Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 736: Eternal Sapling, the Foreboding of An Extinction War (II)

Chapter 736: Eternal Sapling, the Foreboding of An Extinction War (II)

In the villa district of Wujiang City, the Lin Sisters sat in their courtyard. They chatted leisurely as they enjoyed tea, savoring the final moment of peace before entering the mythical world.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"You’re... Ms. Yan Ruoyi?" The silver-haired beauty at the gate surprised the Lin Sisters as they opened the door. They had watched some of the edited clips circulating online yesterday, so they recognized this woman.

They were also aware that she had a close relationship with Chen Chu; back in April, he had left the southern battlefield under the alias Chu Batian, precisely to protect her.

Now, she was standing face-to-face with these breathtakingly beautiful twin sisters. "Lin Xue, Lin Yu, hello. Before entering seclusion, Chen Chu asked me to deliver a gift to you both."

"A gift?" The Lin sisters were momentarily stunned. That guy suddenly thought of sending us a gift?

Yan Ruoyi smiled. "It should be some special items brought back from the mythical world. All his close friends received something, like Xia Youhui and the others."

"...I see. Thank you."

Lin Xue nodded and, without thinking too much of it, took the two storage rings from Yan Ruoyi along with Lin Yu. Then she said courteously, "Ms. Yan, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

"No need, I still have some matters to handle."

Since they weren’t familiar with each other, the sisters didn’t press her to stay. "Alright then, thank you for going out of your way."

After seeing Yan Ruoyi off, the sisters sent their spiritual will into the rings and immediately saw piles of top-level resources, along with two god-level items. Their mouths fell slightly open in shock. They hadn’t expected Chen Chu to give them something this valuable.

These resources had been carefully sorted by Chen Chu from the loot he'd taken from several gods of cults and demon gods, chosen specifically to suit the sisters’ current cultivation.

Their estimated value was in the tens of thousands of merit points—extremely significant to Lin Yu and Lin Xue, but to Chen Chu, they were already no big deal.

***

At Chen Chu’s home, Zhang Xiaolan was bending down near the edge of the courtyard with a small trowel, loosening the soil around some vegetables. She had taken a few days off work because Chen Chu was expected to return soon.

As the sun dipped westward, a red sports car slowly pulled up near the gate. From nearby buildings and windows, several sharp eyes turned toward the vehicle.

However, when they saw Yan Ruoyi step out, those gazes froze. The caution in them faded, and they withdrew.

Standing at the gate, Yan Ruoyi gently knocked and smiled politely. "Hello, Auntie. Is this Chen Chu’s home?"

"You’re that Ms. Yan Ruoyi? What brings you here?" Zhang Xiaolan was a bit surprised. She hadn’t expected the star, who had such a good relationship with Chen Chu, to appear at her doorstep.

With a warm, cheerful smile, Yan Ruoyi replied, "Auntie, please just call me Ruoyi. I came today to take care of some things on Chen Chu’s behalf, and also to visit you. I hope I’m not bothering you."

Hearing that, Zhang Xiaolan’s expression softened, and a smile appeared on her face. "Ah, so Ah Chu had something to ask of you. Thank you, Ruoyi. Come in and have a seat."

"Thank you, Auntie, but there’s no need. I need to hurry back to Tiannan City to be on duty."

As she spoke, Yan Ruoyi took out a bag she’d been carrying. "Auntie, since this is our first meeting, I’ve brought you a small gift."

"Oh no, I can’t accept that; Ah Chu has already troubled you enough," Zhang Xiaolan quickly declined.

Yan Ruoyi smiled. "Auntie, you’ve got it backwards. I should be thanking Chen Chu. If not for him protecting me a few months ago, I might have died during the demon cult attacks.

"Besides, these are just some ordinary nourishing spiritual items—nothing expensive. They’re mainly for strengthening your health, to help you stay well. As long as you stay healthy, Chen Chu can focus fully on his cultivation and grow stronger without distraction, right?"

"Uhh..." As Zhang Xiaolan hesitated, the watch on Yan Ruoyi’s wrist suddenly lit up and began flashing urgently. Seeing this, her expression turned serious.

"Auntie, something’s come up in Tiannan. I need to return at once. When I get the chance, I’ll come back with Chen Chu to visit again."

With that, Yan Ruoyi put the gift bag into Zhang Xiaolan’s hands, then quickly got in her car. With a roar of the engine, it sped off into the distance.

Looking down at the heavy gift bag in her hands, then at the car vanishing at the end of the street, Zhang Xiaolan let out a wry smile. Her mind drifted to Luo Fei, who had visited earlier that year.

Both girls had a rare charm—one delicate and elegant, the other graceful and dignified. Both were undeniably beautiful. For a moment, Zhang Xiaolan felt a tangle of emotion. She couldn’t help but worry about Chen Chu’s future when it came to relationships.

