Outside the city gate, the dragon's wail was like a blunt knife cutting his heart. Martin stared at the claw marks deep enough to see the bone on the dragon knight's armor in the magic mirror, and issued orders to the subsystem in his mind in a stern voice.
"Transmit healing energy immediately, prioritizing stabilizing the dragon knight's injuries!"
Data streams flashed across the panel rapidly, and a light green energy beam appeared out of thin air inside the injured dragon knight's body. The turned-out flesh and blood began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Martin tapped his fingertip on the panel: "Open all permissions! I want to use interdimensional communication!"
As soon as the subsystem's mechanical voice sounded, the permission list was fully expanded.
Without any hesitation, Martin immersed his consciousness into the communication module and directly connected to the coordinates of the garrison in the hell plane.
"The first squadron of planetary dragon knights, return to Yulong City for support immediately!"
Just as he finished speaking, a few seconds later, seven or eight dark space cracks appeared above the city wall, and a strong wind with a smell of sulfur blew out.
The dragon knight in dark golden armor rode a giant dragon nearly a hundred meters long out of the crack, with dark blue flames burning in the dragon's eyes.
As soon as they appeared, they swooped down - the leading knight swung his sword, and dark purple dragon breath swept across the battlefield like a waterfall.
In an instant, groups of fishmen were frozen into ice sculptures, and the sounds of shattering and roaring were intertwined.
The other dragon knights and dragon beast legions quickly formed a battle formation. The former rode giant dragons to strangle high-level murlocs in the sky, while the latter rushed to the ground like a tide, tearing apart the low-level creatures trying to escape with their claws and magical attacks.
The blood mist and ice crystals reflected a strange light in the sunlight. The sounds of fighting continued from noon until dawn the next day. The battlefield finally became silent until the last murloc was beaten into a pulp by the dragon's tail.
Martin looked at the ruined city gate in the mirror image, where piles of murloc corpses ooze with stinking mucus. He said to the guards beside him, "Send them all to Elodie's secret realm."
The guards took the order and left. Not long after, the corpses that exuded a stench of corruption were quickly transported away.
Martin stood in front of the palace window, looking at the battlefield outside the city that was gradually being cleared, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the windowsill.
The subsystem's energy output was stable, but only two-thirds of the main system's—he knew it well.
This victory is only temporary. Any existence that can force the main system to evacuate in a hurry will definitely not only cause this little trouble.
"It seems that I have been targeted by some terrifying existence. I hope that the departure of the main system can remove "it" from me." He muttered to himself, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
In the distance, the morning sun was breaking through the clouds, casting golden light on the walls of Yulong City, but it could not dispel the bloody and unknown haze that lingered in the air.
Martin leaned against the cool armrest of the throne, rubbing his throbbing temple with his fingertips. In his mind, he said solemnly to Malcador, "Count the casualties and give the exact number."
A moment later, Malcador's voice sounded steady and mechanical: "Five dragon knights have been killed, the Draconids have lost 139, and the city wall has been damaged for approximately 100 meters. Other casualties are still being counted."
Martin uttered a low sound in his throat, fatigue washing over him like a tide.
He raised his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows, directly connecting with the two golden behemoths guarding the edge of the plane.
"Is there anything unusual over there?" His voice was hoarse after the war.
The two golden behemoths, each as big as a mountain, responded almost simultaneously, and a heavy sense of shock came through their consciousness.
"Nothing unusual has happened, Your Majesty."
"I only detected a faint spatial fluctuation, which was fleeting. I speculate that it was a trace left by plane travel."
"knew."
Martin severed the connection, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the armrests of the throne.
The reason why the murlocs were able to survive this raid was entirely due to the group of planetary dragon knights who were selected and promoted earlier - their power could just be exerted within the spatial barrier of this intermediate plane.
If the combat power of stars, star clusters and even galaxies is mobilized, the plane itself will be torn apart before the enemy is destroyed.
He looked at the sky outside the hall and secretly rejoiced.
The fragile barrier of the intermediate plane has become the most embarrassing limitation at this moment.
If there's a stronger attack next time...
Martin closed his eyes, suppressed the uneasiness, and silently calculated in his mind: the carrying capacity of the plane must be improved as soon as possible to see if the core of the light column plane can spit out the core of the hell plane and promote the light column plane to a higher level plane.
With this thought in mind, Yoder walked in, bowed to Martin, and said, "Your Majesty, the bodies of the five dragon knights and over a hundred subdragon beast knights have been collected. Your Majesty, would you like to bury them at Dragon Cliff or choose another location?"
Martin thought for a moment and said, "Let's arrange it at Dragon Cliff. From now on, all dragon knights and subdragon beast knights who died in battle will be buried at Dragon Cliff. Also, we'll erect a monument for them."
After hearing this, Yoder said he understood and immediately went to do it.
Martin is currently in urgent need of conquering the void to replenish his core energy. Only in this way can his subordinates reach new heights and firmly grasp the initiative in the face of unknown challenges.
In the next few days, the city defense forces and various departments were busy repairing the gaps in the city walls and clearing the battlefield debris outside Yulong City.
After the smoke cleared, Martin immediately convened a military meeting of all departments to discuss the issue of sending troops. The discussion lasted from the dawn to dusk, and finally determined the direction.
It was finally decided to set off in three days - using the precise coordinates provided by the Hell Plane, they would invade the Gods Plane.
During these three days, the Broken Bone Plain became a place where legions took turns to station.
One hundred legions converged on the plain like a torrent, their ranks as neat as a knife, the reflections from their armor forming a dazzling band of light.
The legions entered the Hell plane in an orderly manner, and then transferred to ships from there. The Golden Behemoth and the Dragon Knight led the way, and the route on the star map pointed directly to the direction of the Gods plane.
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