"Pangu!" Lin Feng's voice was filled with unprecedented excitement. "Connect me to the Imperial Supreme Command, Qin Lan. And connect me to the magic-contaminated zone, Lilith!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The next second, the holographic projections of Qin Lan, the female marshal of the empire, and Lilith, the first demon general, appeared simultaneously in front of Lin Feng.
Qin Lan was still dressed in a crisp black military uniform, her expression cold and her eyes sharp as knives. Lilith, on the other hand, reclined on her throne made of bones, appearing somewhat languid and dissatisfied. Clearly, the defeat at the front had greatly displeased this proud former demon lord.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The two knelt on one knee simultaneously.
Lin Feng ignored their formalities; his gaze seemed to pierce through endless space, landing on that final battlefield.
"I am tired of waiting."
His voice, though not loud, carried a will that could make the entire universe submit to him.
"Issue my decree!"
"By imperial decree, Marshal Qin Lan, immediately activate the 'Divine Punishment' war agreement. I order all 'Divine Might' main fleets from the first to the seventh tier of the Empire to be deployed! I order the three million 'Divine Weapon' mech legions to descend upon the land! I order 'Pangu' to take command of all war units and launch an indiscriminate saturation attack covering the entire continent!"
For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Qin Lan's face.
The "Divine Retribution" war treaty is the Empire's highest-level war plan. It's not for conquering a planet; it's for destroying a planet!
"Your Majesty, it's all just to deal with one..."
"Execute the order," Lin Feng interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“…Yes!” Qin Lan lowered her head, offering no further objections.
Immediately afterward, Lin Feng's gaze turned to Lilith. That gaze sent a shiver down the spine of this unruly demon general.
"Lilith, you have disappointed me greatly."
“Master, I…” Lilith’s face turned deathly pale instantly.
"Your pathetic revenge game ends here." Lin Feng's voice was icy cold. "Now, I'm giving you a chance to wash away your incompetence and shame."
"I command you to unite all the demons under your command who are still mobile! A billion, two billion, no matter how many! I want you to unleash a demonic tide that can devour the entire world! Launch a final, suicidal all-out attack on 'Glory Fortress' from the east, west, and south!"
"I want every inch of soil on that land to be thoroughly soaked with demonic blood and the blood of our enemies!"
A glint of frenzied, morbid excitement flashed in Lilith's eyes. She understood; her master was finally going to personally intervene!
"Yes, my master! Your will is the sole reason for Lilith's existence!"
Lin Feng looked at the two of them, and finally gave his final order, which also shocked them the most.
"I will personally lead the army into battle."
"Seven days from now, my imperial chariot, the 'Eternal Truth,' will descend upon the skies above 'Glory Castle.'"
"I want to see with my own eyes how that ignorant firefly, under my absolute radiance, will desperately be extinguished."
"I want that so-called 'hero' to kneel before me and admit in his own words how ridiculous and powerless everything he has protected and everything he has insisted on is in the face of the real 'god' he has challenged."
After saying that, Lin Feng cut off the communication.
He slowly walked to the edge of the palace, looking down at the blue planet that was about to be completely engulfed by the flames of war. A cruel yet expectant smile appeared on his lips.
"The game is only just beginning."
The entire Holy Land was plunged into an apocalyptic, oppressive silence.
The sky was dark red. That was caused by the Imperial fleet dropping hundreds of millions of tons of metallic dust into the atmosphere to obscure the battlefield. This dust was capable of interfering with enemy detection and communications.
The earth trembled violently. It was a black tide of billions of demons, rolling towards the final "Honor Castle" from three directions, like three ever-tightening black walls.
Honor Hold, the last city of hope, has now become an isolated island of steel, shrouded in despair and tragedy.
The city walls were filled with densely packed, solemn-looking Allied soldiers.
The elven archers' quivers are filled with the last batch of "Demon-Slaying Arrows," crafted from fragments of the Tree of Life.
The dwarven artillerymen melted down their clan's rune warhammers and forged the last batch of "rune-blooming bullets" capable of piercing the heavy armor of direclaw beasts.
Human knights and soldiers polished their swords and shields, preparing for the final and most glorious charge of their lives.
On their faces, there was no fear, only a resolute acceptance of life and death.
Because at the very front of them, at the very beginning of the "Heroes' Bridge," that figure bathed in golden holy light still stands there like an immortal monument.
Leo, wielding a longsword, stood alone, facing the endless demonic tide that was about to devour everything, coming from three directions.
Behind him lay the last living beings in this world.
He cannot back down.
There was no way to retreat.
At that moment, everyone felt an extreme tremor emanating from the depths of their souls.
The sky, that dark red canopy, was forcibly torn open by an unparalleled force, leaving a huge gash.
A colossal interstellar warship, so magnificent and awe-inspiring that words could not describe its grandeur and magnificence, pitch black and resembling a divine realm suspended in the sky, slowly descended from the rift.
It was too big. So big that its mere existence blotted out the sky, casting a cold shadow over the entire world.
The "Eternal Truth" is Lin Feng's personal vehicle and the Empire's mobile temple.
At the very front of the warship was a huge, open platform, like a temple square.
At the very center of the platform sits a deep black throne, crafted from dark matter crystals, radiating an aura that devours all light.
Lin Feng, dressed in a black and gold imperial robe symbolizing supreme divine authority, sat casually on the throne.
His gaze calmly swept over the dense, ant-like tide of demons below, and the trembling, lonely city.
Finally, his gaze settled on the one who dared to look him directly in the eye—the one whose body was ablaze with golden holy light, the "hero."
Their eyes met.
What Leo sensed was an absolute void, vast, cold, devoid of joy or sorrow, like the universe itself. In those pale golden eyes, he saw no emotion, no pity. He saw only a god looking down upon a mere insect, easily crushed at any moment.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, examined the "toy" he had been looking forward to with great interest.
"You are the 'Hero'?"
Lin Feng's voice, though not loud, resounded clearly in every corner of the battlefield and echoed in the minds of every living being through some unknown technology.
Leo gripped his sword tightly, and the golden holy light burned even more intensely.
"You are the devil who destroyed our homeland." His voice was firm and powerful.
"A devil?" Lin Feng laughed, then shook his head and corrected, "No, a god."
He slowly rose from his throne, opening his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
“Look,” he said, “look at the sky, look at the earth, look at the billions of my servants. Look at your flimsy walls, look at your faces etched with despair.”
"All of this operates under my will. I am the sole law and the sole ruler of this world."
"Mortal, tell me, what gives you the right to challenge your god?"
Leo didn't say anything more.
He answered Lin Feng's question with his actions.
He raised the longsword high above his head. He poured all his love for the world, his protection of life, his anger towards the invaders, all his beliefs, all his will, and all his hope into this sword without reservation!
Buzz!
A massive golden beam of light, brighter and more dazzling than the sun, shot into the sky from the tip of his sword!
The beam of light pierced the dark red sky, dispelling the shadows that shrouded the world, as if it wanted to punch a hole in this unjust, dark sky!
"For freedom!"
Leo let out a final roar that resounded through the heavens!
He swung down, the strongest and final sword strike that embodied everything he had!
A magnificent, sacred, punitive blade of light, powerful enough to cleave mountains and split seas, beyond description, slashed towards the dark behemoth in the sky, representing absolute dominance, and the figure on the throne!
A final battle between mortals and gods to decide the ownership of this planet.
At this moment, it officially began.
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