Chapter 318: Pre‑War Deployment

An encrypted emergency battle report pierced through layers of space and appeared directly before his will.

From Li Hu.

Earth, Imperial City, Newborn Realm Alliance temporary command center.

Li Hu's eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at the sprawling three‑dimensional star map before him.

Three hundred and forty‑seven Light Spots have already shifted from the life‑green representing "Allies" to the dark‑red representing "Contamination", and they continue to spread like a plague toward the surrounding healthy star domains.

The air was filled with the burnt‑out smell of data overload.

"Wang Shang…"

Li Hu's voice came through quantum communication, carrying a metallic‑grind fatigue and helplessness.

"The Abyss Demon Emperor's projection has receded, but the Meme Contamination persists. We… our purification efficiency can't keep up with the contamination rate."

"On the front line, the Lawbreaker Legion already has three battalions whose consciousness collapsed during purification due to law overload."

"The newly joined civilizations are panicking. They… they have never seen this kind of enemy. This is not war; it is a natural disaster."

Li Hu paused, staring at the vague, inferred coordinates on the star map that represent the Demon Temple; the coordinate resembled a black hole, ready to swallow all hope.

"They… will waver. This Alliance is far too fragile."

Wang Zhize listened silently.

He could see Li Hu's clenched fist and hear the suppressed breathing and frantic keyboard clatter inside the command center.

Passive defense can only ever chase the virus from behind and eradicate it.

Treating the symptom, not the cause.

Wang Zhize's will shifted from that Demon Emperor imprint and spread over the entire Newborn Realm Alliance.

"Li Hu."

A calm voice rang directly in Li Hu's mind.

Li Hu snapped upright.

"I decide to launch a proactive attack on the Demon Temple."

"What?"

Li Hu's brain stalled for a moment.

Proactive… attack? We can barely hold the defense, and you want to assault a Demon Temple we can't even glimpse a shadow of?

"Transmit my highest command."

Wang Zhize's voice wavered not a iota, as if stating an already determined future.

"Newborn Realm, enter total war state."

Buzz—!

An invisible wave of will, centered on the primordial void, swept across all Alliance worlds in an instant.

"I define: all Alliance worlds shall immediately connect to the Newborn Realm central server, defined as Core Nodes of the Supreme Defense Array."

"All world barriers share the Law Deflection and Concept Purification protocols."

The next second, in countless worlds scorched by demon flame, the trembling guardian arrays suddenly burst with unprecedented radiance!

A brand‑new barrier, crystal‑clear and etched with the runes "Newborn" and "Order", materialized out of thin air beyond the old arrays.

Demon flame striking it is no longer a festering sore, but like garbage data hitting a firewall—instantly repelled, broken down, and purified!

"This… this is…"

The strongest of countless civilizations stared dumbfounded at this miracle‑like scene.

Wang Zhize's command continued.

His will descended upon the Lawbreaker Legion's logistical base, within the mountain‑sized armory.

He packaged the thoroughly parsed Abyss Demon Path source, like a virus repository, and dispatched it.

"I define: all Lawbreaker standard armaments shall be forcibly upgraded."

"Inject the Anti-Demon Path protocol."

"Attack attribute, add Demon Qi Source Purification and Law Forced Stripping."

Inside the armory, billions of Law Rifles, concept grenades, and annihilation warblades bore strange black‑as‑ink patterns that nonetheless radiated a holy aura.

A soldier in preparation lifted his rifle and felt the barrel grow heavy.

He could sense that the gun had come alive.

It yearned to devour the filthy demon qi, reverse‑breaking it into the purest energy.

It is no longer a weapon.

It is the nemesis of demons.

Having done all this, Wang Zhize's will shifted and settled deep within the Newborn Realm, upon the massive figure that was dozing with a star as its pillow.

Wang Zhitao.

He seemed to sense something; his huge mouth snapped shut, saliva nearly dousing the star beneath him.

