While Calaxus and the pope did not know the concept of space firepower, they were certain that these things could deal tons of damage to Lockmarton when they saw the horrifying and massive mechanical equipment and the shocked expression on the Lord of the Mountains' face. That was more than enough to deal damage to Lockmarton, much more than a group of archmages could fire three fireballs at once.
"This scale …" Geddon, the Lord of the Mountains, was stunned for a full minute before he spoke again. His eyes flashed like lightning, and his voice was trembling. "When did you …"
"After I came to this world and learned about the threat of Lockmarton, they had already started setting up the cannons outside," Hao Ren said, slightly adjusting the actual timetable. In fact, the MDT and Nolan had started setting up the cannons after he and Lily landed in Collow, but pushing the matter to the time of Lockmarton's threat made the whole process easier to accept. "You should already know that I am not from Collow, but from the 'outside' world. In my adventures in many worlds, I have seen many things similar to Lockmarton's, so we are very familiar with dealing with similar situations."
"Looking at the planning of these things, you guys are really familiar with it …" Geddon muttered, but the giant's mutterings were like thunder. "These things make me uneasy. I'll be honest, they can be used against more than just Lockmarton."
Hao Ren smiled. "I'll be honest too. If I want to deal with Collow, I can set up these things at any time."
Geddon seemed to smile. "Compared to Lockmarton, everything else can wait. Well, after seeing these things, I think your plan is feasible. Ah, even I am looking forward to the moment when Lockmarton is enveloped by these things. But before that, I have to confirm … are they really as powerful as they look? And I can only recognize some of them as weapons … They are not the same as the space-based firepower we set up before, so I need you to demonstrate. "
"Of course, no problem." Hao Ren reached out to poke the MDT. "Show me the product description."
The MDT flew up before Hao Ren's finger could poke it. "I said don't poke! I said don't poke!"
Then, it turned on the holographic projection and demonstrated some of the cannons being tested in space.
After the video demonstration ended, Hao Ren spread his hands. "Look, they are stable and reliable, and all of them have super high accuracy and power. Most of the small cannons can continuously fire for thousands of hours without any performance degradation until the core melts down. Apart from the amazing power of the heavy cannons, they also have the ability to track any moving target below the speed of light in real time, as well as non-encrypted escape targets through space and time …"
Nangong Wuyue poked Lily with the tip of her tail. "Since when did Mr. Landlord become an arms dealer?"
"Mr. Landlord is crazy. Don't worry."
"Eh? By the way, I didn't notice it before. What happened to your tail? "
"Shut up!! Can't I serve the people? "
Hao Ren had indeed entered into arms dealer mode. After two minutes of high, he suddenly snapped out of it and quickly stopped. "Ahem, anyway, these things are quite reliable. At least in terms of power, they are definitely stronger than what you can gather here, and they are not afraid of Lockmarton's mental attack."
"I now feel that your plan is unprecedentedly mature, and it is unprecedentedly feasible," Geddon said solemnly. "Then there's only one problem. Lockmarton will definitely not fall into your trap. Even if someone suddenly opens the prison door, his first reaction will not be to happily walk out, but to be even more vigilant. How are you going to convince it that the passage that suddenly appeared in front of it is not a trap, but an opportunity? "
Hao Ren smiled. "Of course, it won't jump in voluntarily. So, I have a plan for that. But first, I need some help from you …"
In the eternal dusk of the Nightmare World, the bells of Fidelinopolis rang.
First, the tallest and oldest bell tower in the city, the Morningstar Tower, rang its first bell. Then, the bells of the Cathedral District rang in response, followed by the Civilian District, the Commercial District, the Square District … All the bell towers in the city began to ring. The ancient mechanical structure creaked as it worked, driving the heavy hammers to send a series of roars across the city and the wilderness outside the city.
The ringing of the bells in Fidelinopolis was only held at the beginning of the War of Chaos every century. Under the leadership of the pope and the Twelve Cardinals, the Sacred City used the ringing of bells and drums to announce the beginning of the Age of Chaos. When all the bells rang, the most elite knights and battle priests of the Theocracy would board the magic-powered warships and inter-continental teleportation portals to the frontlines of the various secular countries to help them fight against the tide of Chaos until the end of the war. The surviving warriors would bring the names of the fallen back to Fidelinopolis, and the monks would blow the horns at the top of the various bell towers to announce the end of the War of Chaos and the beginning of the Age of Order.
This was the first time in history that Fidelinopolis rang its bell before the end of the War of Chaos.