Meanwhile, far away on the frontlines, Pang Long received a message from the rear.

As he abruptly came to a halt, the ten-person elite squad in front of him turned back. Lin Xiong frowned. "Pang Long, is something wrong?"

Pang Long shook his head. "Nothing serious. Just got word from the rear—I have a package?"

A package? The whole squad was stunned. Who delivers packages to the frontlines?

"I’ve already asked them to leave it at the base. I’ll pick it up after this battle’s over." With that, Pang Long and the squad resumed their mission, weaving silently through the dark forest.

Every time war erupted, their mission as an elite squad was to infiltrate deep into enemy territory, locate the alien legion coordinates responsible for long-range attacks, and guide incoming hydrogen bomb strikes.

Before long, the squad had slipped past the frontlines and entered the territory of the Purgatory Demon Clan.

At the same time, across a warfront stretching over ten thousand kilometers, mountain ranges spanned the horizon and rivers coiled like serpents. On the human side, twenty-four legions had already stationed themselves at various forward positions.

On the four main battlefronts, more than two million unmanned mechs stood ready. In the rear, long-range rocket artillery, howitzer fields, mid-range missile bases, drones, and bomber airfields filled the terrain.

Atop mountains ten thousand meters tall, super electromagnetic cannons had begun charging. Meanwhile, in the skies above the rear lines, eleven colossal orbital battleships floated in position.

Across from the humans stood over a hundred legions from subordinate races under the Purgatory Demon Clan, along with their main war forces. In the skies flew mutated beast legions, while on the ground, demonized colossal beasts marched in massive formations.

Above the demon army, enormous demon king fortresses hovered mid-air, surrounded by rolling waves of demonic aura that blotted out the night sky like storm clouds.

Hundreds of kilometers above, kings and demon kings confronted each other across the void. Heavenly kings and great demon kings locked onto one another, the pressure from their laws’ collisions shaking the sky with muffled booms.

Over ten thousand kilometers high, four even more fearsome figures stood motionless. On the human side, aboard an orbital platform, was the Celestial King and Heavenly King Zhenwu, wielder of the race’s ultimate weapon. Opposing them were two demon-god-level powerhouses.

Additionally, deep behind Purgatory Clan lines, another demon god stood tall, releasing an oppressive aura meant to intimidate the enemy. Behind the human lines, a faint supreme-level pressure lingered, silent but present, standing in stalemate against its counterpart.

After two or three days of deployment and positioning, both the human race and the Purgatory Clan were fully in place. The great war teetered on the brink of eruption.

No one knew who struck first, but suddenly, over a hundred rocket bases hidden among forested peaks, several hundred kilometers behind the frontlines, opened fire in unison.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of rockets streaked through the sky, densely packed and covering dozens of mountaintops in a flood of explosions. Fiery light lit up the heavens.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Over a thousand artillery sites in the rear thundered to life. In the sky, swarms of unmanned fighter jets roared as they intercepted the incoming mutated flying beasts.

"Contacting Central, enemy forces are launching a fierce assault on our positions. Coordinate A-9774 requires tactical nuclear saturation."

"Acknowledged. Tactical crystal bomb will arrive in two minutes, twenty-one seconds."

"Rocket base 0-8911, begin five volleys of high-explosive rockets toward coordinate A-10115, then relocate to the second launch site."

"Coordinate C-11023 contains a legion of beasts over five hundred meters tall. Heavy firepower is ineffective. Requesting electromagnetic cannon strike."

"Requesting support—enemy long-range legion located, approximately 120,000 in number. Requesting two hydrogen bombs. Our squad will guide the strike in real time..."

The moment war erupted, it plunged directly into a white-hot frenzy.

The sheer brutality of this clash made even the Celestial King and the others narrow their eyes in focus. In the skies ahead, the demon kings' fortresses rumbled to life, unleashing torrential demonic aura as they joined the battle. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

At the same time, the demon kings floating in the sky released auras that surged to several times their previous strength. Each burned away twenty percent of their origin and charged directly at the human kings.

"Damn it! Brothers, charge! If they’re not afraid to die, then why should we be?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thirty-four demon kings clashed head-on with twenty-seven human kings in a flash.

Simultaneously, five heavenly kings and six great demon kings exploded into battle, transforming into embodiments of law. In an instant, the world quaked under the oppressive force of their law power.

With two battlefields and two empires colliding, this war had already eclipsed the legendary Abyssal Battlefield in scale and might.

Behind both sides, more legions, kings, and demon kings remained in reserve, ready to plunge into the fray at any moment.

Just as the battle erupted, Mech No.1, standing over 160 meters tall and radiating an aura that filled all life with dread, charged forward at the very front, breaching enemy lines.

Hum!

