Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 579: Arrived at The Battlefield, Humanity Without a Future (II)

Amid the chaotic energy waves, a ten-meter-long halberd, radiating an overwhelming light like a weapon enhanced to the max, slashed horizontally at supersonic speed. A black, fan-shaped zone hundreds of meters wide formed in its wake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The True Demons’ formidable black energy shields, capable of withstanding intercontinental missile strikes, shattered. Their demonic rune armors disintegrated, and their invincible demonic bodies were obliterated in an instant.

With just one strike, the eight Purgatory True Demons, who could collectively pose a fatal threat to a middle-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm cultivator, were annihilated.

Boom!

The residual power of the halberd swept across the earth, leaving a thousand-meter-long, dozens-of-meters-wide rift in its path.

So powerful!

Several kilometers away, the Eighth Heavenly Realm experts who had been knocked back gazed in awe at the figure standing tall in the sky, holding the radiant halberd.

For Eighth Heavenly Realm experts, fighting Ninth Heavenly Realm cultivators was a challenge unless they were at the late or peak stage. Especially against powerful Purgatory True Demons, they could typically last for several moves.

Yet, this human cultivator, emanating only the aura of a beginning-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm expert, had obliterated these True Demons with a single blow. The sheer might was terrifying.

Chen Chu turned his gaze toward the distant artillery stronghold still engulfed in battle. In an instant, the halberd in his hand flared with energy, its light growing exponentially.

Boom!

Three golden halberd lights, each three hundred meters long, streaked across the sky and landed among the allied subordinate forces of the Purgatory Clan. In an instant, dazzling flames erupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the Heavenly Flame Dragon Burial, the ground shattered, and searing flames formed three massive fireballs, each with a diameter of hundreds of meters. Surrounding them, fiery streams annihilated everything within a kilometer radius.

The intense explosions and scorching heat melted rocks into lava and splintered ancient trees, leaving them ablaze. Three massive clearings appeared along the mountainside.

Thousands of mutated beast cavalry were obliterated in these fiery zones, even with their dispersed formations meant to avoid artillery bombardments.

Amid the inferno engulfing half the forest, the remaining alien forces wore expressions of terror. Several leaders cried out, "Kuru, my lord—they’re all dead!"

"There’s a human expert! Retreat!"

The remaining two thousand alien cavalry scattered, fleeing in all directions into the mountains without looking back.

"Kill them! Don’t let them escape!"

"Teams 03 and 05: around one thousand Fourth to Sixth Realm Horned-Backs are retreating into your areas. Surround them!"

"This is Artillery Position 0897. We have numerous wounded. Requesting immediate medevac support..."

With Chen Chu’s arrival, the Purgatory True Demons were annihilated, and the alien cavalry was routed in just two moves. The soldiers and special operations teams responded swiftly.

Eighth Heavenly Realm expert squads formed small groups to intercept and eliminate the fleeing alien cavalry, while artillery personnel tended to the wounded and repaired the defenses.

Suddenly, Chen Chu’s wrist device emitted a red light, followed by Waling’s voice over the communicator.

[Chen Chu, a special operations team has been wiped out 1,300 kilometers to the east. Immediate reinforcement required...]

Boom!

Chen Chu shattered the air as he shot off like a purple-gold streak, the sonic booms trailing behind him. The blazing mountain fires illuminated his departure, casting shadows across the night.

Meanwhile, across a battlefront spanning over ten thousand kilometers in depth and twenty thousand kilometers in width, the skies trembled as missiles, rocket artillery, cannon shells, and rune-based artillery barraged one another in a cataclysmic clash.

On the center of the battleline, across an expansive plain spanning over a thousand kilometers, five main human legions clashed head-on with over ten alien subordinate legions in a fierce crossfire.

At the forefront stood Mech No.1, surrounded by tens of thousands of unmanned mechs, annihilating everything in their path. Beams of light swept across the battlefield, erasing countless alien soldiers dozens of kilometers away in an instant.

Explosive shockwaves erupted, raising searing waves of destruction.

On either flank, squads of warriors clad in advanced combat armor, with physiques equivalent to the Fifth or Sixth Heavenly Realm, piloted cutting-edge mechs, engaging in relentless combat against towering alien adversaries.

Meanwhile, elite cultivators of the Sixth Heavenly Realm, led by captains at the Seventh Realm, maneuvered through the battlefield, targeting alien elites and war beasts with precision strikes.

Three thousand kilometers away on either side of this central battlefield, human forces deployed additional three- and four-legion contingents. These legions battled fiercely against another set of alien legions across a battlefield spanning five thousand kilometers.

Under the relentless bombardment of long-range artillery from both sides, the frontlines advanced and retreated in waves. After every retreat, reinforcements unleashed saturation bombardments, leveling the ground before the troops pushed forward again.

Simultaneously, in the perilous terrain of the surrounding mountains, elite squads from both sides infiltrated enemy lines, aiming to destroy critical firepower positions.

High above the battlefield, at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, stood the imposing figures of kings, their forms shrouded in laws and exuding overwhelming majesty. Hundreds of kilometers away from these kings, a vast storm of demonic qi churned in the sky, blotting out the heavens.

Even higher above the battlefield, at an altitude of hundreds of kilometers, the gale force winds of the stratosphere raged fiercely. Here, three human heavenly kings confronted four demon kings in a tense standoff.

Far beyond their reach, in a zone where even heavenly kings dared not tread, space itself was torn into countless fragments by invisible forces, forming a region of utter destruction.

Within this chaotic realm stood two entities. One was a demon god, standing a hundred meters tall, its sharp, protruding horns and black-gold battle armor evoking the visage of a tyrannical overlord of hell.

The demon god sat upon an imposing throne that resembled the colossal skull of a long-dead beast, its surface bristling with jagged horns like mountain peaks.

Opposite it, a radiant figure towered ten thousand meters high. With twelve pairs of wings fanned out behind it and a halo of white light revolving above its head, it bore an image akin to a deity from myth.

This being was a seamless fusion of man and transcendent mech, embodying both divine majesty and technological prowess.

Sitting atop his throne, the demon god Deorus spoke, his voice reverberating through the void. "Celestial King, your humans are doomed. Why not submit to my Purgatory Clan and assimilate into the ranks of the great demon gods?"

The figure resembling a celestial mech replied slowly, its voice ancient and solemn. "Your clan corrupts all, devours all. One day, you will be consumed by your own hunger."

Deorus sneered. "Consumed? By whom? No civilization or race in this world can defy the will of the Primordial Ancestor, least of all your kind.

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"You must realize that my empire is not even fighting with its full might. The forces you face are but a fraction of my strength. Humanity has no hope. Even with your remarkable logistics and war potential, how long can you endure? Ten day-cycles? A hundred?

"When your world is swallowed by the vast world, and the principles of heaven and earth shift, your greatest logistical advantage will crumble. At that point, without reinforcements from other empires, my forces alone will crush you effortlessly."

The Celestial King responded calmly. "And if it comes to that? We'll simply lead the remnants of our people elsewhere. Do you think you can stop us from leaving?"

A cold gleam flashed in the demon god's eyes. As the Celestial King had stated, once a being of demon god rank decided to retreat, capturing them would require a coordinated assault from three beings of equal power. Otherwise, escape was inevitable.

However, abandoning their homeland would mean forfeiting the hope of ascending to the next stage of existence. Would these human powerhouses be willing to make that sacrifice?