Chapter 133: Look, the Torrent of the World is Resounding

In the eyes of the players, the world has begun to gradually become unfamiliar.

The Star-Bearers, who were originally supposed to be on good terms with the players, suddenly seem to have turned into unfeeling machines. They have begun to restrict the players' activity areas and have chosen to shoulder the entire responsibility for the defensive lines by themselves.

Related industries and facilities on the Antarctic Continent have also been confiscated using precious metals or mandatory orders; only around the Golden Land, Hope City, and the Antarctic Pivot do large numbers of players remain. But in most cases, they are under the surveillance of the Star-Bearers and are unable to do anything.

At first, the players were very dissatisfied, and many even began to charge the Star-Bearers' checkpoints. Of course, with the players' abilities, it was effectively no different from a group of flies charging a city wall. While the vast majority of players have a physical fitness level of one to two, the average physical fitness of the Star-Bearers has now reached fifteen; the gap between them is even greater than that between humans and demons.

But the main issue is that the players do not understand; they do not understand why, having given so much and having had so many beautiful memories and various events, they are not allowed to participate in the final battle.

Can the players not fight demons? Are the players not worthy of trust, leaving only those Elf girls of the Star-Bearers, wearing masks and helmets that obscure their faces, to charge against those hideous demons on the bloody battlefield? Countless players would rather die themselves than see the Elf girls they like die.

However, for the Star-Bearers, it is not like that at all.

"They do not understand our great cause, so there is no need to explain anything to them. In our minds, we have the most primitive knowledge, as well as the lingering voices of our master, our father."

Sitting in an armored personnel carrier heading to the front line, the squad leader is wearing a mask and conducting the final combat mobilization.

Every Elf sitting in the seats, regardless of gender, is dressed neatly, with exquisite Runes outlined on their helmets and breastplates; even judging by the firearms neatly placed beside them, shining with four-colored light, the weapons they possess are essentially Demon Weapons forged from demon Souls.

Because there are simply too many demons dying on the battlefield, and some contain too little information, Li Ang has stuffed these useless demons into the weapons as one-time consumables to increase attack power.

If the war continues, products such as Demon Breastplates, Demon Helmets, and Demon Clothing will also be issued one after another.

But for the Star-Bearers, what they value more is the small, pale golden halo blooming above the head of the masked squad leader. This is a Psionic Ring, and also a mark proving their status as Star-Bearers. These marks can release a Psionic Ring to counter enemy attacks.

Only by coordinating in battle to eliminate Great Demon-level enemies can one receive such an item afterward. Although being a squad leader proves she only plays a supporting role, that radiance still makes one feel a sense of longing and burning in their heart. It means their master is watching them. As a batch of people who walked out of Cloning Vats and grew up listening to the teachings of the Star-Bearer Lord, they naturally envy this.

And clearly, the squad leader understands this well; she places the Psionic Ring at the most conspicuous position behind her head, grabs the overhead railing, and delivers the final instructions in the vehicle with great seriousness.

"Whether it is Humans, Elves, or other races, everything in this world cannot understand the greatness of our cause. What we are fighting against is the malice of living beings themselves, as well as our own inherent flaws. These filthy individuals without a great will eventually gave birth to demons, and we need to clean up this filth."

"We will not fail in this battle, because we will eventually connect to that great individual. We will become 'us'. We are never isolated individuals split apart, because our great father cares for us; he believes we should have a better self and future. But, we also know that only with the existence of our father can we exist. He is us, and we are him."

"So for our civilization, for ourselves, let us prepare to begin the greatest battle of our lives! Losing one's life is not scary at all; what is scary is not knowing what we are dying for!"

"Star-Bearers, we have arrived! Begin to become ourselves!"

The vehicle stopped in place, and the surrounding baffles unfolded instantly. The minds of the twelve Star-Bearers instantly connected to the Psionic Spire that exists in the current realm. A familiar, yet slightly strange feeling reconnected to their consciousness and roots, beginning to take over their thinking.

