Middle section of the Impassable Mountain Range, Hermes Mountain Range.
The gigantic shadow cast by the Deity of Gods had already touched the edge of the highlands. Floating Life Beasts flowed through the mountains and connected the east and west wings, causing the mountain range to become a magnificent red line. With this supply line, the army at the ridge of the continent could enter the Four Kingdoms without any restrictions.
Everything was just as Mask had predicted —
Although the humans' harassment never stopped, they were helpless against the Deity of Gods' advance. The following battle would turn into a war of attrition without any skill. The race had the advantage in numbers, furthermore, their technology allowed them to have the greatest number. Even the Inferior Demon Bodies that were useless in the past could become powerful war machines. The disparity between the two was even greater.
The opponent did possess extraordinary skills, but it did not shorten the intrinsic difference between the races. From birth to maturity, the former required at least a decade, while the Inferior Demon Bodies only required a short two years. They did not need to go through the trouble of choosing a mate and mating. With the constant increase in casualties, the humans would collapse sooner or later.
That's right, the development did not deviate from his expectations — except for one thing.
"I want to know, what's going on?" He stood in the observation room at the bottom of the Deity of Gods and roared at his subordinates.
His subordinates looked at each other and lowered their heads, none of them daring to speak.
He rarely asked questions that he already knew the answer to, because it was just venting his emotions and a waste of time. Only lowly beings like Blood Conqueror and Loathing would be passionate about it. It was obvious what had happened — a large number of demonic beasts had appeared on the Hermes Highlands and were engaged in battle with the Symbiotic Demons that he had released. The Symbiotic Demons were supposed to be rushing towards the Four Kingdoms and slowly whittling down the humans' strength, but now, a portion of them were being held back by the demonic beasts!
They converged into numerous Black Tides on the plains and surged into the abandoned city through the large gap. This pass might have been a fortress used by the humans to defend against the demonic beasts, but it had now been replaced by the race.
It would have been fine if that was all.
Nassaupelle saw the Sky-sea Realm's' nest 'amidst the horde of demonic beasts.
This was the true reason for his loss of composure.
Unlike humans, the race had long understood that the so-called demonic beasts were a branch of the Sky-sea Realm, similar to the Inferior Demons of the race. Every time the Months of Demons came and the magic power was abundant, the "nest" would release a large number of spores, which would be blown to the earth by the sea breeze and infect the ordinary beasts, transforming them into various strange species, and then let them evolve and fight on their own.
The demonic beasts had low combat strength and posed little threat to the race. The Sky-sea Realm's Beasts. The Sky-sea Realm Realm. From another point of view, this was a manifestation of the Sky-sea Realm's lack of control over the continent. Other than using such methods to create minor problems for their race, it was difficult for them to encroach on the continent's hinterlands.
But the Nest was Realm Range.
It was the backbone of the Sky-sea Realm, and its race would not easily let go of such a target. Furthermore, of the Sky-sea Clan had had Realm, they had Demons. and Sea. above, Realm realm realm realm realm realm, the Tribe, the land, Tribe, had the land, King Lands, Dragon,, Demon
Over the past eight hundred years, the race had slowly annexed more than half of the Land of Dawn. They had also established a long line of defense near the sea to prevent the Sky-sea Realm from ambushing them from the rear. It was understandable for the demonic beasts to gather in the continent's interior, but the appearance of the Nest made the nature of the situation completely different.
Either an idiot had neglected his duties and missed out on the Sky-sea Realm's movements, or something serious had happened in the rear!
His subordinates had most likely thought of this, which was why they did not dare to respond.
Thinking back to the sudden loss of contact with the King, Nassaupelle felt extremely vexed and uneasy.
"Lord Mask." A higher ascendant suddenly walked into the observation room. "There's a message from the Birth Tower. The King is summoning you!"
"What?" Nassaupelle turned his head abruptly. "Are you sure it's the King?"
