyingly strong gravitational pull. The ground, meanwhile, erupted in intense brilliance.
One by one, the powerful beings who tried to fly away were pulled back. They fell to the ground, like ice meeting a hot anvil, thinning and melting into paper-thin sheets in the eerie light. The phoenix flapped its wings.
Filled with terror.
It wanted to escape to the high sky, to a place that was still safe. The phoenix possessed immortality, but it dared not gamble on whether it could revive after being flattened into a drawing with no thickness. The gravity gradually increased. The phoenix slowly descended, desperately flapping its wings, but unable to prevent the inevitable.
Soon, its feet began to glow, becoming brilliantly luminous. The rest of its body also flattened out.
Finally, with a pained cry, the phoenix transformed into a massive, glowing image. The image was so clear that even its internal organs, feathers, bloodlines, and blood vessels were laid out on the flat surface. Those fortunate enough to escape were terrified, their faces drained of color.
Such bizarre methods shattered their courage, leaving them no will to resist, only to flee into the distance.
Several hours later, the area once again erupted in intense light.
Large amounts of matter were converted into energy and released. The buildings and creatures that had been compressed into two dimensions were also expelled.
However, they were no longer in their original form.
Nor were they living beings.
Instead, they were piles of garbage composed of disordered particles.
As spiritual energy dwindled and the transcendent disappeared, the Imperium's killing zone slowly shrank. The screams and cries of the dead echoed throughout the majestic Holy Mountain.
Several Immortal Emperors sat cross-legged at the highest point, their bodies shrouded in chaotic aura. Their eyes contained the supreme Dao, and with each opening and closing, they held infinite power.
But at this moment, they had none of their usual arrogance. They simply sat there, presiding over the grand formation, despairingly awaiting death.
Doomsday was approaching step by step, and they were powerless.
As Immortal Emperors, they had once believed nothing was impossible in the world, but now they realized that even reaching the end of the cultivation path, they were ultimately unable to resist the great tide of the world. The era was like a rolling wheel, crushing them into dust as it moved forward. They could hear the screams of the dead, the river of time shattered, and the eternal space-time severed.
In the future where the two-headed eagle soared, their figures would no longer be seen.
"I refuse to accept this!!" An Immortal Emperor shrouded in chaotic aura spoke bitterly, "My people are being slaughtered, they are calling my name. If it is destined to end, I only ask to die in battle, not to wait here."
"If you leave, the grand formation will surely be incomplete, and those daemons are incredibly cruel; the slaughter will only intensify then," another strong voice, somewhat aged, spoke. "We guard the grand formation, only hoping to give those innocent beings a glimmer of hope."
"Is such protection still useful? The Spirit Realm no longer responds to us, and the transcendent is dwindling. Those daemons not only want us dead but also want to uproot the foundation of the Great Dao. Even the Heaven Realm will likely not escape disaster; the transcendent will truly perish, and the Great Dao will eventually die," the Immortal Emperor said with a mournful tone. "Give up. Rather than waiting for death like this, it's better to fight our way out and bite them hard."
The old Immortal Emperor dispersed the chaotic aura from his face.
His head was like an insect's, his body covered in an exoskeleton, with four legs.
Behind him were a pair of broken cicada wings, covered in countless runes.
His face was blood-stained and ghastly.
Half of his head was shattered.
"Even if you fight your way out, what good would it do?" the old Immortal Emperor said. "They have been waiting for us. As soon as we show our heads, they will focus fire. All their weapons are designed to counter our immortal bodies; once hit, even if you don't die, you'll be severely wounded."
The old Immortal Emperor's wretched state made the other Immortal Emperors gasp.
One must know that Immortal Emperors were immortal and indestructible, transcending the long river of eternity, severing all fate and karma. They were immune to myriad calamities, and even reincarnation could not bury them.
Yet, they were now beaten to such a state. The Immortal Emperor who wanted to charge out and fight sighed, saying nothing more.
Even if he went out, he wouldn't be able to fight to his heart's content; he would likely be killed as soon as he showed his face.
At that point, his death would probably be even more humiliating.
Some injured immortal-level powerhouses were absorbing the last of their strength in the main hall, with divine medicines radiating brilliant light placed before them for refinement and absorption.
Each of these divine medicines used to be incredibly precious, and their leakage would surely attract countless powerhouses to fight over them.
