Chapter 617: Chapter 22 First Battle

“Outer Heaven Demon?”

Upon hearing this term, the family heads present were initially stunned, then quickly showed a peculiar expression.

When it comes to Outer Heaven Demons, immortals seem to also come from outside.

The Daoist ignored the thoughts of the family heads and continued on his own, “The Immortal said that any Outer Heaven Demon is tremendously powerful, and we must unite and prepare properly.

The disciples from various families’ immortal sects will return in the coming days, and if the situation is dire, the Immortal’s disciples will also take action, so you can rest easy.”

Upon hearing this, the family heads present noted the absolute necessity to unite. This wording implied that the families had no choice but to unite, and all worlds must come together.

However, uniting is easy to say but tricky to execute.

The first and foremost issue is leadership.

An alliance cannot lack a supreme leader. What follows is warfare, and the battlefield neither needs nor can accommodate a council; it requires absolute power, a unified voice.

“This alliance will be led by the Seven Immortal Villages, and the Alliance Hierarch position will be temporarily held by me. Does anyone have objections?”

The Daoist’s tone was very calm but had an undeniable authority.

The lands held by the Immortal Village Envoys are even less than some Low Grade families, but after controlling the Dao Technique channels for so many years, each Immortal Village Envoy has accumulated considerable foundations. These foundations are enough for them to easily defeat any Top Grade family or a coalition of Top Grade families.

Only those ancient worlds could struggle a bit.

And the power that comes with such strength is indeed coercive.

The Immortal Village Envoys need not consult family heads outside their ranks; if the Seven Villages reach an agreement, no family in the Immortal Country can resist.

The Daoist was not asking whether the family heads had opinions but rather if anyone intended to resist, allowing him to establish authority.

Unfortunately, his plan fell flat.

None of the family heads present dared question it; they didn’t even dare make any extra movements for fear of being labeled as opposition.

The Daoist glanced at the numerous family heads, sneered inwardly, and continued, “Since no one objects, then I reluctantly accept the Alliance Hierarch position temporarily. After heroes emerge in war, I’ll pass the position along.”

Having said this, he took out a stack of yellow papers from his sleeve and casually scattered them, allowing them to fly as if alive before the family heads.

“These are the things each family must provide. When you return, make sure to prepare accordingly; otherwise, if the timing for battle is missed, no one can save you.”

The family heads looked at the contents on the yellow papers, and their faces changed dramatically.

The troops and elixir material quantities on these yellow papers seemed like someone wrote them using their warehouse accounts and personnel records, each item just enough to empty their storage and guard squads.

“This…”

Some family heads wanted to question it but stopped when the Daoist gave them a slight glance.

If they couldn’t provide the items listed on the yellow papers, it wouldn’t matter. But they could, yet they were unwilling to hand over, simply wanting to preserve strength while letting others charge ahead?

In such a great matter of Boundary Defense, still thinking about personal interests, that’s obviously rotten behavior that needs to be expunged to ensure the purity of the Alliance.

The Daoist scanned the numerous family heads and continued, “The Immortal cherishes our lives, so he specially lets us few pass on the Immortal Classics to you. Everyone, listen closely; I’ll recite it only once. If you can’t remember, it only means you lack destiny with Dao.”

Although authority can make others comply on the surface, those harboring resistance always manage to stir trouble. Therefore, wielding a stick and offering a sweet date is necessary.

The Daoist paused momentarily, then began reciting the magic skill secrets.

The numerous family heads present listened intently. Those with poor memory even tore their robes, bit their fingers, and recorded with blood.

However, no one noticed there were additional listeners at this meeting.

“Hmm, quite interesting. It seems the Immortal shows some rationale; this is clearly a military array skill based on the cultivation method of Werewolves from the Immortal Country.”

In the laboratory, Richard listened to the Daoist’s recitation of the classics, commenting with interest.

The family heads could never have imagined their preparations were exposed to Richard from the start.

“Though these magic skills are useful, relying on a bunch of hastily gathered riffraff to utilize them is impossible.”

For other worlds, such military-like magic skills would indeed have a significant impact. Generally, normal worlds are usually unified; even if not, the level of division would not be extreme, usually no more than three or four fractions.

But the Immortal Country is different; due to the Immortal’s appointments, this world lacks a sufficiently large unified power. The direct manifestation of this absence is its military.

Although the Immortal Country’s Samurai numbers are considerable, these Samurai are dispersed among thousands of families, with almost no coordination among them. Yet, ironically, on the low-level battlefield, organization and coordination are the most crucial.

Lacking organization, a large number of Samurai amounts to mere bloated fat.

But this is prime good news for Richard. His goblin army, though strong, consists largely of untested novices, perfectly matched for a struggle with these weaker Samurai.

