Chapter 202: High School Saint Body? Qi Refining Saint Body!

Above the vast ocean.

The massive Englis Royal Fleet, with a staggering five hundred main battleships alone and over eight thousand other vessels of various sizes, spread across the sky and sea, breaking waves as it sped forward.

These warships, compared to those just captured by the Itori people in the western sea of the Itori Kingdom, appeared far more menacing even from their appearance. Smoother lines, more graceful shapes, every detail revealed an ultimate technological aesthetic.

On the colossal ships, you could not see a single externally mounted weapon system.

On the dark gray hulls, flickering faint lights traced out squares of various sizes—these were hatches perfectly integrated into the hull. Inside were massive compartments, and all weapon systems were hidden behind these hatches.

These warships sailed at high speed across the sea surface, yet they made almost no noise.

Even the waves violently parted and crashed against the thick hulls; an invisible force field enveloped the ships. The sound of breaking waves was actively neutralized by the force field, becoming extremely faint. Waves several zhang high struck with no more noise than a child clapping.

On the lead amphibious assault ship, whose bizarre shape was two sizes larger than the battleships, a group of men with golden hair and golden eyes, or golden hair and blood-red eyes, gathered in the bridge command room. All wore gloomy expressions.

Two men with golden hair and blood-red eyes could not control their emotions. Beneath their skin, black and red veins pulsed continuously. Dense dragon scales had grown on their bodies, swelling and then rapidly collapsing under their intense suppression.

"The Supreme Council of Elders is very dissatisfied," a man with golden hair and blood-red eyes said grimly. "Building these warships didn't take much effort, but sending them to this world in such a short time... we've occupied far too much transport capacity on the world passages."

"In the past half month, all the world passages under our control were used exclusively to transport these damned, backward metal lumps. As a result, for an entire half month, we couldn't send even a single fresh vegetable, a single fresh fruit, or a single fresh steak or lamb chop to the Pantheon... The elders are very dissatisfied."

"Of course, the elders understand the big picture. They know all this is necessary to completely conquer this world."

"But the elders' noble relatives are very dissatisfied. Some of them, with the potential of divine sons, have issued the most severe threats to our forward base headquarters."

"It's not just fresh vegetables, fruits, steaks, and lamb chops, but also fine wines, clean water, and those healthy commoners whose genes are uncontaminated—all are resources the noble relatives desperately need. As far as I know, in recent years, the noble relatives have established over three hundred base cities."

"New base cities require a massive population to fill. Workers, farmers, servants, guards, and so on... The population from the Eastern Kingdom is the best labor choice for these base cities."

"But because of these iron lumps, several batches of ordered manpower have failed to be delivered to those noble relatives on time."

"I don't want to be resented by them. That is a deadly matter."

"So, for this battle, we must go all out—use our technology, our firepower, all our strength to crush the Itori Kingdom... The Council of Elders' intention is: since Itori dared to join hands with Saint Rose and use voodoo plague to attack us... then all citizens of the Itori Kingdom, except for tailors, jewelers, watchmakers, brewers, and other luxury goods providers, shall be sent into the Ascension Nest."

A man with golden hair and golden eyes slowly nodded: "Our Supreme Committee members hold the same opinion. The pressure on us is also enormous. You need a massive labor force—don't we need one too?"

"Especially the people of the Eastern Kingdom—their bodies are extremely pure, their genes completely uncontaminated. They are precisely the purest gene bank we urgently need for our civilization's seed plan..." The man with golden hair and golden eyes sighed. "We must conquer this world, but the Supreme Committee's order is clear: we must do everything to protect this world's environment. No matter how fierce the war, this world's environment must not suffer severe damage."

"Everyone knows the history of our homeland. A great war nearly collapsed our world's environment, and our entire civilization was almost wiped out. We cannot repeat that mistake."

In the command room, everyone's faces tightened.

At the same moment, a piercing alarm whistle suddenly sounded. The originally soft-lit command room was abruptly bathed in eerie red light. The rapidly flashing red glow made everyone's faces flicker like demons.

Hasty shouts echoed through the command room and across all the warships of this immense fleet.

"Enemy fleet detected ahead."

"Please note: some warships belong to the old nuclear fission reactor-powered vessels we previously built for the Englis... The other vessels' models are unknown and likely produced by Saint Rose."

In the command room, the golden-haired men's eyes flickered as they simultaneously stared at several men in traditional Englis noble robes. "Excellent! We spared no effort using the world passages' transport capacity to send you reinforcements, and you just handed them over to the Itori. Ah, absolutely brilliant!"

The several Englis nobles dared not speak; they merely bowed deeply to everyone as an apology.

Amid the shrill alarm, this fleet—jointly supported by the Committee and the Pantheon, urgently built in their homeland and transported through world passages—had thin streams of light flowing across the surface of all ships. Heavy hatches silently opened, and various ornate naval cannons slid out smoothly from behind, spitting eerie glows.