"Temporary Combat System communication connected, operations starting now. Please proceed with your own battles and task assignments according to the intuition and concepts in your minds. Please rest assured, there will be no errors."

"..."

A sense of peace.

Just like the first time they heard the voice of the Star-Bearer Lord, the feeling of being at a loss after detaching from the great swarm was instantly filled. Countless wills returned to the origin, acting like a single entity.

At this moment, they no longer had any distinction of names or thoughts; all that remained were symbols and basic constituent units. Just like the cells and proteins arranged on a fist when a person throws a punch, the individual Star-Bearers, under the condensation of a unified will, finally turned into a powerful fist.

And in front of this powerful fist, no demon, no person could possibly block their offensive.

"Raise guns and fire."

Looking at the empty snowfield, such a signal suddenly came to their minds.

And among the twelve people in the entire squad, half raised the Demon-Empowered Firearms in their hands and began to fire at the open space in front of them. At the same time, three others threw grenades to the left and right of the open space. The final three-person team formed a mortar squad on the spot, placed the Holy Light Shells into it, and instantly blasted them into the very center of the open space.

This series of actions appeared on the surface to be just a waste of time, with no combat significance at all. But in reality, the moment the firearms arrived, space began to distort. Dozens of demons emerged from the blue-glowing portals and were completely wiped out before they could even let out their first cry.

With the support of the Northern Teleportation Star Gate Wonder, predicting the demons' teleportation locations has become possible. The Battlefield Psionic Commander can instantly know the local spatial distortion and dispatch troops to snipe them in time.

However, this was only the first wave.

In long-term combat, the demons have long been adept at using their numerical advantage to pile up an effective war strategy built purely of blood and ash. They can use the corpses of their own kind to buy time for their subsequent powerful offensives.

"The first wave of space-time distortion has ended. Psionic diffusion has begun; the enemy will be uniformly distributed in a state of randomness within a space of about fifty meters up and down. Please be aware."

The cold Battlefield Intelligence reminded them in their minds.

The next moment, under the gaze of all the supporting Star-Bearer echelons, as if a trash can had been opened, hundreds and thousands of demon figures emerged in all the space in front of them.

Some of these demons even appeared directly from mid-air and were smashed into a puddle of mud. Others were smothered underground, constantly letting out wails. In the next second, the long-range artillery units guided platinum-colored artillery fire like raindrops into the distorted area where the demons were emerging; countless light and shadows, accompanied by the screams of the demons, made the Star-Bearer army in front look incomparably tall.

But everyone also knew clearly that when the space-time distortion reaches a certain level, that is the beginning of the demon army. The Star-Bearers just watched everything in front of them coldly, watching the demons rush into the distorted flat land one after another, only to be blown into magic power and fly ash by the platinum artillery fire. Then, watching the screaming demons tear the space-time distortion more and more exaggeratedly, and seeing the artillery fire even undergo time-axis uncertainty and even space-time rupture during its descent, people knew the third stage was coming soon.

"Space-time distortion detected, the demon battlefield has been initially laid out, we can deploy war weapons."

The branches in the sky that hung down the Golden Curtain also began to flash with sparks.

In the distant Antarctica, rows of Star-Bearer Orbital Capsules hanging in the sky, clinging to zero-friction tracks, began to use infinite electric rings to accelerate, forming a cluster of sparks in the air in the blink of an eye.

"First Heavenly Ladder Sequence is preparing."

Facing the sparks spreading in all directions in the firmament, the voice in their minds said emotionlessly.

"After the countdown ends, the Pale Knight will arrive on the battlefield to assist us in the attack. But please pay attention to positioning; do not let the Pale Knight cause friendly losses. We will try our best to correct the orbital structure to avoid accidents."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Orbital Strike has been deployed, please coordinate, troops on the ground."

