Martin didn't have the patience to wait for the main gods to discuss the results, so he directly ordered the entire army to advance.
The Storm Pterosaur Legion had already sailed out of the ship and lined up in the void, ready to break into that intermediate plane at any time.
He scanned the surroundings with stellar vision, but didn't detect any spatial fluctuations. After a moment of contemplation, he ordered the Golden Behemoth, "Break the formation."
At the same time, he ordered the Cluster-level Dragon Knights to follow closely behind and minimize their own casualties as much as possible.
The remaining legions were divided into two parts, one part was responsible for blocking all possible escape routes, and the other part was preparing to land on the intermediate plane.
The two golden behemoths rushed forward, and their giant fists, wrapped in galaxy-level pressure, smashed into the void formation. The originally solid formation pattern shattered like glass, but was completely broken in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, several golden slashes crisscrossed the formation, and the four main gods in the formation and their legions were crushed in an instant, without even having time to scream.
The cluster-level dragon knights rushed forward in a row, accurately locking onto the angels and high-level believers at the planetary level and above. With a flash of sword light, they killed them one by one.
The Storm Pterosaur Legion, like a black torrent, led the way and rushed into the passage to the intermediate plane first. Cooperating with the dragon knights who arrived later, they launched a swift crackdown on the believers guarding the entrance.
The void ships followed closely behind, their hatches wide open, and a steady stream of legions were dropped into the intermediate plane.
For a moment, holy light and blood intertwined, and the wailing of faith and the roar of steel echoed between heaven and earth - what Martin wanted was not to advance step by step, but to completely flatten this land of faith with the power of thunder.
As for those humans who believe in the main god in the plane of gods, Martin is determined to wipe them out and will not accept any form of surrender.
He knew that as long as there was even a trace of hidden danger, those main gods might make a comeback with the power of faith.
Even though he wasn't afraid, he was fed up with this endless entanglement, so he decided to solve the problem from the root, so as to get rid of it once and for all, and avoid wasting energy dealing with the aftermath in the future.
Before setting off, this order was conveyed to every dragon knight and legion soldier.
However, there were always people on the battlefield who had compassion - some knights looked at the powerless women and children, and ultimately could not bear to do it and chose to let them go.
But what they received in return was an unexpected attack from behind. Those seemingly fragile women and children actually wielded poisoned daggers or hidden arrows, resulting in the deaths of many knights.
These creatures who have been deeply brainwashed by faith can no longer be called "human beings".
They have no independent thoughts and no autonomous souls. They are just puppets controlled by the will of the Lord God and weapons in human skin.
The knights who witnessed the tragic death of their companions, the last trace of hesitation in their eyes completely disappeared.
When the sword flashed again, there was no more hesitation - being kind to the enemy would be cruel to oneself and one's comrades.
On the land of the intermediate plane, where the torrent of steel passes, there is no trace of faith left.
Martin took the core and godhead from Eric. He imported the godhead into the system and put the core into the space ring.
He looked up at Eric and asked in a deep voice, "Are there any fish that slipped through the net?"
Eric shook his head, his tone firm, "Your Majesty, there are absolutely no omissions. The two Golden Behemoths have thoroughly investigated and confirmed that there are no high-level beings left alive."
Martin nodded and looked into the void in the distance.
"Let the knights finish off that intermediate plane."
He paused and added, "Before leaving, be sure to completely eliminate the high-end combat power in the plane. The remaining chores can be handled by the Legion. Let's move on."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Eric bowed and replied, "I will convey the order immediately."
After Eric retreated, Martin climbed onto the head of the Void Dragon Emperor and ran his fingertips across the core of the divine domain marked on the star map.
The cleanup of the intermediate plane was just an interlude; the real decisive battle was still waiting for him ahead.
Martin was a little surprised that the remaining main gods were so patient.
But it doesn't matter, it just takes a little more effort.
He originally wanted to end the battle quickly and force the other party to reveal his cards, but he didn't expect that the other party could endure to this extent.
In a secret underground temple in the plane of the gods, five sarcophagi suddenly made heavy friction sounds, and the coffin lids were pushed open violently.
The five main gods who had been killed before sat up, their chests heaving violently, gasping for breath, and the fragments of their godhead barely condensed into shape in their bodies.
"It was a close call... I almost perished completely."
One of the main gods touched his chest, his voice still trembling with the feeling of surviving a disaster.
"Luckily, I was prepared and cut off part of my soul and hid it in the sarcophagus. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have the chance to be reborn."
The other main god wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
"Dragon Knight... this vengeance must be avenged! But now is not the time to act rashly. Let's wait until the God of Light and the others are both badly wounded. Then we'll strike, wearing our divine mechas and catching them off guard!"
The five people looked at each other, and they all understood each other tacitly.
They restrained their breath and lay back in the sarcophagus. The lid slowly closed, hiding all breaths in the darkness again - this war was far from over.
On the back of the Void Dragon Emperor, Martin seemed to sense something. He looked up at the heart of the Gods' plane, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"No matter how deep they hide, they will eventually show up." He tapped the dragon's scales with his fingertips. "Pass the order down and speed up the advance. I want to see how long they can hold back."
Martin left twenty legions and two dragon knights to guard the occupied area, while he led the main force to advance further.
The light spots on the star map constantly guide the direction. The hidden small planes are either brought under control or turned into stardust under the impact of energy, and the progress is unstoppable.
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