A white-blue beam swept across more than ten kilometers, instantly tearing through an alien legion formation. It plowed a rift over ten kilometers long and one kilometer wide into the earth.

Wherever it passed, flames and explosions followed. Tens of thousands of aliens were reduced to ash, and an entire legion collapsed head-on.

A storm of long-range attacks approached, but No.1’s invisible forcefield blocked them all, immovable and unshaken.

However, as No.1 entered the battlefield, two surging auras from late-stage demon kings erupted from the other side.

The two demon kings emerged, each over five hundred meters tall with three heads and six arms. Demonic qi covered kilometers around them as they entered the battlefield, wielding pitch-black spears hundreds of meters long and flanked by swarms of alien warriors.

While the frontlines saw brutal clashes between the human race and the Purgatory Clan, in a rear base aboard one of the orbital battleships, hundreds of Heavenly Feathered Race individuals stood quietly on the command deck.

They concealed their auras as they observed the large screen with focused expressions, watching the humans’ mechs, rockets, missiles, hydrogen bombs, and super electromagnetic cannons in action with curiosity.

After half a day of intense combat, a mythical-level member of the Feathered Race expressed admiration, as a layered barrier enclosed around the group for privacy. "Those things the humans call ‘technology’ are really convenient. They’ve managed to produce so many metal mechs that function like war puppets."

A Feathered female nodded. "Those cheap mechs are indeed useful. They let the humans engage in relentless attrition warfare against the Purgatory Clan without fear of running out of fresh blood in each stage.

"And those long-range explosive weapons—they’re not weak either. According to the intel they shared with us, those weapons are inexpensive and can be mass-produced.

"The fact that humanity has managed to hold their own against the Purgatory Clan on two battlefronts, and endure the full-force assault of two empires for so long... It’s truly impressive. They have great potential."

At this, another Feathered Race member with a cold expression said flatly, "But humanity’s weaknesses remain obvious. They’re still severely lacking in middle- and high-level powerhouses.

"If the Purgatory Clan decided to go all out and had their demon kings burn their origin in rotation, humanity’s mythical-level forces would be wiped out within a few dozen day-cycles.

"In fact, these two Demon God Empires may already perceive humanity as a threat. They’ve begun tapping into their deep reserves. They’re prepared to grind down every last one of humanity’s mythical-level experts."

All of their expressions grew grave at that. Their own middle- to high-level forces had once been decimated in that very same way by the Purgatory Clan.

In just a few hundred day-cycles, their peak strength of two hundred mythical-level powerhouses had been reduced to fewer than fifty. The casualties were devastating, and those who remained had heavily depleted their origin.

In contrast, the demon kings of the three Demon God Empires could perform blood sacrifices, offering countless lives to the Supreme Abyss in exchange for blessings and rapid origin recovery.

Add to that their deeper reserves and the vast number of natural treasures they had plundered—used to refine divine medicines to restore origin power—and their losses weren’t even half of the Feathered Race’s.

With one side dwindling and the other strengthening, the three empires, which had originally only slightly outnumbered the Feathered Race in mythical- and titan-level experts, now had overwhelming superiority on all fronts.

At present, most of the Feathered Race’s territory had already fallen to the Purgatory Clan. Their remaining elites had gathered at three final strongholds, barely managing to hold on.

Meanwhile, the empires were acting with ease—injured demon kings retreated to heal, while others continued the attrition on the frontlines, leaving no room for the Feathered Race to recover.

Phew!

After a deep exhale, a middle-aged man with three pairs of golden light wings on his back consoled them. "Don’t worry. The extinction war won’t break out so easily. Humanity still has time.

"If the empires want to take down all of humanity’s kings, they’ll have to prepare to lose at least twenty demon kings and fight a prolonged death battle over dozens of day-cycles.

"And in that scenario, not every demon king will be willing to die. There will definitely be resistance to the demon gods’ commands. Besides, didn’t the Primordial King say that, in just the past few day-cycles, more than ten demon kings have already died at the hands of human powerhouses?

"So in the short term, an extinction war and final total assault against humanity likely won’t be launched.

"Furthermore, our race has already initiated contact with humans. As long as we cooperate going forward, there is still hope." The middle-aged man paused, then continued.

"Once this battle concludes, we’ll enter alliance negotiations. According to the will of the ancestral gods, we plan to split off a sapling from the Eternal Divine Tree and offer it to humanity. In return, they will allocate half of their territory to us.

"At that point, our remaining forces will merge with humanity’s, and with the help of this region’s unique terrain, we’ll still be able to resist the Purgatory Clan and begin repopulating.

"Of course, if humanity proves too weak in this battle, the ancestral gods are prepared to lead our remaining people deep into the mythical world and start over. So our race still has hope—it’s not time for despair just yet."

Encouraged by the middle-aged man’s words, the others’ expressions eased slightly.