Supply in place, replenish provisions for the three-day journey, replace damaged equipment, find the map to the next supply station, and destroy any unused supplies on site.
Clad in battle gear, Brad, carrying his long-unused runic spear, circled the supply station that he had just led the holy knights to conquer before dashing into the camp.
The supply station, housing a battalion of infantry, appeared as fragile as paper in front of the three thousand mighty holy knights. In less than a quarter of an hour, the walls were breached, and all the war materials inside were completely burned by a fire.
This was already the third supply station destroyed by Brad's swift and aggressive tactics. To maintain the efficiency of the supply line transportation to the frontline, and considering the relative safety of the rear, Granzon had intentionally spaced these stations far apart.
Though this strategy made the holy knights' raids more time-consuming, it also meant that they only needed to destroy a few supply stations to cut off a significant portion of the supply line.
Due to the perceived security of the rear, these supply stations were mostly guarded by a small number of foot soldiers. Faced with three thousand cavalry, there was hardly any possibility of resistance, making the raids almost effortless.
For Brad, his task now was to systematically take down each station, minimizing casualties and ensuring his troops' readiness as they advanced towards the battlefield at the foot of Kent Mountain.
The charge of three thousand cavalry was his all-out effort. Yet, Brad couldn't help but feel uncertain about how effective it would be.
Deep down, he was aware that this was just a "struggle."
"I wonder how things are over there..."
Looking up at the distant horizon, Brad muttered to himself. The powerful vibrations that had come from the direction of Kent Mountain not long ago were still palpable even here.
Suddenly, the sky lit up once more.
"What is that..."
As Brad's gaze fell upon the scene unfolding in the sky, he felt his breath hitch uncontrollably for a moment, and there was a hint of moisture in the corner of his eyes.
...
"Wow, that's amazing."
Tiran looked up at the newly restored world.
The high-flying clouds were split by a towering peak that seemed to reach the sky, diverting in two directions. Snow melting into gurgling streams along the ridge of the mountain, birthing colorful life by the stream, eventually converging into a wide, fertile delta at the border between the sea and land.
The first settlers arrived in this motherly land, transforming from settlements to fishing villages, from small towns to capital cities.
Neat and refined houses, well-placed market stalls, towering towers adorned with colored glass and green tiles, arches and flying eaves...Within the city, boats glided along the waterways, and lanterns lit up the night sky.
The waterways weaving through the streets and alleys formed a complex and vast transportation network. At night, lights could be seen flickering from any corner of the city, spreading like a wildfire illuminating the city.
Further ahead, the wide and flat roads resembled arteries pumping life into the city and carrying prosperity to distant lands.
It seemed to fulfill every fantasy of a prosperous era, a city belonging to all.
["The Ideal Country Descends into the World"]
The world that appeared here was the ideal fantasy in Xiang Ling's mind, so vast and magnificent that it made the "Arena of Teeth" seem rough and perfunctory by comparison.
—Just like the collision between a perfect masterpiece meticulously crafted by an artist, and a rough and industrial product made during the steam era.
Even the owner of the Arena of Teeth couldn't help but be momentarily distracted by the sight of this magnificent kingdom.
However, in the divine confrontation, a momentary distraction made no difference. Regardless of the changes, the absolute gap in power would remain unchanged, and victory would still belong to her as long as she continued to crush her opponent.
Yet, in the next moment, a restless energy fluctuation came from below.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Anas instantly realized what Xiang Ling intended to do, subconsciously attempting to retract her own divine domain.
But in the next second when this thought arose, Anas suppressed it herself.
In fact, the Arena of Teeth was a real place in the Orc realm.
Long ago, before the Orc nation was established, conflicts between tribes took place in places called the Arena of Teeth. Every able-bodied member of the tribes would enter, fighting until one side was completely defeated.
That was the primordial era of the Orcs, and Anastasia grew up in such times, relying on her sharp fangs and claws to stand victorious in numerous battles within the arena.
Even for the current Orc kingdom of Long Yue, which was also known for its wildness and strength, those past Arena battles were gruesome memories too unbearable to look back on, often referred to as the "Bloodbath."
