Mechanical Alchemist

Su Lun spent the night resting at Rose Manor.

He was here to bid farewell, and now, it seemed that all his thoughts had become resolute.

He and Yekaterina were like long-lost friends reuniting, or lovers who had been separated for a long time, sharing a house as they once had, taking baths together, drinking wine, and chatting.

Whether it was the imperial emperor with grand strategies or the naively delightful poet Katusha, Su Lun felt that for him, they were irreplaceable people who gave meaning to his existence.

The next morning, Yekaterina left the manor early.

The mobilization had already been called the day before, and today she would lead a million well-prepared royal alchemy troops from the port to the Imperial Strait to participate in the ultimate battle.

The imperial emperor went to war himself, and the whole united empire was plunged into a tense atmosphere of warfare.

Su Lun didn't stay long in Lingdun either. After meeting with Sabina and Reyna, he visited Yuta in the Emerald Forest. Then he visited the Mountain Hermit in the north continents and saw the old friend Princess Shinfuku Mitsuko. Afterward, he directly headed to the Far West Dragon Kingdom Waters.

He was going to meet Queen Medusa because her ability would be the key breakthrough in the great battle.

...

Before he knew it, half a month had passed.

Imperial Strait, near the East Ronyesia islands.

Here, once the first coastal defense line of the Luying Empire, had now become the last line of defense to protect Luying Main Island from the gods' realm.

Within the several hundred miles of the frontline, more than ten million elite imperial troops had gathered. Various steel warships and mechanical airships formed battle groups, constantly bombarding eastward day and night.

One hundred miles away, the three grand empires of the divine realm had also assembled over seven million troops. Various magical airships shone with dazzling colors, a scene like a splendid rainbow across the horizon.

The two sides had been tugging at each other for nearly half a month.

The iron flood of the alchemy realm and the magical army of the divine realm were like two terrifying behemoths biting each other, the battle situation also intensifying.

However, since the divine realm was a complete realm with an unbroken heritage, which was much stronger than the alchemy realm. The number of high-level mages was also much greater than in the alchemy realm. While the three grand empires previously fought independently, giving rise to a tit-for-tat battle, now combined into one massive "Trident War God Formation," even the much larger assembled troops of the alchemy realm were continuously forced back.

Fortunately, fighting on their home ground, the imperial troops had ample ammunition supply, and they fought while retreating without being scattered.

Until now in the war, aside from skirmishes among scouting groups, almost no small troop battles had been seen.

It was like a clash between two knightly orders; tactics and strategies had minimal significance, and what really mattered now was the hard, bloodletting capabilities.

If the divine realm breached the East Ronyesia island defense line, it would then directly threaten the Luying homeland.

The two sides kept deadlocked in a tug of war.

This day, there was finally a change in the situation.

Because the elite imperial troops led by Emperor Yekaterina had arrived at the frontline.

Her arrival greatly boosted the morale of the millions of alchemy soldiers.

...

The people of the divine realm had actually received news half a month ago that the Alchemy Emperor was coming to the front.

They were also waiting for this moment.

In their view, if they could deal with the Alchemy Emperor on the sea, it would be much easier than breaking through Lingdun, which was armed to the teeth.

So, although they had the strength to push through, their advance was also deliberately slow.

In the azure sky, thousands of magical airships stretched over several miles.

The three empires split into three corps.

The yellow magic shield belonged to the Ascieden Empire's Sun Corps, the red magic shield belonged to the Golden Griffon Empire's Judgment Corps, and the blue light shield was the Holy Crown Empire's Thunder Corps.

The three forces advanced in a triangular formation towards the west.

If anyone familiar with military formations were present, they could tell at a glance that this was a 'Trident War God Formation.'

A legendary large-scale military formation capable of battling gods.

United as one, its structure stable, any attack on one side could be immediately supported by the other two sides.

This was a mature legion formation that had been deduced for countless years on the divine plane, with absolutely no flaws.

