Chapter 598: War and Guidance

The speed at which the enemy army surged out was getting faster and faster.

The rift had been torn to a point where it could no longer heal, and the spatial fragments at the edges peeled off layer by layer like broken ice shells, revealing the thick, near-solid darkness behind.

In the darkness, countless points of light were flickering—those were the eyes of hundreds of millions of creatures belonging to different races, yet driven by the same will, waiting to pass through the rift.

The Tier 8 creature leading the vanguard was an exceptionally large Starry Sky Behemoth, its body spanning the distance of several planes, every breath drawing massive amounts of free elements from the void.

Its head had no eyes, only a giant mouth split horizontally, lined with tens of thousands of teeth, each tooth engraved with runes emitting ominous red light.

It opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

That was a pure mental shock, enough to instantly shatter the mental sea of a low-tier wizard.

"Crush them!" Its will spread throughout the entire vanguard legion, "Let these self-righteous wizards know that the Alliance is the master of this void!"

Behind it, the army of hundreds of millions of high-tier creatures simultaneously erupted with their strongest auras.

The Starry Sky Behemoths stretched their bodies, widening the rift further; the energy aggregates rotated crazily, releasing radiation capable of distorting space; those creatures of various forms surged out like a tsunami, filling the entire void until not a crack remained.

They roared and bellowed, displaying their power, and under the orders of the Starry Sky Behemoths, they charged forward frantically, attempting to crush the wizards' defense line into powder with sheer numbers.

Then, they hit a wall.

That was a wall made of flesh and metal.

Those were the cannon fodder units of the four major factions, containing hundreds of millions of artificial puppets, elemental creatures, modified beasts, combat weapons... They surged out from the positions of the four major factions, forming lines of defense that were impenetrable in the endless chaotic void.

The moment the parallel world wizards saw these cannon fodder, their pupils collectively contracted.

Since the vast majority of those attending the gathering this time were high-tier wizards, the quality of these cannon fodder creatures was also terrifyingly high—the lowest were Tier 6.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance vanguard crashed into them.

Tier 6 against Tier 6, Tier 7 against Tier 7... The Myriad Worlds Alliance vanguard discovered in horror that they couldn't beat the opponent at the same level!

Even more troublesome was that even the Myriad Worlds Alliance wouldn't be extravagant enough to use only high-tier creatures as a vanguard army.

In that tide of creatures rolling, writhing, and roaring in the void, the vast majority were cannon fodder below Tier 5.

Of course, for the vast majority of civilizations, this level of quality and quantity was already enough to be despair-inducing.

They had relied on their advantages in quality and quantity to be invincible in past wars.

But now, facing the cannon fodder units dispatched by the wizard civilization, they were completely crushed in the very aspects of quality and quantity they were most proud of. In the Myriad Worlds Alliance vanguard, those squad leaders commanding Tier 4 and Tier 5 creatures looked at the enemies in front of them, composed of Tier 6 and Tier 7 creatures led by Tier 8 beings, and felt like primitive people holding wooden sticks crashing into an armored division.

The first wave of impact was shattered within seconds.

Those creatures below Tier 5 didn't even have time to touch the armor of the cannon fodder creatures before being riddled with holes by long-range firepower.

The Tier 6 and Tier 7 creatures barely managed to charge to the front of the line, but their attacks landed on the cannon fodder units, only splashing a string of sparks, while the counterattacks of the cannon fodder units could tear them apart directly.

Some Starry Sky Behemoths roared and charged up, attempting to crush the defense line with their size.

But those largest war puppets met them; although they weren't as large as the Starry Sky Behemoths, their strength was not at all weaker, and more importantly, their numbers far exceeded the opponent.

Almost ten puppets entangled one Starry Sky Behemoth, some responsible for containment, some for output, some for repairing damage.

Every attack from the Starry Sky Behemoth could only repel one or two war puppets, but more puppets surged up from the rear, filling the gaps, pinning them firmly in place.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance command post hovered hundreds of thousands of kilometers behind the front line, remodeled from the back shell of a giant Starry Sky Behemoth.

Inside the command post, a dozen figures of various forms sat around a stone table, with real-time footage of the front line projected in the void before them. The battle situation was very bad.

The vanguard had been completely suppressed, the cannon fodder below Tier 5 had suffered heavy losses, and the Tier 6 and Tier 7 troops were also entangled by the wizards' cannon fodder legion, unable to break through.

The combat power of those cannon fodder units far exceeded expectations; their protection was ridiculously thick, their firepower was shockingly fierce, and the numbers... just how many of them were there?

A lizard-beast commander stood up abruptly, his tail slapping the ground uneasily: "This isn't right! This isn't the wizard civilization we've fought before! Their cannon fodder is stronger than our main force!"

"Didn't we already say it? It's another one." A hoarse voice came from the corner.

That was a humanoid creature wrapped in a black robe, the hood pulled very low, making it impossible to see the face.

His voice was calm, carrying a strange gentleness, completely out of place with the irritable commanders around him: "Another, more powerful wizard civilization."

"Nonsense! I know it's another wizard civilization, but wasn't it said to be a parallel world? How is the combat power gap so large?!!!" The beast commander roared, "What do we do now? Let the vanguard retreat?"

"Retreat?" Another energy aggregate commander let out a harsh laugh, "Retreat where? The main force hasn't fully passed through the rift yet; retreat now and wait for them to counterattack?"

