Chapter 1413: Chapter 1411 War Node
The Causality Program—news of lowenjay’s death was known by the Matrix right away.
Rember, lowenjay was one of the great generals under her command.
Theoretically, with the [Causal Traits] and the program network covering the battlefield, he should have been the hardest one to kill among all the Mythic Bodies.
The problem was that the area where lowenjay was located kept sending out a mass of error codes, forcing the Matrix to shut down the program network for that area.
This also resulted in the inability of the program life to transmit itself back to Makoms City in tis of crisis.
“lowenjay, a program even I find difficult to handle, has actually died here… The entity that battled him saw through and could interfere with causality.”
Such news of death caused the Matrix to feel an unease.
At the sa ti, the entire Makoms City entered a ‘full energy consumption’ mode, mass-producing a large number of Terminator units.
Due to the Mythic Bodies besieging the city having rged with the Transport Crystals earlier.
Columns of light kept descending on the battlefield, providing an endless stream of forces to the offensive troops… The presence of the ‘Program Network’ allowed program lives to transmit their programs back to the main city before death, minimizing casualties to the greatest extent.
The death of lowenjay was indeed bad news.
But other battlefronts were all in a state of suppression, and with the passage of ti, the advantage was continuously expanding… The overall frontline was steadily compressing towards the Inner city, and as long as this could be maintained, ultimate victory was inevitable.
The death of lowenjay added a sense of ‘impatience’ to the Matrix.
The gears of war thus started to accelerate slowly… finally rolling onto ‘the next node’
High above
Despite being fully engaged in battle with the Black Dragon, a small part of the Bishop of the Night’s thoughts were also observing the overall situation in London City, she only needed to confirm the depth of the enemy’s advance,
without needing to see too many details, just to ensure the depth reached by the invading forces.
The invaders had reached the designated depth.
The Black Dragon she was fighting was also in a rather impatient state.
Ga ji ga ji~
Thousands of dark Tentacles sprouted from the back of the Bishop of the Night, extending to a hundred ters in length.
They were still connected by a thin layer of dark matter, forming a pair of very conspicuous night wings in the sky… such changes startled the Dragon Tepulo, and he quickly reinforced his Dragon Scales, thinking the Bishop of the Night was about to release a deadly move.
However.
What seed like a special attack was actually a signal.
Conveyed to all soldiers ‘inside and outside’ the war through the most direct visual observation by the at Eye, signaling the arrival of the next phase.
“It’s finally here!”
Outside the tal desert, the Witch Group that had been lurking for a long ti, which is the Bishop of the Night’s Personal Guards, finally received such a signal.
They converged into a different kind of black river and flowed towards London City at the fastest speed.
…
In the depths of the mine pit pierced by the “Hellish Sword Burial”.
Marlon, in full Demon form and wrapped in Living Demon Equipnt, was sowhat panting. The Living Demon Equipnt, due to having healed too many tis, was clearly showing a slowed self-healing pace, and nurous slash marks were clearly visible.
Not far opposite, stood the Beheading King in perfect form.
Her head wrapped in bandages and her black hair falling over her chest,
With left and right hands holding her embodint, the ‘Flowing Light Orthodox Sect’, unleashing its maximum power,
And she had already undergone Fusion with the King’s Throne; based on her spine, seven additional arms that belonged to the swordsn she had defeated grew out, each holding their own Famous Knives (with inherited Powers),
For Kings of the Sa Tier, it is very difficult to determine a winner, and even more so nearly impossible to kill each other.
Clang!
Marlon did not dodge, forcefully catching the ‘Flowing Light Orthodox Sect’ with his palm being completely cut open as the price, he used all his strength to throw the Beheading King away…
Bang!
The force was so great that the Beheading King’s body smashed through the subterranean rock layers and was flung thousands of kiloters away.
There was only one purpose for this.
Ignoring his bleeding palm, Marlon looked up towards the mine exit—the signal from his own mother from the Night had been given.
“Is it finally coming together?”
A glass bottle containing Infernal Scorched Earth was taken out from within his body and hurled upwards with all his might.
The bottle leapt out from the mine shaft, smashing heavily upon the tal desert.
Crack! The bottle shattered.
A wave of spatial interference rapidly dispersed.
The Infernal Scorched Earth stored inside the bottle imdiately spread outwards, covering an area of about ten kiloters of the surrounding desert.
And that was not all.
A Knights Group Army in peak condition, clad in powered armor, appeared one after another.
It was not just the Hell Knight Corps; it included all the offensive Knights, totaling about 60% of the Expeditionary Army… Charlie from the Secret Language Knight Order was also here.
Designated as the external team in the battle plan, they had been waiting for a long ti.
As they stared at London City, enshrouded in gun smoke and in tatters, their zeal for battle had built up to its peak.
However, they did not advance at full speed right away, but ford a standard tactical square and moved forward slowly, as if waiting for sothing.
It wasn’t long before streams of black flowed in from behind.
Taking advantage of the gaps deliberately left between the Knight formations, they quickly rged in… the Witch Group, directly under the command of the mother, integrated perfectly with the Knights.
After the successful rge, the Demons and humans nodded to each other without much verbal exchange, forming a perfect unified force advancing toward the Holy City.
As it turned out.
The exchange plan proposed by Han Dong was useful.
The four months of interaction within the city had familiarized humans with the Dark Denizens of London City, and frequent private sparring had already ford a tacit understanding of combat cooperation.
This was an unprecedented scene.
There was no prejudice between humans and Demons, standing on the sa ground, complenting each other in abilities and joining hands to resist the invasion of external enemies!
Just as the morale-boosted United Forces were about to reach the outskirts of the City Wall.
So of the Knights with keen senses and the Dark Wizards, began to look towards the other side of the City Wall, thousands of kiloters away.
Instantly, beads of sweat the size of soybeans slipped from the foreheads of so Knights, overwheld by a feeling as if facing a formidable enemy.
Within their sensory range, there was an army more nurous than theirs and even uncountable… a mysterious military force not part of the plans also advancing towards Inner London City.
A closer observation through precise devices would reveal that this force consisted of ‘Zombies’ that were partially talized, grimacing with bared teeth, with eyes that were hollow and continuously dripping saliva.
Although most of the Zombies were not high in rank, they were equipped with, and even integrated with prosthetic limbs containing considerably advanced Ytterbium Ore Weapons.
They were so nurous, their sheer quantity stretched beyond sensory coverage.
“What is this…? Is the enemy hiding a trump card!? If that’s true, we must intercept them by all ans possible. If such a massive force enters the city, London is dood.”
Just then.
A surge of consciousness broadcasting, amplified through special devices, was precisely directed into everyone’s minds.
“I am Valen Nicholas, Bishop of the Night and mber of the Secret Language Knight Order.
This is our local force that I have assembled, set to aid us in combating the external enemy! Everyone, please proceed with the original plan…”
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