In the void, the cannons were deafening.

Alchemy bullets exploded on the outer protective shields of the airship fleet, bursting into flames before quickly extinguishing.

The mages on the airships had long grown accustomed to such sights.

This kind of super-large legion protective shield could resist a strike from a demigod—it simply wasn't something any human force could break through.

The bombardment did not cause much damage, its only purpose was to continuously deplete their supplies and magical stones.

However, this time the three great empires were fully prepared; even if they had to face the cannons head-on while heading to Lingdun, they had brought enough magical stones.

Just as the imperial legion led by Yekaterina was about to reach the frontline, the command layers of the three great empires in the divine plane also held an urgent meeting.

At that moment, in the command rooms on the main ships of the Trident War God Formation, the magic screens displayed the faces of the three commanders.

The overall commander from the Ascieden Empire was a blond, handsome young man, Crown Prince Gordon Fielding, the younger brother of Princess Octavia J. Fielding, who Su Lun and his group had killed previously.

Another magic screen showed a middle-aged sword mage in armor, the expedition marshal of the Golden Griffon Empire and demigod powerhouse, "Magic Sword God" Karlo Lankrisas.

The last one was an old mage wearing a magic hat, the court chief Magic God of the Holy Crown Empire, "Holy Thunder God of Law" Hogan Chapman.

As soon as the magic screens connected, the three began to discuss.

"Even the native emperor of the gold plane has arrived, so the decisive battle must be impending. Gentlemen, do you have anything to say?"

"The results of the war divination are getting more obscure. Among those alchemists, there seems to be someone blessed with the fate of the plane. That's not good news for us."

"What's the situation with 'Pestilence', Humphrey Johnston, the vice-president of the Black Magic Mercenary Guild? Didn't he say half a month ago that he had infiltrated Lingdun to assassinate that emperor? Now the emperor appears here and there's no word from him."

"Most likely dead."

"Humphrey wasn't weak. Even if his mission truly failed, how could there be no news at all?"

"I have already divined this before, the possibility of assassination success was very slim. Although the Alchemy plane has shattered, it still has a long legacy. Who knows what treasures those ancient alchemy powers left on this shattered plane…"

"Yes. It's probably some extremely powerful prohibitive treasure in Lingdun. It would make sense if Humphrey died there."

"Let's drop it. After all, it's just a mercenary who died. It also serves to weaken the strength of the Black Magic Guild."

"Indeed, now we need to consider how to conduct the decisive battle. Don't be careless; the annihilation of the previous million-strong legion was a lesson. The Alchemy plane also has its capable people…"

"…"

The three commanders proceeded to discuss in front of the magical screen.

Yet, it was clear to any onlooker that the three commanders were not in harmony.

After all, the three great empires were also attacking each other in the divine plane, inherently hostile relations.

They only joined forces to invade the Alchemy plane because the gods had issued a divine command.

Otherwise, they would not have launched campaigns independently before, only uniting now.

While speaking, the "Wind and Thunder Sword God" Karlo suddenly initiated a topic, scornfully saying, "Humph, just because your Ascieden can't fight the battle, doesn't mean our Golden Griffon Empire can't. It's just a shattered plane. I really can't understand how you couldn't conquer it, with such heavy losses? Even your sister Octavia actually died at the hands of a native..."

Upon hearing this, Crown Prince Gordon immediately got angry, "Karlo, what do you mean?"

Karlo responded lightly, "Prince Gordon, by seniority, you should call me 'Uncle Karlo' or 'Marshal Karlo'. Otherwise, it would seem very impolite."

A demigod powerhouse certainly wouldn't lack the nerve to merely engage in verbal sparring with a junior.

It was about splitting the spoils of war, where only the wolves would get to eat meat.

With such vast interests in the Alchemy plane at stake, politeness would only mean loss for oneself.