Richard gazed out the window, seeing the Immortal Country seemingly within reach in the distance.

“Such a beautiful world, it’d be a pity if it weren’t mine.”

…

The family heads’ congress lasted less than a day, ending after the classics were imparted and their positions under the Immortal Village Envoys were confirmed.

On the way back, the Young Master refused the Lu Family Head’s assistance and did not return to the Lu Family.

He too had been given a yellow paper at the congress, and the sole thing he needed to teach was the one word, White.

Watching the yellow paper, the Young Master expressionlessly burned it to ashes.

Moonlight streamed in through the carriage window, illuminating the Young Master, like a layer of silver chainmail.

“White, how long until he arrives?”

“Less than half a month.”

“Ask him if the battlefield can be directly placed near the Quan family.”

“Yes.”

Half a month later.

In the Void, a vast Magic Array slowly unfolded on the World Barrier, resembling a gigantic door.

On the enormous Floating City, countless goblins stood eagerly on the deck. After fifteen years of traveling, they had finally reached their destination.

“About to enter the world, about to enter the world.”

In a voice extremely restrained, the command center broadcast orders across the Floating City. Even at this critical moment, the battle-hardened old warriors in the command center could not help but get excited.

“Everyone ready for pressure, everyone ready for pressure.”

The goblins donned helmets and braced their bodies, not knowing how many times they had undergone such training.

At last, it would be put to use.

The Floating City drew closer and closer to the Magic Array, soon the outer armor of the Floating City touched the World Barrier.

The feared collision sound did not come; the World Barrier, like a soap bubble, was about to swallow the Floating City within.

At this moment, the final pre-battle words rang out on the Floating City’s broadcast.

“Begin to enter the world, the Sage and the Sun are with us!”

Buzz!

A loud ringing erupted in the ears of the goblin warriors, tremendous pressure weighted their chests like a hammer. But soon, this sensation disappeared and was replaced by a feeling of an abundant energy environment.

After experiencing the Abyss invasion, the energy environment of the goblin world regressed significantly, reaching the level of an ordinary Miniature World.

The new generation of Divine Grace goblins had no understanding of the past environment of the goblin world.

“World entered, world entered, bait beast group ready! Release!”

In the next moment, a black hole appeared at the bottom of the immense Floating City, and tens of thousands of Synthetic Beasts gushed from its opening, landing on the ground and rushing toward the Warrior Corps not far away.

Goblins inherently possess exceptional flesh technology, and after learning Alchemy, mass-producing Synthetic Beasts was not difficult.

Seeing the Synthetic Beast Army descending from the sky, the warriors showed bloodthirsty smiles.

Other things might scare them, but they were very familiar with Barbaric Beasts. Every year they needed to hunt Barbaric Beasts for elixir materials, and warriors from every family were qualified hunters.

“Is this the Outer Heaven Demon? No matter how many demons come, I will slay them all.”

“Where is the command? Why is there no order yet?”

“Ah, I should have brought my Big Spear. How can you fight Barbaric Beast with a knife?”

The chaotic noise made the command of the army frown. These people were from great families, normally commanding hundreds of warrior squads, fairly experienced.

By their experience, the unit they commanded was nothing but loose sand. If it was a favorable fight, they might manage, but in adversity, these warriors were inferior to a group of organized mortals.

“Ah, a bunch of loose sand. Pass the order down, the nine families don’t move, the vanguard advance, and the wings follow.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Almost simultaneously, all the corps commanders on the battlefield issued the same order–keep one’s own still, others advance.

Tens of thousands of warriors moved simultaneously, their footsteps thunderous. Warriors wielding Big Spears or long knives crashed head-on into the Synthetic Beast Army.

But the next moment, the screams of countless warriors rang out.

Boom!

Upon contact with the warriors, the Synthetic Beasts emitted intense energy fluctuations. Thousands of initial contact Synthetic Beasts turned into thousands of flesh fireworks, blowing the vanguard of the Warrior Corps into chaos.

Within the Floating City, laughter filled the Command Tower.

“Haha, the Abyssal Trash’s means work quite well.”

In past Abyss Wars, self-destructing demons were the most common cannon fodder, and many goblins died from the explosions of self-destructing demons.

Almost all goblin commanders loathed self-destructing demons bitterly.

Until they started using self-destructing Synthetic Beasts based on the same principle.

Richard sat among them, quietly breaking the sealing on himself. To enter the world, he forcibly sealed his power from Great Wizard to Three Rings Wizard.

“Enough laughing,” an old goblin chuckled, “the beast group has exploded a breach, our best lads should move now.”

[Beast group deployed, AAirship Corps mobilize]