Wang Zhize packaged a "Universal Demon Creature Compendium" generated from the Demon Emperor's core data and thrust it straight into Wang Zhitao's mind.

It listed, in dazzling detail, the active zones of each demon race and the "flavor" and "mouthfeel" assessments of their powerful demon lords and demon kings.

"Brother?"

Wang Zhitao's half‑asleep consciousness awoke, then erupted into ecstasy.

"Meal's ready?!"

"Go." Wang Zhize's voice carried a hint of indulgence, "You take the vanguard and clean all these places for me."

"Got it!"

Wang Zhitao rolled over, his massive body turning into a rift‑splitting shadowy streak that vanished instantly at the spot.

He didn't even ask who the enemy was, or where.

He set off just by smelling the menu's aroma.

Immediately, Wang Zhize's will transformed into billions of data streams, traveling along the liberated "Void Net"'s old channels, broadcasting into the vast universe.

This is not an invitation, but more like an unavoidable "investment announcement" and "recruitment notice."

【To all civilizations yearning for order and freedom:】

【The old god is dead, a new order is being established.】

【The rot of the "Demon Temple" is eroding the universe.】

【We are forming the "Anti‑Demon Temple United Front"; anyone who joins will receive the Newborn Realm's full set of law‑technology support and share in the fruits of victory.】

【This is a proclamation, also a final ultimatum.】

The information instantly reached every corner of the universe.

Within a supercluster where a Dyson sphere encloses hundreds of stars, a massive mechanical consciousness awoke from slumber. Their homeworld had been enslaved by the Void Net for tens of thousands of years.

"Detected Newborn Realm Protocol… Permission level: Creation."

"Analysis: Demon Temple threat level: Extinction."

"Conclusion: Accept the proclamation. Mobilize the third, fifth, and seventh Heaven‑Based Annihilation Fleets to the designated assembly point."

In a magical plane shrouded by the World Tree, the ancient Dragon Council and the Elf Council's millennial dispute halted at this moment.

A golden colossal dragon opened its molten‑gold vertical pupils, and a deep draconic voice resonated through the heavens: "The new 'Heaven'… summons us. The glory of the dragon race does not permit the shadows of old to once again shroud the earth."

In a vast cultivation world suffused with ethereal aura, atop the ten‑thousand‑meter peak of a secluded sect, an ancestorial patriarch who had been seated in meditation for nine thousand years suddenly opened his eyes.

In his eyes reflected the scenes of the universe's birth and death.

"This calamity is also this fate."

"Transmit my decree, gather all disciples, prepare the 'Extermination Sword Formation', and follow me… to campaign!"

……

Abyss.

The endless Demon Realm Core.

Seated upon the Bone Throne, the Abyssal Demon Emperor's burning giant eyes indifferently "watched" everything unfolding in the universe.

He could feel an invisible great net rapidly spreading, centered on the Newborn Realm.

Countless forces he once regarded as dust were gathering, integrating, and upgrading at unprecedented speed.

That new 'Heaven' was waging a war in a manner he could not comprehend, even feeling a hint of chill.

"Gather the Doomsday Legion."

The Demon Emperor's cold voice echoed through the Abyss.

"Notify all members of the Demon Temple that new 'fertilizer' has arrived at their doorstep."

……

Primordial Void.

Wang Zhize's will has completed all pre‑war arrangements.

In front of him, a sand table composed of pure computing power was rapidly simulating.

Millions of possible wars were born and perished within his will.

He extended his hand and made a light stroke on the sand table.

"I define: this battle is the Newborn Realm's Ascension Ceremony."

"The battlefield is the Law Trial Ground."

"All demons are defined as Grinding Stones, their existence solely to witness and establish my order."

Having done all this, his will, for the last time, entered the hearts of all alliance members, all fleets, and all warriors.

There was no rousing mobilization.

There was no glorious promise of victory.

Only a sentence of utmost calm, yet imbued with supreme authority.

"This battle is for order, for rebirth."