The cunning old marshal provoked the young prince, directly stating, "Just proceed according to the plan. His Majesty Luis intends for our Golden Griffon Empire to contribute the most troops and bring the most powerful forces. Once we crush the Alchemy plane, our empire needs six central provinces of Luying Main Island, including development rights for the capital, Lingdun."

Hearing this, Crown Prince Gordon immediately stood up in dissent, retorting, "Impossible! This is a plane discovered by our Ascieden! We also suffered the greatest losses in developing it! Most of Luying Mainland and Lingdun City must be taken over by our Ascieden!"

The reason they had previously divided their forces into three routes, aside from mutual hostility, was mainly because the interests had not been agreed upon.

Despite countless discussions on how to divide the cake, it never seemed to divide evenly.

Each party wanted the bigger share.

Until now, it remains the same.

Seeing that the two sides were about to argue even before the battle had started, the "Holy Thunder God of Law" of the Holy Crown Empire, Hogan, flashed a shrewd light in his eyes and suddenly said, "Gentlemen, with the battle imminent, continuing to argue is pointless. I think we can decide on the division of the final profits based on the number of enemies killed..."

Upon hearing this, the "Wind and Thunder Sword God," Carlo, also said, "Agreed!"

Both empires had brought their fully staffed elite forces, naturally more confident than the Ascieden Empire, which had lost a million troops just six months ago.

Although Prince Gordon was displeased, he couldn't say much.

At any time, strength was what gave one a voice – that was the truth.

Right before the battle, the command of the three great empires didn't discuss tactics but started planning how to divide up the Alchemy plane.

In their view, the magic legions already had an overwhelming advantage and absolutely could not be defeated.

He Zhen Shen had already descended into the plane channel, and even if the unimaginable occurred, no accident was possible.

...

Meanwhile,

Contrary to the enemy's underestimation, the situation was quite different with the joint empires' fleet.

The arrival of Yekaterina marked that the moment for the decisive battle had come.

The top combat power and elite legions of the Alchemy plane were nearly all assembled here.

This battle would determine the fate of the Alchemy plane.

While the three great empires of the Divine plane discussed how to split the Alchemy plane, an urgent meeting was being held in the command room of the Sky Castle.

Su Lun, Mr. Jing, Thousand, Yekaterina, Mr. Hei, Pandora, Bartolo, and Nineteen... high-ranking members of the Dawn Group gathered together.

In front of them, the war sand table, equipped with alchemy devices, projected the image of the enemy's fleet.

It was a triangle formation comprised of thousands of magic airships.

"This is the 'Trident War God Formation,' very stable, with a ninth-level TR-3 type magic energy spiderweb barrier; the farther the attack, the stronger the defense. Unless the energy is exhausted or there is a sudden close combat approach, it's impossible to break through external force..."

Su Lun, the most knowledgeable about the Divine plane, was explaining the features of the battle formation to the group.

"The key to this formation is the connections between the three sides; if one side is attacked, the other two will provide timely support. If we really want to confront, we must break their stable structure. I will charge with my senior sister and try to cripple one legion in a short time. The rest will depend on you all..."

He carefully continued, and everyone nodded without interruption.

This wasn't a discussion but a tactical arrangement.

This grand final battle involved too much, and the Dawn's high command had almost guessed that divine beings from the Divine plane were paying attention to this battle.

Thus, many plans could not be explicitly stated.

Everyone unspokenly understood to follow Su Lun's arrangements and simply do their part.

Though everyone was aware of the great risks, all were prepared to die in this battle.

"Dora, you control the ship's island and prepare to release 'Twilight of the Gods'; you must hit the enemy's command center accurately."

"Yes, no problem!"

"Katyusha, the first wave of attack depends on you."

"Alright!"

"Mr. Hei, after I charge in, the enemy will surely interfere with my Puppetry Theater. The Dragon Language Magician Group must seize the opportunity to destroy the enemy legion's magic conduits."

"Yes!"

"Nineteen, you lead the mechanical warrior troops to prepare; no matter the cost, you must break the magic shields of the other two million legions."