This was the bell that announced the beginning of the final battle.
Compared to the ringing of the bells at the beginning of the War of Chaos, this one was simple and crude. This was because six of the Twelve Cardinals had sacrificed their lives to transport Fidelinopolis to the Forgotten Abyss. The rest of the cardinals, including the pope, would be participating in the final battle. The only people who presided over the ceremony on the bell tower, the city wall, and the platform were the young novice monks who had not been selected for the suicide squad, and the old, weak, and sick.
But on the other hand, what left the city amidst the ringing of the bell and rushed to the battlefield was an unprecedented army.
Hao Ren, Vivian, Lily, and the others stood on a section of the city wall that was still intact, watching the huge army move like a moving forest on the plains. All of the knights were armed to the teeth, all of the soldiers were in high spirits, and all of the cultivators had a determined look on their faces. They were neatly equipped with weapons and protective gear. Their spears and staffs were glowing with the light of holy magic. Golden battle flags were fluttering on all the nodes of the battle formation. The leaping sparks of Order reflected a layer of faint light on the faces of the warriors.
But other than that, the army did not make any noise.
There was no accompanying military band, no rousing slogans or speeches. This was an army that had already decided to die on the battlefield and had no intention of surviving. They only had one goal, and that goal was at the end of the plains. They marched on in silence, ready to fall at any point along the way. In the silence, only the sound of continuous footsteps could be heard, like thunder rolling across the earth.
A few huge figures passed through the city wall and appeared in their field of vision.
Geddon, King of the Mountains, Gourash, King of Fire, Keno, King of Thunder, Alftina …
Ten ancient Wardens walked in the middle of the formation. After a thousand years, they had finally returned to the battlefield and fought alongside their mortal brethren.
After the main formation left the city wall, the last group of extremely special troops finally appeared.
It was a group of swaying armor, empty robes, and shimmering phantoms. They followed behind the first echelon, like a strange army of the dead advancing silently.
In fact, it was indeed an army of the dead. They were the power of the dead that the pope had mentioned, the power of the dead that was buried in Fidelinopolis.
Over the past ten thousand years, countless pious and tenacious saints had been buried in the underground palace of Fidelinopolis. These great souls fought for the order of the world when they were alive, and even in death, their souls did not choose to rest in peace. About one-third of these Heroic Souls were brought to the Eternal Battlefield in the Forgotten Abyss to fight alongside the Warden Corps. The other two-thirds stayed in Fidelinopolis to continue to protect the land in the world of the dead. In this "Holy City Teleportation" plan, almost sixty percent of the dead in Fidelinopolis had sacrificed themselves to gather enough energy to complete the teleportation under Lockmarton's nose. Now, before Hao Ren were the remaining Heroic Souls.
In this Nightmare Realm where the real and the fake were indistinguishable, they could exert the power they had when they were alive and complete their last battle.
As the troops passed through the gate and gradually moved away on the plain, Hao Ren gently lifted his shoulder and spoke to the MDT through the mental link. "Is everything ready?"
"Yes," the MDT replied briskly. Although it was very close to Hao Ren, the two still chose to communicate through the mental link. "I will not delay such an exciting matter."
"Okay." Hao Ren's expression did not change. He was still standing on the wall, inspecting the troops. "From now on, I will open up access to my Dimensional Pocket to you. At the same time, inform Nolan that she can go to the 'plan point' and connect to the main reactor."
"I understand."
"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?" Vivian's voice suddenly interrupted in the mental link. "If your estimation is wrong, it will be a big problem to deal with the aftermath."
"It won't be wrong. I have touched the 'Tablet of Commandments' left by the Goddess of Creation. Although I can't fully understand the information recorded in it, I have a general understanding of Lockmarton. He is not an ordinary demigod, and his background is far more profound than the ordinary First Borns and Guardian Giants …" Hao Ren replied. "And even if it is wrong, it is a good thing. The whole plan is much less dangerous. We can deal with the aftermath later.
"Okay, that makes sense."
The mental link quieted down. Hao Ren looked up and looked at the end of the Scorched Plain.
In the distance, the vanguard of the army had arrived near the horizon.
Behind the clouds at dusk, a storm was brewing.
Lockmarton had no doubt noticed the army. The omnipresent power of Chaos was gathering.
The minions of the nightmares would not sit idly by and watch such an army challenge the throne of Spiral Hill. From the strange phenomenon in the sky, the first battle was about to begin.
What followed was a journey of thorns and flames of war.
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