A red alert about two powerful intruders, a Black Mechanical Knight and a Giant Dragon, is broadcast across the Cameron galaxy. Luke and Captain Job dismiss the warning, believing the probability of encountering such threats is negligible. Meanwhile, a Saint Luo clan reconnaissance ship, the Silver Ghost, investigates a destroyed fortress but is ambushed and annihilated by the Black Mechanical Knight. Separately, the White Armor Tribe suffers heavy losses from a beast tide, and their leader, Isaiah, discovers a scout from the rival Red Stone Tribe.
"Clan Leader!"
"Clan Leader, your wound..."
The surrounding White Armor tribesmen rapidly converged, their faces etched with undeniable concern.
"This minor injury won't bring me, Isaiah, down," the lion-hearted man declared, his voice booming throughout the tribe as he moved with purpose towards the village outskirts.
There, Alva, alongside the Wolf Armor Group, was locked in a brutal engagement with the remaining Beast Tide.
Upon that exceptionally masculine, youthful frame, a multitude of scars were densely imprinted.
A Black Star Wolf, standing over 2 meters tall, launched itself forward. A flash of silver pierced the air, and the wolf emitted a piteous cry as its massive head was severed by an axe.
"Alva! You, the Child of the Starry Sky of the White Armor Tribe, can you hold on for another half Star Time?"
"Heh~" With unruly long hair whipping amidst sweat and blood, Alva's lips curved into a clear, hearty laugh. "Uncle Isaiah, you finally acknowledge me as the Child of the Starry Sky."
"Since I am the Child of the Starry Sky... isn't half a Star Time underestimating me!"
Alva's intense gaze swept across the elegant figure poised atop the high wall.
"Miss Nuonuo, I will demonstrate to you that beneath this starry expanse, I alone am worthy of you." Alva declared his affection openly, asserting his dominance as the preeminent warrior on this blood-soaked battlefield.
"You brat." Isaiah nonchalantly accepted the herbs offered by a tribesman, stuffing them into his abdominal wound, staunching the gaping orifice, and chuckled, "Then I shall go confront those Red Stone scoundrels."
At that precise moment, a shadow fell over the girl's head, and a sharp shriek reverberated across the tribe.
The girl looked up abruptly, revealing a bright and captivating countenance, her pupils fixated on a colossal bird of prey, over ten meters in length, descending with alarming speed.
A look of profound worry was frozen in her eyes; the stunned girl was unmistakably Nuonuo, venerated as the Goddess among the White Armor Tribe.
The very next second, its talons were within a meter of her, poised to snatch her head with the slightest movement.
But in that instant, a beam of white light erupted from below, like a fired cannonball.
Thud!
With a colossal impact sound, the bird's head was obliterated by a hammer strike!
Without even a whimper, its heavy form was sent careening at an angle over the high wall.
A formidable figure landed heavily atop the wall, casually retrieving the White Bone Heavy Hammer from the parapet, and cast a tender gaze toward the girl. "As long as the warriors of our White Armor Tribe stand, we will not permit Teacher Wang to suffer any harm."
"How about it, is my Isaiah's body as robust as ever!"
The lion-like middle-aged man thumped his chest with a resounding boom.
"Warriors of the tribe, charge with me to the west side!"
With Isaiah's rallying cry, thirty brawny warriors, stained with blood and clad in animal hides, responded with a unified shout.
This contingent immediately advanced with haste towards the western flank.
At this juncture, the morale of the White Armor Tribe reached its zenith.
Yet, the apprehension in Nuonuo's eyes, as she was carefully guided down from the high wall, did not diminish in the slightest.
All the people within the tribe displayed such warmth; everyone was tenaciously defending and protecting her.
These people possessed spirits of extraordinary strength and optimism.
However, their numbers were so scarce that Nuonuo could readily recite the names of every fallen warrior...
Merely a few days prior, those same individuals were joyfully drinking and feasting.
Now, they rested eternally beneath the earth.
Isaiah, the Clan Leader, was indeed a mighty figure, a man truly deserving of the title War God on the battlefield.
But... with Nuonuo's discerning eyes, how could she fail to perceive that Uncle Isaiah was forcing himself to persevere?
In a tribe that reveres the Power Totem, the most formidable Clan Leader often embodies the very faith and soul of all its people.
Consequently, Isaiah would never falter at this critical moment when warriors were most needed to fight.
But to persist in this manner...
Even an Iron Man would eventually crumble!
Within the most primitive of environments, every action was geared towards survival.
These unadorned people continually offered Nuonuo a profound spiritual cleansing and a jolt to her senses.
"They are as stubborn as you, Big Barbarian Bear." Nuonuo bit her lip, firmly pushing aside the guards beside her. She hurried towards the children, swiftly joining others in preparing medical gauze.
This was a rudimentary skill Nuonuo had imparted to these people.
Approximately three minutes after Nuonuo's estimation had passed.
An earth-shattering battle cry erupted from the western sector of the tribe, intertwined with Isaiah's distinctive roar.
The ground quaked, and blood splattered.
The ambush forces of the Red Stone Tribe had never anticipated that the White Armor warriors, fully engaged in battling the Beast Tide, would possess the surplus energy to challenge them.
Furthermore, the White Armor warriors, numbering just over thirty, possessed a truly dreadful combat prowess. A Red Stone warrior, distinguished by four crude bloody lines upon his forehead, hefted a Meteorite Gold Heavy Axe. With a powerful leap, nearly eight meters into the air, he brought the weapon down with savage force. However, Isaiah met this onslaught with a counter-swing of his hammer. There was a resounding 'Boom!' as a distinct shockwave pulsed through the atmosphere. The Red Stone warrior's battle axe was instantly sent flying, and the crushing impact of the heavy hammer shattered his chest into a pulpy mess.
"Basham, you craven dog, show yourself!" The shout, amplified by raw power, was deafening. A slender middle-aged man, sporting a thin mustache, cautiously peered out from behind the well-armored Red Stone warriors. He retorted sharply, "Isaiah, you dare assault my Red Stone Guard? You are as good as dead, and every member of your White Armor tribe will perish!"
"Hah! Nagging like a woman. You've trespassed into the hunting grounds of my White Armor Tribe. I, Isaiah, shall end you."
——Boom!
The heavy hammer slammed into the earth like a bomb, kicking up a dust cloud exceeding six meters in height. At this juncture, the White Armor Tribe harbored no desire for parley; they had already plunged into a fierce engagement! Witnessing the unfolding chaos, Basham realized his carefully laid ambush had been completely uncovered. Thus, the Red Stone Tribe ceased their pretense and bared their fangs. Two full battalions, each comprising a hundred warriors, were comprehensively committed to the fray. The act of tribe annexation on this savage planet was as commonplace as breathing and eating.
However, the White Armor Tribe proved to be a surprisingly resilient foe. Their warriors' strength, when pitted against the Red Stone warriors who stood a head shorter, was as intimidating as that of a charging rhinoceros. Basham swallowed hard, no longer daring to confront Isaiah directly. Raising his hand behind him, he signaled a contingent of slender Red Stone Hunters. They produced crossbows fashioned from a blend of white bone and steel. With crossbow bolts nocked onto the taut strings, their tips pointed ominously towards the engaged combatants.
Basham's fists clenched and unclenched; then, with a decisive movement, his arm, hanging at his side, sliced downwards! "Fire!" Thud, thud, thud! A relentless volley of white light streaked through the air. As the sickening sound of arrows piercing flesh echoed, Basham's triumphant laughter finally boomed across the expansive prairie. "Hahahaha, did you really look down on me, Clan Leader Isaiah!"
