Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 886: Chapter 379 New Demon God’s Descent, The Essence of Civilization War_2

Jack Clark was preparing to integrate the space runes engraved on his right arm into the space-time mark, making certain modifications to perfect the concept of using Summoning Breath and Sky-based Strikes he had initially conceived.

Because summoning a single Breath or a single Sky-based attack would consume much less energy, while also enriching his combat tactics.

For example, after breaking through to the king-level and infiltrating deep into the territory of the Purgatory Family, he could summon a Sky-based Strike with the full force of a Thunderflame Demon Dragon from hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away.

With one strike, he could destroy a huge city with king-level defense, eradicate countless members of the Purgatory Demon Race, and pose a threat even greater than the billions of tons equivalent of Crystal Energy Hydrogen Bombs currently possessed by the Human Race.

This was because the mythical world lacked satellite positioning around the ‘atmosphere’, which greatly affected many of the humans’ technological capabilities, rendering those long-range missiles incapable of decisive victory from millions of kilometers away.

But Jack’s situation was different. He had greater mobility and stealth, and he didn’t need positioning—if he stood more than a hundred kilometers up in the high altitude, anywhere he could see, he could attack.

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Tens of kilometers away from the Heavenly Abyss Battle City, on the vast earth below, legions from the rear of the Purgatory Demon Race, including freshly conscripted vassal race armies, were setting up camp.

Some of these different races were 10 meters tall, with bodies like horses but upper halves like humans, sporting Tauren heads, and clad in thick armor flashing with runes.

Others were 3 meters tall with four arms and two heads, and a pair of bat wings sprouting from their backs, appearing extremely ferocious.

Meanwhile, in the sky, tens of thousands of Flying Giant Beasts, each with wingspans of a hundred meters and all above Level 7, circled menacingly, their roars of savagery and brutality shaking heaven and earth.

The most eye-catching was an army of Lava Monsters, of various sizes ranging from dozens to 3 meters tall, appearing as if cast from magma and rock.

Wherever this army of Lava Monsters passed, the earth would burn and melt, forming a river of lava that set the heavens and earth ablaze with a terrifying momentum.

At this moment, towering fortresses floated one hundred thousand meters above these monstrous armies, with waves of black demonic air, like tsunamis, churning darkly and blotting out the sky.

Above these Demon King Castles, in a deeper layer of space, stood a city spanning tens of kilometers wide, like an island, erect in the void.

At its center towered a magnificent palace, with massive Demon Pillars as wide as a hundred meters and a kilometer tall extending out on either side. Atop them sat over thirty figures emanating the oppressive aura of demon kings.

Beneath these Demon Pillars, the space was densely packed with Purgatory True Demons, each exuding a powerful aura. The weakest among them were above the Eight Path Demon Marks.

Those closer to the Demon Pillars were stronger, almost reaching the level of Nine Demonic Marks.

Especially near a few Demon Pillars deep inside the hall, several Purgatory Nobles at the late stage of Nine Demonic Marks exerted aura close to that of demon kings, sending tremors of terror.

Among them stood a ‘young man’ 3 meters tall, dressed in dark golden battle armor, with nine sharp Demon Horns on his head.

This Purgatory True Demon emanated the aura of someone at the mid-level of Nine Demonic Marks, but when its gaze swept over the others, all the Purgatory Nobles instinctively bowed their heads, not daring to meet its eyes.

Even those True Demons at the late stage of Nine Demonic Marks, when looking at this ‘young man’ with the nine sharp horns, revealed a hint of dread in their eyes.

However, at this moment, whether it was the Purgatory Nobles below or the demon kings on the Demon Pillars, including the five Demon Kings at the front with the most powerful auras, they all bowed their heads reverently.

At the forefront of the Demon Palace, two vague and towering figures stood.

Around these two figures, the void collapsed, the laws of heaven and earth shattered, and even time and space twisted, creating two separate domains governed by their own rules.

Then, a deep voice that vibrated heaven and earth slowly spoke up, “Emperor Eros, is that biological Mecha from the human race really as serious as you say, requiring my personal descent?”

The voice of Devil God Emperor Eros was cold as it replied, “That biological Mecha capable of growth is only a slight future nuisance for us, not enough for you to intervene.”