Now, however, they were casually placed beside these immortal cultivators, free for them to absorb.
"Just one more step," an immortal cultivator whispered. "Just one more plant, and I can break through to the Grand Unity level."
"Unfortunately, there's no chance," a voice came from behind him. The immortal cultivator froze. He turned his head and saw a black shadow.
He was about to cry out, but his head was directly severed, and his soul was annihilated along with it.
His compound eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and disbelief. This was the heart of the grand formation; how did these daemons get in?!
Hundreds of Raven Guard operatives, transformed into shadows, infiltrated the main hall.
Yorn, who had already been promoted to Captain, wielded power claws specially designed for assassination. They were tempered with daemons iron, specifically used to restrain transcendent beings, not only severing their physical bodies but also obliterating their souls.
By the time the immortal cultivators realized something was wrong, their retreat was already cut off. One by one, they were beheaded and had their hearts ripped out by the Raven Guard.
After executing these wounded, Yorn and his team swept through the other palaces, placing bombs everywhere to destroy the core points of the guarding formation. The defenders were horrified to discover the Imperium's pawns appearing behind them.
Loud explosions shattered countless palaces. The power of the grand formation gradually weakened.
At the same time, the enemies outside launched a general assault. The roar of battle shook the heavens, and countless artillery shells and beams of light rained down from the sky, bombing the areas where survivors were located.
In an instant, a sea of fire rolled, and screams filled every visible space. The defenders no longer had any formation or morale to speak of.
Some cultivators, still possessing a fighting spirit, continued to struggle fiercely, employing various powerful secret arts, hoping to drag their enemies to hell with them.
While some cowards turned and fled.
But they were quickly caught and slaughtered.
"Beasts!!" A cultivator raged, his eyes bloodshot.
He watched as the enemies slaughtered women and children, using their strange weapons to fire indiscriminately, aiming to annihilate his entire race.
A youngling, just emerging from its eggshell, was shot dead.
Its beautiful, emerald-like compound eyes had just opened, only to lose their luster.
Its soft cicada wings had not yet unfurled before it lost its life. The powerful being was consumed by grief and indignation, roaring repeatedly.
But in the next second, he too was killed.
Even his heart was pierced, his body torn into pieces, scattered among the wreckage. Those scenes were like a living hell. The enemy's cruelty was beyond words.
Countless powerful beings shrieked in despair.
Questioning why the heavens would allow their race to suffer such a terrible fate.
However, the heavens offered no answer; thunder roared, and blood and corpses fell together, as if heaven and earth were weeping. The Glory of Macragge.
"The Heaven Realm will be the final major battle of Universe 04. Once the Heavenly Abyss is breached, Universe 04 will have no further power to resist. The rest will simply be a final cleanup."
"We have spent several centuries, and the Emperor is still awaiting our news. The Heaven Realm must be taken as quickly as possible to complete the mission of unifying Universe 04."
Calgar sat in his position, his gaze fixed on the projection suspended over the marble conference table.
Under his continuous onslaught, the main forces of those transcendent civilizations had largely collapsed, retreating to their core region—the Heaven Realm.
"If our estimations are not incorrect, the Heaven Realm should be the origin of all realms, and the most important place for this transcendent civilization," Mechanicus Magos Regula stood up to speak. "This transcendent civilization relies on the energy conversion mechanism of the realm core to exist, and the most crucial hub of this mechanism is the Heaven Realm. As long as the Heaven Realm is destroyed, the energy conversion core will collapse, and this transcendent civilization will naturally disintegrate like a sandcastle battered by waves."
"We all know this," another Magos, Phila, interjected. "Lord Calgar is asking how to quickly breach the Heaven Realm, not for you to lecture us on things everyone already knows."
"This is my habit, Magos Phila. Frankly, I wish you would show some respect for your elders," Magos Regula's electronic bionic eyes, glowing with red light, stared at this junior who dared to challenge his status. The Emperor's greatness allowed these irreverent fools to rise.
In the past, Regula would surely have ripped out his brain and taught him how to be a Magos who respected his Mechanicus elders.
Unfortunately, things were different now.
"If what you say is reasonable, and not just relying on seniority, I will respect you," Magos Fila's tone was highly mechanized, yet her attitude could be felt through the content.