"Yes! Mission guaranteed!"

"Thousand, Elder Bartolo, Mr. Kamur, Miss Masia... once the legions engage in melee, lead the ninth rank and above to restrain the enemy demigods..."

"No problem!"

"After breaking the formation, everyone push forward with full force!"

"..."

Su Lun issued command after command.

The crowd responded solemnly, one by one.

In this grand final battle, almost no one knew the complete battle plan except for Su Lun himself.

But everyone's beliefs were incredibly steadfast.

They had absolute trust in Su Lun and a sure heart of victory for this grand final battle!

...

"All troops, charge!"

After arranging the tactics, the allied imperial legions issued the charge command.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of warships sailed out from the defense lines, numerous steam airships appeared in the sky, and submarines emerged from the sea.

Their numbers were so vast and dense like a school of sardines.

The warships assembled into squadrons, and squadrons into super battle formations, their momentum fierce.

The Alchemy Legion did not retreat eastward again, but charged full speed toward the west, picking up pace.

Aboard the ships, the warriors, solemn-faced, operated the alchemy cannons and unleashed an unprecedented barrage of ammunition at the enemy.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"..."

This barrage held nothing back.

It was not only conventional shells; even those costly high-capacity alchemy shells stored in the warehouse were fired from various cannons regardless of cost.

The first round of shelling was itself ten times, a hundred times stronger than any previous fire coverage!

This was the grand final battle.

If they were to lose this battle, having any stock left would be meaningless.

The alchemy shells poured down like a torrential rain toward the magic airships of the Divine Plane.

The cannons had longer range than magic, and even before the two armies could see each other, the first round of artillery had already hit the Divine Plane's magic airship fleet.

"Crackle...crackle...crackle..."

Countless alchemy shells exploded on the energy shields, bursting forth with firework-like colorful splendor.

Although the army's magic shields were not broken, the barrage caused countless magic airships to violently tremble. Many magic devices overloaded and became damaged, and the technicians frantically made repairs.

After this round of artillery, the Mages of the Divine Plane knew that the Alchemy Plane meant serious business.

"Sir! The natives from the Alchemy Plane have launched a full assault!"

Commanders from the three great empires also arrived immediately outside the airships.

However, upon seeing the sky full of incoming shells, rather than surprise, their faces showed a satisfaction as if things were going according to plan.

"Ha, among these natives, there's actually a capable one who knows only close combat holds a chance in the 'Trident War God Formation', choosing the only tactic with a possibility of victory—a direct charge..."

"Probably still thinking of that ambush tactic from last time, teleporting over to disrupt the structure of our forces, and then charging with all troops. Heh, really thought we couldn't handle them... This time, whoever it is, is undoubtedly doomed."

"That Puppetry Technician is indeed troublesome; he has a divine-grade spatial artifact, very slippery. Tsk tsk, whoever kills him will claim that treasure."

"Hmph! Just hope he dares to come."

"..."

They were quite aware that once such a large-scale battalion charged, it was impossible to change direction.

That is to say, unless they changed direction immediately, a collision between the two sides was inevitable.

But when the three great empires of the divine realm gathered such forces, they were intent on crushing the Alchemy realm.

Previously, while the "Alchemy natives" were fighting and retreating, there was no chance to annihilate them completely.

Now, they were finally set for a head-on collision. How could they miss this opportunity?

"Everyone, all troops, attack!"

"All legions prepare legion magic; sink those natives' ships!"

"Legion magic devices, gather magic power, open the spatial restrictions..."

"..."

Upon an order, the magic legions of the divine realm also faced the cannons and sailed toward the west.

Although they felt certain of victory over the Alchemy realm in their minds, tactically, the experienced commanders of the three great empires didn't underestimate their enemy at all. They arranged various tactics, protecting the airship fleet tightly.

...

Aboard the sky fortress, Su Lun stood in the observation room of the watchtower, watching the distant scene.