“This time I have summoned you because I am preparing to deal a heavy blow to the human race.”

Carthius said slowly, “Deal a heavy blow to the human race?”

“Indeed, the war potential of this race is astonishing. Even after fighting our empire for over two hundred Sun Wheels, their strength has not declined but has, in fact, increased several-fold, especially in the mid and high-end forces.”

“From initially being suppressed in the forbidden area across from our clan and unable to move, to now being engaged in simultaneous warfare with both us and the War Demon Empire of Gretar.”

“Currently, in terms of high-end forces, the Human Race has a Demon God Level opponent facing me on both Frontline Battlefields, with three Grand Demon King Level Marshals beneath each.”

“Including the Demon King Commanders of legions, the enemy at the frontlines has only slightly fewer forces than my empire, and they are not inferior with the use of ‘technology’ weapons.”

“Therefore, we cannot allow them to continue growing. We must find a way to deal them a heavy blow and suppress the other side.”

Carthius spoke slowly, “I’ve been overseeing the rear, focusing my attention on the Heavenly Feather Clan’s battlefield all this time; I didn’t expect such a significant change in your situation.”

In contrast to the human perception of time, more than two hundred Sun Wheels, over two decades, is equivalent to just over two hundred days for these Purgatory True Demons.

“This race must be restrained. After dealing a heavy blow to the opposite side, when the war with the Heavenly Feather Clan ends, I will go and persuade Tyris.”

“Diorus, you already have a complete plan, don’t you?”

“It’s simple. Feint and mislead. I will later release news of several Demon King Commanders from dozens of vassal race legions at the frontlines, including support from a Grand Demon King, to confuse the Human Race.”

“Once the great war reaches its mid-period, and that Biological Mecha appears on the battlefield, Carthius, you will show up and eradicate it.”

“At that time, with that Demon God Level opponent restrained by me, you will continue to suppress the frontline legion-level powerhouses, weakening the Human Race’s high-end forces.”

In civilization-level wars, underhanded tricks and schemes are useless. The balance won’t tip just because you have one more or fewer kings.

Even Heavenly King Level cannot affect the balance of a Civilization War.

All the past assassinations, ambushes, and schemes to entice betrayal from the Human Race served only as a means of sideways erosion of the enemy’s fresh blood.

In the end, the decisive battle still has to take place on the frontline, where what’s ultimately compared are the foundational strength and power of the two sides.

For instance, during a Civilization Great War, tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and a dozen Eight Layer Heaven and Ninth Heaven Experts are killed, and then the conflict is reignited with the next Sun Wheel.

After killing tens of thousands of elite soldiers and numerous Eight Layer Heaven and several or more Ninth Heaven Experts day by day, there will eventually be a slow decline in the number of high-ranking powerhouses.

And with a fracture in medium to high-end forces, the consequence will be top strong individuals becoming fewer and fewer, as they are worn down, injured, and lost in battle.

When the enemy is worn down to a critical point, a war of extermination can be launched, gathering all forces to completely destroy the civilization.

This has been the strategy of The Purgatory Family in warfare against other civilizations over the years.

Having subjugated dozens of lower and mid-level vassal races and commanding vast territories and resources, their potential for war is tremendous, and they have no fear of attrition.

In every great battle, it is these vassal races that charge to the fore, while the true Purgatory Demons are commanders with few casualties.

However, the scale of human potential for war was unexpected, growing stronger the more they fought, to the point now where it has become a grave concern for Emperor Diorus.

At this moment, Diorus slowly turned his gaze to the front of the Demon King Pillar, settling on Great Demon King Barus who had come from the rear to support. His voice was deep.

“Barus, how is your task progressing?”

Barus responded with a wry smile, “There has been no progress so far.”

“The defense around the driver of that Biological Mecha is very tight, even within the safe inner cities of the Human Race. Usually, there is a Seven Demon Marks human following closely, with even stronger powerhouses lying in ambush.”

“Even with a high reward offered, half a Sun Wheel later, I have already lost three covert operatives. Not to mention drawing them out and bringing them under control, it’s currently difficult even to get close.”

“Indeed, in the end, we have to revert to direct confrontation on the battlefield.”

“Jimtor, reveal your presence.”

“Yes.”