Chapter 91: All Tactics Converge on the Hofront
Yu Sheng'an's heart pounded wildly as he watched the orderly marching phalanxes, his mind reeling from the sheer impact of the sight.
Abruptly, he recalled the religious culture enforced in the God of War's preaching zone.
Children as young as seven were torn from their parents, left hungry and cold, and encouraged to steal and plunder.
How could a Heart-Piercing Sche possibly work on such a war-hardened race?
Yet, what baffled Yu Sheng'an was this:
Even if the Heart-Piercing Sche was ineffective, from a purely rational standpoint, the God of War shouldn’t have continued the assault.
His allies had already withdrawn. Even if he achieved his strategic goal of capturing Edga, he would be encircled by enemy forces, his supply lines severed, and his army collapsing without a fight.
What was the point?
But the God of War fought on anyway!
Was it to gamble that Yu Sheng'an's Source Essence had been exhausted?
Or was it simply to vent his fury?
Yu Sheng'an's scalp prickled with dread. His logical mind couldn’t comprehend the God of War's madness.
This madness terrified him.
It was the fear of the unknown.
When an enemy’s actions defied all reasonable logic, the advantage of "knowing thy enemy" in future battles would be utterly lost.
Then there could be no talk of "fighting a hundred battles without peril."
Perhaps this was the God of War's goal—to shatter all expectations with his relentless unpredictability.
To keep you forever guessing.
To make you tremble at the re thought of facing him.
Or perhaps this was the art of war. Perhaps this was the God of War himself!
"Fearlessness!"
A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, reverberating across the battlefield.
By now, the mages and soldiers atop Edga’s walls were frozen with terror.
What could they do?
Drain the last of their Source Essence for another world-ending strike?
Yu Sheng'an's expression flickered wildly.
He didn’t dare.
He wasn’t the God of War.
He had only 40% of his peak Source Essence remaining.
If he unleashed another strike like before, he’d be left with Divine Spark authority but no Source Essence to wield it.
And if the God of War recklessly mobilized forces from other small and dium domains, Keville would be finished.
Once he showed weakness, the Five Great Righteous Gods would surely swarm him again.
His Heart-Piercing Sche had targeted the soldiers of the Azarea Continent—not those from other domains.
To the gods, trading a small domain for the Keville Empire was a bargain too good to pass up.
"Glory!"
A thunderous battle cry pierced the clouds!
The God of War's Legion was now at Edga’s gates.
"Ajef, what do we do?"
Unnoticed until now, the Three Great Gods of Magic had teleported into Edga.
Their faces were grave as they gazed at the enemy formations outside the city. This ti, the God of War had thrown everything into the assault—30,000 helots, 30,000 elite warriors—an offensive several tis more devastating than before.
Even standing together, the three archmages felt the crushing weight of the approaching storm, suffocating and relentless.
"God of War, I see your ga. There’s no need to test . If you insist on fighting, then as the saying goes, 'courtesy demands reciprocity.' I’ll have no choice but to match you blow for blow."
A calm voice echoed over the battlefield.
Yet, in the private warti communication channel of the Three Great Gods of Magic, Yu Sheng'an's icy words cut through:
"Prepare the portals. Evacuate everyone."
"What?!" Beixi, one of the archmages, was stunned. "Why?"
She simply couldn't comprehend Yu Sheng'an's actions. The War Balance had already tilted in Keville's favor, so why withdraw their forces?
"He's gone mad. There's no point in fighting a lunatic to the death," Yu Sheng'an said.
"Do you have a new plan?" Dandell asked.
He was utterly awestruck by Yu Sheng'an's power and tactical brilliance!
At the mont when the three gods had deployed their elite forces, Yu Sheng'an had seized the opportunity to strike decisively, exploiting their shaken morale to execute his Heart-Piercing Sche.
Its precision, ruthlessness, and venom were nothing short of breathtaking!
"All tactics boil down to one thing—switching hos!" Yu Sheng'an's voice was icy. "I leave this place to you. The God of War's preaching zone—I'll take it."
The three Gods of Magic were thunderstruck by his words.
This was sheer madness!
In the Divine Palace Ancient Castle deep within the Primary Domain of Azerai, Yu Sheng'an's true body opened his eyes, a fanatical gleam burning within them.
Only through madness can one survive!
God of War, I admit you're ruthless—but I'm no less vicious than you!
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"Why did the Internet God send us to infiltrate Sparda? Damn it! That bastard Du Duode has already surpassed on the kill leaderboard! That motherless scoundrel must be padding his numbers by slaughtering farrs!"
Xi Ze rged into the earth, leaving only his two eyeballs condensed on the ground as he carefully scrutinized the distant city, searching for vulnerabilities.
His comrade Hanfrey grumbled and cursed beside him.
For this covert sabotage mission behind enemy lines, the Internet God had also opened a kill leaderboard for them.
Though they didn’t know what the top-ranking reward would be, they were certain it wouldn’t be anything shabby.
With their holand under attack and the lure of rewards, the players had practically gone insane.
Most of them were high-level players, each pulling off increasingly ruthless and cunning maneuvers, making the competition brutally fierce.
Yet, at this critical mont, they suddenly received orders for the Conquest of Subdomains, requiring them to infiltrate the outskirts of Sparda—causing their kill counts to plumt.
"The God has his reasons. Don’t overthink it!"
Xi Ze's voice vibrated through the private channel via Soul Power.
"Huh?"
Their Soul Power fluctuations suddenly trembled.
[Reinforcents arriving shortly. Obey orders and engage in coordinated combat!]
The Conquest of Subdomains mission directive sent a jolt of excitent through Xi Ze and Hanfrey. Instinctively, they scanned their surroundings.
"Hum—"
A faint ripple of magic blood beside them.
An Empire hero, the God of Agriculture, a legendary mage enshrined in the Hall of Fa—Ajef himself—stepped out from the portal.
"Co out." Yu Sheng'an glanced down at his feet.
The earth swelled, scattering rotten leaves as the earth puppets controlled by Xi Ze and Hanfrey silently took form.
"Lord Ajef?"
Xi Ze was dumbfounded.
He had seen Ajef's bronze statue photos on the internet, along with hand-drawn sketches by students of the Felix Magic Academy, leaving a deep impression on him.
If the Internet God had fundantally transford Keville,
then Ajef had filled the bellies of Keville's people through his work in agriculture.
Yu Sheng'an gave a slight nod, his cold gaze piercing through the gaps of winter withered branches and leaves, fixing on the majestic city in the distance.
That was Sparda—the capital of the God of War's preaching zone.
Capture it, and even if they couldn’t hold it, they could sell it. He was certain many gods would be interested.
"Lord Ajef, what is our mission? Didn't we agree that... there would be reinforcents?"
Hanfrey glanced around, unable to hold back his question.
"I alone am an army!" Yu Sheng'an bared a ferocious grin.
When weak, employ tactical infiltration; when strong, blast them to oblivion.
Yu Sheng'an was not just weak—his forces were severely limited.
Tactical infiltration was out of the question, and a war of attrition was beyond his ans. That left him with only one option: the heart-digging tactic!
With Sparda's heart torn out, let's see how the God of War keeps up his antics!
Xi Ze and Hanfrey exchanged glances, both stunned by Yu Sheng'an's words, their scalps tingling with dread as a chill ran down their spines!
And at that very mont, massive portals suddenly lit up across the vast forest.
They were so densely packed and enormous.
Roiling magical fluctuations surged skyward, blazing through the woods like an open declaration of war!
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