A fight to the death where every last bit of strength was wagered, where one would squirm and crawl with only their mouth able to move, determined to bite the other's throat... Such memories were too ancient and distant now. Even for one like Anastasia, the sole survivor who had experienced these Arena battles, the scenes in her memories had been shrouded in a thick layer of dust.
As a goddess, she no longer had the need to engage in such battles.
Yet she somehow caught a faint hint of that era's atmosphere from the new deity, a human who had just become a god.
"Such a ruthless way of fighting... I cannot afford to fall behind!"
Driven by a strong sense of battle, the beast-like side of the Orcs manifested within this deity. Her already sizable figure expanded further, her fur covering her exposed skin, her hands and bare feet turning into sharp claws.
The rules and energy fluctuations in the Arena of Teeth grew increasingly chaotic, seemingly indicating a brutal showdown with Xiang Ling.
Purely injecting her divine power into the divine domain would undoubtedly lead to victory for the Orc deity who had accumulated significant faith. Xiang Ling had to find an unconventional way to seize an opportunity.
The energy released by the same amount of coal far exceeded that of explosives. However, explosives could unleash the slow-burning energy of coal in an extremely short time.
Xiang Ling was doing something similar now.
All aspects of the divine domain, whether rules, materials, or pure energy, converged at one point, ready to detonate.
"Hey, hey, it's such a beautiful Realm, isn't it a shame?"
Tiran couldn't help but marvel, then grasped another serious issue.
Damn, we're too close!
"Don't pray for your deity at home! If you don't make a run for it now, you won't even know how you'll die!"
Grabbing Sadiel, who was still kneeling devoutly, Tiran opened his crystal wings and swiftly flew away at the maximum speed possible, away from the battlefield.
The clash of two divine powers in the sky finally erupted.
Hum—
An invisible ripple spread out, and Tiran and Sadiel suddenly found themselves seemingly solidified in this space. No matter how fast they moved, they couldn't budge an inch; every action was stretched to almost stillness, every subtle change clearly visible.
It was the absolute laws of space and time, and this wasn't even a real collision, just the remnants of shattered fragments as the laws and energy of the two divine realms compressed into pure energy and dispersed.
Absolute silence ensued, as if all sound had been stripped away in that instant: the winds howling, the ground quaking, even their own breathing, heartbeat, and pulse vanished.
Like having been deprived of sight and hearing, even the sense of touch became blurry. It was like being trapped in a never-ending sleep, yet retaining consciousness.
A subtle feeling that inevitably evoked thoughts...of death.
Was this the power of the divine level?
...
"Wow! So awesome!"
Vera, who had been sitting cross-legged on the sofa, leaped up suddenly from the intense tossing, catching the popcorn bag that flew into the air as she landed back on the couch.
The screen displaying the aerial battlefield over Kent Mountain had all gone dark, indicating that the alchemical puppets released had been completely destroyed.
The airship a hundred kilometers from Kent Mountain now resembled a ship caught in a storm, tossed up and down violently in the oscillations. If it weren't for the wind spells cast in advance maintaining stability, the furnace might have overheated and caused the airship's outer wall to burn and crash.
"It's a pity we can't go there to witness it firsthand; it must be quite a spectacle."
Yuan sighed, full of regret.
"Yeah, yeah!" Vera nodded vigorously.
"Re-really?" Angelo couldn't help but sweat, even at this distance, the airship was so affected by the aftermath of the battle. If they were on-site, there might not even be a corpse left.
Mr. Yuan's body possessed abnormal healing abilities, not to mention, Miss Vera, aren't you valuing your life too lightly?!
"Well, why can't we go there to watch it?"
"The reason?"
Yuan scratched his head, chuckling, "With such a great commotion, there must be more than just a few of us spectators crowding around."
...
"Miss Tiran? Miss Tiran?"
Uh...is that Aya's voice?
The ethereal tone in her ears made Tiran still immersed in deep slumber.
"Wake up!"
Smack!
The crisp sound of a slap on her cheek, along with the sudden surge of pain, snapped Tiran awake, gasping for breath.
"I thought I was going to die!"
"If I hadn't dug you two out, you might have suffocated."
Aya's voice.
The princess, suddenly returning to the normal world, looked around and realized she was lying on what seemed like soil plowed countless times. In between her fingers was soft, warm, blackened earth.