Beside him, besides Mr. Jing, there was also a mysterious person covered with a black cloak.

At that moment, waves as high as a hundred meters surged on the sea, the enemy legion's Tsunami Technique affecting countless steel warships floating on the sea.

Even the most advanced aiming systems had extremely low accuracy in such a violently tossing environment.

It was not just the sea surface; at the moment, the surrounding hundred miles were engulfed in an apocalyptic, extremely adverse environment.

Thunderclouds pressed down from the sky, and hurricanes blew chaotically.

The wind was so strong that it could toss some small airships around like kites with snapped strings.

One had to admit, Mages truly had superior control over the elements compared to Alchemists.

Especially in the realm of legion magic, the legions of the Alchemy realm were still quite lacking.

If it were a regular fleet, in such an extremely harsh environment, it would likely have suffered heavy losses before even getting close.

However, fortunately, Alchemy can create miracles.

The sky fortress and most of the airships were equipped with the most advanced large-scale energy recycling systems. No matter how big the storm, they could convert it into other forms of energy.

This fierce storm not only didn't hinder their marching speed, but the rich elemental power also added some energy to the fleet.

The three of them just stood in the observation room without saying a word.

Both legions charged forward at full speed.

Before long, the shadows of the magic legions appeared on the horizon.

Alchemy shells rained down densely on the magical shields, igniting bursts of firelight, like brief and fleeting flowers.

Su Lun's eyes reflected the intense explosions, calm and profound.

It was only after both sides could see each other that they entered the range for long-distance magic release.

Previously, relying on their range advantage, it had always been the cannons on the battleships overpowering the magic legions.

Now, the Mages had also begun their maneuvers.

With the All-knowing Eye, Su Lun could even clearly see the faces of the Mages on the magic airships. At that moment, he watched as the legion magic barriers on those magic airships lit up.

Seven million—seven hundred legions of ten thousand each, and countless various legion magic devices, they already possessed the ability to destroy heaven and earth.

Just as Su Lun looked over, a lightning bolt thick as a water tank struck over. It was the ninth-tier long-range legion forbidden spell, "Punishment of the Thunder God."

The lightning bolt came from a large magic airship; the legion flag on it bore the pattern of "Lightning and Crown"—the royal emblem of the Crown Imperial Empire.

The Crown Imperial Empire, rich in lightning Mages, had a powerful tradition of thunder magic.

Su Lun watched, his eyes showing no surprise.

His gaze was eagle-like, focusing ahead.

Not just his own pair of eyes, but hundreds of black crows in the sky had already flown in every direction, taking in the entire structure of the divine realm's legions.

And in his mind, the "God Profaner" was operating rapidly, deducing various combat scenarios.

Right after the first flash of lightning, a "crackling" thunder illuminated the entire sky.

Several hundred magic airships released their legion curses simultaneously, creating a scene like the apocalypse, instantly turning everything into a flash of white light.

Lightning woven into a net gave the allied empire's fleet a baptism.

But Su Rian's ironclad battleships and steam airships all had magic guiding runes, yet being metal, they attracted the electricity even more.

These hundreds of strikes, deemed capable of ninth-level magic power, "Punishment of the Thunder God," also made the entire fleet tremble.

The sky fortresses had pieces of the "Divine Artifact · Thunder Lance," making them immune to even the strongest electric magic. However, the smaller vessels were not so fortunate.

Even with the protection of legion barriers, after this round of legion magic, dozens of airships were severely damaged, and a few crashed into the sea, resulting in immediate casualties.

And it wasn't just the lightning, following closely were the "Apocalypse Storm," "Meteor Fire Cloud," "Holy Light Judgment," "Dark Canopy"... etc., a series of ninth-level legion curses followed one after another.

At sea, colossal whirlpools formed, and several thousand-kilometer-tall "Sea Giants" also emerged.

Each warship in these stormy seas looked like a small boat that could capsize at any moment, offering no sense of security at all.