The argument continued for a moment, without any result.

Some advocated retreat, some advocated continued attrition, and others proposed splitting forces to flank.

But every plan had its own problems.

Retreat meant exposing the main army that wasn't ready, attrition meant implementing a piecemeal tactic, and splitting forces meant being defeated one by one. Finally, the black-robed man stood up.

His movements were slow, composed, like a drop of oil falling into boiling water.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to him.

"I have a proposal." His voice was still gentle, but every word was clearly transmitted to the ears of all the commanders present, "The reason the opponent's defense line is so solid is that the average level is higher than the vanguard army."

"Since the vanguard army lacks combat power, why not just dispatch all high-tier combat power at once and crush their defense line in one go. Don't give them any chance to breathe, don't give them any time to react..." He paused, saying meaningfully, "... and don't let them run either."

The command post was quiet for a moment.

Then, the beast commander slammed the table: "Good! Let's do that!"

The other commanders nodded one after another.

They didn't feel that their overall combat power was at a disadvantage; it was just that the main army hadn't had time to fully spread out yet.

But fortunately, all the high-tier combat power had already arrived.

If you really calculated it, the combat power of the main army behind probably wasn't as good as this batch of high-tier combat power.

Before, they hadn't sent everyone in because they were worried about too much damage.

But now that the effect of low-level combat power was limited, and there had already been such heavy losses, they might as well send all high-tier combat power in at once and crush everything.

The speed at which the resolution was passed was astonishing.

The commanders stood up one after another and flew toward their own legions. Soon, only the black-robed man and one beast commander remained in the command post. The beast was about to leave when it suddenly stopped, turned to look at the black-robed man, and a flash of confusion crossed its eyes.

"Do we... know each other?" It tilted its head, examining the black-robed man's silhouette, "I always feel you look familiar, like I've seen you somewhere." The black-robed man turned around, revealing half a gentle smiling face under the hood.

"Of course we know each other." He said, "We once worked together."

The beast commander's eyes lit up. "Right, right, right! I knew it!"

It enthusiastically crowded over, patting the black-robed man's shoulder with its tail: "During the last war, were you in the Third Legion? I remember you; you commanded very well!"

The black-robed man nodded, his smile unchanged: "You flatter me."

The beast commander laughed heartily, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then hurried away to assemble its troops.

The black-robed man stood in place, watching its back disappear into the void.

Then he raised his hand, revealing a fair wrist under the hood.

On the wrist, a small magic network terminal like a bracelet was glowing faintly.

"Reply: Guidance mission completed. The enemy is about to launch an all-out attack, with all high-tier combat power pouring out." He reported the intelligence calmly through mental power.

The other side was silent for a second.

Then, a voice suppressing ecstasy sounded in his mental sea: "Confirmed?"

"Confirmed."

"Good! Well done!" The voice was almost roaring, "Everyone, prepare!"

The black-robed man turned off the magic network terminal and retracted his hand into his sleeve.

He looked up at the distant front line.

There, the Myriad Worlds Alliance army was reassembling, all the Tier 6 and Tier 7 creatures converging toward the front line.

The army of tens of millions of Tier 8s, the army of hundreds of billions of Tier 6s and Tier 7s, all pressing forward.

He smiled, turned, and walked into the void, his black robe rustling behind him.

Inside the Star Ring Alliance command post, the atmosphere had completely changed.

The Tier 8 wizards who were just complaining about "too much cannon fodder consumption" now had eyes shining terrifyingly bright.

Some had already started checking their equipment, some were limbering up, and some couldn't wait to fly to the front line.

A Tier 8 wizard couldn't help but nod in admiration: "That old thing is worthy of having studied soul-system knowledge for a lifetime; to have completed the infiltration and guidance in such a short time..."

"It seems it was correct not to release all the Tier 8 cannon fodder units at the beginning; if there were too many Tier 8 cannon fodder units, it might have scared the opponent away directly."

"All-out attack?" A Tier 8 wizard grinned, "Then they won't be able to run."

The war weapons of the four major factions began to surge forward.

The Tier 8 wizards of the four major factions lined up in the void.

However, to prevent scaring the enemy away, they didn't reveal their figures completely.

Only the four hundred peak Tier 8s who were originally the delegation appeared; facing the army of tens of millions of Tier 8s, they not only felt no fear but instead smiled like it was New Year's.

A Tier 8 wizard of the Crimson Throne even licked his lips: "So many materials, enough to use for several years."

The Star Ring Alliance wizard beside him rolled his eyes: "Can you have some ambition? Those are Tier 8 creatures; capturing them alive is more valuable than killing them." "Who said I was going to kill them?" The Crimson Throne wizard revealed a ferocious smile, "Capture alive, use slowly."

The two looked at each other and laughed simultaneously.

In the void, the Myriad Worlds Alliance's army of ten million Tier 8s had finished assembling.

They lined up in a front spanning tens of millions of kilometers, leading a massive number of Tier 7 and Tier 6 units as they pressed toward the wizards' positions. The Starry Sky Behemoths let out silent roars, the energy aggregates rotated crazily, and the biological tide surged like a tsunami.

They were going to crush everything in one go.

On the Quantum Entanglement Flagship, Felix's projection appeared.

It watched the enemies covering the sky and earth, its expression as calm as ever.

"Attention all units. The enemy is about to enter range, prepare... free fire." ===== CHAPTER 599 =====