Watching the demons already beginning to distort the surrounding space-time, forcibly eating the artillery fire into the Subspace, the Star-Bearers watched these grinning demons silently, until a spark descended from the sky.

The shells covered with Runes and gravity acceleration devices descended instantly from the sky, piercing the core of the demon army formation. Like a blooming lotus, the moment the silver-white fruit began to bloom, countless blades formed by dazzling white light were released, sweeping through all enemies within a ten-meter radius.

Huge Knights, at least three meters tall, covered in silver-white Rune armor and holding bright silver Light Spears, walked out of the fallen capsules, instantly shattering the demons' formation from the center. Taking advantage of the moment the demon army was in chaos, other Star-Bearers rushed down from behind the cover formed by the vehicles and the rocks of the snowy mountains. The silver-white bayonet-equipped rifles formed a grim forest of guns, surrounding and strangling the demons fleeing in all directions.

Although in the process of close-quarters combat, it was inevitable that some Elves were traded away by the demons who were fatally wounded and fought back, the vast majority of Star-Bearers did not suffer even the slightest injury.

The bright silver Knights looked at the cleared battlefield around them and stood silently around the projected Orbital Capsule. And that huge Orbital Capsule also made a harsh gear-meshing sound in the cold air, absorbing the demon magic power spreading around, gradually nailing a small spire into the ground. And the moment it connected, all the Star-Bearers felt the link seem to become a little tighter.

Looking like a blue crystal, the spire was surrounded in the core after being deployed by the silver-white landing capsule; this thing is the port for the Battlefield Command Hub, capable of absorbing the magic power diffused by the demons, while reporting the surrounding environment and resources to the Core Terminal, continuing to share the core's tasks.

"Battlefield terminal deployment complete, now beginning to calculate the Reality Index for stabilization... Reality Index stabilization complete. Thank you very much to all Star-Bearers for participating in the battle; you will receive three days of rest. Would you like to withdraw?"

"—All personnel refuse rest. Now assigning relevant tasks for major war zones to everyone; please perceive the direction yourself and join the battles on all sides."

"Now calibrating the battlefield situation for you... Please provide combat support in the following directions."

"Region 332.114 requires artillery support."

"Region 332.129 requires a squad of infantry for support."

"Region 334.117 requires three to five squads of infantry for reinforcement."

"Area 333.119..."

In this cold, snowy field, several Star-Bearers and thousands of demons were buried.

Everyone scattered like flowing water in the blink of an eye; several Star-Bearers began to clean up the battlefield and recover the corpses, while the pale Knights turned and walked toward another battlefield. More Star-Bearers did not even glance at one another, moving silently in all directions.

Just as when they arrived, they would encounter high-speed armored vehicles on the road; squad leaders and administrators would pull them onto the vehicles while in motion, conduct a brief battlefield briefing, and then deploy them into combat.

Every individual is interchangeable, and every unit designation has no meaning for its existence.

Throughout the entire world, the combat sequences of the Star-Bearers ravaged and assaulted the demon frontlines and the territories of other Order races like a torrent. Most of them did not even know what was happening; they only watched in shock as the Star-Bearers instantly coalesced into a single entity to shatter the local demons, then scattered in a hubbub, only to merge into a single entity again in another area in the blink of an eye to shatter the local demons once more.

That feeling was less like attacking a faction and more like fighting a single person. It was just that this person's form of expression was a bit abstract, existing in the way of a civilization. This method made almost everyone feel a great terror from the bottom of their hearts.

They watched helplessly as the torrent of the era destroyed all enemies. Then they watched helplessly as they took away everything that belonged to their own lands and resources. Even if they went up to question them, the only thing they would ever receive was a single sentence.

"'Because we are one.'"

"'He is us, and we are him.'"

I'll take some time this morning to write one chapter; I'll see if I can squeeze out the rest by noon or in the afternoon, but if I can't, there's really nothing I can do. It's impossible to write when people are visiting at home. They're leaving tomorrow, though, so it should be fine.

(End of this chapter)