Mr. Hei also organized the Dragon Language Magicians to retaliate, while the Royal Legion's magicians began their counterattack... In the sky, gigantic alchemy formations materialized.

The two sides, separated by the void, began a fierce magical bombardment.

In a blink, the elements within this part of the world started boiling, turning the sky into a hellish dark red.

War opened the gates of hell, giving everyone plunged into battle a terrifying experience like never before.

It was as if Death itself was looming behind, ready to claim the lives of everyone at any moment.

...

The two legions were still charging fiercely, continuously bombarding each other, their distance growing ever closer.

But clearly, in this magic bombardment, the gods' plane of magic legions held the upper hand.

Mages have a more finely honed understanding of magic power than alchemists do.

The defensive capabilities of legion magic shields were even stronger than ironclad battleships; seven million mages against ten million alchemy troops not only held their ground but also managed a divide of twenty-eighty!

The alchemy plane suffered eighty percent casualties, whereas the gods' plane suffered only twenty percent!

And this was just the beginning, both legions still intact.

To clash head-on was inevitably like an egg striking a rock.

The "Trident War God Formation" acted like a triple-bladed military spike, sharp and deadly.

This was also the confidence of the gods' plane to engage in a head-on collision!

One by one, airships were falling, warships sinking, the casualties of the allied fleet escalating.

Yet Commander Su Lun still took no action.

This distance was not yet enough!

They needed to get even closer!

The sky fortress, against the barrage of firepower, charged ahead as steam airships fell around it.

Finally!

When the allied fleet had lost hundreds of warships, the moment arrived!

Su Lun's eyes narrowed sharply, and he suddenly issued a command, "Katyusha, make your move!"

Then he added, "Dora, 'Twilight of the Gods' charge up ready!"

From the communicator came simultaneous replies, "Yes!"

Just with that command, at this very moment, on the heavily protected "Royal Airship One," Ekaterina stood within a gigantic alchemy formation.

Around the alchemy formation were nine massive crystal columns, inscribed with countless stars.

Within the alchemy formation, mountains of energy crystal cores had already accumulated.

Adorned in celestial nebulae, Ekaterina formed a magician's seal and shouted fiercely, "Astrology Alchemy · Ten Thousand Stars Traction!"

As soon as the seal was made, the enormous alchemy formation's light surged, slowly absorbing countless streams of energy.

Ekaterina's eyes were already filled with stars, controlling that energy exaggerated to the extreme.

In an instant, that vast power converged into an endless force of stars within the formation.

Suddenly, she looked up into the sky, as if through the dark clouds, she sensed a star in the universe responding to her call.

Ekaterina's aura rapidly soared, even the airship was distorted and deformed by that terrifying force.

Suddenly, responding to a star that had been drawn months before, she rapidly formed another set of magician's seals, shouting, "Divine Art · Red Emperor!"

....

Such massive energy fluctuations were surely noticed by the divine realm instantly.

The mages also saw, amidst the steam airship fleet, a burst of blinding white light shooting into the sky, disappearing into the boundless depths of space.

"What's that situation!"

"Be careful, it seems to be a divine-grade astrological technique!"

"Quick, disperse the clouds!"

"..."

However, even if the mages could understand it, they could no longer stop it.

Because this was an irreversible alchemy technique.

Just as that white light shot into the sky, not long after, a burst sound suddenly rang beside their ears, growing clearer and louder.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Upon closer listening, it seemed like the sound of a meteorite rubbing against the air, mixed with explosive noises.

But because the sky was filled with dark clouds, everyone couldn't see clearly what it was.

Countless people looked up, and as the mages dispersed the dark clouds, that was when they saw a meteor trailing a long tail plummeting down from the sky.

No!

Not a meteorite!

But a small star!

A tiny supernova just miles in size!

The fleet of seven million mages stretched over dozens of miles, completely unable to avoid it.

This is the downside of large-scale troop movement, possessing great combat power while also being unable to turn around or disperse!