The other party was taken aback. "From the fluctuations in the Realm of Mind, it's indeed the Presiding Holy See … My Lord, is there a problem?"
"No, I'll head over now." Nassaupelle restrained his emotions and said coldly. He and Silent Disaster agreed that it was best not to reveal the fact that they had lost contact with the Blackstone region. It was normal for his subordinates to have such a reaction.
In the end, it was the Nest that messed up his pace.
Reaching the top of the tower, Mask concentrated and responded to the intense fluctuations.
It was indeed from the Presiding Holy See … However, there were some minute differences from before. Unfortunately, with his standard, he was unable to identify the source of the abnormality.
[Thank you for your summons, my esteemed King! What happened previously?] The moment Nassaupelle opened his mouth, he habitually complained. "In the days without your guidance, I have been feeling uneasy. Furthermore, Sky Lord's whereabouts are unknown. Thankfully, the Symbiote's performance was extremely outstanding, allowing the Western Front to — "
"Enough." The King interrupted him. [I know you have a lot to say, but that's not important. The Blackstone region has been lost. ]
Nassaupelle immediately forgot the words of praise to the back of his mind. He paused for a moment before repeating in disbelief. [Blackstone region … lost? ]
[Although it has not been completely invaded by the Sky-sea Realm, it is only a matter of time. Our enemies have become completely different from the past. This has caused the already weak defensive line to completely collapse. Heart of Hatred has died on the battlefield.] The King's tone was unperturbed, as though he was discussing a matter that had nothing to do with the fate of his race. [I have already given the order to abandon the Blackstone region and retreat to the Land of Dawn. ]
[King, please think twice!] Nassaupelle turned anxious. It was a great migration of hundreds of millions. Even excluding the demonic bodies, there were at least tens of millions. Under the situation of lacking Red Mist supplies, how many people could reach the Land of Dawn alive? Perhaps not even ten percent of the total! Furthermore, the Land of Dawn was now being attacked by the Sky-sea Realm. They had to venture deep into the continent to gain a foothold, but how could there be so many strongholds in the Fertile Plains to supply their race? If they had the ability, they would not have attempted to occupy Taquila!
[Sacrifices are unavoidable, but this is the best solution at the moment.] The King spoke bluntly. [Red Mist is not a problem. Once the decision is made to retreat, the past Birth Towers can be transferred to obtain new life. This technology has already been proven on the ridge of the continent. As for Starfall City, Arrieta, Taquila, Hermes … and even the God's Stone mines in the human territories, they can all be used as new Incubation Points. ]
[But moving so many Birth Towers at the same time, even with the strength of the entire race —] Nassaupelle was suddenly stunned. "Don't tell me you —"
[That's right, I have already fused with the magic power core, allowing King's City to become the new Deity of Gods. ]
Mask could not help but shiver. Fusing with inanimate objects meant that the King would forever be fixed to the Birth Tower, becoming something similar to the 'Mother of the Race' … The ice-cold logic was merciless to him, causing him to feel fear from the bottom of his heart.
It was probably because of the King's transformation that they had lost contact with him previously.
But it was as the King had said. This way, all the logistical problems could be easily resolved. With the power of the Deity of Gods, it was completely possible to accommodate multiple Birth Towers and replace the strongholds to spread the Red Mist, minimizing the losses of the migration.
Then the final problem was the humans.
The moment this thought emerged, it was confirmed by the King.
[My race no longer has the time to waste with the humans. We have to obtain the legacy shard as soon as possible. Only then will we have a chance to contend against the current Sky-sea Realm. ]
And there was only one way to destroy the humans in an extremely short period of time, regardless of the cost.
[I order you, from the moment the first batch of migrants reach the Fertile Plains, the Western Front operation will shift to Plan B.] The King ordered.
Nassaupelle could not help but feel excited.
In fact, Plan B. was his brainchild, but he never expected it to be realized.
It would definitely be an earth-shattering destruction!
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