Global Era of Star trekking

Chapter 1906 - 923: 11th-Tier War Puppet Mother Tree (Part 3)

Song Chi’s will, through the silent White Bone Giant and the five Torch Mythical Warship Avatars, firmly controlled a corner of this world-shattering battle chessboard. From being a pawn at the mercy of others, he had transformed into a true wielder of the pieces.

Bottomless Abyss, [Flame Prison Abyss].

This is the ultimate embodiment of the abyssal fire rules, a more terrifying place than [Molten Hell Abyss], closer to the essence of destruction.

In the sky hangs an eternally burning dark purple demon flame. The ground is covered in boiling demon blood and blackened crystal stones condensed from broken rules, and the air is filled not only with high temperatures and toxic smoke but also with abyssal whispers potent enough to erode the Divine Soul.

As the last barrier of the bottom of the Bottomless Abyss, it has become the final battleground between the All Heavens Star Sea Alliance Army and the Bottomless Abyss Camp.

Both sides have almost committed all remaining main forces to this end land, engaging in an unprecedentedly fierce slaughter.

Every day, billions of living beings fall in this purgatory, with wreckages of alliance warships and shattered corpses of demons piling up into mountains, nearly clogging the boiling demon blood. Chaos rules manifest in the sky; space rifts spread like a spider’s web, occasionally swallowing innocent warriors or engulfing them with sudden demon tides from the opposite side.

The brutality of war is played to its extreme here.

Titan Giants wield thunder, but their bodies have been gnawed upon by countless Demon Insects, revealing Divine Bone; the starlight barrier supported by the Eternal Clan flickers under the bombardment of numerous abyssal chaos spells; Star Mages from the Source Star Divine Hall chant ancient spells, their bodies gradually dissipating into light points due to overexertion; the Mechanical Legion from the Mechanical Nest surges like a metal tide, but units continuously go berserk and explode under the erosion of Demonic Qi...

However, amid this battlefield resembling an earthly purgatory, one legion stands unusually "composed," with losses significantly lower than other alliance troops—that of the Torch Civilization Expedition Fleet.

The defense line they guard, although subjected to the frantic onslaught of demon tides, miraculously maintains a relatively low casualty rate, all thanks to the seemingly endless "War Puppet Army."

At the front of the Torch Fleet’s line, an ocean of puppets of various wooden forms engaged in brutal strangulation with the surging demons.

These puppets vary in shape, some with four wings, incredibly agile; others are swift-moving, shadowy Demon Puppets; some are fortress-like, continuously firing energy beams as super Fortress Mother Puppets; some are peculiar, continuously spraying sharp wooden spikes as vine puppets...

Their ranks range from Fourth Rank to Ninth Rank, their sheer number is astonishing, seemingly endless, pouring out continuously from the towering [War Puppet Mother Tree] phantom behind the Torch Fleet, whose roots delve deep into the void to draw energy.

It is this massive amount of medium-high rank War Puppets that form the outermost cheap cannon fodder defense line, greatly reducing the risk and frequency of Torch Ship Captains engaging directly.

The true anchor of stability, however, lies in those twenty-plus powerful War Puppets radiating Tenth Rank Myth vibes, and... those six towering like Divine Mountains, terrifying beings with auras of Eleventh Rank.

These six Eleventh Rank War Puppets, varying in form, exude an incredibly terrifying aura from their puppet bodies.

Especially two of the Eleventh Rank Extreme War Puppets, which have repeatedly protected the Torch Civilization from critical threats in this final battle.

Years ago, when three Tenth Rank Mythical Flame Demons joined forces to try and tear apart the Torch defense line, it was these two War Puppets that stubbornly entangled them, ultimately being supported in frontal engagement by several Mythical Immortal Ship Avatars and the Space-Time Nether Brilliance Dragon, driving them back.

This spectacle, naturally noted by the high-ranking officials of various alliance factions, evoked countless complex and indescribable gazes of amazement, envy, and a hint of inexplicable dread.

The Sky-splitting God King and other four Transcenders remained silent, as long as the Torch Civilization continues to honor its commitment to push towards the Abyss Core, the deeper the foundation revealed by their counterpart, the more advantageous it would be for the alliance overall.

Song Chi stationed at Ruins Market, remotely controlled the overall situation.

He calmly observed the battlefield, orchestrating the deployment of War Puppets, while calculating in his mind the moment of the final assault on [Returning Ruins Abyss].

The bloody battle at the Flame Prison Abyss is merely the prelude to the final movement; the real test lies at the deepest layer of the abyss.

Therein lies the core crucial to preventing the Abyssal Dimension Upgrade.