High above.

At an extremely high altitude.

A bizarrely shaped metal construct, entirely turquoise with a crescent moon emblem on its surface. Within the crescent moon, a faintly sketched eerie eye emitted a twisted, illusory blue glow as it hovered nearly a million li above the ground.

Inside the metal construct, men and women with eyes so blue they verged on purple, their vast psychic powers surging like tangible waves rolling from their eyes, were earnestly operating exquisite instruments made of crystals with intricate structures.

They were silent; not a sound was made in the chamber.

But their surging psychic forces were linked as one. In the span of a snap, the information they exchanged was a hundred times greater than what the experts from the Committee and the Pantheon could communicate by talking nonstop for three days and nights.

Within their constructed psychic field, praises like "Supreme Amite" and "Supreme Anus" rose and fell.

Below, on the ocean, information about the rapidly approaching fleets of Itori and Englis—including the vessels' appearances, energy signatures, speeds, headings, even the composition of the hull metals—flowed like water, continuously extracted and rapidly concentrated toward the center. There stood a tall man, seven chi in height, with hair fully three zhang long.

The man was enveloped by a powerful psychic field, becoming the core hub of the immense psychic force within this metal sky palace. Countless information converged in his brain, then turned into visible blue-purple streams, constantly pouring into a huge, multifaceted crystal floating behind him.

This crystal vibrated at a terrifyingly high frequency—over a billion times per snap of a finger. Under such intense vibration, the surrounding space subtly twisted. Countless information turned into high-frequency psychic pulses, transmitted through these minute spatial distortions to extremely distant places.

Within the psychic field, a message flowed: "The Englis fleet is powerful, but their technology is inferior to ours. If this is the highest technology they can field, then the technology we've given to the Amy Federation is enough to defeat them head-on."

Another spiritual fluctuation 'rang out': "What about the fleet from the Holy Ros Empire?"

The mental force field fell into silence.

After a long while, a spiritual fluctuation 'responded': "A very strange technology. Their hulls possess metal activity beyond the ordinary. Their hulls seem to have certain biological characteristics? We suspect that if their hulls are damaged, they can automatically absorb external metal materials to repair themselves."

"Living hulls?" Exclamations of admiration like 'Supreme Amite' and 'Supreme Anus' rang out continuously.

"Enjoy the show well. Although a battle of this scale is a small spectacle, you little ones born after the war have never seen anything like it, have you?" The burly man in the center opened his eyes, and a 'resonant' 'mental voice' echoed throughout the entire Metal Celestial Palace: "Both sides combined amount to just over ten thousand warships—this truly is a small spectacle. I participated in the 'Eschaton War' back then. The Paladin armies of the Temple of Amite and the Temple of Anus, in the Eschaton War, had over one hundred thousand floating battle fortresses in the sky, over two million warships of all classes on the ocean, over three hundred thousand large war fortresses on land, and over ten billion other war machines of various sizes."

"Compared to the Eschaton War, this is just a small skirmish on a minor scale."

"However, it is sufficient. You little ones, study earnestly... That sister star of our homeworld—a sister star with such a perfect environment—should naturally be ruled by us."

In the burly man's eyes, terrifying intense light violently oscillated. He finally spoke, as if he hadn't spoken for ten thousand years, his tongue stiff as a wooden stake, his voice extremely sluggish and hoarse.

"We have always known of this sister star's existence, while they know nothing of us."

"Yet, the ancient sages chose them... Those sages established their cultivation sites on this planet, they preached the Dao here, and even the disciples they brought mated with the natives of this planet, procreating... All the best things were given to them."

"And what about us?"

"We were abandoned... Because of the nature of our race, because of the miraculous and unimaginable mental force field bestowed upon us by Amite and Anus, we were abandoned. They even deemed it beneath them to build even the lowest grade of cave dwelling on our homeworld!"

"Now, we will let those lofty sages know."

"Their choice was wrong."

"The followers of Amite and Anus will eventually conquer the sister star of our homeworld, slaughtering to the last all the bloodlines of the disciples those sages valued, and utterly destroy them... What the sages were unwilling to grant us, we will ultimately take back with our own hands!"

No mistake, first release, content, in, one look!

Within the vast cabin, the eyes of the numerous men and women lit up in unison. A terrible mental storm swept through the entire cabin. If the entire Metal Celestial Palace were not made of special materials, this single mental storm would be enough to completely destroy a great mountain and crush it into pieces.

The mental strength of these men and women was ethereal and mixed, lacking the purity and solidity of a cultivator's soul... But purely in terms of quantity, even the weakest man or woman present possessed a total mental strength approaching the peak of a Celestial Immortal!

The burly man said softly: "Increase the investment in Duke Jieshi... Let the Amy Federation give him more practical support... Let Duke Jieshi's army join the war."