Were these alchemical natives willing to perish together?

The commanders from the divine realm were terrified out of their wits.

If such a meteorite were to accelerate and fall like this, hundreds of miles of sea area would become a wasteland.

Not to mention them, the alchemical realm's fleet was equally doomed to disaster.

This was not a level of energy humans could resist.

This was a power capable of destroying the world!

"Are there still such powerful beings among the alchemical natives?"

The mages had not expected this at all.

Because they knew very well, to mobilize a star of this magnitude was definitely not something a demigod could accomplish.

Who could it be?

At this moment, it was already too late to investigate.

The natives might wish to "perish together," but they certainly did not.

"Prepare Legion Magic, shatter that meteor!"

Crown Prince Gordon, "Wind and Thunder Sword God" Karlo, "Holy Thunder God of Law" Hogan, the three great commanders of the three great empires bellowed in unison, and countless legion magic spells turned direction, bombarding towards the giant meteor in the sky.

At that moment, these battle-hardened leaders felt they had discerned the natives' intentions.

Karlo narrowed his eyes, "Hmph! The technique isn't bad, but thinking to restrain us with this is far too naive!"

Crown Prince Gordon, "Even if we gave them the chance to come closer, they still wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Holy Thunder God of Law" Hogan: "Be careful, divination makes me feel an inexplicable danger. It seems like something terrifying is about to happen..."

....

The meteor was incredibly fast, but after all, it was too far away.

In that instant, countless magics roared toward the meteor in the sky.

In the sky, numerous fragments exploded, turning into a sky full of fire rain, which fell onto the sea.

In the end, even though the extremely fast meteor hit the magic legion, it caused hardly any casualties. At least, the Trident War God Formation was still intact.

It seemed, the meteor that had just brought hope to the alchemy plane, vanished in this spectacular explosion, even mistakenly injuring numerous mechanical airships and warships.

However.

Su Lun's plan was far more than this.

With his current calculating ability, how could he not have figured out that even if that meteor fell, it wouldn't cause significant damage?

Seven million mage legion was completely capable of easily destroying the meteor.

Indeed, the meteor would take some of the firepower, but that wasn't Su Lun's ultimate goal.

Instead, it was to use the opportunity provided by Yekaterina's meteor fall to cover up the noise of "Twilight of the Gods."

Just as the meteor exploded in the sky and everyone's attention was drawn there, nobody noticed the steel walls of the sky fortress 'clicking' and 'clicking' quietly opening up, revealing a giant cannon barrel.

It was a super massive cannon spanning the entire fortress.

This was no ordinary cannon.

It was the secret weapon—"Twilight of the Gods"—created from the ancient weapon blueprints found in the Zheng Gorgon Temple.

It possessed the power to slay gods!

In that blink of an eye, the alchemy runes on the cannon were already fully lit, and the energy was fully charged.

"Fire!"

At Su Lun's command, the cannon barrel suddenly erupted with an eerie shockwave invisible to the naked eye.

It was like a misfire, with nobody seeing what was actually launched, but the entire sky fortress trembled violently from a huge recoil force.

But in another blink, a miraculous scene occurred.

The defensive shield of the magic legion, which had just withstood the meteor fall unscathed, suddenly showed a hole, utterly silently.

How did it appear?

It was as if haunted, nobody felt any energy fluctuations, yet it just mysteriously broke.

The mages hadn't yet understood what had happened; staring agape at the breach on the magic shield.

Upon closer inspection, the command airship of the most bustling Holy Crown Empire's legion also had a hole pierced through it, spanning several meters in diameter.

The loss was minimal, but once the command was broken... that perfect defensive structure was now breached!

....

"Take action!"

Su Lun eyed the big hole blasted in the enemy's Trident War God Formation and softly shouted.

Without waiting for the enemy to react, with a flash of spatial disturbance, he, Mr. Jing, and the cloaked mysterious person decisively vanished from the spot.