Reincarnation Of The Strongest Sword God Chapter 3947 - 1021 - Five Absolutes
The sight of the ten legions closing in on the Twilight Fortress left Shi Feng in a state of utter shock.
All ten royal powers of the Holy Race had assembled!
Such a massive gathering had never occurred in his past life. Throughout the entire conflict between the Holy Race and humanity, only six royal powers had ever taken part. The other four had remained completely hidden, as if they were non-existent.
Yet now, every single one of the ten Holy Race royal powers had appeared on the battlefield.
The Thunder Empire, Evil Nature, Sovereign Mark, the Sun Dynasty, the Undying Court, Skygazer, Netherlord, the Crimson Dynasty, Celestial Melody, and Holy Shield were all present.
Each of these ten pillars of power had deployed a legion exceeding a million players, totaling more than ten million Holy Race combatants. These weren't just any players, but elite experts at Level 240 or higher. Furthermore, over 10% of this massive force possessed full sets of Fragmented Divine Artifacts, while 5% were armed with at least one true Divine Artifact.
“Is this the true might of a royal power? Over a million elites and tens of thousands of fifth-floor experts carrying Divine Artifacts…”
“Damn it! Look at the legion commanders and vice commanders; they’re absolute monsters! Every one of them is wearing a Divine Set! Is the drop rate for Divine Sets just higher in the Holy Race’s Greater God’s Domain?!”
“I count 106 users of Divine Sets and 745 experts decked out in full Divine Artifact gear! Have these royal powers emptied their entire treasuries for this?”
The players stationed within the Twilight Fortress felt their hearts sink as they watched the Holy Race army advance. The prospect of defending the fortress against such an overwhelming force seemed impossible.
To counter the coming siege from the Holy Race and the Crystallians, the various human powers had managed to gather over three million Level 240-plus experts. Even the pseudo-apex and apex powers had committed the bulk of their elite forces. Despite those efforts, they only had about 70,000 players with full Fragmented Divine Artifact sets and roughly 10,000 fifth-floor experts with one or more Divine Artifacts. The number of experts fully equipped with Divine Artifacts was a mere 200.
The disparity in Divine Set users was even more pathetic; only 17 such individuals were present in the Twilight Fortress, a tiny fraction of what the Holy Race had brought to bear.
Faced with this reality, the human experts were plagued by a single thought.
Was victory even a possibility?
Even though they held the advantage of being the defenders, the fortress's defensive magic array only provided a 10% reduction to the Basic Attributes of invading enemies. This minor suppression was easily negated by the Holy Race's massive numerical superiority.
While the defenders whispered in fear, five young figures detached themselves from the Holy Race's main body, hovering arrogantly in the sky above the Twilight Fortress. Despite their youth, their presence caused the players below to tremble with instinctive dread. Many found themselves shivering uncontrollably.
“The Five Absolute Chosen Ones!”
“So this is what the Five Absolute Chosen Ones are capable of?”
Despair washed over the players in the fortress at the sight of these five Holy Race youths.
Shi Feng watched the five figures in the sky, his mind filled with wonder.
Among the five, Shi Feng recognized three: a tall, four-armed young man, a three-eyed woman carrying a blood-red flag, and a three-eyed young man.
The four-armed youth was Garuda, known as the Divine Fist. He had reached Level 242 and wore the Lightning Beast Set, a legendary treasure of the Thunder Empire and one of the Holy Race’s Nine Great Divine Sets. Unlike the Blood Drinker Set used by Soul Hunter, Garuda's set had its full potential realized. A Law Projection of lightning and light manifested around him naturally, even as he stood still.
The three-eyed woman with the crimson flag was Daystar, the Arbiter of Death. At Level 244, she surpassed even Garuda. She was clad in the Death Wanderer Set, another of the Nine Great Divine Sets. Ghostly souls swirled around her constantly, giving her the aura of a queen ruling over the deceased.
The three-eyed young man was the Fist Emperor. Though he was Level 243, he wore the Skyquake Set, yet another of the Nine Great Divine Sets. The power radiating from the Skyquake Set was so immense that the surrounding space constantly fractured and repaired itself, struggling to contain his strength.
As for the other two, one was a six-eyed, four-armed male, and the other was a tall, four-armed female. While Shi Feng didn't recognize them personally, he was quite familiar with the Wrath Set worn by the six-eyed youth—another of the Nine Great Divine Sets.
The four-armed woman was Level 245 and carried twin sabers. She didn't wear one of the Nine Great Divine Sets, but the fact that space-time cracks followed her every movement suggested her gear was in no way inferior to the legendary Nine.
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High above the Twilight Fortress…
“What a bore! Why did everyone have to show up? How can the enemy possibly put up a fight now?” Tyrant Claw, the youth in the Wrath Set, sighed as he glanced at his four companions, shaking his head in disappointment.
“If you're so reluctant to fight, feel free to sit this one out,” Fist Emperor remarked, shooting a glance at Tyrant Claw. He then turned a cold, piercing gaze toward Shi Feng inside the fortress and added, “I’m only here for one thing! Black Flame’s life belongs to me! The rest of them are yours to do with as you please!”
“There’s hardly anyone worth fighting here. I’ve heard Black Flame is somewhat capable. If you take him for yourself, there might not be enough sport left for the rest of us,” Morning Echo, the tall woman, said with a playful smirk.
“Morning Echo! Know your place!” Fist Emperor growled. “According to the latest intel, the Star Maiden is expected to appear. If you manage to kill her, our side might promote you to an elite member. If you don't want that chance, then leave the Star Maiden to me.”
“Don't get so angry, I was just teasing. I have no interest in fighting someone who isn't even among the top 20 Eternal Chosen Ones,” Morning Echo replied, laughing at his outburst. “Fine, it's a deal. Black Flame is yours, but don't you dare touch the Star Maiden.”
“Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of competing with you all for her,” Fist Emperor said proudly, noting that his other companions were also looking for his agreement.
Just as Fist Emperor finished speaking, a colossal space-time rift tore open above the Twilight Fortress, spanning its entire width. As all eyes turned upward, a slender figure stepped gracefully from the void. With every step she took, the mana across tens of thousands of yards grew denser. By the time she fully emerged, the area was saturated with nothing but pure mana. All other forms of energy around the Twilight Fortress vanished, replaced by a surging tide of crystalline mana.
A heavy silence fell over the entire battlefield. Even the Holy Race’s Five Absolute Chosen Ones watched her, their expressions turning wary and filled with a sudden urge to battle.
The slender figure carried a black book as she stepped out of the rift. When Shi Feng caught sight of her, his mind momentarily went blank.
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