Virgil’s spiritual perception, like invisible tendrils, penetrated the barriers of space and time, firmly locking onto the sealed orb in the Mariana Trench.
Even through the Seal, he could clearly “smell” that cold, greedy will, expanding like a cosmic locust—a terrifying race.
His gaze, like an invisible probe, was firmly locked onto the coordinates on the other side of the light hole!
His will was driving billions of insect swarms, like sharks smelling blood, to frantically lick and mark the abyssal wreckage!
This was by no means a defense, but a blatant covetousness for the next prey.
“Stop?” Virgil let out a short, cold sneer. “Too late! Now, it’s not us contemplating whether to extinguish the flames of war…”.
His thoughts struck every Lord’s core like a heavy hammer.
“But the deity on the other side, and the terrifying insect race under His command, filled with endless aggression and desire to devour, have already—firmly set their sights on our Dark Planet! Their greedy gaze has penetrated space, locking onto our coordinates! War will not end because of our retreat; it will only accelerate its arrival due to our weakness!”
He suddenly raised his hand, pointing to the enormous star map on the dome of the throne hall, composed of countless monster skeletons and energy pipelines.
On the star map, the light point representing Blue Star was flashing ominously red, and a dotted line extending from the light hole’s orb, carrying a cold, devouring aura, snaked like a viper, firmly pointing towards the Dark Planet.
“Although the light hole is Sealed, its spatial coordinates have been forcibly anchored by the opposing deity with supreme power! He possesses the ability to tear space, and His dependents, like hungry hyenas, gather by the abyssal wreckage, licking Baphomet’s last vestiges of warmth, awaiting the bugle call for the next attack.”
Virgil’s thoughts were like a cold verdict.
“One month! At most one month! The cosmic string current connected by the light hole only needs a final thirty planetary days of natural oscillation to completely stabilize its structure. By then, that sealed orb will no longer be an obstacle, but a re-opened—Gate of War! A true Gate of War, capable of allowing our main legions to descend!”
His “gaze” swept like a blade over the Lords below, who were silent as cicadas in winter, finally landing on the colossal monster cultivation pod clusters outside the hall, which rose and fell like black mountain ranges, covering the entire view.
Countless thick flesh pipelines wriggled like giant pythons between the pods, pumping viscous, high-energy, sweet-smelling life primordial fluid.
“Prepare for war! Highest Rank!”
Virgil’s voice, like a tolling death knell, instantly transmitted through the planet-wide neural network to every corner of the Empire.
“Command!” His will transformed into an irresistible torrent of directives:
“All cultivation pods, safety restrictors disengaged! Energy injection power increased to 200% of theoretical limit! Irrigate embryos with undiluted core essence primordial fluid directly drawn from the geocore furnace! Temper newborn carapaces with the most violent lava flows from deep within the earth veins! Within thirty planetary days, I want to see more monsters emerge from their cocoons in the cultivation pods! I want to see claws capable of tearing apart divine barriers, clad in armor forged from planetary essence blood, standing before me!”
As the command was issued, the nearest mountain-sized cultivation pod violently vibrated, viscous dark red nutrient fluid churned like boiling blood, and the pod walls groaned under the strain.
Through the reinforced observation window, a massive embryo with three heads and bone wings on its back could be seen twitching and expanding frantically, the cracking sound of bones piercing membranes dense as rain.
“All resource planets, execute scorched-earth protocol! Destructive mining! Regardless of ecological damage, regardless of planetary lifespan! Drain the energy from the geocore furnace! Extract the planetary Origin matter! Every gram of Ore, every joule of energy, every drop of organic liquid, must be thrown into the furnace of war! If this war is lost, everything is meaningless!”
On a distant mining planet, giant drilling platforms roared, tearing through the crust, and crimson magma was forcibly extracted like blood, injected into thick transport pipelines, as the entire planet’s surface rapidly cracked and collapsed under the intense mining.
“All combat units, enter eternal blood war state immediately! Hibernators forcibly awakened, injected with neuro-stimulants! Juveniles undergo ‘accelerated maturation’ infusion! Through actual combat! Through the most brutal elimination! Use the enemy’s flesh and the corpses of their own kind to forge their final battle armor and killer instincts! This is—a war for the survival of the entire race! Cowards, die!”
In the training ground, a giant armored beast, just forcibly awakened and still covered in hibernation pod slime, was mercilessly whipped into the gladiatorial arena to fight a death match with another similarly accelerated monster cub; the loser’s flesh was devoured on the spot.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Low, prolonged war horns, as if from the deepest reaches of Hell, no longer a single sound, but erupting simultaneously from countless monster lairs, energy nodes, and furnace cores across the Dark Planet.
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of horn blasts converged into a Soul-tearing symphony of death, instantly drowning out all other sounds on the planet.
The entire Dark Planet, like a giant forcibly injected with stimulants, let out a hysterical roar on the eve of destruction.
Countless giant cultivation pods emitted a sharp screech like overloaded steam turbines, as viscous dark green nutrient fluid was pumped in at high pressure, causing the pod walls to bulge.
On the surface, countless monster-engineers hissed, whipping lower-Rank slave monsters, dumping cartloads of steaming, freshly mined high-energy Ore into the furnace entrances.
The enormous furnace vents spewed black smoke smelling of sulfur and burnt flesh, further polluting the already dark red sky.
An oppressive aura of destruction, mixed with the furnace’s stench, the monsters’ body odor, and the smell of blood, like a tangible, suffocating lead cloud, heavily pressed down upon the entire Dark Planet.
Thirty planetary days.
It was the countdown to the channel’s re-stabilization, and also the countdown to two worlds pouring everything they had, gambling their existence, for a final destructive collision…