"The resources of the homeworld have been exhausted. Until the resources we send back arrive, we have no strength to send more of our kin here... Every single life of our kin here is precious... We cannot be drawn into the war. Duke Jieshi is our sharpest blade."

"Let him bleed these damned bastards... The more of them die, the better."

The hair strands behind the burly man's head floated, a few strands tangling together and coiling in front of him like a tentacle, forcefully rubbing his chin. He murmured: "We absolutely must not get involved in the war... I detest war... I hate war... Damn cursed war... Ah, have the tribesmen on the ground pay attention, especially those fellows Oshu, O'G, and Oli. Have them use the Amy Federation's power to thoroughly investigate the origins of those blond-haired men, as well as Maria, and Sophie, Marso, and the others."

"Merciful Amite has given me some ill omens... These people will be very troublesome."

"The biggest trouble should be... should be... Maria? And... Sophie..."

The burly man shook his head lightly and laughed disdainfully: "As for those seemingly vicious blond-haired men, whether it's some committee or some Pantheon... of course they are threats, but they don't carry enough weight."

After a moment's hesitation, the burly man sneered: "At least, at the current stage, the threat they have shown is insufficient—very insufficient."

On the sea surface.

Two enormous fleets were rapidly approaching each other.

On the amphibious assault ships, the blond-haired men had no idea that a hundred thousand miles away in the high sky, one of the behind-the-scenes controllers of the Amy Federation from a foreign realm had evaluated them as "not worth worrying about."

They looked ahead with full confidence, strange golden and blood lights flowing in their eyes. The weakest among them had strength at least at the Celestial Immortal level. Their physical bodies far surpassed ordinary humans, and from hundreds of miles away, they clearly saw the details of the enemy fleet ahead.

Several hundred main battleships, on their forward main turrets, rectangular-mouthed main cannons suddenly lit up.

Accompanied by a piercing air screech, deep within the hulls, burning furnaces provided endless power. The muzzles of the main cannons suddenly burst forth with light a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more blazing than sunlight.

Streaks of terrifying flowing light tore through the air, warped the void, rapidly vaporized the seawater along their path. The rapidly vaporized seawater even formed high-pressure air explosions, producing terrifying detonations.

The sea surface for hundreds of miles around was boiling. High-temperature beams of light tore through the air and smashed heavily into the Edorian fleet.

The five hundred main ships that had been seized by the Edorians, originally belonging to the Yingshiren, suffered fatal strikes in the span of a single finger-snap. From bow to stern, the five hundred great ships were directly pierced through. High-temperature flames ignited the entire warships. The large-caliber shells inside the hulls didn't even have time to explode, burning away completely in the high-temperature beams, turning into terrible metal vapor.

Five hundred warships vanished in an instant, followed by five hundred enormous fireballs erupting.

Behind, on the transport ships, the black-clothed men with cold expressions and eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation had electronic light flickering in their eyes. Faint, cold electronic sounds emerged from within their bodies.

They carefully observed the effect of this salvo. Among them, one even flicked his sleeve, and from the cuff flew a mechanical bird whose internal structure was entirely composed of machinery but whose exterior was indistinguishable from an ordinary seagull. It shot forward at terrifying speed, diving headfirst into the blinding light of the destroyed ships exploding ahead.

These mechanical birds were destroyed within a breath, but an equally massive amount of information was transmitted back.

A black-clothed man muttered softly: "Report to Lady Maria. Preliminary assessment: threat level of the opponent's technology to the main civilization, zero, green tier... threat to us at present, level five... red tier... uncertain if this represents their highest technological level. Suggestion: adjust their actual threat level to, level six... yellow tier."

"That is, the power the opponent is currently displaying has a high probability of posing a fatal threat to Lady Maria's main body."

The Far East.

Inside the St. Ross Far East Army Command, Maria was sitting with her legs crossed, listening to military reports from several St. Ross generals. Frowning, she said with extreme displeasure, "What are you saying? There are minotaurs showing up near the defense lines of those Eastern Kingdom barbarians? Huh, almost exactly the same as the minotaur monster that destroyed the International Settlement in Pinghai City back then?"

Maria opened her mouth slightly, and countless streams of information cascaded down like waterfalls in her eyes.

Suddenly, her body stiffened.

Inside her body, the muttering of that black-clothed man actually came through.

Maria's face turned very ugly: "Huh? Level six, Yellow-rank threat level? Am I that weak? Damn it..."

Maria glanced resentfully in the direction of Shanhaiguan, was silent for a moment, and after countless beams of electronic light whirled in her eyes, she said softly, "Stabilize the Shanhaiguan front. I'll rush to the Western Continent myself. I really want to see what kind of technological strength can pose a threat to my main body... Test them out... Sending authorization code..."